Exploring
By Pussywillow
m/g Cons, Rom

Disclaimer: This story is just the figment of the imagination and contains depictions of sexual encounters between adults and children. If this type thing bothers you then you should stop reading now. However if you recognize the beauty of such loving and consensual relationships, then read on and I hope you enjoy.
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How would you like to be a little girl and have your mother die on you? But then you were suddenly saved by an aunt and uncle that you had never seen before and was brought to live on their farm. But after you had explored all around for a while, you accidently meet this boy.  
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It was a bright sunshiny afternoon in the late eighteen eighties as little eight-year old Emma explored the woods behind her Uncle Stillwood’s farm.
As Emma walked, she still remembered very vividly the police who had come to the door of their small apartment and told her to gather all of her things together because they had just received word that her mom had been killed by a draft horse and wagon that had run her down as she tried to cross a street.
From there, she stayed at an orphanage for several weeks until her Aunt Jane could be notified and she could send for her.
Having just arrived two days before at the farm, she quickly realized that her aunt just didn’t want to be much bothered with her. Because both her aunt Jane and uncle Jed were way up in their sixties, they were just too set in their ways to be bothered with a little almost nine year old girl. 
After she had helped clean up after breakfast, she was sent out to play until dinner.
Now that dinner was over, she was now free to do as she pleased until supper.
From yesterday until this morning she realized that she had pretty much explored all of the barn, patted the cows and having never seen chickens before, had chased them all around in the thrill of seeing them flutter and squawk until aunt Jane had to come out and tell her to leave the chickens alone and go do something else more quietly.
Seeing the wooded hill behind the farm, she decided to walk through the pasture until she had reached the trees. But now as she explored on up through the wooded hill, she found a small brook and followed it way back to its very beginnings. But then as she kept on walking upwards, she suddenly found herself on top of the hill and was now gazing down at another farm as she realized it was some distance beyond her uncle’s farm.
As she looked down upon it, even at her age, she realized all of the peaceful beauty and tranquility of the scene had that was set before her – so different from what she had been so used to in all of her young life with all the hustle and bustle of a very busy and noisy city.
As she continued to look, she eventually saw movement a ways ahead down the hill and realized that there was someone standing there repairing a fence.
With nothing else better to do, she decided to saunter on down until she saw a boy who looked as though he was maybe in his early teens, with hammer in hand nailing a board back up on the fence.
As she finally came on down to him, she saw him turn around and greet her, “Well howdy there, where did a little girl like you come from?”
As she looked at him, she shyly replied, “I came from the farm that’s way up over that mountain there.” 
“Oh, you mean the old Stillwood farm?” 
“Yes.” 
“Well,” he asked, “How come you’re living over there with those old folks?”
The question, although being quite innocent, was enough to make her break down and cry. But although she was crying, she still felt duty-bound to somehow try to answer. So there she stood, still sobbing, while she related the gory details of her mother’s death.
After she had finished, she felt the boy’s arms encircle her and press her up against him as she heard him reply, “There, there now. I really didn’t mean to make you cry. But that is a very tragic story about your ma though. But the Stillwoods really are nice people though, and he always hires me to help him with the harvest… Oh, here, will you hold this board for me so that I can nail it, and then I will be all done.”
After he pounded the last nail in, he stood back and said, “There, now I’m all done… Oh, hey, how would you like to take a little walk with me. I know of a little stream across the way there where I can get freshened up.
As they walked, she heard him say, “Oh by the way, my name’s Mike. What’s yours?” 
She felt herself blush a little as she replied, “Emma.” 
“Oh that’s a nice name, and I also have an aunt named Emma, and I like her lots”
Soon, they reached the small stream that seemed to be partly shaded in its forest setting.
As she viewed it, it seemed more like a small babbling brook with all of the rocks that were in it rather than just a stream. She also noted that a little downstream it was dammed up with rocks as to afford a small lake – probably around chest or neck deep in its center, but big enough to allow a person to swim a few strokes before reaching the other side.
As she watched Mike remove his shirt, she heard him say, “Usually I just take off all of my clothes and go in for a dip. But since you’re here, I’ll spare you the embarrassment of my doing so.”
But she did feel quite embarrassed but also very mesmerized at first just seeing him shirtless, but then she continued to watch with some interest as he went over to some rocks at the edge of the stream and splashed some water upon his face and upper body. 
