
                           JESSICA-SITTING
                         by THE WHITE RABBIT

                                *****

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Published with permission from the author by TYGER.  

Author's Note:  This is a work of fiction.  I have never had sex with
a minor, and never intend to.  It can be fun to fantasize about
loving sex with a child; but the reality is abuse and exploitation,
which destroys lives.  Children are, without exception, beautiful and
precious, and we must love and protect them.

                                *****

I first met Jessica on the day her mother brought her back from the
hospital.  I was given her to hold, and I gazed enchanted at the tiny
thing, trying to hold her in the way I'd seen, to ensure I didn't
hurt her.  She settled in my arms, gurgled a little, and peed down my
front.  That's when I fell in love with her.

I was twenty-two, then, and single, but I was already successful
enough to own a house, rather than a flat.  I had ideas, at the time,
of constant parties, filling the house with revels; but it never
quite worked out like that, and I settled into a quiet life, enjoying
the company of various friends and neighbours.

Claire and Andy were both of these, living next-door to me.  Claire
was already visibly pregnant when I moved in; but, by the time she
showed me her little daughter, I was their best friend.  So I watched
Jessica grow from a baby to a toddler, from a toddler to a little
girl.  More than watched: I was an important part of her life.  I was
uncle, friend, even big brother.  She spent half her life, it seemed,
in my house or my garden.  Sometimes we were purely having fun
together; but, at other times, she needed me.  Claire and Andy are my
friends, and I love them dearly; but I have to say that they weren't
the world's best parents.  I don't mean they were cruel, or
neglectful in any malicious way.  Indeed, Jessica was moderately
spoilt, as far as things were concerned: she named it, she got it.
But her parents were both busy people; and often they seemed to
forget how things seem to a child.  When a six-year-old wants to tell
you that she's now read more books than anyone else in the class, she
wants to tell you now: bedtime tomorrow just won't do.  And, if an
eight-year-old is starring in a class play, she doesn't "understand"
that Mummy and Daddy have got a lot on just now, and they'll make up
to her for missing the show.

Things like this happened with monotonous regularity through
Jessica's childhood; and, so much of the time, I was the one she
turned to instead.  I heard about her triumphs and disappointments in
class, before her parents did.  I heard that she'd met her best
friend in the whole wide world today.  I came to watch her various
sports successes (admittedly, as a freelance writer, I could arrange
my time to suit myself; but I made the effort).  She even confided in
me that she and her best friend both had a crush on Mr Davies, her
teacher.

Not that Jessica was a lonely child.  She always had plenty of
friends, and they played together in her house and her garden.  I
didn't join in much (they needed space to play away from adults) but
I met most of them at one time or another.  They all seemed extremely
curious about me.  At the time, I assumed it was just that none of
them had anyone like me.  Now, I wonder.

She was a lovely girl.  By the time she was ten, her slim body was
hard and athletic (she did gymnastics and ballet, and was above
average at both), with solid muscles moving under silky baby skin.
She had a deep tan that showed her parentage: Claire was black and
Andy was white.  Her face was oval, with a perky little chin and high
cheekbones, and her brown, almond-shaped eyes bright and mischievous.
She wore her black hair short, framing her face.  That summer, when
she'd begun to play in the garden with her top off, I'd detected a
slight hint of a shape forming from her straight, child's body: a
marginal flaring of the hips, a vague suggestion of swelling around
the nipples on her flat chest.  I reflected, with a regret which
surprised me, that she wasn't going to be playing like this by next
summer.

It was that summer that Claire and Andy asked me to look after
Jessica for two weeks.  I was happy to, of course; but I still felt
annoyed on her behalf.  They had to go to America: admittedly it was
only half a holiday, and they were combining it with business; but it
was the school holidays, and it wouldn't half needed too much
rearrangement to have their daughter with them.  Before she realised
they were leaving her, she was so excited about the trip, and it
devastated her to learn that she wasn't going.  They bought her lots
of expensive presents, to make up for leaving her; but it wasn't the
same.

Jessica's mood was strange, on the day that they left.  Having
already brought her things over for the week (though I had a key, so
she could get anything she'd forgotten), we drove her parents to the
airport, said goodbye, watched from the observation-point until their
plane took off, had a meal in Macdonalds (Jessica hesitated, tempted
by the toy in the kid's meal, but more tempted by a Big Mac and large
fries), stopped off at a toy-shop to buy two Star Wars figures (a
goodie for her and a baddie for me) and finally got home about six in
the evening.  She'd been very quiet, sometimes looking as though she
was on the verge of tears; but I also got the strange feeling that
she was holding in some excitement.  Maybe, I thought, however much
more she'd rather be with her mum and dad, the prospect of spending a
week living and sleeping in my house was enough of an adventure to be
a consolation prize.

My instructions had been that Jessica's bedtime was eight-thirty; but
I had no intention of sticking to that on the first night.  There was
no school; and I felt that she needed a bit of spoiling.  So I
suggested she should have a bath, then we could watch one of the
videos I'd got out for her, gorge ourselves on popcorn and coke, and
there'd still be time for her to watch Friends.  It's usually too
late for her, and her parents don't really think it suitable for a
ten-year-old.  Personally, I consider it exactly the kind of thing
for a child to "get away" with watching, without coming to any
appalling harm; so she sees my videos of it.  But that's not the same
as actually staying up to watch the real thing.

