Perverts 'R' Us

Megan - Part 1

By Paul2LickHer ( M/g9 - Pedo, 1st, Reluc )

{Usual declaimer}

My Condo complex had about 150 units in it. Converted Apartments. So it was good start-up housing for young people or couples or single moms, who wanted to own something rather than rent. Of course young couples and single moms many times meant younger children as well. I didn't move in there for that. But it was a delightful discovery after I was there.

Over the few years I was there, it lead to a number of wonder encounters with several of the very precious girls that lived in the complex. The youngest was 2 and the oldest, not counting the adult single women and single mothers themselves, was 15. Let me tell you this before my main story.

Actually, it was the 15 year old, Carol, who I had been "seeing" for nearly two months by then, who was babysitting the 2 year old one night in the complex when I stopped by to "keep her company." I'm not usually into "babies", but the short version of that story is that after we had some very nice sex, Carol fell asleep on the sofa. I peeked in on the little Lisa and noticed she needed a changing. After I cleaned her up and was about to fold up her new pampers I noticed how cute she was and something just came over me.

When I was in my late teens and early 20s I went through a very intense baby phase in similar circumstances. The various teen sitters that I was seeing over those years might either fall asleep, or were happy to talk to their friends on the phone or do their homework while I helped by doing some of the more mundane tasks (diapers and quick bath or feeding) with her charges.

I wasn't attracted to all these toddlers and such (I liked them most if they looked less like fat little babies and more just like young girl children), but I did like quite a few of them. And having the time alone with the ones that I did think were cute was…special. Not only was I a guy in my late teens and early 20s doing "nasty" things with underage teenage girls that others didn't know about, but I was doing nasty things, just a room or two around the corner or down the hall, with these even younger girls that the teenagers didn't know about. Very exciting indeed.

So what did I do? Well, I found it very exciting (read sexually arousing) just being naked (when I was sure the teen girl, or the baby's mother, was asleep in the other room and, most likely would not wake up) in the same room with them. I mostly found it to be very exciting being the first male/man to ever lick and/or kiss their breast to be and their pussies as well as fingering their tight little girl-slits.

Lastly I would usually rub the head of my stiff penis across their lips (both mouth and pussy) and nudge the head against their inaccessible holes. Inaccessible if you don't want to really hurt them, that is.

Then I would cum while holding it against their little pussy holes. Sometimes I could even get a good portion of the head in. Depending on how you define "in". Now and then, when rubbing it along their lips, they would instinctively start to suck on the head, as if it were a pacifier. The site was unbelievable. Then I would just cum in their mouth.

And although they would never remember it, all of those (having their little breast and pussies licked and kissed by me and having my hard cock rubbing over their pussies and lips and my cum on and in their pussies and mouth) would be "first" that could never be taken back. And if they didn't know it… I did. Very exciting indeed.

But all of that was about 15 to 20 years ago. And while I might play with a toddler now and then in the years to follow, they were much less of interest to me than girls of elementary or Jr. High School age. Which brings me to the real subject of this story…

Megan.

Megan was a cute little blondie that I noticed right off when I moved into my complex some 3 years before. I even dated her mom a few times. But that didn't go anywhere and the circumstances were never right or such that I ever had an opportunity to get to know Megan better. But that was OK. For a while I would still masturbate at the thought of Megan now and then, especially after seeing her down at the pool in one of the bikinis that she seemed to always be outgrowing. There were a number of other girls, and some of their mothers (nothing like the exciting feeling of being with some 13-year-old girl mother, and then tiptoeing down the hall to the girl's bedroom as mom passed out from her long hours just-completed session with you, with her mother's juices still slick on your cock as you slid it into her daughter) to keep me occupied until that one fateful afternoon.

Since our complex was in a 'good area' and many of the units over looked each other, working parents thought little of leaving their kids alone at home for 2-4 hours after school until they themselves got home from work.

Of course, that is a formula for boredom or mischief in kids. Fortunately, I worked out of my home/condo. So I was generally available to direct their energies in more constructive manner.