As he rose again, she could see that he did look quite muscular, which seemed to somehow draw her to him as she secretly admired his youthful boyish strength. Then as he came back over to her, he mentioned, “Wow, it’s refreshing to at least get some of the sweat off of me. But since you’re here, I dared not to take off my pants and go in naked. That’s what I usually do when I’m finished with my chores. Come-on, let’s go sit down over there.”
There they sat on an old log and talked about their past lives. Then he told her about the farm and how he would probably eventually marry some day and take over the farm just like his dad had done with his grandfather.
But then as she saw the shadows getting long, she knew that she must go or she might miss supper. So they both finally said goodbye and went their separate ways.

Chapter 2

The next day, Emma continued to think about Mike, and after dinner was over, she thought him so interesting that she might just go back over and see if she could find him again.
That’s when she remembered when she was in school just before her mother died. She remembered looking at all of the boys that were in her class; probably just like what all the other girls did, and remembered just how rough and so immature they all seemed to be – more like playful wrestling puppies than anyone she would ever be interested in. But then, she thought about Mike and how different he seemed to be by being four or five years older than she, and much taller, and so much maturer. 
As she started down the hill toward the fence line again, she suddenly spotted him sitting on a rock outcropping just as she heard him call out her name.
As she came up to him, she heard him say, “I thought that you just might come back, so I waited here for you. Do you want to go over to my private stream again and play around?”
As they walked, she heard him say, “It really isn’t my own private stream. Both ma and pa know where it is, but they’re so old now that they no longer ever come up here… I guess that this might be one of the places where they might have done their courting before they got married. You see, my great grandfather first settled this land many years ago.”
After they had reached the stream, she watched as Mike removed his shirt, and then sat down to remove his shoes when he thought of a bright idea and asked, “Hey! Why don’t you remove your shoes also and go in wadding with me. You’ll really love the coolness of the water, and I think it’s really refreshing.”
At this point, Emma was wearing her usual young girl’s outfit that consisted of a pinafore (a type of an apron) over her dress that had growth tucks sewn in and came down just past her knees, and under that, she had on a petticoat, and then a chemise and then her pantalets that reached just down to just past her knees. On her feet she wore a pair of knitted black woolen socks, that came clear up to her knees, and her ankle high shoes.
As Emma watched him, she felt as if she were somehow drawn to him as she too sat down and removed her shoes and socks also. Then, she very gingerly followed him on over to the stream.
From there, she had a wonderful time feeling both her feet and lower legs splashing all around in the cool water. But still, she realized that she felt the heat of the afternoon sun still beating down on her upper body as she looked so longingly towards that deep man-made pool downstream – wondering just how it would feel to take off all of her clothes and go for a dip.
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They had made plans to meet at the pool the next day, and, after dinner, she went directly to the pool in order to be with Mike again. There she saw him, out in the middle of the big pool swimming around with just the lower part of his cotton long-johns on.
When she saw him, she heard him shout out, “Come on and take em off and join me.” 
But then she just stood there looking very longingly at the cool water as she felt herself being way too embarrassed to ever take her clothes off right there right in front of a boy as she realized that she was still just a little girl yet, and she knew that little girls were never ever supposed to take their clothes off in front of boys ever.
But after Mike swam closer to her, she heard him say, “I’ll keep it a secret and never tell anyone if you want to shed your clothes and join me. Heck, you can even leave your underpants on if you want to… just like I’m doing.”
As she felt that urge in her getting stronger and stronger, she finally sat down and took off her shoes and socks, and then untied and removed her pinafore. Then, with a very red embarrassed face, she slowly unbuttoned her dress and slipped it up over her head as she now felt even more embarrassment with a very deep sense of shyness or modesty going all through her. 
But then, the water did look so inviting that she finally felt herself untie her slip and step out of it as she felt her whole face turn a deep red while now standing there way out here the open with nothing but just her underclothes on now. 
But now as she felt she had gone this far, she now realized that she was still way too young to show Mike anything on her young chest, so she finally removed her chemise.
Being clad now in only her pantalets she tried to shake off all of the very strong feelings of deep embarrassment that she felt as she very hurriedly ran to the water’s edge and stepped very quickly on into the water until she was finally deep enough to immerse herself clear on up to her neck. That’s when she saw Mike come up real close to her and say, “Feels good, doesn’t it?” 
At that moment, she felt herself finally relax again as she heard herself giggle, “Oh yes, this does feel really good. But oh please don’t get my hair wet though or Aunt Jane will know just what I’ve done and she will probably punish me very severely.” 
