Copyright  2000,   Clayton.  ALL Rights Reserved


Long Name: Clayton's Kid's - Poony Toons

Story codes: (bg, cons)

Story Intro: Kris bets Annie she can't name all the Loony Toons characters on her 
knickers.  However, his forfeit isn't too arduous.
	


   This is the first of a new style of story for me, Called
   'Clayton's Kids' No adult's here.  Well, not yet anyway.
   Like in any tale told by someone who has not yet reached
   their majority, much of the emphasis will be on the what
   and the how, and a lot less on the why.

   And sorry for my absence, work pressures, and moving have
   taken up a great deal of my time.  Especially since I had
   to build where I was moving to first. <g>  However, it is
   done now and with a bit of luck more should be on its way
   soon.


Disclaimer:
   This is a work of pure fiction.  No illegal activity
   described herein was carried out, this document details
   fantasies that took place late at night when I was alone
   in bed. I firmly believe that no fifteen minutes of
   pleasure is worth the innocence of a child.  Besides, I
   derive much pleasure from the company of children, playing
   with them or simply watching them at play, I am not going
   to risk this for any momentarily heightened sense of
   pleasure.

   If you are under the age of eighteen the law says I've got
   to tell you to go away, so, "Go away!"  Common sense says
   you're going to ignore me, so don't blame me if you go
   blind, your parents find you in possession of this document
   or your cum causes your space bar to stop working.

   If this type of material is illegal in your city, state,
   country, then see above, substituting "law enforcement
   agency" in place of "parents".

   If you're a member of the moral minority, religious right,
   or any other such control group then read on, my aim is to
   offend you as much as possible.  People like you who would
   force others to fit your narrow minded little world views
   are a blight upon the landscape.  My personal philosophy is
   that of "Rational Anarchy" ie. anyone should feel free to
   do and think as they please such that their actions do not
   adversely impact on the lives of others.


Introduction

I tried writing this story, purely from the viewpoint of an eleven, going on twelve, year 
old boy, but I found that the language kept getting far to complex, so instead it's being 
told by the same boy as an adult, remembering it exactly as it happened.

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Clayton's Kids - Poony Toons

'Shit this is boring.' I think as I rolled away from the images of Tinky Winky, Po, Dipsy 
and Lala cavorting on the TV.  I look back at my charge for the day, who sits on the couch 
behind me, her bright little eyes captivated by the silly antennaed ETs with TVs in their 
bellies.

"Stupid fucking bitch mother." I mutter.

I don't realise that I'm speaking aloud until the round little face wreathed in soft 
yellow curls turns to look at me. "What?"

"Oh, nothing, you just watch Tellytubbies.  O.K." I say hastily. God, I hoped she hadn't 
actually heard.  I doubt that a repetition of my words would go down well in this house.

So there I was, cooped up in my neighbour's house, watching her little brat daughter for 
the princely sum of five bucks a day.  Did my stupid dumb fuck bitch mother ask me if this 
was how I wanted to spend my school holidays?  No.  Did she ask me if I wanted to be paid?  
No.  Silly fucking woman said I'd be happy to do it for nothing.  At least Mrs Brownlow 
insisted that I should be paid something, not that I'd see any of it any time soon, Mum 
was banking it for me.  "Teach me responsibility with money." she says, "Ten dollars a 
week pocket money was plenty for a boy my age." she says.

Well, since I couldn't fucking go anywhere she was probably right.  Stupid Cow.  All my 
mates were out there playing footy, and I was stuck in here looking after little Orphan 
Annie here.  I turn to glare at the unoffending cause of my ire.

I'm about to turn away, when I notice that she's lifted her feet to the couch and has the 
soles of her shiny black sandals pressed together, her hands clasping the toes, and her 
knees actually touching the cushions on either side. 'Fuck, how can she do that.' I 
marvel.  If I tried that, my hips'd pop out of joint.

Again I start to turn away, when she takes a hand off her shoes to scratch and itch high 
up on the inside of her leg.  The side of her hand dislodges the frilly hem of her dress 
to reveal a tiny scrap of white at the top of her chubby leg.  Being nearly twelve, and 
perpetually horny, even this tiny glimpse of female underwear, was enough to make my heart 
skip a beat, while my jeans suddenly became painfully tight.

I glance up at her face, to see if she's caught me watching, but her eyes are completely 
focused on the dumb critters prancing around like a bunch of poofters.  One of them was 
even purple and carried a handbag.

As I let my eyes fall back between her legs, I think about the bullshit claims my mates 
and I have made, about seeing up girl's dresses, and the like.  Especially, what Paul had 
said about his little sister who let him lift up her dress to look at her undies.  None of 
us really believed him, but we still gave him all sorts of shit, because his little sister 
was only six.  Annie was six too, but I doubt if she'd let me lift up her skirt.  Not with 
her bible bashing mother always telling her to sit like a lady and shit like that.  Hell, 
she'd really catch it bad if her mother saw her now.  The only way her knees could be any 
further apart would be if you cut one of her legs off.

Another scratch, revealed a tiny bit more of her knickers, and my pants grew tighter 
still.  I thought about Paul and his sister again, and wondered if it was really true.  I 
was starting to think that it might be worth getting shit stirred, and then it occurred to 
me, that I would only get stirred if I said something.

I glance back up at her face, to make sure she's still staring at the TV and return my 
gaze to the two cm triangle of thick white cotton.  Both hands are back on her toes now, 
and she grips them tightly as she begins to rock back and forth in time with the silly 
music playing on TV.  Then she starts bouncing her knees, and her dress begins to work 
higher and higher.

A millimetre at a time. more and more of her tightly stretched knickers creep into view.  
At the top of each leg, the flesh hollows slightly, and the taut leg bands of her undies 
stretch over the shallow depressions, leaving shadow filled gaps.  First a grey and white 
cartoon rabbit's foot comes into view and then an orange-yellow flipper.

Then just as I see the beginnings of a black and white paw slipping into view.  She 
straightens her legs and lets them hang over the edge of the couch, at the same time 
jerking the hem of her dress down to her knees.  "You saw my undies! she squeals.

Startled, I look up, realising that the video had ended, and she'd caught me looking up 
her dress. She must have mistaken my panicked look for something else, because she 
whimpers at me, "Please don't tell Mummy."

"Huh, what?"

"Please don't tell Mummy on me." she says fearfully, "She gets mad when I sit like that 
and let pepul see my undies.  She'll spank me if you tell her."

"What just because I saw a bit of your knickers?" I ask incredulously.  I knew her mother 
was weird about stuff like that because she was so religious, but to spank her kid just 
for letting her underwear show.  That was ridiculous.

But from the look on Annie's face it was obviously true.  "You said a bad word." she says 
with a sharp intake of breath.

"What word?" I ask genuinely perplexed.

"You know." she says.

"No I don't." I say. "Tell me what it was."

"But it's naughty, and Mummy'll get mad." she objects.

"No she won't." I reassure her, "Because I won't tell her."

She looks around furtively, as if to check that there's no one else to hear. "You said, 
knickers." she whispers, and giggles nervously. "Member, don't tell Mummy I said it."

"I already said I wouldn't." I say.

"Thanks." she says, "You was looking at them wasn't you.  How come?"

I start to say no, and then a nasty idea begins to take shape in my head. "Well, they've 
got cartoons on them, and I was trying to see what they were, but I didn't get a very good 
look."

"They're from What's Up Doc." she tells me, holding her hand up and ticking names off on 
her fingers, "There's Bugs, and Daffy, and S'vester, and Tweety, and..."

"Hang on, hang on." I say cutting her off. "I'm getting all muddled up.  Why don't you 
show me?"

"But Mummy says I'm not supposed to let pepul see my undies."

"If people aren't supposed to see your knickers," I ask, trying to sound reasonable, "why 
do they have cartoons on them?"

"Um I-"  she pauses in confusion. "I don't know, but Mummy says, I'm supposed to sit like 
a lady, so pepul can't see my undies."

"Can't you say knickers?" I ask, not sure why I'm trying to make her say the word, but 
knowing it will further my nasty plans.

"Yes but it's a naughty word." she tells me. "Mummy says-"

"Your mummy isn't here now," I cut her off, "you can say it in front of me.  I won't mind.  
Go on, say it."

"Knickers." she giggles nervously.

"See." I grin encouragingly. "Say it again."

"Knickers." she giggles, more naughty than nervous this time. "Knickers, knickers, 
knickers.  KNICKERS!"  She finishes with a little girl shriek, and collapses into helpless 
giggles.

"So can I see them?" I ask again.

"Mummy says-"

"She's not here." I interrupt.

I have another brainwave. "Anyway," I say, "she just means you're not supposed to let 
people see them accidentally.  It's O.K. if they ask you first."

"Really?" She asks disbelievingly, "I can show pepul if they asks?"

"Yep." I agree, "But they have to ask.  O.K."

"O.K." she agrees. "How come Mummy didn't tell me 'bout that?"

"Because the first person who asks you, is supposed to tell you." I bullshit her.

"Oh." she nods, accepting my assurance.

"So can I see your cartoons?" I ask softly.

"O.K." she chirps.  And with that, she pulls the front of her dress up above her waist.

For several seconds I stare at the slightly rumpled and partially obscured Loony Toons 
cast, getting my first proper look at a girl's underwear while she was wearing them.  Then 
feeling bold at having got away with this much, I say, "I can't see very well.  Why don't 
you sit like you were before?"

"O.K."

She lets her hem drop into her lap and lifts her feet back to the couch cushions, using 
her hands to get the soles of her sandals lined up and pressed together.  She then lifts 
her dress back up.

My cock almost sprains itself lurching in my pants like a live thing.  This time I have a 
complete and open view of her little knickers stretched tightly across the rounded 
swelling of her tiny fanny.  The dimples are once more visible at the tops of her thighs, 
and under the pretext of getting a closer view, I try to look into the narrow openings, 
trying to see even more than I already can.

The thick material partially obscures the outline of her little fanny, but I imagine I can 
see a shallow vertical depression running down the middle.

"That's Bugs." she says, her fingertip touching Bugs' head, near the top on the right hand 
side. "And-"

"Hang on." I stop her again, "Wanna play a game?"

"Yeah, what is it?"

"I bet you don't know who all of them are." I say.

"I bet I do."

"Bet you don't." I taunt.

"Do too." she cries.

"O.K." say, "Prove it. I'll point to them and you tell me who they are then."

She thinks about it for a moment, making me wonder if I've pushed too hard, but 
fortunately she agrees, "O.K."

My chest feels like it has an enormous rubber band around it as I reach out and lightly 
press down on Daffy.  Holy fuck.  It's warm, and soft, but firm, not mushy like I'd 
thought it would be.

"Daffy." she immediately tells me, seemingly unworried by my finger touching her little 
cunt.