One afternoon I stopped by the pool to swim and relax then I hit the sauna, which was right next to the pool area. These, along with the Jacuzzi were popular props in my seduction of the females of any age at the complex. Water, especially warm water, and the privacy of the sauna were powerful aphrodisiacs in there own special ways.

Now, you also have to understand that our complex sauna was not popular, except for me, even at its most popular times. It was a small closet of a thing that was only 6 feet wide and 4 feet deep. After you shut the door you had just enough room to turn around in and adjust the thermostat and sit down on either the lower or upper bench.

It did have one endearing feature that I never really understood, as I thought it unsafe for a sauna, but never the less appreciated. That was a sliding bolt lock on the inside. I made for great privacy if one wanted to strip naked and masturbate after the pool. Sometimes, with all the little (and big) cuties at the pool in the summer I had to duck in there for some quick relief before returning to the pool area. Having made out with a number of females there over the years, it was a very comfortable place for me.

However, its lack of popularity with adults for its intended purpose made it all that more popular with kids of elementary school age to use as a clubhouse or to play hide-n-go-seek in and around. Several times I to chase, nicely of course, kids out of there when I need it for myself. Sometimes they would lock the door and it would be a few moments, after much scurrying around on the inside, before they opened it.

Sometimes, as there would be only two of them, either little boys or a boy and girl, in there I really wondered what is was they were doing. I had my suspicions and for a bit I tried to find a way to install a peephole from some adjacent room or such. But nothing was practical.

So it was that I thought that I had again come across some kids at play. Little did I know how right I was.

There is an outer and inner door to the sauna. The outer door opens to a 4 x 4 "hallway" the other end (all of 4 feet away) of which was the actual sauna door. Stepping into the hall I heard giggling coming from inside the sauna. Carefully, I shut the outer door and was now in the dark, closet like environment of the hallway. As soon as I did this I heard, "Now touch me here". My heart skipped a beat because I was 90% sure it was Megan's voice.

There was more giggling. The "ow!"

Then giggling.

Then, "That feels funny."

Giggle.

At this point I tried the door and was happily amazed to find that it had not been barred from the inside. I only need a crack to see a sight that nearly stopped my heart.

Lying on the upper bench, with his head and shoulder partially supported by the sidewall of the sauna that the bench ended in, was a little boy, about 7, I had seen around the complex. I didn't really know him as, personally, little boys don't do it for me and I tend to dismiss them as just so much more scenery. But this boy had his T-shirt pulled up to his neck and his jeans and underwear pulled down and bunched around his ankles (though I really didn't see that part of it at that instant through just the crack).

Standing next to him, with her back to the door, was Megan. How one's member starts to swell while one's heart is stopped, as mine was, I don't know. But I could feel mine beginning to stir. Why? Because Megan was playing with this little boy's naked and hairless cock while half-naked herself.

She was wearing a pink crop top…and that was it. Her shorts, sandals and panties lay on the floor of the sauna. What presented itself toward me was her, firm, round, peach-fuzz-covered, naked little girl ass atop her shapely, athletic legs. At this time Megan was 9, less than two months from being 10.

I shut the door as a plan formed in my mind. However, before it was fully completed…well I'd just have to improvise.

Suddenly I threw the door open and shouted, "What the hell are you two doing?". This would have had greater effect had not the door hit the wall and sprung back to nearly hit me in the face. Thankfully it was a quick save on my part and I slammed the door forward again, this time holding it open against the wall as I glared at the two nearly completely naked kids.

Fortunately the shock of my sudden entrance and outburst far outweighed the comic relief provide by the door bouncing back at me. Both stared frozen and gaped mouth at me. Megan still with her hand on the boy's pre-manhood. I'm not sure, but I think the little bastard had a boner. But since I was more focused on Megan's girliness I can't be sure.

"Well? I'm waiting. What do you two think you're doing?"

With that the spell was broken and Megan released the boys prick and turned more to face me. Still in shock, I think she temporally forgot her own nakedness. At the same time the boy began a slow burn to a full on cry and in seconds was bawling to beat the band.

"You two get dressed." Which they hastily did. All the boy had to do was pull up his pants. Megan slipped on her shorts and sandals, but some how over looked her panties. I guess she was now over the initial shock and was getting more nervous. But the look on her face was a mix of defiance ("how dare you interrupt my play!") and fear at being caught.