Her hair was cut short – almost into a bob. But it still needed dried and brushed in order to get rid of that telltale sign that she had been in the water. “Well, maybe next time,” she heard Mike say, “I’ll bring towels and a brush so that you can dry and brush your hair before going home.”
Then, as she played with Mike in the water having all sorts of fun, she very soon lost any sense of embarrassment she might still have had by being so unclothed right there right in front of Mike. 
But all too soon, she saw that it was getting late so she finally had to get out of the water to put her clothes back on again.
But then they both just sat there chatting while letting the sun dry them off a little before she finally put all of her clothes back on.
As she now stood there, being fully clothed again, she could still feel her still very wet pantalets making her lower body feel quite cold down there in stark contrast from her very warm clothed upper body. Why it felt so uncomfortable that she reached up under her dress and untied the pantalets and then slipped them off while again feeling very embarrassed standing there right in front of Mike while holding her wet pantalets in her hand.
But then she heard him say, “Heck, with all those clothes that you have on, I would never know if you were wearing underpants or not. Why don’t you just wring them out and carry them in your hand until you get home. Then, you can probably find somewhere to hide them from your aunt so that they can dry.”
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The next day when she came to the swimming pool, she saw Mike out in the middle of the pool as she heard him say, “Hey, I’ve got towels and a brush over on that log. So when we get through swimming, we can both towel off and then you can even brush your hair back out.”
After she had removed all of her clothes except her pantalets, she heard Mike say, “Hey, why don’t you just go ahead and take your underpants off also so that you won’t get them wet like you did last time.”
As I looked at him, I felt that great sense of embarrassment go all through me from just the very thought of removing my pantalets and being completely naked way out here in the middle of the woods and also right here right in front of Mike. But then, I reasoned, I would at least have dry pantalets to put back on afterwards, and also they did drag around quite a bit in the water whenever I moved about. 
But then when I saw Mike stand up, and from the way he looked I realized that he also didn’t have his long johns on either which made me suddenly become real curious on just what a boy looked like without any clothes on. But then that’s when I heard him call out, “Well, hurry up and make up your mind.”
There I stood, still thinking about the absolute freedom of going in naked for a minute before I finally broke down and said, “Well okay, turn your back and I’ll do it.” 
After she watched Mike turn his back towards her, she hurriedly untied her pantalets and slipped out of them. As she did so, she thought, ‘Oh wow! This feels so naughty of me to actually slip down my pantalets and step out of them while feeling now as naked as a jaybird way out here in the open, and with Mike standing right out there in the water also.’
Still feeling really quite embarrassed, I even put my hands in front of myself in order to try to cover up my most private area while I hurriedly slipped on into the cool water just before Mike turned around to look at me once more.
Once in the pool, I now knew that I could now get my hair wet and maybe even get Mike to teach me how to swim a little bit while we have lots more fun. 
At first, Mike had me hold my head under water while practicing holding my breath and trying to look all around.
As I first ducked my head under the water, being the first time that I had ever done so, I realized that my feet left the bottom and even felt my bottom float on up to the top.
After I resurfaced, I heard Mike say, “Wow! I didn’t know that you were that buoyant. Here, let me hold you down for about thirty seconds while you hold your breath and look around.”
I then felt him put his hand on my back and shoulders and was able to actually hold me under water while I practiced holding my breath while trying to look around underwater. But then as I tried to look, I realized that everything seemed so fuzzy that I could hardly make out a thing except for a very fuzzy image of Mike standing right there right next me. But then as I looked, I also got a very fuzzy picture of just what he looked like down there in-between his legs. Why I could just make out some hair and a big longish thing hanging down which seemed to make me all that more curious.
After that, he held me horizontally with my front down while having me turn my head sidewise so that I could breathe, while I practiced kicking my feet. 
As he held me, I realized that one of his hands was actually pressing right against my bare chest while the other one was way down on my groin – right next to my pee-pee, and I realized that my naked back was partially out of the water.
As I kicked my feet for all I was worth, sometimes making great splashing sounds, I felt him gradually let me go where I found myself actually being propelled through the water a short ways before I finally floundered and had to stand back up.
But when I stood back up, I could make out just under the water, that Mike’s pee-pee had grown to huge proportions and was standing straight out before him.
I now felt myself burning with curiosity about what all of his male equipment looked like, so I came back up next to him, and, without thinking, very curiously reached my hand down and touched it.