Jessica must have broken the world record for bathing.  It seemed
almost no time before she flew downstairs, dripping wet and clad only
in a towel, to announce that she'd tickle me mercilessly if she
didn't get popcorn that instant.  Then she flung herself down,
full-length, on the sofa, while I went to get, then turned the film
on.

"Where am I supposed to sit?"  I demanded in mock-concern.

She gave an exaggerated shrug, pulling a face; then she giggled.  "On
your bum," she suggested.

Honour demanded that she didn't get away with that, so I attacked her
feet, tickling them mercilessly, till she screamed surrender.  So I
lifted her legs up, sat down and laid her feet on my lap.  She
giggled again, snuggled herself into position and started on her
popcorn.  Then the film began.

Jessica enjoyed most of the film; but, about two-thirds of the way
through, it lagged a bit, before picking up for the end, and her
attention wandered.  She'd already got through a large box of popcorn
and a good deal from mine, as well as two glasses of coke; but she
wanted another drink.  By the time I'd poured it and come back to the
sofa, she'd already draped herself in the opposite direction, lying
on the towel, rather than having it around her at all.  She was lying
there naked, apparently not even thinking about it.

In spite of myself, I couldn't help stealing a quick glance at her
crotch.  I hadn't seen Jessica completely naked since she was five,
the last time I'd needed to help her in the bath when I baby-sat.
Although I've never thought of myself as getting turned on by little
girls, I'd come lately to think of her as being sexy, though only in
a proud, pseudo-parental sort of way.  So I couldn't resist checking
out whether her little pussy had developed as gorgeously as the rest
of her body.

It had, of course.  Though there was no sign of any hair, it was no
longer the fat, baby pussy it had been.  The lips were slightly
parted, as she lay with her legs apart, and I could detect, even from
a few feet away, a slight, heady odour coming from it.  I realised,
suddenly embarrassed, that my cock had given a slight twitch.

Sitting down quickly, afraid that the movement in my trousers would
be visible, not even prepared to consider the implications of the
reaction, I almost sat on Jessica's head.  "Hey, watch out," she
demanded, with purely automatic indignation.  "Here, just a mo."

Wriggling, she got me sat down, and laid her head on my lap.  "That's
better," she announced, satisfied, snuggling her head right down onto
my disobedient member, instantly causing it more discomfort.  I held
my breath, hoping she wouldn't notice.  It wasn't the kind of thing I
wanted to have to explain to her.

More to divert attention than anything, I commented, in mock outrage,
"Why, Miss Jessie, you're in the nuddie."

"Stop it," she told me, pouting.  I smiled: she always hates being
called Jessie, though she knows I only do it to tease her.  "Anyway,"
she added, "it's too hot for jim-jams.  You must be roasted."

I had to admit, I was sweating, and some of it was the heat of the
evening.

"You could take your shirt off, at least," she suggested; then
giggled.  "Or anything else you like."

"Jessica Kelly!"  I said, pretending to be shocked to hide the fact
that her last comment had just cranked my horniness up another notch.
"OK," I conceded.  "This shirt has got to go.  This sofa ain't big
enough for it and me."

She watched me carefully, as I pulled the tee-shirt over my head.
"You've got a lovely body, Steve," she commented, her voice a little
huskier than usual.  I almost freaked at that; till I reminded myself
that this was a ten-year-old child saying these things.  It was
undoubtedly quite innocent.

"Why, thanks, Jessica," I said, trying to sound as natural as I
could.  "And you've got an absolutely gorgeous body."

She giggled; but it was sheer pleasure, not a trace of embarrassment.
"Really?"  she asked.  "Is that why your willy's got bigger?"

It's lucky I haven't got a weak heart, or I might have dropped dead
on the spot.  "What do you mean?"  I asked weakly.

She shrugged, apparently unconcerned.  "Your willy got bigger and
harder," she said, "when you saw me in the nuddie.  Sarah says that's
what happens to a boy's willy when he fancies a girl."

I remembered Sarah: a plain girl with mousy hair, she was Jessica's
current best-friend-in-the-whole-wide-world-ever.  Obviously a
precocious child.  At that precise moment, I'd have happily strangled
her.

"Well, sometimes," I said, trying to improvise fast.  "But other
things do the same.  Like... erm... the heat.  That can do it, too.
It's very hot tonight, isn't it?"

"Oh... Yes."  I was surprised at how disappointed Jessica sounded.  I
supposed that it would have been a feather in her cap, if her body
had been sexy enough to give an adult a hard-on.  I felt mean taking
that away from her, especially when it actually was true; but the
alternative was a road I didn't feel willing to go down.  Not then.

So she went back to watching the film and drinking her coke, an
action she performed faultlessly, in spite of being horizontal.  The
boring bit of the film was coming to an end, and Jessica got caught
up in it again, apparently forgetting completely what we'd just been
discussing.  I tried to do the same; but it wasn't so easy, with a
gorgeous, naked girl draped across me, her head pushed against my
already-erect cock.  I was no longer trying to deny, to myself at
least, that Jessica's naked little body was turning me on.  At least,
I thought, I knew that I cared too much about Jessica that there was
any danger of giving in to the temptation to abuse her.

