Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. SALLY Ped She was noticeably more developed than most girls her age and many said, mentally too. What they actually said was, "she knows a right lot more than most girls of her age should. She knows more than me!" Of course Sally Brown was quite aware of her development. She had unusually sprouted at aged 8 and by aged 11 she was proud of her small swellings, and anyway she was quite aware of the notice taken of them by many men. She also loved having sexual intercourse with men. At aged 8 her pointy little boo boos were stared at and she had often made the choice to continue wearing t-shirts and blouses that were just a little, but not too much, too tight for her. She knew quite well that her little 8 year old needle pricks gave some men's pricks the needle. Her young Aunt Millicent's boyfriend for example, the thin 30 year old weedy Ashley. There was something in the way Ashley had first viewed her that made her certain that Ashley was attracted to her. Sally always made a point of fawning around him and climbing up onto his knee. "Sally! Stop doing that," she was always pleased to hear her young Aunty Milly scream. For a start Sally knew that it made her Aunty jealous and she also saw that it embarrassed Ashley when other members of the family were present. But at the same time she also knew for a fact that Ashley liked her attentions because as an 8 year old she had used her innocent status to place her hand over his crotch. She felt his little bulge alright and looking directly into Ashley's face on occasions, she knew that he knew that she knew. There were also the boys at her primary school. They were always pulling their willies out and then there were the 11 year old boys, some of whom were mature and she had always been interested in that and those boys were interested in what Sally was happy to do. Ashley was a pushover, a weakling she could easily manipulate. Sally lived on a farm and liked to go for walks and there were those occasions when her Aunt wasn't there but Ashley was. It's difficult isn't it, difficult to refuse a child's reasonable request to be taken out into the fresh air when you're just sitting there and watching the television or generally doing nothing much. Of course Ashley was actually also more than pleased to be asked. "Yes alright," Ashley would say, "I'll take you for a walk then, if it will keep you quiet." And of course those around would smile fondly and say something like, "oh don't let her boss you around and can you make sure she wears her wellington boots." They were pleased to get her out of the house. Off they would go. "And where would you like to go then," Ashley would ask when he was sure they were a decent distance from the house, "the old stone barn or the copse or somewhere else?" If it was the copse it would be masturbation and some cunnilingus. If the barn, it would be botty bum hole pumping and cunnilingus and if there was time, and there usually was, a little light masturbation. It was to be the barn on this occasion and Ashley's heart pounded. He loved it when 8 year old Sally put her finger in his little brown pucker hole and fucked him. "Your willy's really small isn't it," Sally would say to Ashley as she bum pumped him with one hand and fiddled with his little erection with the other, "I know a boy at school and his is bigger than yours." "Yes," Ashley would pant. She always said something like that when she molested him. "You like little girls don't you Ashley," Sally would tease? "Yes, I do," Ashley always panted in reply. "I'm going to tell Aunty Sally," she would say, "going to tell her you like doing it with little girls my age." "No please don't do that," he would say and she would give a throaty laugh in reply and then say, "you got to lick me when you've done spurty." "I will, I will honest," from Ashley. "And you're not got to stop unless I say so, alright," from Sally. "Yes, yes I promise." It never took long with Ashley and he never produced much of a spurt either. A little teaspoon dribble that shot little further than the silk undies he liked to wear and then with his little penis left hanging out of his flies, Sally insisted on that, he would kneel in front of her and lick her hairless fanny. He would lick it until Sally said it was time to go home and if she felt there was time, the time would depend on the time her Aunty was going to return, she might masturbate him again. "When we get home and I see Aunty, I'm going to tell her to look in your kickers and so she'll find your spurty and she'll want to know why." "They're not knickers," from Ashley. "They are," from Sally, "you wear girl's knickers." Sally told me all this when she was 11. I was her Aunty's boyfriend then, and I used to love fucking Sally's little snatch. Thank you Ashley and thank you Sally, thank you for telling your Aunty when you did that Ashley had 'spurty' in his knickers. That put an end to Ashley and that educated Aunty as to your development and Aunty doesn't really mind our physical relationship does she. You're hardly a threat to her at aged 11 now are you but you're a much better fuck than your Aunty, that's for sure! alleypussy@yahoo.comSALLY Ped