"S'vester" "Tweety." "Foghorn Leghorn." "Elmer Fudd." "Porky pig." She answers each time 
my finger stops on a figure.

"You're good." I compliment her, "But I bet I'll get you."

"Bet you don't." she giggles, completely at ease with a boy twice her age touching her 
undies as she holds the hem of her dress tucked under her chin.

Now instead of lifting my finger before setting it back down elsewhere, I drag it to each 
new location, trying to feel the shape of her little fanny through the obscuring fabric.

"Pepe Le Pew." "Wile E. Coyote." "Road Runner." "Yosamity Sam." "Speedy Gonzales" She 
giggles, "I know em all."

"Bet you don't know who he is." I press down on the Martian, and drag my finger up and 
down a little, actually forcing the material of her knickers part way into her crack.

"That's Marvin the Martian." she says, finishing with a creditable imitation of Porky Pig, 
"See, the-a, the-a, that's all folks."

"Hang on a second." I say, "There's one left."

Pressing firmly, I move up to the figure behind Marvin, tracing along the full lanky, grey 
length of Bugs Bunny.

"That's Bugs Bunny." she giggles scornfully, "I already told you that."

"So you did." I grin, pretending chagrin, but keeping my finger in continuous motion up 
and down the length of her little slit.  My cock throbs mightily inside my jeans, 
straining against the thick denim which keeps it confined.

"But I bet you don't know what Sam calls him."

"That's easy." she says, a slight catch in her voice. "He calls him a long eared galoot.  
That tingles"

"What does?" I ask, my pausing with my finger right in the middle of Bugs' face.

"Your finger."

"Oh." I say, removing it, thinking that she's calling an end to the game.

"No don't stop." she says, grabbing my hand and putting my finger back down on Bugs. "It 
feels nice."

"Does it." I gulp.

"Uh-huh." she nods, a look of concentration on her little face as she looks down at my 
stationary finger.  After a few seconds she says, "You gotta rub it."

Holly shit.  already I was far beyond anything any of my mates had claimed. I was touching 
a real live, girl's fanny through her undies, I'd felt it all over, and now she was asking 
me to keep going.  To rub it with my bare fingers.

My cocked throbbed in a way I'd never felt before, and I wondered if I was going to shoot 
stuff, like Eric claimed he could.  Of course we'd all immediately made the same claim, 
but I think only Eric's was genuine.

Slowly, I begin moving my finger back and forth along her slit.

"Mmm." she mumbles, her head cocked slightly as she watches my fingers, "That's nice.  
Keep doing it."

Since, she obviously likes my finger on her, and there's no longer the pretence of the 
game I'd made up to worry about, I move my middle finger into her slit and let the fingers 
on either side rub lightly over the soft fabric covering the fat little mounds on either 
side.  Then when she doesn't object, I let those fingers slip into the little hollows at 
the top of her thighs, touching her flesh outside her knickers.

She jumps slightly when bare skin touches bare skin, but makes no objection.  Emboldened, 
I draw my fingers inwards a little, stretching the leg openings wider, the elastic lightly 
abrading the sides of my fingers, as for the first time in my life I touch a fanny, skin 
to skin.  It is the softest, smoothest, most incredible thing I have ever felt.  So hot, 
it seems to burn my fingertips.  It's neither flabby like the rolls of fat on Brian's 
guts, nor hard like muscle, but like it was packed with stiff foam rubber, giving way 
before my sliding fingers, and rebounding as soon as they pass.

As I pull the sides of her knickers inwards, I begin to see the smooth slightly pink skin 
being revealed on either side.  And as the fabric between my fingers becomes slack, the 
finger tracing her slit, slips deeper, until it rubs lightly over the bottom of the little 
valley.  Near the top my finger passes over a hard little bump, and Annie, lets out a 
muffled squall and convulses against me.

Thinking I'd hurt her, I snatch my hand away, and begin to apologise.

"WOW!" she says, looking up at me, "That really tingled."

"It didn't hurt?" I ask worriedly.

"No way." she cries, "It felt really good."

More nasty thoughts materialise at this revelation.  I wonder if I can actually get to see 
her bare fanny.  I lay my fingers back on the, once more, taut fabric, and pretend to 
fumble around looking for the spot I'd touched before, "Where does it feel good?"

She puts up with my sudden clumsiness for a few seconds then says, "No, it's in the 
crack."

"What here?"

"No."

"Here?"

"No higher.  No, too far.  No higher.  Lower.  Oh," her voice is tinged with 
disappointment, "you keep missing."

"Well I can't see." I say, holding my breath anxiously, as I wait for her reaction.

"I can/'t let you see *inside* my undies." she protests.

"No of course not." I agree with her, taking my hand away, and pretending to get up to 
change the video.

She pauses, looking at my hand where it presses into the cheap vinyl cushion beside her 
ankle, then look up into my face, "You won't tell Mummy?" she asks softly.

'Yesss!' I think jubilantly, but I pretend a slight reluctance as I concede, "Well, O.K."

"Promise?" she demands.

"I promise I won't tell." I agree.

She immediately hooks her fingers into one leg opening and stretches it across to the 
other side.  For the first time in my life, I see exactly what a girl looks like between 
her legs.  There are two fat fleshy lips, vaguely shaped like long narrow footballs, one 
on either side of her crack.

The crack looks a little like a tall thin hour glass, sort of inside out if you know what 
I mean.  The chubby lips on either side pressed tightly together in the middle and parting 
slightly at the top and bottom.  At the top, there's a little flap of skin inside the 
crack, right where my finger had felt the bump.  Where it widens again at the base, I see 
a narrow, pink walled crater, with a little dimple at the bottom.

My chest tight, I look up at her face. "Can I touch it?"

"Course you can silly." she informs me with a giggle. "That's what I'm holding my knickers 
out of the way for."

Almost unable to breathe, I reach out, and lay my trembling fingers on the soft, hairless, 
pillows of flesh.  They're so warm.  So soft.  So smooth.  It's so beautiful.

"Touch it inside the crack." she orders me, "Make it tingle good again."

My heart pounds like I've run a race against the Devil as I insinuate a finger into her 
slit near the base, where I've heard the hole is.  There I can feel a faint dampness, the 
soft, soft skin slightly sticky with some unidentifiable moisture.  I wonder briefly if 
it's piss, then mentally shrug.  A little piss on my finger was a small price to pay for 
touching a girl's cunt.

"Ooh." she squeaks at the intrusion. "That's nice too, but I want it up the top where it 
tingles most."

I find that without the fabric of her knickers between us, my finger catches slightly on 
her skin, moving in little judders.  Also, it won't stay in her crack, but skips over the 
outside.  My finger reaches the point over that little flap of skin, and she jerks 
slightly. "Yeah, right there."

I jiggle my finger, and it slips into her crack, pressing down on the flap of skin. "Oh, 
yeah, that's it." she sighs, "Rub it right th- Aiieeeee."

She lets out a powerful shriek and shoves at my hand, forcing it away from her fanny, and 
her legs kick out the hard toes of her sandals catching me right on the breastbone.  This 
time I'm certain I'd hurt her, and my heart now pounds with fear, not passion.  "Sorry 
Annie." I babble, "I didn't mean to hurt you.  I'll stop now.  Don't tell your Mum."

"It didn't hurt." she assures me, "It felt so good, it was too good."

Too good?  How can something feel too good?  Then I remember how it felt to rub my nut 
directly with my fingers.  It felt great, but so intense I couldn't keep it up for more 
than a couple of seconds before I felt like screaming and had to stop.  So that little 
fold of skin was a girl's nut, and by the looks of it, it was even more sensitive than 
mine.

I start wondering if I should call it quits.  I'd already done much more with a girl than 
anyone I knew.  I had a vague idea of other things I could do with Annie, but maybe I 
shouldn't be too greedy.  If I did something wrong, she might tell someone about it, and 
then the shit would hit the fan.

Annie though had other ideas. "You gotta do it some more." she tells me, her fingers 
hooking her knickers aside to expose her little puss to my gaze once more. "I wanna feel 
good again."

One look at that bare little mound, and all my good intentions, all thoughts of self 
preservation went out the window.  I wasn't exactly sure of what else I was going to do 
with it, but I was going to do my best to work something out.  Starting with getting her 
out of those clothes.

"Annie," I say, "wouldn't it be easier if you just took them off.  And maybe you should 
take your dress off too, so it doesn't get all messed up and make your mum mad at you." I 
was learning.  Use her healthy respect for her mother, to convince her to do something.

"O.K.," she agrees, "but you gotta take your clothes off too, so you can't tell on me."

Hell, I wasn't expecting that.  It was bad enough getting undressed in front of other 
boys, especially since I started getting hair around my cock, and it started getting stiff 
all the time.  Kids with stiffies always got laughed at.  Now a girl wanted me to get 
undressed in front of her.

I was scared she'd see my stiffy and laugh at it, or call me a homo or something.  
Suddenly I realised, she wasn't a boy, like duh, and she wouldn't even know any of those 
names boys called each other, when they got stiffies in the changing rooms.  I also 
realised that there were a lot more things I could do if we were both nude.  I had this 
half idea of what fucking was, and while I figured Annie was too little to do that, I 
could probably still rub my dick on the outside of her fanny.  Suddenly I was anxious to 
get clothes off.

"Well, O.K." I agree, trying not to sound too eager.

First though, I do what any kid who's about to do something forbidden does.  I make sure I 
can't be seen by closing the venetian blinds.  When I turn back, Annie is struggling to 
pull her beruffled dress off over her head.

"I'm stuck." she says, her voice muffled by the folds of fabric covering her head.  
Beneath the half inside out garment, she is wearing her cartoon knickers and a cream 
coloured vest, which covers her upper body.

"Hold still." I tell her, as I kneel behind her and put her dress back the right way out, 
and search amongst the many frills and ruffles bedecking her dress for the fastening 
holding it closed at the back of her neck.  I find it soon enough, but for several seconds 
the hook and eye, resists my efforts, seemingly as complicated as one of those wire 
puzzles.  Finally though it gives way, and with it the zipper that runs down to the middle 
of her back.

For some reason it seems naughtier, to look down into the opening, to where her bottom is 
covered by a broad white expanse of cloth.  As I stare at her bum, she pulls the dress 
from her shoulders, and lets it fall to pool about her feet.  I'm left with an even better 
view of her knicker covered bum, but the thrill of the forbidden is suddenly a lot weaker.

She turns to face me, and my eyes light on the mound in her crotch.  One side of her 
knickers is pulled askew, the leg band partially caught in her little slit, leaving one 
fat, hairless lip bare to my gaze. "Your turn." she informs me brightly, as she takes away 
my view, her finger easing the cloth back to fully cover her fanny.