Seconds later, as they finished dressing, looking at Megan I said, "I know you, you're Megan Gillum, I know your mom too. But what's your name?" pointing to the little boy. He had started to claim down, but the question brought a renewed round of tears and lamentations.

Unable to answer, Megan did for him, "His name is Brandon".

"And how old are you, Master Brandon?"

"He's 7 and a half".

"And how old are you, Megan?"

"Nine. I'll be 10 in September"

"huh-huuuh" I said in my most sage tone

Quickly, as the plan began to solidify in my mind, I put it to work. In my most conciliatory voice I said, "Look, Brandon, it's OK. I don't think I'm going to have to tell your parents". That got his attention. "I don't HAVE to tell your parents, do I?" He shook his head. "I'm sorry. I can't hear you. Do you want me to tell your parents?"

"Noooo!" That sounded defiant.

"OK, if you promise not to ever do anything like this again, AND you promise not to tell anyone about this, I wont tell your parents. But if you tell anyone, ANYONE, I'll get in trouble for not telling you parents and YOU will get in trouble for this anyway. I'm trying to be your friend here and give you a break because you are younger than Megan and I know she made you do this. Right?" He slid a quick glance at Megan then and even quicker, vigorous nodding of the head at me.

I then glanced at Megan and her lips were pursed. I knew if she had the vocabulary, she would have shouted something at him like, "You lying sack of shit". But they didn't come up with phrase Every man for himself for nothing. And right now Brandon was Save yourself first personified.

"OK, since you promised not to do this again, AND since you promised not to tell ANYONE anything about this, I guess I don't have to tell your parents. Right?" (Repetitive reinforcement is always useful in these, and similar, circumstances). More vigorous head nodding. "OK then, you can go." After a last glance at Megan that said, Sorry sister, he was out the door… with Megan on his heels.

"Not so fast," I said, stopping Megan with a flat hand on her chest. This caused a distress pause in Brandon's own escape. But his flight resumed as soon as he realized my business was now with Megan and no longer with him with the words. "You're older than he is, so all this is your fault. I think we need to have a little talk about this."

With that I made sure the outer door was shut completely then I shut the inner door and bolted it. When I turned around to face Megan, I could see some of the defiance being replaced with a little more fear. Not fear that I had bolted the door and may hurt her, but the fear off her nasty play being exposed to her mother. Little did she know that was not how I intended to expose her.

I noticed her breathing was more rapid and deep and I could see her trembling a little bit. Now too there was a little water welling up in her eyes. I sat on the lower bench now and just stared at her for a bit. You know, the way adults do to kids before they lower the boom.

"Well, what do you have to say for yourself?"

Nothing but that half-defiant half fear stare back.

"WELL!" I shouted.

That did it. She jumped and began to cry.

"I'm sorry," she sobbed.

"Well, why would you do such a thing?"

A shrug through soft sobs.

"This isn't the first time you've don't this with a little boy, is it?"

A hesitant glance and no answer told me I had hit the nail on the head.

"How many boys have you played doctor with?" I didn't know if that's what she called it, but most kids her age know what that means.

A shrug.

"HOW MANY?!"

Jump. "Just a few."

"How many? What are their names?

Silence

"What…are…their…NAMES?!!"

She rattled of a few names of boys she also told me, when asked, who lived in the complex. I only knew one of them because I had fucked his mother.

"Oh Megan. Should I or should I not tell your mother…?"

Then there was silence again as if I were contemplating her punishment. It was then I spied the over looked panties on the floor.

"You need to finish dressing", I said handing her the panties. She looked questionably at me. "Put…them…on, NOW!"

She sucked in a deep breath and slightly trembling hands reached for the button of her shorts. I tried to maintain my own exterior calm as she unsnapped them and slowly pushed them down her legs and stepped out of them.

Her legs were shapely and athletic and were covered with the heavy downy peach fuzz and few long hairs so common on blond girls. My head was light and I hoped she didn't hear my gasp as I noticed her sweet little girliness, with nice and puffy outer lips, was also so covered.