As I held it in my hand, I saw that Mike seemed to just stand there frozen. But since he didn’t make me stop, I kept on very curiously squeezing that long pole of his until, all of a sudden, I saw some whitish stuff erupt from the end of it, and that’s when I heard him say, “Hey! That’s not fair. If you get to feel mine, I get to feel yours also.” 
That’s when I felt his hand slip right in-between my legs and up against my pee-pee where I felt the shock of my life. 
I knew that we really weren’t supposed to be doing this. But as I reasoned that I had a great curiosity about his pee-pee and even got to hold it in my hand, I knew that I just had to agree with him that it would be only fair that he should also get to feel me down there also. 
As I just stood there in frozen shock while feeling this great invasion of his fingers rubbing all around down there against my own pee-pee, I quickly felt real weird feelings go all through me that started to eventually feel real weirdly kinda nice. But then as I still held his great big pee-pee in my hand, I just went ahead and let him continue to rub me down there also as I felt myself starting to get real funny feelings that felt kind of real wild and very weirdly real nice. But soon I felt all of those feelings start going through my whole body and that made me uncontrollably move myself all around against his hand more and more until I felt those feelings get so great that they just seemed to just grab my whole body and hold me there in its spell while making me feel so good as to never want those feelings to ever leave me again.
But then as I felt those feelings starting to finally leave me, I very gigglingly squeezed his great big dick again as I noticed that Mike didn’t even try to stop me, until I saw some more of that whitish stuff shoot out of his pee-pee again.
From there, I felt Mike just wrap his arms around me and hold me to him for a long time before we both very gigglingly, got out of the pool and sat down on that old log while we both continued, very gleefully, to play with each other down there.
Oh! I thought this was so wild, being way out here in the woods with both of us all naked while we both very gleefully played around with each other’s pee-pees while admitting to each other that this was the very first time that we had ever done anything like this ever before. He admitted that he had just a very faint idea on what a girl’s pee-pee even looked like while I had none at all about what a boy’s looked like – being so young as to not to ever even think about it before.
I finally got dressed and left a little later than usual, making Aunt Jane mad at me for missing supper. So I ate the plate of food she offered me cold.
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The next day was nothing but excitement for the two of us as we both very hurriedly got undressed right in front of each other, and then played and examined each other to our heart’s content just like two little kids with brand new toys until we were finally just too exhausted to continue on. So we decided to go in swimming to cool off.
This continued on for several more days until we both had finally learned just what the other wanted to make them feel the best.
I soon found that he could shoot that whitish stuff out of his big hard pee-pee only about three times before I had to quit making him do that, and that he really liked to watch me squeeze his big hard pee-pee for him until I made him do it.
Me, I liked to have him snuggle me up to him on his lap while he kept one or two fingers working against that little thing that I had down there in the front of my pee-pee. Why he would just hold me there, snuggling me on his lap while doing that to me as I felt myself go through several of those real fantastic feelings that felt so good that I felt like I could no longer live without them.
One day, while he again minutely examined my pee-pee, he suddenly came to the conclusion that he just might be able to get his pee-pee inside of me. So I watched as he pulled a pencil out of his pocket and very carefully shaped the end of it with his knife. After he was done, he had me spread my legs out a bit and then I felt him push it right against that real sensitive spot in the back part of my pee-pee.
I guess I really didn’t feel much discomfort at all as I felt it actually slide on up inside of me. At first, I noticed that there was a little blood, but that was all while I watched as he then slid it in and out of me several times before satisfying his curiosity that I actually did have a hole inside me. He then spread out a towel and had me lay down on it as he sat down in-between my legs. I then watched very curiously as to just what he was about to do as I watched him spit on his big hard pee-pee a couple of times before he then pressed it up against my pee-pee and then rammed it against me.
This time it hurt so much as to make me scream. But then, as I saw his great big pee-pee go on into me, I realized that the hurt lasted for only just a few seconds before it finally went away. But there I saw him still sitting there with his great big pee-pee actually about halfway inside of me. But then as he continued to ram it into me over and over, I began to feel all the real strange feelings of it going way up inside of me while giving me the sensation of actually filling me way up inside while I felt other very new and real strange wild feelings go all through me. But I felt him keep on doing that to me until I felt him finally shoot a whole bunch of his special whitish stuff way up inside of me.