An entire spectrum of emotions washes over me, anticipation, embarrassment, fear of 
getting caught, elation, an more, thrill through me, one after the other, and piled 
together at the same time.  Still kneeling, I push my jacket from my shoulders, and strip 
off my t-shirt, baring my chest.

My thoughts an incoherent welter, I stand and unfasten my jeans, forcing them down to my 
ankles, and then try to pull them off over my sneakers.

"You're stuck like me." Annie giggles, as I stumble and almost fall.  Red faced with 
embarrassment, I sit and fumble with my laces until I can kick my shoes off, and work my 
jeans down over my socks.

Half shy, half proud, I clamber back to my feet and stand before her, my stiff prick 
pushing my jocks out like a tent pole.

Annie gasps, her eyes locked on the huge lump. "What's wrong with your crack?" she asks, 
"How come there's a big lump there?"

"Boys don't have cracks." I say.

"What is it then?" she asks, and reaches out to poke the end of my prick through the 
cotton of my jocks.

Just the touch of her podgy little finger sends a thrill like I've never felt before 
surging through me.  Making me gasp and draw my hips back involuntarily.

She snatches her hand away. "Did I hurt you?" she asks concernedly.

"N-no." I stammer, "You just surprised me.  It felt good."

"What is it?" she asks again, "I wanna see?"

"No it's your turn now." I say.

She quickly strips off her vest, and then pauses with her fingers caught in the waistband 
of her knickers. "You do it at the same time." she says.

"O.K." I position my fingers like hers, "One.  Two.  Three."

Together, we push our underpants down to our ankles, and straighten, our eyes fixed on 
each other's groins.  Now that she's standing with her feet nearly together, her little, 
bald fanny looks like a big wedge of pie that's been cut in half with a blunt knife.

"Oh wow!" she gasps, her eyes fixed so firmly on the rod of flesh sticking straight out 
above my balls, that I imagine I can feel them burning me. "What's THAT!"

"It's my dick." I tell her, feeling more than a little self conscious.

"How come you got a dick?"

"I dunno." I say, "It's just what boys have instead of cracks like girls do."

"How come I've never seen it before?" she asks, "It makes a real big lump."

"Mostly, it's not big like this," I say, "and it just dangles down."

"Oh.  Can I see it?  Make it dangle"

"I can't" I tell her, "I gotta wait for it to go away by itself."

"Oh!"

For several seconds both of us stand there, staring at each other's sex organs.  Me at the 
little split mound between her thighs, and she at my stiff prick and wrinkled ball sack. 
"What's that?"

Once again she jabs at me with her finger, this time prodding my solidly in the nuts.  
Again, I jerk backward, but this time it's in pain.  "Ouch!" I cry, cupping the offended 
parts tenderly. "That hurt."

"Sorry." she says contritely, "I didn't mean to,"

"Yeah, well be careful with that bit." I mutter, "They're real sensitive."

"What is it?  It looks like it's got marbles in it."

"They're my balls." I tell her.

"What are they for?"

"I dunno," I admit, "but they hurt real bad if you're not careful."

"I'm real sorry." she says, "I'll kiss it better."

She drops to her knees in front of me, and pushes my suddenly nerveless hand aside.  She 
tilts her head to the side and nuzzles in under my rigid shaft, her oh so soft cheek 
brushing against the wrinkled underside of my nut. "MMMmmmmMMMMmmmm<smack>." she noisily 
kisses my wrinkled nutsack with moist, puckered lips.

"Yar-gack." I cry incoherently, as electric bolts from my groin short circuit my brain.

With eyes that can barely focus, I look down at Annie kissing my balls with her warm, 
moist lips.  Her baby soft cheek rubs gently against the underside of my brick hard cock, 
sending sensations like nothing I'd ever felt before course through my body.  It was like 
all the symptoms of the flu: hot and cold flashes, sweating, and weakness, but instead of 
making me feel wretched, it was the most incredible feeling I'd ever known.  Somewhere 
inside me the was the sensation of increasing pressure.

And then it happened.  My dick swelled up, and turned an angry purple like my finger did 
when I wrapped string around it.  Then it felt like something snapped inside me, and 
behind my dick, there was a huge throb.  My dick jerked and a small jet of greyish fluid 
squirted from it, though it was more like a dribble, than a real spurt.

It went straight into Annie's ear and she pulled away from me with a squeal.  Just in time 
to get the next spurt right in her surprised face.  And this one was the real thing.  An 
almost solid rope of thick, white goo, splashed across her open mouthed face from just 
above her right eye, down to the point of her chin.

My cock almost feels like it's burning, but it's not pain but pleasure that I feel.  
Pleasure like nothing I've ever experienced in all my twelve years.

Annie squeaks again, gurgling around the mouthful of goo, that I'd inadvertently given 
her.  In trying to pull away she falls over backwards, landing with her heels half caught 
under her buttocks, her legs half splayed as my cock continues to pulse and squirt more 
creamy white spunk over her pale white body.  The next spurt lands on her chest and 
stomach, and the next weaker spurt traces a perfect line from her navel to the bottom of 
her crack.

The last squirt is little more than a dribble that falls on her knee, and the bare boards 
beside it, though my body continues to spasm a few more times before finally stopping, and 
leaving me almost too weak to stand up.

For several seconds I stand there in stunned silence, swaying slightly on my rubbery legs, 
and then the reality of the situation hits me like a ton of bricks.  Not the fact that I'd 
just done what Eric had boasted about and squirted spunk myself, but, that I'd not only 
done it over a six year old girl, but in her mouth as well.  I knew that as soon as she'd 
told her mum about this, I was dead.

I knew it was too late, but I still had to try.  I gulp, and apologise profusely: "I'm 
sorry Annie, I didn't mean to do that.  I didn't know it was going to happen. I...."

Just then I realise that, She too is apologising tearfully, sobbing, "I'm sorry.  Did I 
hurt you?  Did I break something?  Please don't tell Mummy.  I promise I won't do it 
again."

She appears to be quickly ramping up towards full blown hysterics, so forgetting my own 
fears, I drop to the floor next to her and pull her trembling body into my lap.  Rocking 
her back and forth, I make what I hope are comforting noises, whispering them into the 
riot of coppery curls adorning her head.

She responds slowly, but finally subsides to occasional snuffles against my bare chest.  
Still holding her I repeat my apologies, "I'm sorry Annie, I didn't mean it.  I hope it 
didn't taste horrible."

She turns her cum smeared face up towards me, and ventures a half smile. "You won't tell 
Mummy will you?"

"No, I won't." I promise her.

"Fanks." She lisps slightly.  She scrubs at her face and looks at her sticky, slippery 
hand and asks, "What is it?  Is it boy wees?"

"No it's called spunk." I reply, "It's different from wees, and it's the first time I ever 
made it, so I didn't know it was going to happen.  I'm sorry it went in your mouth."

"That's O.K." she giggles, "It's kinda nice." As if to prove it, she swirls her tongue in 
a big circle around her lips and pulls more into her mouth. "What's it for?"

I gather the few shreds of real knowledge I have about the facts of life and tell her, 
"It's for making babies."

"Will I have a baby?" she asks eagerly, "I want a baby to play with and Mummy's mean and 
says I can't have one."

"No." I chuckle, "You're much to little, you have to be as old as me and have boobs 
first."

"You said boobs." She giggles naughtily, blushing slightly. Then pretending sternness, she 
leans back and waggles her finger at me saying, "I should wash your mouf out with soap 
young man."

Oh no, don't do that." I chuckle, "Anything but that.  Boil me in oil, but please don't 
throw me in the briar patch."

"You're silly." She giggles.

She then looks down at her spunk smeared chest and tummy, and wipes some up with a finger.  
She holds it up between us and plays with it a little as she looks at it. "It's real 
slippery." she says.  She pops the finger into her mouth and sucks it clean. "Yummy too." 
Another swipe and she holds her finger up to me. "Want some?"

'Oh shit what do I do now?' I ask myself.  This game had already gone light years beyond 
anything I'd imagined at the beginning, and an avalanche of filthy jokes, and names we'd 
used as insults going through my head was giving me ideas that would have been somewhere 
on the far side of the universe only minutes ago.  The thought of how some of those names 
might be applied to me made me hesitate, but only for a moment.  Neither one of us was 
going to tell, and the possibilities were well worth tasting a fingerful of spunk.  
Somewhere deeper, was a carefully unacknowledged curiosity.

I open my mouth and let her insert her little finger between my lips, carefully closing 
them around the base and letting my tongue touch her fingertip.  While I certainly 
wouldn't rate it flavour of the month, it was in no way unpleasant, salty and sweet at the 
same time, with a faint earthy undertone.  Reassured, I curl my tongue all the way around 
her finger and suck on it like a baby until the flavour is lost in my saliva and she 
gigglingly pulls her finger away.

"It's not a bottle." she squeals. "Didja like it?"

"It's O.K. I guess." I admit, "But you can have it all if you like."

"Oh goody." she squeals, "I got it on you too.  Can I pretend I'm a kitty and lick it up?"

Since she was heading exactly in the direction I wanted her to go, and entirely of her own 
accord, I waste no time in saying, "Sure, why not."

"And then you can be a puppy dog and lick it off me too." she says excitedly.

Now this suggestion was along lines that had me and my mates publicly avowing that we'd 
never do anything so gross as licking a fanny.  Privately though my curiosity had been 
piqued at the time, and now it pushed me to say, "O.K., but you can go first because it 
was your idea."

"O.K." she chirps, and scrambles off my lap to kneel facing me. "Lie down." she orders.

"Oh wow!" she squeals excitedly, "Your dick's all little now.  Can I feel it?"

As soon as the words are out of her mouth I feel the stirring that indicates another 
stiffy is on the way.  Quickly, I say, "Yeah, but you better be quick it's gonna get big 
again real soon."

Eagerly, she crouches beside my hip and leans in close to my groin.  Her little hand 
reaches out and she gently pushes at my cock, making it flip up to point at my hip. "Hold 
it." I suggest breathlessly, "That way you can feel it grow."

"Yeah!" she squeals.

Her little fingers curl around my stiffening dick, and squeeze it gently.  I feel a surge 
of pleasure in my groin, and her grip becomes suddenly firmer, not from her own actions, 
but from the sudden thickening of the shaft she holds. At the same time an involuntarily 
groan escapes my lips.

She quickly loosens her grip, but to my great delight, she doesn't withdraw her hand. "Did 
I hurt you?" she asks worriedly.

"Oh no!" I quickly reassure her, "It felt great.  You can squeeze it tighter."

She does so, and my hips bounce off the floor as another groan escapes. "Move it up and 
down." I tell her.

Her little tongue emerges from the corner of her mouth as she concentrates on following my 
instructions, and my thoughts turn to speculating how it would feel for it to be licking 
me.  This, and the sensation of her fingers wrapped around my prick finish the job of 
getting me hard in record time, making her squeal with excitement.