The video ended ten minutes before Friends was due to start, and
Jessica rushed upstairs for the toilet.  After all, she'd had three
glasses of coke, by now, and she must have needed it.  I sat quietly,
trying to regain control of my body and think of strategies in case
the same thing happened again; but, before I'd had time to do either,
a streak of naked little girl came tearing down the stairs and
straight onto my lap.  With her knees on either side of me, she leant
forward and kissed me smack on the mouth.  She didn't exactly use her
tongue; but it was a much wetter kiss than I'd have expected from
her.  Needless to say, it more than undid any progress I might have
made.

"Jessica," I said, after she'd pulled her face away, "what was that
for?"

She looked at me with a half-conscious, flirting cuteness.  "Because
I love you, Steve," she said simply.

I couldn't see any other course but to continue playing it as though
nothing had occurred to me beyond what was proper.  "Thank you,
darling," I said calmly.  "I love you too."

Jessica suddenly gave me that direct, serious look children reserve
for having to explain things to an adult who might be capable of
understanding, if treated carefully.  "I know," she said, "but I
don't just mean like we always have.  I love you... sort of... like a
boyfriend."

It felt as if my stomach had raced up to my mouth and I'd swallowed
it again.  "Do you mean," I ventured cautiously, "like you felt about
Mr Davies?"

"No," she said, clearly trying to be patient, "that was just..."  She
hesitated, trying to think of what exactly it was, then gave up.
"With you, it's real.  I love you, Steve.  And... and I think you're
beautiful and sexy, too."

Her face was only a few inches from mine.  Her eyes were very wide
and bright, her lips were wet and slightly parted, her cheeks were
very flushed.

The observing part of my mind reflected that, if Jessica were twenty
rather than ten, I'd need no more incentive: she was giving me a
clear invitation to seduce her, and I'd have taken it.  As it was, my
cock had already voted to accept; but how could I take advantage of
my friends' ten-year-old daughter?

Jessica was watching me expectantly, her naked little body quivering
nervously.  "So are you, sweetheart," I told her, playing for time.

She leant slightly further forward.  "Then why don't you kiss me?"

I lost.  Putting my arms around her, I drew her body against my bare
torso, placed a hand behind her head to pull it gently to mine, and
kissed her.  The child slithered and flowed into the kiss, returning
it passionately.  I was very tempted to start probing with my tongue,
but I resisted.  Although our mouths were both open, and I was
kissing the wet insides of her lips, it still stopped just short of
being overtly sexual.

I'm not sure how long we kissed for.  I was aware that Jessica was
undulating her body, rubbing her chest against mine and blatantly
rubbing her bare crotch over my stiff cock, only the material of my
trousers and underpants preventing direct contact.  I knew I should
stop her doing it, but I was powerless.  I found that I was caressing
her, my hand wandering between her neck and the small of her back.

Then, without warning, she pulled away with a shout.  Before I'd even
had time to wonder what I'd done, she squealed, "It's starting," and
squirmed herself around, in one movement, to sit with her back
against my chest, her head nestled in my shoulder and her thighs
apart so that her crotch still trapped my clothed cock.  Glancing up
at me accusingly, she commented, "It's not the heat doing that, is
it?"

I shook my head, still feeling nervous, but a little more confident,
after the kiss.  "No," I said, "that's because you're such a gorgeous
little sexpot."  She giggled, then gave her attention to the screen.
I wasn't sure, for a moment, how to react; but she absent-mindedly
took hold of my hands and wrapped my arms around her, depositing one
hand on a nipple, the other on a thigh.  I obligingly caressed both,
without allowing myself to wander beyond what she herself had
initiated.

Jessica hardly moved till the commercials, when she suddenly
unclasped my arms and jumped up.  "Your trousers are rubbing me," she
complained.  "Why don't you take them off?"

In spite of what had already happened, this shocked me.  "Jessica," I
said, "I don't really think that's a good idea."

"Why not?"  she asked, very directly.  "You chicken?"

Once again, instincts short-circuited common-sense, and I found
myself slipping my jeans down my legs.  Jessica stood watching, her
eyes rooted to my underpants (strangely shaped, now) and a delighted
smile on her face.  "And those," she instructed.  "Then we'll both be
in the nuddie."

"No, that's not..."  I began; but, before I could get further,
Jessica had pounced, dragging my underpants down, screaming in
delight when my fully-erect cock sprang from its confinement.  Before
I could react, she'd leapt back up and was kissing me as passionately
as before, wriggling her body against mine; only this time it was my
naked hard-on that was rubbing her crotch.  Then the show started
again, and she was back facing the TV as before, only now with the
purple head of my cock sticking out from between her thighs.  I
couldn't find the will to resist.

When Friends had finally finished, Jessica gave a long sigh,
stretched back against me, then turned to look up at me.  "I like
being rude with you," she said in a dreamy voice.  "It's much better
than with Sarah."

That hit me like an express train.  "Sarah?"  I asked blankly.  "What
do you mean?  What do you do with Sarah?"

It was only when I saw her face fall that, belatedly, I realised how
accusing I'd sounded.  "It's all right," I assured her quickly.  "I
don't mean there's anything wrong.  But... Can you tell me what
exactly you mean?"

Several strands of thought were racing through my head.  At one
level, I was remembering plain little Sarah, and trying to relate the
image to what Jessica was saying.  If I understood correctly, and
there was something sexual going on between them, surely Jessica
could find someone prettier.  But maybe that was less important, at
ten years old, then friendship and trust.