Having just come from the pool I was only wearing my sandal, swim trunks and my towel hung around my neck. I wondered if she could at all see the swollen hard-on in my now damp trunks.

"Wait!" I said, as she was about to slip on her panties. "I think we can settle this without telling you mother. If you'll take a little spanking right now, I won't tell her. And if you take the spanking, I promise I wont do it very hard. Otherwise, I'll have to tell your mom. And you know what that means."

Indeed she did. Nancy, Megan's mother, was not a mean or abusive parent. But her idea of a punishment involved spanking with a hairbrush and being grounded for a period of time.

As Megan was thinking it over, I made the decision for her. "Come here", I said as I removed the towel from my shoulders and lay it aside. In the cramp sauna coming here only involved her taking one step toward me. But she hesitated so I reached out and took her arm and slowly pulled her toward me. She was back to wearing only the pink crop top and all I wanted to do was rip it off, throw her down on the bench, and attach my lips to the sweet slit between her legs. But that would have to wait.

She came closer easily enough, but somewhat pulled back as I told her to bend over my knees and tried to guide her there. "Me or your mother, Megan."

That did it. While she didn't throw herself tummy down across my lap, that was enough to end her resistance and she allowed me to guide her there. Face down across my legs now her side was firmly against my lap….and the overwhelming hardness of my own manhood. Was she aware of it against her side? Was she aware of my applying just a little more pressure to push it more firmly against her. Or did she just think I was adjusting myself to her weight on my legs? Well, both would be true.

As she lay across me I looked down and studied the lower half of her back. A concentration of the downy hairs there in the small of her back. More covering the firm roundness of her now fully exposed ass. Bare and vulnerable to me in ore ways that one. Les of the fuzz on the top rear of her legs, but more again as my visual tour passed the backs of her knees on down to her calves.

I brought my hand up and then slapped it down, weakly, on one of her ass cheeks. Megan jumped. Jumped more than the smack, such as it was, merited. I repeated the weak show two more times. After the third time, Megan glanced over her shoulder at me. It seemed she was saying, "is that all you've got?" Not in a bad way, but in a way that said, "well, if that's all you, I'm grateful for it."

My hand had been resting on her ass for a good 30 seconds now as I stare at it lovely firmness and the ever so slight red spots my mini-whacks had left. Slowly I began to gently rub the flat of my hand over it, occasionally pulling the tips of my fingers together, as if testing some deep pile carpet.

I then ran my hand and tips of my fingers down the backs and inner part of her thighs. I wanted to slip them up between the joining of her legs, but for now I settled to going to within a half-inch of her honey pot before returning to stroke her ass again.

Coming out of my self-imposed trance, I realize that Megan was perfectly still across my legs. Her face, in fact her whole body, seemed very relaxed and she didn't move when I reached down and brushed her long blond hair back over her neck and shoulders so I could better see her face.

"Megan?"

"Hmmm" she answered softly, as if half-asleep.

"How come you like to play naked games with little boys?"

Her eyes flew open as if she suddenly remembered what the circumstances of our being there were. I though she would try to jump up, but she only seemed to relax a little, not as much as a some seconds before, then she shrugged and said, "I don't know. It's just… fun".

With that I gently pulled her up and held her steady with hands on both of her arms, as I looked her up and down before looking back into her eyes. Now she knew that I had been taking in her nakedness. I thought I know what I saw in her eyes at that point, but I wanted to test it some more.

"Here, put your arms up over your head, like this." She did as I guided her, leaving her arms straight up as I took my hands away and slowly moved them down along her flanks to the bottom of her crop-top. She kept them there as I lifted the top up, only lowering them to aid me in slipping the top off her.

At that point she let them drop to her sides as our eyes met again and stayed perfectly still as I took a complete visual tour of her now complete nakedness. Nor did she move as my hands and fingers started to explore the all over softness of that nakedness.

I traced my fingers up and down her arms and sides and back around her hips and ass cheeks, giving a quick cup to the latter. I traced a zigzag pattern over her chest and tummy and figure 8s around her flat girl breasts and belly button. I finished by again brushing the hair back from her face and again looking into her eyes.