The final hardening also causes the head of my dick to emerge fully from my foreskin, 
glistening with the remains of my spunk.  This causes her to squeal happily and say, "It's 
a jack-in-the-box."

Her movements are jerky at first, but still the feelings they generate rival those I'd had 
when I'd cum all over her face and body no more than ten minutes earlier.  Quickly though 
she gains confidence, and her short, jerky motions become smoother and longer, the side of 
her hand brushing my small tuft of pubes at the bottom of her stroke, and rising to draw 
my foreskin completely over the head at the top.

This amuses her greatly, and she chortles delightedly as she runs her hand up and down.  
Barely discernible through her giggles, are the words, "Now you see it.  Now you don't."

It seems like only seconds before I feel the same build up of pressure that I'd felt 
before, and I groan out, "It's gonna squirt again."

Immediately, she stops and takes her hand away, leaving me feeling a strange ache, half 
pleasurable, and half frustration. "No not yet." she squeals, "You're not allowed to.  You 
have to wait till I clean up all the rest first."

Frustration gives way to anticipation when I hear this, and I wonder just how far she will 
go.  Her next words answer this speculation. "Then I'll put it in my mouf so I can have it 
all."

'Holy shit!' my mind yammers, 'YES!  She's gonna suck my cock and it's all her own fucking 
idea.'

The pressure behind my cock goes up another notch, and then another as she leans over and 
licks up a smear of spunk from just above my left nipple.  Just like a kitten's her tongue 
flicks in and out of her mouth, as she systematically laps up the diagonal stripe of cum 
running across my chest to the bottom of my rib cage.  When she reaches the end of the 
trail, she pushes my legs apart and shuffles in between them, leaning over my throbbing 
cock.

Her fingers once again wrap around it and hold it so that the angry purple crown points at 
the ceiling.  Without hesitation, she closes the gap, and laps up the residue of my last 
cum from the tip, making me yelp with indescribable pleasure, and ratcheting the pressure 
inside me to a point where I feel like I'm about to explode.

Concerned she turns her face towards mine, asking, "Are you O.K.?"

"Uh-huh." I manage to nod, "It felt really good."

"Is it O.K. if I suck it?"

Just the thought is almost enough to tip me over the edge, but I want to feel it for real.  
Somehow I manage to hold the imminent eruption at bay and choke out, "Sure, but be careful 
of your teeth."

"I will." she agrees, and without further ado, she envelops my cock in the, hottest, 
wettest, most incredible mouth imaginable.

I don't know how I do it, but I manage to fight down the NEED behind my cock, my teeth 
gritted to hold back the howl of pleasure that fights to escape.  Through those same 
gritted teeth, I forces out the words, "Take your hand away, and make your mouth go up and 
down like you did with your hand."

She releases me long enough to say, "That's a good idea."

A moment later her lips descend again, travelling all the way to the base of my shaft as 
she takes her hand away and uses it to support herself on my hip.  She snorts a little as 
the tip of my cock brushes against the back of her mouth, but remains in place, her cheeks 
hollowing as she sucks on my cock like a calf.

Bolts of lightning rip through me, leaving me beyond coherent thought.  My hips jerk 
involuntarily, pushing her head away from me as I fall back to the floor. "Oh fuck 
Annie!" I groan, "That's great.  Suck it Annie."

My hands come up of their own accord, gripping the sides of her head and guiding her up 
and down. "Like that Annie." I mumble, "Do it like that."

With wet, slurping sounds she does as I ask, and on her own initiative goes even further, 
swirling her tongue around the tip of my cock near the top of her stroke.  The whole time, 
her cheeks remain hollowed, using main strength to pull herself away from me, and then 
allowing her suction to pull herself back down.

Blood rushes through my ears, driven by my pounding heart, liquid fire courses through me.  
My hands want to crush the tiny head they are holding, jamming it down into my lap.  I 
bite my lip drawing blood, achieving just enough respite to drag my hands down to my side.  
Babbling obscenities, I encourage her to go faster, my hips vibrating with the *NEED* to 
release the pressure building deep inside me.  My fingernails dig deeply into my palms as 
I fight back the *NEED* knowing instinctively that the longer I hold it back, the better 
the final release will be.

Through eyes filled with tears of pleasure, I watch as her copper crowned head bobs up and 
down, her lips locked so tightly around my shaft that it's almost dry.  Inside her mouth 
though, a pool of liquid fire fills her mouth, and every few moments she swallows the 
excess saliva, her convulsing tongue rasping against the underside of my cock, sending 
bolts of fire slamming up my spine to the base of my skull.

Finally I can hold back no longer and I gasp out, "Oh fuck Annie, here it comes.  Suck it 
Annie.  Suck my spunk Annie.  Suck my cock."

Galvanised by my words, she sucks harder still, the insides of her cheeks actually 
touching the sides of my cock.  Her riot of coppery curls flies in all directions, as she 
goes faster still, her lip lock failing and releasing a flood of saliva onto my pubes and 
tightening balls.  Her eyes plead with me to let it go, to fill her tiny mouth with my 
spunk.

Electricity shoots up the length of my spine and it feels like someone has poured molten 
metal through my cock.  My entire world narrows down to the ruby lips wrapped around my 
rock hard prick, and the soft flesh inside caressing the bloated head of my cock.  Liquid 
fire forces itself through me again and again, an agony of pleasure.

Vaguely I'm aware of Annie gurgling, but it's beyond me to care at this moment.  Her 
bottom teeth scrape me lightly, as she gulps down her first mouthful, but this only drives 
me higher still.  My hands come up again to grip her head, and she clutches my hips, as if 
fearful that I might force her away before I'm done.

An eternity later, my internal convulsions subside, and the sensation of her mouth becomes 
too intense for me to endure.  Gasping, I tell her, "Stop Annie.  Stop, it's starting to 
hurt."

With one last cheek hollowing slurp she pulls away, and my already shrinking cock falls 
from her lips to slap wetly on my hip.  Sitting up, she looks down at me with a shit 
eating grin, strands of spunk festooning her teeth and lips. "That was yummy!" she tells 
me happily.  Still grinning, she pushes her spunk coated tongue out, and licks at her lips 
and teeth.

"That's good." I croak.

"You sure made some funny noises and you said heaps of bad words." she giggles, her tongue 
making another ineffectual swipe at her teeth.

"That's because you made me feel so good." I praise her. "It's the best I've ever felt."

"Oh goody." She squeals, "That means you'll let me do it again."

"You bet." I grin, "But not just yet.  I need some time to catch my breath."

"That's O.K." she says, "You can lick the spunk off me first, and then can I have some 
more?"

"We'll see." I say, not making any promises, "I think I made a lot of spunk that time, and 
it might take me a while to make some more."

"Oh.  O.K." she says looking a little disappointed.

"Anyway," I say brightly, wanting to cheer her up, and keep her happy, "it's my turn now.  
I'm gonna be a puppy dog and lick your face."

"Ooh yuck." she squeals, holding her hands up in a warding gesture.  However, she giggles 
so madly, that I know her expression of disgust is for form's sake only.

Yipping, I bounce up onto my hands and knees and like and over eager puppy, I bowl her 
over onto her back.  Darting in between her wildly waving hands, I plant a broad, flat, 
and very wet lick up the side of her face.  Squealing with laughter, she pushes at me 
weakly, and turns her head aside, presenting the other cheek for the same treatment.

Between licks, I let out flurries of high pitched barks, which are occasionally marred by 
my voice cracking, but this only makes her laugh all the more.  The whole game becomes so 
much fun that I temporarily forget the sexual angle, and it's only when I playfully grab 
her earlobe between my teeth and gently tug it, that I'm reminded.

"OH WOW!" She squeals, making me let go and sit back in a hurry.

"Sorry Annie." I apologise, "I got a bit carried away, did I hurt you."

"Uh-uh." she shakes her head emphatically, "It felt funny.  It made me go all shivery all 
over."

"That's good." I say, and grin. "Oh goody," I cry, "I can see some spunk on your boob."

"That tickles funny." she squeals, when I dart in to rasp my tongue over the tiny pink dot 
on her chest.  If it hadn't been for the little hands tangled in the hair on the back of 
my head, I would have stopped, but it's very obvious that tickle or not, she likes it.

Beneath my tongue, the little pink dot hardens and in the middle a tiny bump pops up.  
Pursing my lips I try to suck on it, and I'm rewarded by a squeal of delight and a 
tightening of the fingers curled in my hair.

"Do it again." she squeaks, "Feels nice."

I open my mouth wider while still sucking, and flick at the raised bump with the tip of my 
tongue.  "Wowee!" she squeals, and physically drags my head across her chest, "DO THE 
OTHER ONE!"

Accompanied by squeaks, squeals, and giggles, I switch back and forth between her non-
existent boobs, licking and sucking while making little puppy dog growls in the back of my 
throat.  "Good doggie." she giggles patting my head, "Lick my boobs like a good doggie."

I'm content to let her guide me back and forth between her nipples for a few seconds, but 
'good doggie' has other goals in mind.  Fortunately, at my age, I'm unaware of the common 
belief that little kids can't become sexually aroused, and my evil twelve year old mind, 
now that the edge of my horniness has been worn off, is looking to the future.

If I can give her even half the pleasure that she's already given me, I figure that I'll 
own her, pretty much body and soul.  Expressions of horror and disgust from other kids my 
own age notwithstanding, I reckon that licking fanny can't be all that bad or there 
wouldn't be so many dirty jokes about it.

Whimpering, I tug against her fingers, trying to follow the drying trail of spunk down her 
chest. "Oh poor doggie." she giggles, "I'm stopping you from eating up the yummy spunk."

Actually, it's not all that yummy any more, tasting a little sour, but it's still not that 
bad either.  So when she relaxes her grip, I feign eagerness in chasing the spunk trail 
down her body.  When I reach her tummy, she erupts into peals of giggles which become 
shrieks of laughter when I reach her belly button and dig into it with my tongue.

"Oh wow!" she gasps, as I continue lower still, "Are you going to lick me there too puppy?  
That's yucky."

Lifting my head, I look up at her and bark sharply, and pant loudly and eagerly with my 
tongue hanging out like a dog's.  Then lowing my head to her crotch I sniff around, partly 
to remain in character, and partly to determine if I really wanted to do this.

The odour that greeted me was a mixture of talc, fresh sweat, and something like the smell 
that hung around the older girls' lockers at school in summer.  That made me pause for a 
moment, since the smell at school was sometimes a real pong, strong enough to make us boys 
gag and make nasty remarks.  But the smell that wafted up from Annie's little crack was 
somehow different to that stink, and it sent a signal to my brain, which was immediately 
passed on to my dick.