After he was all through doing that, I felt him finally lay down on top of me while he continued on pushing his pee-pee in and out of me over and over again. Only this time it felt really real slick and nice, and the more he did it, the more I liked it until he finally brought me right on up into one of those real fantastic wild feelings. From there, I just had to wrap my arms and legs around him and try to hold him tight against me while still feeling his great big pee-pee still going in and out of me. Only this time he was sending me from one of those real fantastic nice feelings on into the next, until after a while, I thought that I just couldn’t stand it anymore when I felt him finally lay down on top of me exhausted, and that’s when I felt his great big pee-pee finally shrivel back up and slip back out of me.
Afterwards, as we went into the water to get cleaned up, I now had the feeling that what he was doing to me was what married people did to each other in order to try to make babies. But then, as I dwelled on it, I realized that just maybe he was now really married to me, and maybe he had really given me a baby. But then, here I was, just a small nine-year-old girl for gosh sakes, and as I pictured myself trying to take care of a new-born baby all by myself, I panicked. 
As I screamed that I didn’t want a baby, I felt him cuddle me up against him trying to calm me back down. But then, I kept on screaming until after a while, I finally heard him say that he would ask someone with some knowledge and get back to me.
He knew of an older friend that had been married, and would ask him tomorrow.
As I knew that I wouldn’t be seeing him tomorrow because of his trip, I planned on meeting with him the following day.
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That day as we both sat there on the log, he finally told me what his friend said, and he said that I couldn’t have a baby until after I started having my monthly bleeding spells which I probably wouldn’t get until I was maybe from fourteen to sixteen years old.
Of course, I certainly didn’t know what those bleeding spells were, and neither did he. But then, he said that all women get them.
After I was satisfied that he really didn’t get me pregnant, we then hurriedly took off all of our clothes and I very joyously let him do that to me again as I felt myself having so much fun with him that I really didn’t want to quit until we had finally exhausted ourselves again. Afterwards, we then went in swimming just in order to clean up and cool off.
At this point, I felt like I was now so comfortable with him that I felt like I wanted to continue our special private fun with each other forever and ever.
I also realized that as long as no one found us out, just who out there would ever know that we were really having sex with each other except just ourselves. So I now felt very comfortable with our very private relationship with each other as we kept on meeting day after day just in order to enjoy each other’s bodies until the weather started turning cold.
Now that presented a problem which we had no way of solving without being found out until it started getting warmer the next summer.
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One winter day as we were trying to do something out in the barn, his dad walked in and caught us. Then after much talking among both sets of parents, we were brought in and questioned. 
There, after we had professed our love for each other, we were told just what the bible said about us and just what we had done to each other. We then learned that by God’s law, we were married.
It was then explained to us that we should never have another girl or boyfriend, but to stay together as man and wife for as long as we lived.
But here we were – just a little nine-year-old girl and a fourteen-year-old boy, suddenly realizing the seriousness of our childish actions. 
A ring was found, and then a bible was brought out, and Mike’s father then read to us the wedding ceremony that was written in it. After that he had Mike put the ring on my finger and then pronounced us man and wife.
After this was all done, there was a special dinner for all of us, and then they gathered up all of my clothes and things and moved me on into Mike’s little loft bedroom over at his father’s farm.
That night, as the time for going to bed approached, I suddenly had the realization that I was actually going to sleep in the same bed with mike. So on this very cold winter night, after the room had been warmed up as much as possible, I found myself actually undressing and putting on my nightgown, and getting in bed with Mike.
There, I felt him cuddle up to me, and after we had gotten ourselves warmed sufficiently, I felt Mike put his hand up under my nightgown, and soon, he was on top of me with his hard dick all the way into me as we both enjoyed yourselves making love to each other while his parents – my in-laws – were down underneath us in their own bedroom.
Oh! This felt so wild to me. But the next morning, I found myself going to school with Mike, and then afterwards having a regular routine of helping Mike’s mother with her chores around the house - helping with the cleaning, the cooking, with the cleanup, and then, a little later, after I had done my school homework, again going to bed with Mike.
As I felt each day starting to melt on into the next, I soon realized that this was now no longer just a dream, but now a stark reality that I was no longer just a carefree little girl, but now a very married little girl with all the duties and responsibilities of a grown-up married woman.
After I had gained puberty and felt that swelling down under my tummy starting to get larger and larger, I found myself now looking longingly at certain other boys. But then as I touched the ring that was on my finger and the swelling of my tummy, I realized that I had actually missed out on a part of my childhood that I will never ever have the chance to know. 
But of course, I knew just where all of my love and duties lied before me as I felt Mike grasp my hand as we walked onward home.
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