Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. PRETEEN MARTHA It doesn't really matter why I was out in the chilly early dark winter's night with 9 year old Martha or put it this way, it would bore the shit out of you. What you really want to know is what happened. I had my hands full, I had a plastic bag in each hand with things I had gone out to buy for her parents. She's made a fuss about coming with me and that has been agreed. It was only about 7pm but it was winter and there was a frost on the ground. "Watch how you're walking," I'd said, "I think this pavement might be a bit slippy. I can't tell if there's any ice or not but its frosty and there might be dry ice. You might slip." "Let's go over the other side then," she's said, "its just grass there." She was right. So we crossed the road carefully and got onto the more safe ground. Thing is, it was dark on that said of the estate service road. There weren't any houses on this side. "It's nice isn't it," Martha said and then, "what's that little house there?" "Yeah its alright," I said, "alright for a little specky four eyes girl I suppose, but just you becareful. I don't know, maybe a local electric or telephone station for the estate." I was looking straight ahead when it happened and it happened so quickly too. I heard her voice and felt her hand at what seemed to be exactly the same time. "I'm not a specky four eyes," was the voice but the hand had clamped itself right over my jeans and right over my penis. She was squeezing the fucking thing. Nine years old and she had me in a cock grip. "Oy," I hissed. I couldn't do anything, my hands were full. I looked down at her, she was still clinging on and she had the most evil look on her face. Luckily we had just stepped behind that small one level brick box building, but there was no-one around and not likely to be on a night like this around Christmas time. "Get off," I said. "No," she said. "I'll put my hand up your skirt," I said. "You can't," she said, "you got bags." "I can," I said slowly lowering myself a little. "I'll squeeze it harder," she said. "Anyway how do you know about things like that," I said lowering the bags to the frosty ground. She grinned, "I squeeze Dad's." "Do you now," I said and thinking to meself how interesting was this, "do that a lot then do you?" "Yeah, but only when Mum's out," she said, "and I'm not a specky four eyes." "And do you let Dad stuck his hand up your knickers as well then," I asked? She just giggled and then, "not telling." "Let go," I said, "someone might come." I was thinking of myself. "No they won't," she said continuing to squeeze, "no-one'll be out now." I just thrust a hand up her skirt and cupped her knickers, "let go," I said. "No," she was grinning, "unless you promise to show us your one. It's gone hard like Dad's does." Fuck it I thought and it had gone hard. I took my hand out from under her skirt and checking around to my left and right, I pushed her hand away, undid my zip and flicked it out. She grabbed it as soon as it sprang out. "Its alright isn't it," she said, "Dad's is bigger but yours is bigger around. Want me to wank it off?" I just lay against the wall of that building and let her get on with it. She gave me a fucking good wank. "Oh that's nice," I said. "I'm good at it," she said, "Dad says I'm the best wanker he knows, better than Mum. Want me to suck it an'all, I like sucking them, I like the creamy, its nice and salty." She swallowed it as well, so she had been telling the truth, she did like it. I didn't want to hang about after that so we carried on back to her parents house but I had to keep shushing her. She kept on asking me if I'd liked it when she wanked and sucked me and everytime I told her someone might hear us she just laughed. Naturally I didn't mention anything when we got back to her place, her Mum was there but I had a word with Stan on his own later and that to a few nice later experiences. But maybe those for another story in the future. alleypussy@yahoo.comPRETEEN MARTHA