Satisfied that there's no smell of piss, and urged on by my rapidly rehardening dick, I 
push my nose right into her crack and sniff deeply.  I'd almost swear to hearing a 
"Twang" as my cock surges to full hardness, and something in the deepest recesses of my 
brain screams out, "MORE!"

There's no need to steel myself for the next stage now.  Shit, it would take a tow truck 
to tear me loose from between Annie's skinny thighs.  My first lick over her plump, 
hairless mound is greeted with delight. "WOWEE!" she squeals, "DO IT AGAIN!  Do it lots!"

My mind processes the flavour, but the first lap gets me little more that the taste of my 
own spunk, salt, sweet, and sour all at once, but there is a little tickle which speaks to 
that deep, unthinking part of my brain which drives me forward.

At the same time the position is more than a little awkward for me, being so close to the 
ground, so I sit back on my heels, wincing slightly as her fingers tear a few hairs from 
my head.  I look around the room, searching for something to lift her fanny up to my 
level.  There, the couch cushion should do.  I grab one and pull it to the floor, pushing 
it under Annie's bum, when she arches her back to accommodate me.

However, instead of diving straight back in, I decide to take the opportunity to take a 
closer look.  I grasp her stick thin legs just below the knees, and push them out until 
she looks like a frog pinned out for dissection, her thighs forming a horizontal line with 
her fanny in the middle.  With my thumbs, I gently prise the fat, little lips apart, and 
for the first time in my life, I see in perfect detail the mysteries of a girl's sex.

At the top, in the middle is the little fold of skin which she'd said felt too good when I 
touched it, her nut.  Coming down, the fold split in two, forming two little flaps of skin 
which went down to the pink dimple at the bottom.  They would have been all but invisible 
except for the marked difference in colour on either side of each one.  Outside, the skin 
was almost exactly the same colour as the skin on the rest of her body, maybe flushed a 
little pinker, but basically the same.  Inside, the skin was somehow smoother and shinier, 
and a much brighter pink too, almost the same colour as the inside of her mouth.

Just below her nut at the top, between the two little flaps, there was a little bump with 
a tiny dimple right in the middle.  Curious, I twisted my hands around until I could get 
my fingers on either side of it, while still holding the rest open with my thumbs.  After 
little gentle fumbling, accompanied by, squeaks, giggles, and little gasps, which must be 
of pleasure since, she doesn't voice any objections, I succeed in prising the dimple open, 
revealing a tiny slit that seems to go deeper into her body.  Suddenly, it dawns on me 
that this must be her pee hole, and that girl's don't piss from their cunt hole like we'd 
thought.

"That tickles." she giggles, "And it makes me sorta feel like I wanna do wees."

"Do you need to?" I ask, half anxious, in case she decides to do it in my mouth.  While 
I'm perfectly willing to lick her little cunt to make her more willing to continue our 
games, I draw the line at drinking piss, to achieve that end.

"Uh-uh." she shakes her head, "It's different."

"Well make sure you tell me if you need to." I caution her, "I don't want a drink by 
mistake."

"I won't." she giggles. "Or is it 'I will'."

"Just don't do it." I laugh.

Continuing my explorations, I move on to the bigger dimple at the bottom, realising that 
this must be where the *hole* is.  Sure enough, it only takes a gentle pressure to open it 
up, revealing a hole about two thirds the diameter of my little finger.  Little beads of 
moisture around the rim of this hole make me briefly wonder, if I was right about the 
other, tiny hole being where she peed from, but by dipping my head and sniffing, I'm able 
to determine two things.  Firstly, I still can't detect any urine odour, and secondly, 
what I can smell is a stronger whiff of that which had screamed 'FEMALE' in the deeper 
recesses of my mind.  My twitching cock also told me that this was something which I 
wanted a whole lot more of.

Curiosity and the bragging of a couple of boys outside my own circle center made me test 
this hole with a fingertip, but it didn't feel like it would yield, and I didn't want to 
hurt her by trying to force it.

Now was the moment of truth, shuffling back a little to get a better angle, I dip my head 
and push the tip of my tongue into the little valley held open by my thumbs.  I suppose 
I'm still a little cowardly, because I touch down just above the hole at the bottom, and 
do so very tentatively.  However, I taste nothing nasty, and press in a little more 
firmly, though still above the hole, and drag my tongue through the little pink furrow to 
the bump at the top.

Annie lets out a shriek that could shatter glass, and I'm worried that I've hurt her for 
the brief instant it takes for her to buck and grab the back of my head in a death grip. 
"A-GAIN!" she squeals, "Lick me again!"

Since it seems that the only way I'm going to get my head back it to comply, I push my 
tongue out, and into the groove between her fanny lips, not that I'm likely to back off 
anyway.  Her bucking, had briefly pushed her hole over the tip of my tongue, and what I 
tasted, was delicious beyond belief.  It wasn't a strong taste, in fact, I could barely 
taste it at all, but it made a direct connection between my tongue and my cock.  All in an 
instant I was addicted to fanny.  She could piss in my mouth and I wouldn't care, I wasn't 
leaving until she pushes me a way, or I wore my tongue off.

Pinning her down with my hands, I dive in and go at it hard, my stiffened tongue pressed 
deep into the succulent groove between her legs.  Up and down the length of her furrow, I 
lick.  Fortunately for my ears, she's more prepared for my tongue against her nut, and 
emits a little gasp, rather that the paint peeling squeal that had greeted first contact.

"More!  More!  More!  Lick it more!" she squeaks, squirming beneath my hands, until I'm 
afraid I'll leave bruises.

Happy to comply, I open my mouth until it covers almost her entire fanny mound, and suck 
hard while I dig around with my tongue. "AH fruit tingles" she swears in her cute little 
six year old idiom. "Lick my crack Krissy.  It feels sooo goood."

The way her fanny is laid out frustrates me a little, since the part which gets the 
greatest response from her, is furthest from where I want to stick my tongue, but I 
quickly work out a rhythm which gives us both what we want.  Down to the bottom where I 
drill the stiffened tip of my tongue into her hole, seeking out the sweet nectar of her 
little honeypot, then up to flick back and forth a couple of times over the growing bulge 
at the top.

A miss going for her nut shows me another sensitive point.  A jerk of her hips at the 
wrong moment causes my tongue to dig at her little piss hole, eliciting a squeal almost as 
shrill as the one which had greeted my tongue on her nut.  I'm briefly disgusted, by the 
inadvertent contact, but quickly recover with a mental shrug, and add it to my tongue's 
itinerary.

Now I begin by pushing as deep into her cunt hole as I can. I dig for every skerrick of 
continually renewing fanny nectar, then drag up through her slit to her piss hole where I 
pause with a little digging wriggle of my tongue tip, and finally a flick of the tip of my 
tongue over her nut.

After a couple of rounds like this, I notice a change in the textures beneath my tongue,  
Everything is much slipperier from my saliva, but beyond that, the little flaps of skin 
seem much more prominent, and everything seems firmer too.  At the top, the little fold 
seems more like a stalk now, and best of all the hole at the bottom feels bigger and more 
open, each time I push into it with my tongue, I get the impression that I'm delving a 
little deeper.

Disentangling her fingers from my hair, I draw back to take a look.  The most obvious 
difference is that the entire raised area between her legs is flushed bright pink, like 
her fanny was blushing.  The fat lips look fuller too.  When I prise them apart, they're 
definitely firmer, deforming less beneath the tips of my thumbs.  The flaps inside are 
much darker now, and instead of being almost invisibly thin, they're swollen up into 
clearly visible ridges.

At the top, her nut really is a nut now, a tiny dark pink knob peeks out from the fold of 
skin.  Below, between the inner flaps, the pink valley is now closer to purple than pink.  
At the upper end of the valley, her piss bump seems fuller too, and the little slit at the 
top gapes open.

The memory of how her hole seemed more open around my tongue prompts me to test it with my 
little finger.  Her baby cunt hole truly is bigger, and it almost seems to suck my finger 
into it, accepting me all the way to the first knuckle before I meet an obstruction.

"What's THAT?" she shrieks, her hips bouncing against my other hand, which fortunately for 
her is both holding her crack open, and also pinning her hips to the cushion.  At this 
stage in life, I'm almost completely ignorant of hymens and except in the context of dirty 
jokes, virginity.

Thanks to my hand though, what could have been a rather painful experience for her, is 
nothing more than a slight pinch.  Still, she squeaks out a soft, "Ouch!" and subsides 
into motionlessness.

"What are you doing?" she asks, "That hurt."

"Sorry." I apologise, "I was seeing if I could put my finger in your hole."

"What hole?"

"The hole where the boy puts his dick and squirts his spunk to make babies when you're 
bigger." I reply.

"Can I see?" she asks, feeling around with her hand where my finger is still knuckle deep 
in her hole.

Cautiously, I take my finger out, and she replaces it with her own. "Oh wow, I didn't know 
*that* was there!" she squeaks.

Experimentally, she pushes her finger in and out a few times, wincing slightly when she 
goes a little too deep. "Oh wow!" she cries, "That feels really nice.  You do it some 
more, cause your finger's bigger, but don't go too far, it hurts then."

She takes her finger out and looks at it as if she's never seen it before, and cautiously 
sniffs it. "It doesn't smell like pee." she says. "What's it taste like?"

"Try it and see." I say, raising my own finger to my mouth and sucking the sweet nectar 
from it. "I like it."

Wrinkling her nose, she tries it for herself and smiles, "It's almost as yummy as your 
spunk." she says.

"I'd say it was yummier," I grin back, "but that's the way it's supposed to be, boys taste 
good to girls and girls taste good to boys."

"Uh-huh." she nods, "Now you do it."

"O.K.," I say, cautioning her, "but hold still, I don't want to hurt you."

Just to be sure, I keep her pinned with my hand as I insinuate my finger back into her 
hole. "Make it go in and out now." she tells me, once I'm up against the barrier inside.

I push my finger in and out of her slippery little hole a few times, marvelling that in 
the space of less than an hour, I'd gone from complete sexual ignorance, to feeling up a 
girl through her knickers, and then inside them.  I'd gotten sucked off, and had licked a 
cunt, and now I was fingering it too.  Only one thing remained and I was determined that 
I'd accomplish it too, some time in the not too distant future.

Towards that end, I tried pushing replacing my finger with the next one, and when that was 
successful I tried my middle finger, the finger with which I guy was supposed to finger 
fuck a girl.  Her now loose little fanny accepted it without a hitch, her only response 
being a low sigh of pleasure.  In and out I pump my finger, entering the clinging little 
tube to just below the first knuckle.  The sight of her little fanny swallowing my finger 
like that enthrals me, as I realise that from here to the ultimate goal amounts to nothing 
more than stretching the hole by the same amount that it had already opened.  It might 
even be stretched enough already, since my dick had some give in it, unlike the bones in 
my finger.