The other thought, though, that occurred to me was to wonder whether
it was Sarah who had initiated whatever had happened.  What exactly
was that, and how did the child know about it?  Was she passing on
the experience of abuse?

But Jessica simply said, wide-eyed, "Well, Sarah said she'd seen her
sister... um... rubbing herself... you know, between her legs.  She
thought she was on her own, but Sarah saw her.  So we... er...
decided to try it ourselves.  And it felt sooo good, Steve, you
wouldn't believe it.  So we did it whenever we were private together.
Then, a couple of weeks ago, we were doing it, and I felt so good,
and Sarah looked so excited, that I kissed her, and we had a cuddle
while we were rubbing ourselves.  Then... I don't know how it
happened, really, Steve, but we started rubbing each other, instead,
and it felt even better.  So now, when we can, we get in the nuddie,
cuddle up and rub each other."  Her face lit up.  "Steve, shall I
show you what to do?  I'm sure it would feel even better with you
than with Sarah."

I'd no will to resist, and I simply nodded, unwilling to trust my
voice.  "Put your hand between my legs," said Jessica, in what must
have been a fair impression of one of her teachers.  "You'll find a
sort of... um, gap between two, sort of, folds... Oh, yes, you've
found it."  Her voice staggered into a gasp, losing the mock-teacher
expression.  "Yes, rub your finger along just inside... Now, move it,
sort of, up to the front, try and find a little knob... Oooohhhh...
Oh, Steve, that's heaven.  Rub it gently... Yes... Yeeeessss..."

Needless to say, I knew exactly how to rub a clit to give maximum
turnon for the woman -- or girl, in this case -- but I did it in such
a way that Jessica simply thought she was teaching me effectively and
quickly.  She got us lying together on the sofa, and I worked hard on
her clit, remembering to keep one step behind her instructions.  I
"learnt" how to massage the little button, how to dip a fingertip
just into the tiny cunt-hole for lubrication (I didn't realise till I
started just how wet my little girlfriend was); she even suggested I
should play with her nipples with my free hand.  They were tight and
erect, on their little puffy nubs, and she moaned and writhed when I
got to work on them.

Eventually, Jessica was so far gone, groaning, panting, throwing
herself around the sofa, that I realised I no longer needed to
pretend to follow instructions.  Indeed, what instructions were
coming now were in the form of semi-articulate grunts, pleading with
me to "do it more," and "make me get there."  I assumed, from this,
that she didn't know any of the terminology.  Why should she?  She
and her little girlfriend had only been following the instinct for
pleasure.

Finally, she began bucking and jerking spasmodically, giving out
hoarse little yells in time with her movements.  For a moment, I was
worried about the noise; then I remembered that the only house
actually adjoining mine was Jessica's own, which was empty.  In any
case, the sounds of pleasure coming from my house weren't completely
unknown.  There was nothing in Jessica's cries that marked them out
as coming from a child.

I didn't let up my attentions until Jessica's orgasm had died down,
and she was lying, bathed in sweat, cloudy, dazed eyes gazing at me,
giving tiny gasps and moans of pleasure.  I took her into my arms and
began kissing all over her face, alternatively tender and playful.  I
nuzzled up to her ear, and whispered little endearments, telling her
how much I loved her.

After a while, Jessica focussed on me again, with a heartbreakingly
beautiful mixture of adoration, shyness and desire.  She gave me a
lingering kiss on the lips, then moved a little away with a sigh.
"That was lovely," she murmured.  "Better than Sarah's ever done it.
I wish... I wish..."  A dreamy look came over her face.

"What do you wish, sweetheart?"  I asked softly.

"I wish I could do it for you, make you feel as good."

It was one of those moments of decision.  I'd already done enough to
go to jail, if I were caught; but, to my own conscience, if not to
the law, I could at least point out that I'd done nothing except give
Jessica pleasure.

But here she was now, almost begging me to give her a way to return
that pleasure.  Even if I could have resisted the temptation (which I
doubt) to have the sweetest, most beautiful little girl in the world
attending to my cock, making me come, how could I resist that plea,
her need to match what I'd given her?

"You can, darling," I said cautiously.  "But only if you really want
to.  Anything you don't think you'd like to do, you've got to say so,
and not do it."  She looked at me curiously, and I was worried, for a
moment, that the warning had freaked her.  But, after a slight
hesitation, she simply nodded.

"Now, I haven't got a lovely slit or button or hole like you have;
but I've got this."  Taking her hand, I put it to rest lightly on my
cock.

"Your willy?"  she asked, staring at me with her nose slightly
wrinkled.  I noticed, though, that she made no attempt to remove her
hand.

I nodded.  "Well, you know it gets excited by a beautiful, sexy girl,
like you?"  She nodded, slowly, looking as if she was beginning to
understand.  "Well, another thing that makes it excited is being
rubbed.  A bit like I rubbed your little button."  She nodded
gravely, but gave no other response.

"I sometimes do that myself.  Like you and Sarah did, before you
found out you could share.  But, just like you found, it can be even
better if someone else does it.  Especially if someone else is the
most gorgeous little sexpot in the universe."

That broke the spell, and made her giggle.  "What am I supposed to
do?"  she asked.

"I told you," I said quickly, "you aren't supposed to do anything.
You only do it if you want to.  But, if you're going to do, start
stroking the shaft.  Yes, like that."