"You know, I guess naked games could be fun at that, huh?"

Her only response was to look at me intently. But I felt a positiveness that made the final decision for me.

With that I slowly stood up and slowly undid the string of my trunks, after a hardly noticeable pause, to give her time to object, I slowly pushed them down my legs. My cock springing out and bobbing as I pushed them down to my ankles and shuffled out of then and kicked the aside.

Now, as I stood naked before her, was Megan's turn to stare? And stare she did at the swollen hardness of the first hairy, adult manhood that was only about two feet from her own face as we both stood on the sauna floor.

I like to keep myself groomed around my cock, but nothing too extreme. Basically I just shave my scrotum/balls and trim my pubic hairs back to half-length once a month and shave my cock shaft once a week. The result, when a young person, or even an adult female, sees it is one of a neat, adult, mans pubic area. Not one that looks like it belongs on Bigfoot. Its "scary" enough for some kids, no matter how consensual the activity, the fist time they see naked man in front of them. No need to make it worse by showing them the old wild-n-wooly. And adult women see it as a sign that a man "takes care of himself".

I gave her a few moments to really take in the sight before I continued, "So, you said you've seen several little boys naked. Have you ever seen an adult man naked before?"

She continued to stare, as she slowly shook her head "No."

"What do you think? Do you like it?" A slight nod of the head.

"Good. I think you are very pretty and I like looking at you naked too. Do you mind?"

A shrug then, "Guess not."

"I saw you had your hand on Brandon's…what do you call this?" I said, pointing to my aching hard cock with the now dripping tip.

Shrug. "Different stuff. Some kids call it their pee-pee or wee-wee or wussy." I hope she was incorporating both boys and girls in that one.

"But what do you call it on a boy? What do you like to call it?" I always found it best to use the words they are use to. It, if anything can, makes the experience less strange to them and in case something of their activity with you slips out, they didn't all of a sudden develop a new vocabulary coincidently around the time they met you.

"Mom says it's a penis…." (And mine jerked at the word. Hearing naked little girls use certain words is very exciting to me)…." But I call it a Weenie most of the time".

"So do you want to call mine a penis or weenie?"

"Well, if you were a boy I'd call it a weenie. But since you're a grown up, I'll call it a penis."

"OK. That's good. That's very mature of you". She seemed to swell little at the complement.

"Anyway, I saw you touching Brandon's weenie. Would you like to touch my penis?" I said, accenting the difference between boy and man.

Megan bit her lower lips a little and as she nodded her head.

"OK, go ahead", I said as I centered myself in front of her a took a half step closer. She took one step back with one foot, but the other stayed in place. Then she brought the other foot back up again as she reached her hand out and her fingers encircled my ever-hardening cock.

Let me make it clear that while it may take a little time to read, the following all happened in about 5 minutes:

The sensation of first contact with a new girl lover has always been very intense for me. Between adults the newness of any new lover is often very thrilling. It is for me as it is for anyone else. However, I find that the newness is not as intense nor does it last as long as when the person is under 18. More so under 16. And even more so under 12 or 13. Of course, if that were not the case, I guess I would not be a girl lover.

For those under 16, my first reaction is always the same. Just a little more intense as I move down from post pubescent (13-14), to pubescent (11-13) to, pre-pubescent (10 and under). And so it was at Megan's first tentative touch of my manly erection.

I had a little internal shiver, followed by shortness of breath and a light headed dizziness then intense, contented warmth from deep inside radiating out through my entire body. Especially out to the point where she was touching me. For those few seconds it was all I could do to maintain my balance and mumble, "Oh, honey. That feels so good when you touch me like that."

After a few moments, I recovered enough to guide her some more. As I reached down, took her other hand, and moved it to my crotch, I told her, "Here, use this hand to feel my balls while you rub my cock with your other hand."

OK, so I sometimes forget to use they words they already use. But I also find it very exciting (=arousing) to talk nasty adult talk to them too.

With some minor adjusting instruction, Megan was soon slowly rubbing her hand up and down my hard cock shaft while the other one cupped and fondled my balls in it.

"Is it OK if I touch you too?"

A couple of nods.