However, before I can ask if I can try to put my dick where my finger is, she interrupts 
my reverie, saying, "Can you lick it some more please?  I like that better."

I wanted to sat "no", and put forward my own suggestion, but I realise that I'm better off 
giving into her demands before making any of my own.  Besides, my tongue still tingled 
with the memory of her taste, and I wanted more of that before I spoiled it with my spunk 
anyway.

Dipping my head, I lick all around my finger where it penetrates her and then up through 
her crack to her nut at the top. "YES!" she squeals, "More!"

I lick her a couple more times, but it's awkward with my finger in the way, and I'm scared 
that she might hurt herself too.  So I take my finger away and replace it with my tongue.  
Immediately it's flooded with her sweet nectar, fluids dammed inside her by my finger 
spilling out onto my eagerly lapping tongue.  Moaning almost as loudly as she is, I suck 
it up, rolling it around inside my mouth like a fine wine, but there's no way this wine is 
ending up in a bucket.  I'll drink her down, drain her dry, every drop of delicious 
moisture that passes my lips will remain there, swallowed only to make room for more.

Annie's breath comes in short sharp pants, while her heels skid on the polished boards, 
striving to push her little pelvis upwards, forcing the rubbery lips of her fanny against 
my lips as I delve between them for her pleasure and mine.  Within moments, her 
exhalations become breathy little gasps, finishing with faint squeaks.

Once again her fingers entwine themselves in my hair, holding my head in place, while she 
scrubs her swollen little fanny over my lips and tongue.  Finally, I'm forced to steady 
her hips with my own hands, her motions are that violent.  My nose hurts from a too swift 
meeting with the hard bone beneath the top of her mound.

With her almost stilled, I can dig once more for fanny gold, forcing my tongue deeper into 
her tight little hole further than I've ever delved before.  Far enough that the tip 
brushes the barrier which had frustrated my fingers moments earlier.  Rapidly, I plunge 
the tip of my tongue in and out of her little fanny, fucking her with it, as I draw the 
delicious secretions into my mouth to be savoured and swallowed.

"At the top too." she reminds me breathily, her hands tugging at my hair, when I show no 
sign of abandoning her little well of delight.

Somewhat reluctantly, I let her pull me the few centimetres upwards to her swollen little 
nut, and hammer it with the tip of my tongue, flicking it back and forth over the fat 
little bulb, then remembering her nipples, I press my lips in around it and suck hard.

Again her shriek threatens the windows and the paint coating the walls, and her hips 
convulse upwards, my weight no match for the sudden hysterical strength she's imbued with.  
Her fingers clutch me tighter still, and pull me even harder against herself, pushing my 
nose sideways and mashing it flat. "AGAIN!" she squeals, "Suck it HARD!"

I suck, and she squeals again, a little less shrilly than before, but her clenching 
fingers make up for it, tearing a half dozen or so hairs from my head.  Still even that 
sharp pain doesn't really penetrate, except in a strangely detached manner, for the moment 
my entire world is between stick like legs of my six year old lover.

"Now lick.!" she cries, her hands forcing my tongue back down to the weeping hole, which 
is filled with such delicious nectar.

Once again I fuck her tight little hole with my tongue, reaming her out good, pushing the 
tip so far inside that I can push it against the rubbery barrier blocking further entry.  
Back and forth between nut, and hole, I follow her hands, doing my best to return the 
pleasures that she'd given me with her mouth.

"Oh, oh.  Something's happening." she squeaks, "Oh Kris!  More!  OH!  OH!  OH!  
Something's happenING!" she finishes with a rising shriek, her heels dig into the floor as 
her legs snap shut on the sides of my head.  Her little bum lifts completely clear of the 
cushion, forcing her fanny up into my face.  More hairs part company with my head, but I 
barely notice it, as a flood of stronger tasting juices flows over my tongue.

Fighting her hands, and opening my mouth I seal it over her fanny, and lap up and down the 
full length of her groove, tasting her juices at the bottom.  I excite more squeaks of 
delight from her lips, when I reach the top and try to force her nut back inside its hood 
with the tip of my tongue.  Before my eyes, her little belly ripples with muscular 
contractions, and her little hole refuses to let more than the very tip of my tongue 
inside, the walls nibbling on the tiny portion it does accept.  The flush which surrounded 
her fanny has now spread as high as her belly button and a matching flush has descended 
from her face to surround her nipples.

Finally, her legs relax their grip on my head falling bonelessly to the sides as she now 
tugs weakly on my hair, not to increase the pressure, but to draw me away. "Stop!" she 
cries weakly, "That's enough."

I resist her long enough to make one final pass through her slit, gathering up the last of 
her girlish equivalent to spunk, then let her almost strengthless fingers pull me away.

Now it's my turn to sit back on my heels with a shit eating grin, looking down on her body 
as the rosy flush surrounding her fanny and nipples slowly subsides, and her ragged 
breathing returns to normal. "How was that?" I ask when something resembling intelligence 
returns to her glassy eyes.

"It was awesome." she breathes after a couple of croaking attempts to speak. "Is that what 
it feels like when you squirt spunk?" she asks, "Did I squirt some too?"

"Not exactly." I reply, "Only boys make spunk, but you were pretty yummy anyway.  And I 
guess it feels like I did too."

She struggles to sit up, so I offer her a hand which she uses to pull herself upright. 
then curling herself into a ball she tries to inspect her still swollen fanny.  "It looks 
real sore." she comments, half to herself, "But it feels *good*."

"I suppose it's like my dick." I say to her, "When it feels good, it swells up and goes 
red too."

"I suppose." she agrees as she peels herself open to look inside. "Hey that bit looks sort 
of like your dick." She pokes her nut and gasps. "That's the bit that feels sooo good, 
isn't it."

"Yeah." I reply.

She looks up and immediately focuses on my stiff prick standing proudly in its dark nest 
of pubes. "Oh goody, it's stiff again." she cries. "Can I suck some more spunk out of it?"

"Later." I tell her, "There's something else I want to try first."

"What's that?" she asks curiously.

"I want to see if it will fit inside your hole." I reply, "Can I try?"

"I fought you said I had to be bigger first." she says.

"I thought so too," I say, "but my biggest finger goes in real easy, and I can put my 
tongue all the way in too.  I just want to try it, I'll stop if it hurts."

"O.K." she agrees, "But, I get to suck your dick and drink your spunk after.  O.K.?"

"You bet!" I say with unconcealed glee.

She lies back on the floor, and immediately sits up to pull the other two cushions from 
the couch and fit them behind her so that she can watch as I try to put my dick in her 
fanny.  I lean over her reclining form, trying to find an angle where I can fit my dick up 
against her, but with the two cushions behind her, her fanny is at the wrong angle for me 
to penetrate, and after a couple of fruitless attempts, I sit back frustrated.

Annie too, looks almost as frustrated, as my fumbling attempts to fit my cock against her 
hole, have begun to excite her again.  "What do we do?" she asks me as she looks around 
the room for an answer.

I too look, and after a few seconds I spot the armchairs. "What if we put a couple of 
cushions on the floor there," I point. "and you get on the chair with some more behind 
you, so you can see too."

"O.K." she agrees, and scrambles to her feet taking two of the cushions with her.  I 
gather up the cushion she'd been sitting on, and the one from the second chair and bring 
it over to where she's standing stuffing her own cushions into place.  I drop them on the 
floor at her feet and wait while she scrambles into place, her bum right at the front edge 
of the cushion.

She lifts her legs up and throws her calves over the arms of the chair.  She peels her 
fanny open, looking down as I kneel before her.  My cock is at exactly the right height.  
It droops a little sadly, but one quick swipe up the length of her slit is enough to bring 
it back to full hardness.

However, when I push it against her hole I almost decide to stop.  The end of my dick when 
it's flattened against her fanny, almost touches her nut at the same time.  However, Annie 
looks down at the incipient junction between our bodies intently, wriggling her hips as 
much as her rather contorted position allows. "Rub it up and down." she tells me. "Make it 
go on my tingly bit."
With only the experience of the two cums earlier in the day to go by, I'm a little worried 
that too much stimulation will make me squirt again before I can try out her tight little 
hole.  However, she looks up at me so pleadingly that I decide to give it a go anyway.

"Mmm, that's nice." she says softly as I drag the tip of my cock through her spread open 
slit.  As I pass over her nut, I push a little with my hips, feeing the hard little kernel 
with the sensitive skin of my own nut.  Back and forth, top to bottom, I slide the tip of 
my cock, each pass getting slipperier and easier, as I smear the mixture of her fanny 
juices and my saliva through her slit and over the ruby tip of my cock.

After nearly a minute of this, her breathing is again speeding up, and she's making tiny 
squeaks of pleasure.  When I push inwards over her hole, I feel it opening slightly, the 
harder core of my stiff member, making its way just inside, though the majority of my nut 
still remains on the outside.  Annie adds her own motions to mine, rocking her little hips 
from side to side.

And it's Annie's attempts to add to the sensations which lead to her downfall.  Literally 
so.  Her little bum still slick with sweat from her earlier climax slips on the plastic 
cushion beneath her, at the very moment that I press into her little hole.  This time, I'd 
felt a slight easing of the tension at its entrance, and I was watching entranced as 
nearly three quarters of my nut disappeared from view.

When she slips, her entire body shoots towards me, catching me totally by surprise.  The 
sudden and unexpected shove, knocks me over backwards, and I find myself looking up into 
Annie's bugged out eyes.  Her mouth hangs open with surprise.  Surrounding my cock, I feel 
a hot, moist and very snug sleeve of soft flesh.  It's like her mouth when she was sucking 
me off, but instead of just the ring of her lips holding me, the entire length of my shaft 
was being squeezed even more tightly.

Stunned I look down the length of my body to where she sits astride my hips, impaled to 
the hilt on my rock hard cock.  Every last millimetre of my dick is inside her tiny six 
year old body, the barrier which had blocked my fingers and hers, no match for the weight 
of her body falling on my steely spear.

A gasp from her is the first indication that she might be hurt, and I look up to see the 
bug-eyed look of surprise has been replaced with a painful wince.  However, she puts a 
brave face on it, and with tears in her eyes, she essays a half-hearted giggle and 
complains, "Ouch, that stings."

"I'm not surprised." I say, "Do you know, you've got my whole dick inside you?"

"I have?" she squeals, contorting her body trying to look, and sending delightful tingles 
up my spine as her movement causes her tight fanny to slide off my cock slightly. "Yow!" 
she yelps softly, but it sounds almost distracted as she stares at the point where our 
bodies are joined. "How did it all get in there?" she asks wonderingly, and holds up her 
fingers about two centimetres apart, "You could only get this much before."

"I don't really know." I reply almost as confused as she is, "I once heard a big kid say 
something about busting a girl's vaginity, so maybe that's what it was.  Maybe it's there 
to keep poop out when you're a baby or something."