Jessica learnt almost as quickly as I'd pretended to.  Within
minutes, she was teasing and flicking the knob, playing curiously
with the little rim of foreskin around it, investigating the hole
with pre-cum oozing out, running her fingernails up and down the
underside and making me want to scream.  I got her to use her spare
hand on my balls, even to run her nails back to my arse-hole,
although she balked at putting her finger in.  That was, as she put
it, too gross.

Still, it wasn't long before I knew I was ready to shoot my load.  It
was then I remembered, belatedly, that I hadn't warned her what would
happen.  I was too far gone to stop and have a conversation about it;
but I managed to gasp out, "Darling... Something's going to... to
come out of my... my willy.  It's not pee, it's OK.  Don't be scared."

"I'm not scared," she said absently, all her attention on my cock and
the strange things that were happening to it.

I never got time to reply.  Feeling my balls fill and tighten, I gave
a long, drawn-out groan and pulled Jessica to me, kissing her hard,
as I shot out spasm after spasm of cum over her hands and any part of
her body that got in the way.  For an instant, she stiffened in
shocked surprise, before she gave a little giggle of delight, and
kept milking my cock, until it was long empty and she was starting to
rub it raw.  Gently removing her hand, I took her in my arms, as I
had after her own orgasm, telling her softly how much I loved her.

I'm not sure how long we lay like that; but I eventually realised
that her breathing had become quiet and even, with a slight hint of a
snore in it.  Standing up carefully, so as not to wake her, I gently
lifted Jessica up in my arms and carried her upstairs.  For a moment,
I considered taking her to my bed; but I wasn't sure how she'd react
to that, when she woke up.  Instead, I deposited her in the spare
room, where she'd expected to be sleeping.  She had quite a bit of my
cum over her, so I got a flannel from the bathroom and wiped her
clean, taking care not to disturb her.  Then I pulled the duvet over
her beautiful, slim body, and gave her the lightest kiss I could on
the forehead.  Without fully rousing, she gave a contented sigh and
snuggled deeper under the covers.  I left the room, turning off the
light.

                                *****

Jessica was unusually quiet at breakfast, hardly speaking except to
answer me in little more than grunts and not meeting my eyes.  I was
terrified, at first, wondering if she was angry about what had
happened last night, even frightened of me.  It was only gradually
that I realised she was actually shy and uncertain, no doubt with the
same fears about me as I had about her.

Once I'd realised that, I began to chat as naturally as I could,
making a few passing comments about how wonderful last night had
been; and, sure enough, I was rewarded at last as she relaxed and
began to behave more normally.  Eventually, when she'd finished her
breakfast, she leant over to give me a brief, delicious kiss on the
lips.  "I love you," she murmured, then turned and fled upstairs.

When she came down again, I asked her what she wanted to do that day.
Part of me was hoping that she'd ask straight away for more sex (or
however she might put that); but I was fundamentally relieved when
she asked to go swimming, then have a picnic.  I wouldn't have wanted
sex to have replaced our usual friendship.

This being the school holidays, the pool was seething with children;
and it caused me an unexpected problem.  A week ago, I'd have maybe
eyed up one or two attractive women, perhaps been vaguely aware if
the mid-teen girls had bouncing tits and cute arses.  But, as if
Jessica had opened the floodgates, I now found myself surrounded by
sexy little girls, the tight, wet fabric of their costumes stretched
erotically over their little nubs and between their legs.  There was
no danger of me doing anything to get caught; but it worried me a bit
when I found myself surreptitiously ogling a little blonde
heartbreaker who couldn't have been older than three.  Had I
suddenly, overnight, turned into an incurable pedophile?

Jessica spent a little while trying to do some "serious" swimming
(she's as good at swimming as at most activities), but eventually
gave up, after innumerable collisions, and we played together for a
while.  It wasn't so very different from how we'd have played before;
but she teased and flirted a bit and, between her and all the other
little beauties, I was scared that my interest would be too obvious
in my trunks.  But, if anyone noticed, they gave no sign.

No one, that is, except my little darling; and it wasn't until we'd
driven out into a place I knew in the woods, and had our blanket on
the ground and our picnic hamper open, that Jessica suddenly asked,
"Did I look that sexy in my swimsuit, then?"

"What sexy?"  I asked, partly from shyness, partly to tease her.  I
knew what she was talking about.

She tossed her head.  "Your willy was even bigger than last night,"
she pointed out.  "Was that all for me, or did you fancy someone else
there?"

"You're the only one I want," I assured her quickly; and I saw
satisfaction on her face.  I felt a little guilty, since I had been
turned on by the other kids as well; but it was true that I didn't
want any of them.

Then her face turned suddenly serious, and she gazed hard at me.
"Steve," she said.  "You know last night?  When I showed you what to
do?"

"Uh-huh."

"You knew, really, didn't you?"

I only hesitated the barest instant, before deciding that Jessica
deserved honesty from me.  I nodded.  "Yes.  But I thought it would
be more fun, if we did it like that.  Playing a game."

She nodded slowly, and I realised, with relief, that she wasn't cross
with me.  "Is that what you do with your girlfriends?"  she asked.
I'd always discussed my love-life with Jessica, though not in that
sort of detail.  Her advice had often been valuable.  "I always
thought you just kissed."

"Well... yes.  Among other things."

Her face lit up.  "Other things?  Can we do them, too?"