With that I reached between her legs and cupped her bare girl mound in my hand and gave it a little squeeze. I then ran my fingers along the outside before slightly parting her lips with the tip of one of them and slowly running my finger back and forth through the moistness of her girlhood.

"Do any of the little boys you played with have as big a weenie as mine?"

A shake of the head as she stared intently at my engorged erection while she worked her hand over my cock and balls.

"Did any of them have hair down there?"

A slight pause and frown as she thought. "Michael had some. But he was older than the rest".

Older? Well, now how old was this Michael? 16… 19… 25? Only one way to find out.

"When did you play with Michael? How old is he?"

"Mmmm… that was last summer. He was 13 then?"

"Where did this happen? Were you and Michael naked together?

Her stroking of my cock and fondling of my balls seem to come second nature as she seemed to relax more and open up into the chatty little Katy many girls her age are.

"Yeah, My mom was at his moms and I was playing in the back yard. I was bored at first because he would come out of his room to play with me, but his mom made him."

"So what happened? How did you end up playing naked together?"

"Well, at first we were playing with a ball in the backyard. Then he asked me if I wanted to see his tree fort. It's really neat. It has carpet and everything. The he asked me what color my panties were. I told him it was none of his business. But he told me he'd show me his if I showed him mine. So I said OK."

A slight pause for her to take a breath and collect her thoughts. Which gave me time to say, "That sounds neat." (Positive reinforcement). "And the way you are touching me feels very good too. I can't remember that last time anyone did it as good as you do."

She seemed to delight in the compliment and her efforts at working on my privates were renewed. Not that they need to be. I was getting ready to explode. However, it always a minor dilemma in trying to figure out how to explaining the event of cumming to a preteen. Fortunately, in this case, Megan had the answer for my.

"So what happened next with Michael with the hairy weenie?"

She laughed at that. "He wasn't that hairy. Not as hairy as you."

Hearing her talk like that about my pubic are was very exciting to me. "OK, but what happen next? How did you come to be playing naked with him?"

"Like I said, he said he wanted to see my panties. But I told him to go first. So he did.'

"Did what?"

"He took off his pants."

"And you saw his underwear? What did it look like?"

"It was white and looked like… you know…underwear."

"Oh yeah, I know. Underwear. So then did you show him your panties?"

"Yeah. I took of my jeans too."

"Then what?" Sometimes it's like pulling teeth.

"Then he asked me if I want to see his weenie."

"Then what?"

"I told him OK", she said in a tone that said to me, "What else did you expect me to say, dummy?"

"Then what?"

"He said he'd show me his if I showed him mine. So I said OK. Then he took his shirt and underwear off and told me to take my shirt and underwear off to."

"Did you?"

"Yeah." You dummy

"Then what?" I had it down now.

"Then he asked me if he could touch my wussy. So I let him."

"Did he touch you like I'm touching you now?"

"Kinda. But it feels better when you do it" With that I noticed for the first time that Megan seemed to be slightly pushing her little girl pussy against my fingers. I wasn't inside her much beyond my fingernail, but my thumb worked her budding little girl clit as my fingers gently caressed the rest of her mound.

"Then what?"

"Then he asked me to touch his weenie. But he had a boner"

"Oh, so you know what a boner is, huh?" I said in an I'm proud of you tone.

"Yeah", she admitted.

"So, was it as big as mine?" I knew the answer to that, or hoped I did anyway, but this was all to find out just what she did know and to relax her more.

A frowning moment of contemplation, "Not as big… and yours is much harder"

"Have you ever seen other boys with hard weenies?"

A shrug, "A couple."

"Go on"

"So he was sitting next to me, touching my wussy, and I was playing with his weenie. All of a sudden he acted all mad and stopped playing with my wussy and he pushed my hand away from his weenie. Then he started to play with it…. really fast!"

"What happen then?"

"Then he made some funny noises, then some milk came out of his weenie"

"Milk? Really? Then what?"

"Then he just sat there with his eyes closed for a long time. Then I asked him if he was OK. All of a sudden he opened his eyes and said he had to go. Then he got dressed and climbed down from the tree house and went back to his room. Then I got dressed and was climbing down. Then my mom called and said we had to go. So we went home."