"Oh." she nods, accepting my somewhat confused explanation.

"Does it hurt much?" I ask her.

"A little bit," she replies, "but Mummy hurts much more when she spanks me.  It just 
stings a little bit now."

"Maybe you should get off." I say, responsibility winning out over my horniness, now that 
it's too late.

"Do I have to?" she asks, "It feels good too.  Sorta stretchy, and it hardly hurts at all 
now."

"No, you can stay there if you want." I tell her as horniness gives responsibility a 
raspberry. "Try moving up and down a little bit."

"Like with my mouth?" she asks.

"Just like that." I say, "But just a tiny bit first in case it hurts too much."

With a look of intense concentration on her face, she puts her hand on my chest and leans 
forwards, pulling herself maybe a centimetre off my cock.  Again little bolts of pleasure 
shoot outwards from my buried cock.  For Annie, the experience is a little less enjoyable, 
but even for her pleasure exceeds the residual pain she is feeling.  "Ow-wow!" she 
squeals. "It still stings a bit, but it feels good too." she informs me. "How do you 
feel?"

"It feels great." I tell her, "But don't hurt yourself for me.  We can stop and try it 
again some other time."

"No, it's all right!" she cries, and lifts herself a good five centimetres before dropping 
back. with a smile. "See?"

What I see is a girl impaled on my cock, and rampant horniness gives the last vestiges of 
responsibility the boot. "I'm doing it." I say to myself wonderingly, "I'm really fucking 
a girl."

"Oooh!" Annie gasps with a sharp intake of breath, "That's a real bad word.  I said I once 
and Mummy made me eat a piece of soap this big."

"Well she's not here right now." I say with a grin, 'So she'll never know if you don't 
tell her."

"Yeah!" she giggles, "Can I say it too?"

"Yep. you can say anything you like."

Giggling madly, she whispers, "I'm fucking you Kris.  Your dick's in my hole and I'm 
fucking it.  Now you say something."

"I'm rooting your little fanny Annie." I say, "I've got my cock all the way up your little 
baldie cunt and I'm fucking you."

As I speak, Annie begins to lift up and down on my cock, slowly at first, but soon she is 
bouncing up and down with abandon.  The sensation of the snug, and burning hot sheath 
sliding up and down the length of my cock, is incredible, jolts of fire sear pathways from 
my crotch to my brain.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck." Annie chants in time with her bouncing. "Fuck me.  Root me.  
Fuck my bald fanny with your big fat dick Krissy.  I wanna fuck you forever.  It feels 
real good with your fat dick in my cunt Kris."

"Oh FUCK Annie!" I cry, "Your fanny's so fucking tight, it's squeezing my cock so good.  I 
wanna fuck you forever too Annie.  I love you Annie,  Fuck me Annie.  Fuck me until I 
squirt your little cunt full of creamy spunk Annie."

"Oooh Yeah!" she cries, bouncing even faster. "Squirt the baby stuff in me Krissy.  Put a 
baby in my tummy.  I wanna baby to play with.  I want two babies.  I wanna boy and a girl 
baby so they can fuck too.  I can fuck the boy, and you can fuck the girl, and they can 
fuck each other too.  Fuck me Krissy.  Fuck me a baby.  Put a fucking baby in my fucking 
baldie cunt hole."

Fuck Annie." I yell, "You're so fucking dirty.  I gotta fuck you properly."

"Yeah fuck me!" she yells as I struggle to roll her over onto her back beneath me without 
pulling out.  "No don't stop." she continues as my efforts fail and my prick slips out of 
her clinging little fanny,

I manhandle her skinny body onto the cushions I'd been kneeling on, putting her on her 
back with her head and shoulders twenty centimetres lower than her hips and bald little 
cunt.  Holding my stiff prick in one hand, I support myself over her skinny little body, 
and press the fat nut up against her little hole.  She's still stretched open, and I have 
no trouble sliding my stiff dick back into the sung, moist, depths of her hot little cunt.

"FUCK ME KRISSY!" she squeals happily as I bottom out in her tight, six year old sheath, 
"Fuck my bald cunt Krissy and put a baby in my tummy."

"Little cunt." I grunt, as I fuck my stiff prick into her tiny fanny, "Fucking little 
spunk sucking cunt."

I look down between our sweat slick bodies to where my twelve year old prick enters her 
six year old crack.  Except there almost is no crack, just a hole forced open by my thick 
shaft surrounded by a pair of almost nonexistent ridges.  Even her nut is missing half the 
time, dragged inside along with the inner lips to ride along the top of my shaft.

When I pull back, it's like half her guts want to come too.  First her little nut appears, 
swollen and shaded an angry looking red.  Then her inner lips, shiny and pink, stretched 
round my prick shaft like a rubber band.  As I continue backwards, they pucker out 
further, forming a shallow, fat cone, with my dick rising from the center like an obscene, 
volcanic core.

"Do it faster Krissy!" she squeals, reaching up and wrapping her arms around me and 
digging her fingers into my shoulder.  Luckily her nails are cut short or she'd be tearing 
my back to ribbons.  Her little heels come up and beat a tattoo on the backs of my legs. 
"Fuck, fuck, fuck.  Fuck my little cunt Krissy."

She is so fucking tight around my dick, that it takes a monumental effort to go even a 
fraction faster.  Sweat drips from my nose and chin, forming a shimmering pool on the 
floor above her bouncing head.

"Oh fuck cunt!" I cry, "It's happening.  It's cumming.  I'm gonna squirt."

"Do it!" she squeals, tightening her arms and legs about me, "Squirt a baby in me.  Squirt 
two babies.  Squirt a million babies."

"OH FUCK!" I shriek, as boiling lead, sears a pathway from my balls to the deeply buried 
tip of my cock.  My vision darkens at the edges as the blood sings in my ears.  Deep 
inside me something convulses, sending the first thick creamy jet of spunk deep into the 
hot, clinging recesses of her little fuck hole.

"I can feel it." she squeals excitedly. "I can  feel it squirting.  Oh, It's happening 
again.  Oh, oh, oh.  AiieeeeeEEEEEEEE!"

Her already tight cunt sheath, suddenly becomes tighter still, clenching around my stiff 
dick like the hand of a drowning man clutching a rope.  It ripples along the length of my 
prick from base to tip, as if trying to pull me even deeper into her body.  Her little 
cunt practically sucks the spunk from my cock as another searing pulse sets my dick on 
fire.

Beneath me, her tiny body flops around like a fish dying on my sex spear.  Her squeals and 
my deeper, but cracked, grunts fill the air.  The almost painful tightness of her cunt 
holds me deep inside her body, stopping me from making anything but tiny jerking motions 
as I pump wad after wad of spunk deep inside her fanny.

My cock and balls begin to ache as I run out of spunk, but the continual milking of her 
contracting cunt sheath keeps me going long after there is nothing left to squirts.  Again 
and again, my insides tie themselves into a tight knot, as her little cunt seems to be 
trying to pull my entire body inside.

Finally, her tense little body sags, and like a puppet with its strings cut, I collapse on 
top of her, only my elbows beneath me, preventing me from crushing her completely.  For 
most of a minute, we lie there, still locked together as we struggle to suck air into our 
oxygen starved lungs.

Eventually, my weight becomes too much for her skinny hipped body to bear, and making 
muffled protests, Annie, pushes weakly at my shoulders.  Groaning with the effort I manage 
to straighten one arm beneath me, and to roll from her tiny frame.  The back of my head 
thumps down on the uncushioned boards, momentarily bringing stars to my eyes.  And for 
several more minutes we lie there, our legs still entangled, as we pantingly recover from 
our exertions.

Annie is the first to recover. "Wow!" she squeals happily, "That was fun.  Can we do it 
again?"

"Oh shit Annie!" I groan, "I can't.  It feels like I've rubbed half the skin off my dick.  
Aren't you sore too?"

She raises herself to a sitting position atop the pile of cushions, and turns herself into 
a pretzel looking at her fanny. "I guess." she admits, "It's starting to sting a bit.  
Wow!  It sure is red too."

I struggle to get myself up onto one elbow to look for myself.  Her once tiny little fanny 
now gapes like an open wound, the previously white skin now a bruised looking dark pink.  
The tiny hole at the bottom is no more, replaced by a dark two centimetre wide tunnel 
leaking a pinkish froth.

"Oh fuck!" I groan falling back, another star shell exploding in my head as it crashes to 
the floor.

"What's wrong?" she asks.

"Your mother." I groan. "If she sees that I'm dead."

"Oh!" she mumbles, "Will we get in lots of trouble?"

"Oh God!" I cry, hiding my face in my hands as if to shut out the evidence of my lust 
crazed assault.

"We'll just have to make something up then." she says with practicality beyond her years, 
"I'll tell her I spilled coke or something, so you had to give me a bath, and she won't 
have too.  Maybe it'll be better by tomorrow."

I peer through my fingers at the raw looking flesh between her legs and groan again.  No 
way will what I've done heal overnight.  It doesn't even look like it will be better 
before the weekend five days away.  I might be able to get away with it once, but there's 
no excuse on Earth that will let me justify giving her her bath every night through to 
Friday, even if that was long enough for the damage I'd inflicted to heal.

However, when the alternative is confession, I'm willing to clutch at straws.  Maybe it 
will heal overnight, or maybe Mrs Brownlow just won't look.  She's real weird about things 
like that.  Annie's bathers even have a skirt on them.

"Yum!" Annie's expression of delight makes me look up, to see her sucking on her finger.  
As I watch she puts it down between her legs and scoops up another fingerful of pinkish 
scum.

'Is the hole a fraction smaller than it'd been a minute earlier?' I ask myself hopefully, 
'And the colour a fraction less angry?'

She holds the finger out towards me, asking, "Wanna taste?  Your spunk tastes really good 
mixed with mine."

Somewhat desultorily I open my mouth and let her put her finger in it.  I don't know it at 
the time, but taking that taste would stand me in good stead with the girls over the years 
that followed.  At not yet twelve years of age my preconceptions had not yet hardened to 
the point where a spunk filled fanny turned my stomach, and thanks to Annie's innocent 
offer, never would.

She's right, the mix of boy and girl juices is delicious: Sweet and sour, with an earthy 
spiciness, and a faint coppery tang which at first I don't recognise, then suddenly 
realise is blood.  Oh shit!  The faint feeling of relief that I'd been experiencing is 
suddenly gone, replaced by a sudden anxiety, that I'd done real internal damage, even if 
she didn't appear to be in any such distress.

"Annie," I say gently, trying not to alarm her, "lie back again will you?  I want to take 
a better look."

"O.K." she agrees easily, draping herself back over the cushions and propping herself up 
on her elbows to watch me.