I hesitated.  The mere thought of fucking Jessica had made my cock
suddenly rear up; but I suspected I shouldn't.  Then again, I
shouldn't have rubbed her pussy.  I shouldn't have got her to jerk me
off.  I shouldn't have cum all over her.  But Jessica had loved it
all, and I couldn't see that the experience had harmed her.  Maybe...

"Well... we'll see," I told her cautiously.  "But only if you're sure
you want to.  You can tell me stop, if you don't like anything."

She nodded gravely.  "Then I'll have something to tell Sarah about,"
she commented.

My heart flip-flopped.  "No," I said; and immediately regretted my
tone, as I saw shock on her face.  "I'm sorry, darling," I said
gently, reaching out to stroke her face.  "I didn't mean to frighten
you.  It's just that I could get into a lot of trouble, if anyone
found out what we're doing."

She thought about that a moment.  "But I told you about Sarah," she
pointed out, "and her mum would probably ground her, if she found
out.  It's only fair."

"But I'd be in trouble with the law, darling," I explained.  "They'd
put me in prison."

The shock on her face was almost frightening.  "Why?"  she demanded
after a moment.

I took a deep breath, knowing that I had to get this exactly right.
On the one hand, I needed Jessica to understand why she had to keep
this a secret.  As far as I could see, the only alternative would
have been to threaten her; and I'd rather take my chances than resort
to that.  On the other hand, though, I didn't want to plant any seed
of doubt that might lead her to think that we were doing wrong.  That
I was abusing her.

"You see," I began slowly, "one of the things the law tries to do is
to protect children.  There are a lot of grown-ups out there who try
to do things to children that hurt them, or upset them.  If anyone
does sexy things to someone else when they don't want it, that can be
very distressing."

She looked at me doubtfully.  "Is that what rape is?"  she asked.  I
nodded.

"But what's that got to do with us?"

"The law doesn't know every child it tries to protect," I told her.
"It tends to assume that all children are rather weak and don't know
what they want.  A lot are, and the law has to stop grown-ups from
taking advantage of them.  But the people who make the laws don't
know how wonderful and sensible and grown-up Jessica Kelly is, and
how she knows exactly what she wants.  So, even though what we're
doing is loving and beautiful, they... think they have to play it
safe, and try to protect you."

She was staring at me open-mouthed.  "You mean, they'd think you were
raping me?  But you're not.  I could tell them that."

"They wouldn't believe you," I told her gently.  "They'd think you
were just saying what I'd told you to say."  She was chewing her
lower lip, looking as if she was going to cry.  "Jessica, I'm not
telling you this to upset you.  You and I both know that we're in
love, and that's all that matters.  I'm just trying to explain why no
one else must know.  Will you promise me that?"  Hanging her head,
she nodded slowly.  It looked half-hearted; but I knew her well
enough to realise that the reverse was true: it was all going very
deeply into her.  Feeling able to relax a bit, I conceded, "I
understand what you mean about Sarah, though.  Maybe it's not fair,
when I know about her but she doesn't know about me.  I'll have to
think about it.  But will you promise not to tell her until I say
it's all right?"

Jessica looked up, and there were tears in her eyes.  "Of course I
promise, Steve.  I'd rather die than do anything to hurt you."

That was more than I could resist.  I drew her into my arms, and
began kissing her: first her lips, then planting kisses all over her
face, until it creased up and she began to wriggle and giggle.  Only
then, I returned to her mouth and began a long, slow, wet kiss.  She
returned it passionately, in fierce, sensual bursts and seductive
interludes of surrender to my invasion.  After a while, I pushed the
tip of my tongue between her half-open teeth, provoking a muffled
squeal, followed a second later by a renewed assault of ten-year-old
passion.  As soon as I withdrew my tongue, the child pushed hers into
my mouth, exploring me sensuously.

We broke off the kiss at last, more for lack of oxygen than anything,
and knelt there holding each other tightly.  "I love you, Jessica," I
whispered in her ear.  At that, she pulled a little away from me,
looking at me seriously.  For a moment, I thought I'd done something
wrong; but, swiftly and without a word, she pulled the tee-shirt over
her head, pulled down her shorts and knickers together and wriggled
out of them.  "Now you," she begged hoarsely.

I hesitated a moment, looking around.  This was a little-frequented
part of the forest anyway, and I'd managed to find a small clearing
shielded from view of the path.  I wasn't absolutely certain that no
one would come this way; but it seemed unlikely.  My brain said,
still not impossible.  My cock, straining inside my clothes, said,
too unlikely to matter.  My brain said, is it really worth the risk?
I looked at Jessica's delicious little body; and my cock said, yes.
I undressed, almost as quickly as she had.

She lay back on the blanket, her legs apart, watching me expectantly.
It clearly hadn't occurred to her that the protocols of sex-play
might involve her sometimes pleasing me first; but I had no objection
to this.  Jessica would have a lifetime to learn about equality in
lovemaking.  At ten, she deserved to be pampered.

In any case, I think I'd have shot my load on the spot, if she'd
rubbed my cock just then.  So I lay at right angles to her, resting
my head on her belly, and began tickling her crotch.  As I expected,
she started giggling.  I'd already got used to that special giggle of
hers: lewd and dirty, yet somehow still totally innocent.  Turning my
face up towards hers, I made a comic face and gave one of her nipples
a big lick.  She simply took this as playing about, which was the
idea: for what I had in mind, I wanted her to get used to me using my
tongue.