"Wow, that was some neat story. And to think you saw a boy shoot his milk when you were just 8 years old. That's neat. Has any other boy ever done that?"

"No"

"You know why boys do that?'

A disinterested shrug. "They do that when they like very much how a girl is touching them?"

"How come the other boys I've played with didn't do that?'

Geez, Megan, how many have there been? A couple of hundred?

I didn't wanna get to deep at this point so,

"Well, it usually only boys older that are 12 or older that can do it. Some boys under 12 too, but very few. It's kinda like a growing up thing. Like getting hair on your privates or girls getting boobies."

"Oh."

"But you know, honey, I think I may shoot some milk myself in just a few seconds, I said as I was build to my climax.

"Really?! Why?" More interests now.

"Yeah, cause you are touching me so good that you are going to make me shoot my milk. And that feels very, very good for me, just like it did for Michael. It feels like when you sneeze…only ten times better. Here, stand over here (slightly off to my side), now wrap your hand a little tighter around my weenie and move it up and down a little faster"

" Just keep doing it, even if the milk comes, you have to help pump it all out by rubbing my penis and squeezing my balls. And don't be afraid if I look funny or make funny sounds, that just means it feels really good and… oh…God… here it comes. Oh …god…yes, Megan! BEAT my cock honey…"

And cum I did as I bucked my hips, trying to fuck her hand, as she tried to hold onto my swelling and shooting man-cock. My hand was still on her pussy mound as I came, but now I was just cupping it, holding it, as my sperm boiled out the tip of my cock.

"OK honey", I said as I covered her hand with my own to slow, and then stop her motion. As I held her hand in place, still enjoying the feel of it on my throbbing, now slightly deflating erection, I explained to her. "After a guy cums, that's what it's called, cumming, when he shoots his milk, his penis sometimes becomes tender. So he, or his girlfriend, has to stop rubbing it. But it feels really good if she just holds it like this (giving her hand a little squeeze under mine), or inside her, for a little time after."

Now I was feeling weak and needed to sit down on the sauna bench. Megan had let go of me and taken a step back now and was just looking at me as I composed myself. My cock shrinking down some, but still about half hard.

"Girlfriend"

"What?"

"You said a guy has to relax after his girlfriend helps him get the milk out."

Not exactly what I said, but close enough. "Yeah, that's right," I said, focusing more on the relaxing part than on the girlfriend part.

"So am I your girlfriend now?"

A thought.

"Do you wanna be?"

A shrug, then lowered eyes that said, Yes, but I'm not gonna say so if you are gonna say No.

"Well, you know. I think I'd like that a lot"

She looked up now, a small smile on her face. "Come here", I said as I spread my arms and she stepped between my legs, as I sat on the edge of the bench. We folded into a hug and the naked 9 year old felt so good in my own nakedness in my arms as I held her and ran one hand or the other over her back and bare buttocks, giving the latter a little squeeze or pat now and them. We held each other, naked, in the sauna, that way for a good minute of two.

Then, I don't know what I was thinking, but it seemed like the right thing to do. Next thing I know I pushed her a little off me, looked into her smiling face and eyes for a second, then planted a kiss, which I held for about 5 seconds, on her lips.

When we broke she was looking at me astonished. I thought she was angry at first, but then she threw herself at me and smashed her lips against mine.

The kiss was close mouth, but the passion behind it and our naked embrace made it very sweet indeed. I can't tell you how long we held it, but it was long enough for me to realize that I had another full, leaking erection that was pressing up along her legs just above the knees.

As I said, she was standing in front of me, between my thighs, as we kissed as I sat on the edge of the bench.

After our kiss broke, with her a little back from me but her hands still around my neck, I said, "Megan, would you like to play some more naked games?" I then made a purposeful glance down between us at my new boner.

Megan glanced down too. When she did, I tensed my muscle and made my cock jump a little bit. This got a delightful laugh. Then looked back up at me with a bigger smile and brighter eyes and a vigorous nodding of her head.

"OK, then we will. And this time I'm going to make you feel very good."

Please look for "Megan - Part 2"