I hunker down between her widespread legs and gently peel her fanny lips apart.  They 
really are loosing that angry colour, and the hole inside is definitely smaller.  I start 
to feel that I might get away with it, and then another pink tinged bubble of spunk oozes 
out and I go cold all over again.  A close inspection of the outside of her fanny reveals 
no cuts or scrapes which might have been the source of the blood.

One good thing is that the red colour is like a blush, and not the result of friction and 
it continues to fade even as I look.  The lips too are shrinking back to the size I 
remember they were.  But this hasn't located the source of the blood, even if there 
doesn't appear to be any fresh blood appearing.

Very gently I place my finger at the opening leading up inside her body and slowly push it 
in.  Everything is fine until I get to about the same point where that barrier had 
previously blocked me, and then she lets out a quiet yelp of discomfort.

Saying sorry, I remove my finger, and look at it.  There, right on the tip, is a tiny dark 
fleck of half coagulated blood and I realise that this must be the source.  Suddenly it 
all comes together, the barrier, the jokes, the blood.  This was normal if the jokes were 
to be believed, and the surprising thing was how little there actually was.

Grinning with relief, I lean forwards and plant a resounding kiss on her upturned little 
mound, swiping it with my tongue to get at more of the delicious cocktail.  Squealing, 
Annie grabs the back of my head and pulls me against herself only to let go with a soft 
yelp of pain. "Ouch!"

"Sorry, I mumble sitting back on my heels. "I think we'd better call it a day and get you 
into the bath."

"Can we do it again tomorrow?" she asks.

"Let's wait and see how you feel." I say. "You might still be a bit sore."

"O.K." she chips brightly, then winces slightly as she scrambles to her feet.

"You O.K.?" I ask.

"Uh-huh." she nods, "It hurts heaps more when Mummy spanks me."

"That's good." I say, then hastily try to correct myself, "Uh, I mean...."

She giggles. "I know."  Then still giggling, she makes a production of her trip to the 
bathroom, punctuating each step, with an "Ouch.", "Ooch." or "Eech."

About halfway down the hall, she stops with a giggling, "It's dripping down my legs."

Assuming one of those impossible poses, she cleans each thigh with the side of a finger, 
and sucks on one while holding out the other towards me. "Yumm!"

Then while I start the water running into the bath, she climbs up onto the toilet and 
starts to pee.  Curious, I turn to look between her legs, only to hear her shriek with 
embarrassment as she slams her knees together.  With a red face, she looks up at me 
obviously ready to tick me off.  Suddenly she giggles, saying, "That was silly wasn't it?"

"Maybe a little bit." I giggle back, "But I won't look if you don't want me too."

"You can watch me if I can watch you." she bargains.

"O.K." I agree.

Still pink faced, she slowly parts her legs, and after a few seconds resumes peeing into 
the bowl.  The thickness of her stream surprises me considerably, since I've only ever 
seen other boys peeing before this.  However, it does clear up one mystery.  How my mother 
can be so noisy when she pees.

The thick straw coloured rope of urine, hisses noisily against the front of the bowl, for 
only a few seconds before petering out into a little dribble and a final spurt.  Annie 
then takes a wad of paper from the roll, lightly pats her little fanny dry, and drops the 
soiled paper into the bowl. "O.K. It's your turn." she grins up at me, hopping down from 
the seat.

"You do wees standing up?" she squeals in surprise as I lift the seat and take aim at the 
water below.

"Yeah." I say, "All boys do."

"Oh." she murmurs.  Then impatiently: "Hurry up then."

"Hang on a sec." I laugh, "It's coming."

It takes several secs, and when I finally do get it going she squeals with delight. "Wow 
that's neat!  Let me hold it."

I have to tell her, "Don't squeeze it." when she takes hold, and then she giggles so much 
that she can barely keep it inside the confines of the bowl.

After several seconds though, she gets herself and my stream under control, and still 
giggling, she paints naughts and crosses in the bowl.  The expression on her face becomes 
more and more thunderstruck as my piss goes on and on and on, lasting five or six times as 
long as hers had.

"Wow!  You did a *big* wees." she breathes once I finally finish with a final two spurts, 
and take my dick from her hand to give it the obligatory three shakes.

"I suppose." I say, pinking modestly since it's only been in the last couple of months 
I've been able to manage a man sized piss.

A few minutes, and fiddles of the taps later, Annie pronounces the water "Just right." and 
with my help clambers into the bath.  Hissing, she lowers her sore little fanny into the 
gently steaming water, and gingerly settles to the bottom.

"You get in too." she instructs me.

"O.K.," I agree, "but you have to be careful not to get my hair wet."

"I know." she nods.

We take turns washing each other, being very careful with sore dicks and fannies.  To my 
great relief, Annie's little cunt almost looks normal by the time we've finished, and with 
only a little luck, Mrs Brownlow shouldn't notice anything out of the ordinary, even if 
she does see it that night.

Whilst, I'm washing her hair, Annie asks me, "Is fucking really bad Kris?"

"What do you mean?" I ask, stalling for time, and wanting to be sure of exactly what she 
means.

"I mean, it's heaps and heaps of fun," she says," and it feels really good, but Mummy'd be 
really mad if she found out wouldn't she?  How come?"

"Yeah, she would be mad." I admit, "My mum would be too.  Grownups just don't think kids 
like us should fuck."

"How come?" she asks.

"I dunno really." I admit, "Grownups are just like that I guess.  They're always saying we 
shouldn't do fun things."

"Yeah." she nods sagely, "So we better not tell any grownups huh?"

"We can't tell *anyone*." I say, "It's gotta be a secret for just us two O.K."

"O.K." she nods. "b'cause other kids might tell right?"

"Right." I agree, as I scoop up a bucket of water to rinse her hair. "Head back."

She tilts her head back for me, and continues talking. "But isn't Mummy gonna find out 
when I have a baby?"

It's a good thing I'm sitting down or I very quickly would be. "You're not going to have a 
baby." I quickly say.

"How come?" she asks, twisting to face me, and cracking one eye open. "You squirted heaps 
of spunk in me."

"You're not old enough to have a baby." I tell her, "You've got to have boobs and hair on 
your fanny before you can have a baby."

"Oh." she murmurs disappointedly, "I really wanted one."  Eagerly, she adds, "Will you 
make one in me when I'm big enough?"

"Uh," I say, "let's wait and see, it'll be a long, long time before you're ready to have a 
baby."

"O.K." she agrees.

As soon as I've finished drying her, Annie leaves me alone in the bathroom, presumably to 
get some clothes on.  However, when I emerge a few minutes later to get my own clothes 
from the lounge, I find her, still naked, carefully pouring coke from a glass onto the 
dress and vest she'd been wearing.

"What are you doing that for?" I ask in confusion.

"So Mummy knows why I had to take a barf." she says as if pointing out the obvious.

"Oh yeah." I nod, "Well you'd better put them in the bathroom, because that's where you 
would have taken them off.  Take your knickers too, and bring back some clean clothes and 
your hairbrush."

"O.K."

While she's gone I begin to dress, and as I do so, I realise that there's an unusual smell 
in the room, which I guess is caused by our fucking.  So despite the late winter chill, I 
open all the windows to get rid of it.  Luckily the cushions are vinyl, and a few swipes 
with a cloth while I shove the cushions back into place are all it takes to return the 
room to something like it should be.

I help Annie into the clothes she brings out for me, and while I'm working the brush 
through her hair we discuss our story and get it straight, so that when Mr's Brownlow lets 
herself in through the front door a couple of hours later, Annie jumps to her feet and 
rushes to greet her mother.

"Mummy," she yells at the top of her lungs, "Kris spilled a whole glass of coke on my head 
and I had to have a bath."

"Did he now?" Mrs Brownlow asks, sounding not quite pleased.

She comes into the lounge where I'm pretending to watch TV and when I turn guiltily 
towards her, she asks, "How did you manage to do that?"

"I'm really sorry Mrs Brownlow," I stammer, "I guess I slipped on that rug," I point, "and 
Annie was sitting there watching TV, and it just went all over her."

"Well these things happen." she says sympathetically, "Just be a little more careful next 
time."

"Oh I will." I say sincerely, "It took ages to clean up."

"Well consider that your punishment." she chuckles, "What did you do with her dirty 
clothes?"

"I left them in the bathroom." I admit guiltily.

"Just like a boy." she grumbles, "You should have put them in some water to soak."

"I'm sorry." I apologise, "I'll do that next time."

"Next time?" she asks, eyebrow raised,

"Uh, um..." I falter, as she chuckles.

"I know what you mean." she says kindly, "I don't suppose there's any harm done."

"Mummy?" Annie asks, "Can Kris give me my bath every night?  He doesn't pull my hair like 
you do."

"I'm not sure that's such a-"

"Please Mummy?" Annie interrupts, looking up at her mother beseechingly.

"But Kris might not-"

Annie interrupts again, "He doesn't mind.  Do you Kris?"

"It's better than Tellytubbies." I grumble, trying to sound like a twelve year old who's 
being put upon.

Mrs Brownlow laughs at this, "Another two days and you'll think the dentist's better than 
Tellytubbies.  Actually would you mind too much?  And would it be too much to ask for you 
to look after her until seven too?  It's just that I've got a chance to do some overtime 
and earn a little more money."

"I uh..." my head snaps around when I'm offered this opportunity to extend our fucking 
time by two hours.

Mrs Brownlow misinterprets my expression and hastens to say, "I'll pay you an extra five 
dollars a day, and I won't tell your mother about it either, so you can spend it any way 
you like." She chuckles at my widening eyes. "I thought that might make a difference.  So 
will you do it?"

"Yeah O.K." I reply, trying to strike the right balance between enthusiasm for the extra 
five bucks, and hard done by, for having to spend another two hours a day with a 
Tellytubbie addict.

"I tell you what." she says, "I know this is messing up your holidays, so since tomorrow 
looks like rain, why don't you ask that friend of your's who's got a little sister about 
Annie's age to come around and keep you company.  He can bring his sister with him and she 
can keep Annie company while you and your friend can do something more suited to your own 
age.  I'll even get you a few nibbles and things."

If she'd made the offer a few hours earlier, I would have been over the moon about it, but 
the company would seriously screw up any chance of fucking Annie the next day.  But it 
would only be a day or two, and I sort of had the idea that Annie might be too sore the 
next day anyway, so I agreed as enthusiastically as I could.

"O.K. well that's settled." Mrs Brownlow says, not noticing my slight hesitation, "We'll 
see you in the morning." She reaches into her purse and pulls out a five dollar note, 
"Here, consider it compensation for too much Tellytubbies, get yourself a video or 
something."

Maybe this wasn't going to be such a bad job after all.  I take the steps in a single 
bound, and jog, whistling, up the street to the corner.  I might even manage to get a few 
kicks in before tea.