"Rub my button," she pleaded.  I raised an eyebrow.  "Please?"  she
added, very exaggeratedly.  So I let my finger play up into her
pussy, and find that delectable little clit I'd got to know last
night.  Meantime, I let my mouth go to work on her nipples, giving
them little playful sucks and nips.  After a few moments of writhing
and gasping with pleasure, she put one hand gently on the back of my
head, stroking my hair and giving little pushes to encourage what I
was doing.  So I began sucking her nipples harder, moving from one to
the other, and was rewarded with jerks of her little body and
staccato moans.

Before she could reach orgasm, I lifted my head from her tits and
smiled up at her.  She gave a groan, "Oh, no, don't stop, please..."

"You like my mouth?"  I asked softly.  Her answer was incoherent, but
definitely in the affirmative.  "Well," I said, "try it like this."
And I started kissing down her body, giving a big, dog-like lick to
her belly-button, then moving towards her crotch.

"No," she slurred, as she realised where I was heading, "you can't...
not down there... you can't... not where I do a wee... no...
oooooohhhhh..."  That last marked the moment my tongue flicked her
clitty, as well as the end of anything coherent she said for a while.
I tongued the child's little knob a few more times, licked along her
slit, then returned to flick, snakelike, over that button.  She
tasted heavenly, light and sweet, with only the slightest traces of
chlorine from the swimming-pool.  I gathered that she'd showered
before she dressed again.

I licked my darling's tight little pussy, half-drunk on its honey,
while she bucked about, moaning and crying.  I parted her lips with
my fingers, rubbing them, moving one finger down to her puckered
arse-hole.  Remembering her reluctance to play with mine last night,
I resisted the temptation to push the finger in; but I played with
the hole, and the extra reactions I got told me that she'd be
thinking seriously, in the future, about the arse as a source of
pleasure.

Finally, the whole of Jessica's lower body began to spasm, and I
heard her pussy making little slurping, sucking noises, as more of
her sweet juices wept out.  She arched up, lifting her torso right
off the ground, balancing only on her shoulders and feet.  I could
hear her moaning, over and over, "Yes, yes, yes, yes..."  Then she
went into convulsions.  I couldn't keep my tongue on her clit; but it
didn't seem to matter, her orgasm was triggered and it seemed to keep
going on its own momentum.

Then her body collapsed to the ground.  She was trembling all over;
and, when I moved up to take her in my arms, I realised she was
crying.  It sent a stab of pain into my heart.  "What's the matter,
darling?"  I asked, between kissing her face.  "Did I hurt you?  I'm
sorry."

Turning her face up, she kissed me between sobs.  "Oh no, Steve, you
don't have to... It was so beautiful, I can't bear it.  I've never
felt anything so wonderful in my life, Steve, and it's over.  Just
hold me very, very tight.  Tell me you love me, please."

"I love you, Jessica, I love you, darling," I told her, over and
over, as I pulled her fiercely against me, holding her tightly, until
she'd stopped crying.  Then I kissed lightly all around her eyes, and
licked a tear from her bright red cheeks.  She gave something between
a sob and a giggle.  "Oh, I love you so much, Steve.  So much, it
hurts."

We lay quietly for a while, caressing each other; and, at last,
Jessica's hand reached my still-erect cock.  She giggled.  "Your
willy's still excited, Steve," she commented.  "Do you want me to rub
it?  Or... are there any other things we could try?"

"What do you mean?"  I asked carefully, not wanting to push her into
anything she wasn't ready for.

"Well..."  She hesitated.  "We did all the woman's egg and man's seed
stuff at school.  I know they have to meet up in the woman's tummy;
but no one explained how the seed gets there.  I think... The pussy
seems the best way in; and I think what came out of your willy last
night might have something to do with the seed."  She looked at me
for encouragement; but I deliberately remained noncommittal, although
my heart was pounding.  "So... The stuff came out when I rubbed your
willy.  If you put it in my pussy, like your finger, that would rub
it too.  And it would be good for me, too."

She looked up at me.  "Is that one of the things you do with your
girlfriends?"

I nodded.  "It is.  It's called fucking, and it's the best thing of
all.  But it's something you only do if you're really sure you want
to."

"I'm sure," she said; but she didn't sound totally confident.  "Will
it fit?"

I glanced down at my straining cock.  I've never had any reason to be
ashamed of my erection; but, for the first time, I felt grateful that
it was nothing spectacular.  "It certainly fits in a grown-up pussy,"
I assured her cautiously.  "It should fit in yours; but it might hurt
a little."

Her face crumpled abruptly, lips pouting, mouth turned down, eyes
threatening to overflow again.  "Do you mean, that thing where it
hurts like hell and bleeds?"  she asked tremulously.

For a moment, I couldn't believe what she was saying.  "What do you
mean?"  I demanded.

"Well, last week Sarah and I were... you know, having fun, and
something made us jump, and Sarah had her finger in my pussy, and...
Like I say, it hurt and bled."

My reaction was complex.  Mostly, I was relieved that I wouldn't need
to hurt my darling.  But also... There's an odd kind of primal need
in a man to take a girl's virginity; and I was almost disappointed
that I'd been beaten to it by a ten-year-old's finger.

But I didn't let Jessica see any of this.  Instead, I smiled
reassuringly.  "That's OK," I said.  "It only happens the first time;
so you'll never have that again.  It would stretch your pussy, and
that might hurt a bit, though."

She thought for a moment.  "I want to do it, though," she said at
last.  "How do we do it?"

I thought a moment.  My head was whirling at the thought that I was
going to fuck a ten-year-old girl, who was as close to me as a
daughter.  Now that it came to it, now Jessica was actually asking me
to do it to her, I actually felt a bit scared, and reluctant to
proceed.  But I shook that off, and thought about the problem.  I
needed a position where she felt comfortable and in control.  "Let me
lie on my back," I suggested.  "Yes, like that.  Now you kneel up,
with your legs either side of me."

"Like this?"  she asked, doing as I said, her crotch resting lightly
on my belly.

"That's great... Just slide back a bit, and lift your bum up.  That's
right.  Now, just get that gorgeous little pussy resting against the
head of my cock... my willy, that is.  Oh, yes, sweetheart, like
that."  The swollen head of my stiff cock had nudged just between her
soaking cunt-lips, and I could feel her juices bathing it.  "Now,
angel, I've chosen this position so that you'll be in control.  Use
the force of gravity to help push it in..."  I winked.  "I take it
you learnt about gravity at school, too?"  She giggled and nodded.
"Go at your own pace," I told her, "and stop for a bit if it starts
hurting."

Jessica nodded, then pushed down a bit, experimentally, squealing as
my dick came into contact with the entrance to her tiny hole.  Taking
a deep breath, she settled down a bit harder, forcing the soft, tight
flesh to stretch around the foreign object.  Very, very slowly, with
long rests in between, she pushed herself down, not so much forcing
my cock into her as forcing her sweet, wet cunt-flesh around my
erection.

Finally, after what seemed a long time, I felt the tip nudge against
her cervix.  "Stop there, sweetheart," I told her softly.  "You might
hurt yourself, if you go in any further."

She nodded, but looked crestfallen.  She was breathing in gasps, her
face was bright red and her eyes were watering, though I was
satisfied that these weren't tears.  "I wanted to get it right in,"
she said.

I glanced down my body: an inch or two still showed at the base.
"There isn't room for all of it," I said.  "You've done brilliantly
to get that much in.  I'm proud of you, darling."  Her face lit up in
that smile that had always made life worthwhile; though it had never
been for anything as intimate as this.  "Come here and cuddle me," I
invited, holding out my arms; and she let her little torso fall
forward on top of me, resting her face on my chest, as I caressed her
and kissed the top of her head.

After a while, I whispered, "Ready for the next bit?"  I felt Jessica
nod, though she didn't look up; so I slid one hand down to her arse,
stroking it for a moment, before I began pushing it down, humping
myself back and forth to meet her.  If it had felt good before, my
prick squeezed tightly by the velvety walls trying to close up, that
was nothing to the wet friction as I stroked in and out of Jessica's
tiny cunt-hole.

She was gasping and writhing, making rhythmical noises that sounded
more like an animal than anything.  When I worked a finger a little
way into her arse-hole, she gave a low, bestial growl.  For a moment,
I thought she was upset; then she started humping back and forth,
between the cock in her cunt and the finger in her arse.

At last, she began to moan more urgently, and her tight cunt-walls
went into spasms, making obscenely beautiful slurping sounds around
the cock filling it.  Her arse clenched firmly on my finger, and she
gave a drawn-out wail as her whole body convulsed.  It was all my
aching balls needed, and I shot half-a-dozen spurts of cum deep into
her immature womb.

After what seemed the longest orgasm I'd ever witnessed, Jessica
collapsed on top of me like a rag-doll, drenched in sweat.  Scarcely
in a better state myself, I held her hot, trembling little body,
until we'd both got our breath back.  My cock had gone down a little,
so I pulled her gently upwards towards my face.  She gave a little
cry when it plopped out, though I couldn't tell whether from pain or
disappointment.  I carefully extracted the finger from her arse-hole,
too; then I drew Jessica to me, kissing her lips gently and tenderly.
After a while, she began to kiss me back, her little tongue-tip
playing and flirting between my teeth.

At last, she drew away from me and knelt up, thighs still astride me.
"I'm hungry," she said.  "I hope you made ham and pickle sarnies."

I couldn't help laughing.  Here was my cute little ten-year-old girl,
sweating and flushed from the fucking she'd just taken, my cum and
her juices dribbling out from between her cunt-lips, eyes smouldering
with lust; and she was acting just as she always had on picnics,
wanting to stuff her face.  I realised then, fully, what had
happened.  Jessica had become my lover; but I hadn't lost the friend
I'd played with for the last ten years.  I had the best of both
worlds now.

"Course I did," I told her, still laughing.  "But I'll fight you for
the sausage-rolls."

She leapt off me, squealing with laughter; but she stopped abruptly,
and looked back at me, her eyes soft and misty.  "It's only a game,"
she whispered.  "I'd share anything with you, Steve."

"Even ham and pickle sarnies?"  I teased her.

"Even ham and pickle sarnies," she said.  "I love you, Steve."

"I love you, too, Jessica," I said.  I knew that was true.  Like I
say, I fell in love with her at first sight.  "Bet I beat you to the
coke, though."

And we both dived, shrieking with laughter, for the picnic hamper.


The End for now.  Let me know if you think I should continue this
story.  white_rabbit27@hotmail.com

