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I've always wanted to do it, but could never figure out how to get away with it.  It isn't exactly a conversation to have over tea with my friends - I just don't have those kind of friends.  But, the hunger has been in me for a really long time.

   I remember being what?  Eleven?  And babysitting the baby boy from
across the street.  I sucked on his tiny penis, teased his miniscule ball
sac with my mouth, and inserted my little finger in his baby asshole.  I
would have done more but I scared myself.  I think I just didn't quite get
enough of the perversion to be a full blown pedophile.  As I've gotten
older, the huger grows.  I find myself wanting to figure out ways to create
sexual exchanges with very young kids.

   I got new neighbors a year ago.  They are Jane and Michael, and their
son, Alex.  Alex is nine.  There aren't other kids in our neighborhood and
we live too far out for Alex to walk to school.  He walks about a quarter
mile to the bus stop.  Depending on his parents' schedules, one of them
often drops him to the bus stop.  He takes the bus home every day.  Since I
work from home as a writer, Alex comes to my house when he gets home.  His
folks both work long hours - Michael is an attorney, and Jane is an
orthopedic surgeon.  Alex shows up, he does homework, he usually helps me
in the gardens, we cook dinner together, eat, and read or hang out. 
Sometimes we go on adventures - out to dinner, to concerts, plays, whatever
interests us.  In the evenings, if his parents are really late, he sleeps
in one of my guest rooms unless he falls asleep with his head in my lap on
the couch.  Then, I don't have the heart to wake him.  His dad or mom shows
up and wakes him and he goes sleepily home.

   Alex is of average height and pretty lean.  He has a lot of nervous
energy.  He has sandy brown hair that is always askew.  It's thick and wavy
and just does what it wants.  His face is covered with freckles, which I
love.  He hates to be teased about them.

   He's on the swim team and I can already see his lean muscle mass through
his shoulders.  He's a beautiful, sunny child, if sometimes a tad manic. 
He will no doubt grow into a gorgeous man.

   As a new member of swim team, his races aren't long, but he seldom
loses. He is driven, not surprising given the gene pool from which he
sprung.  Last week, Alex came in upset.  He won a race in practice that
morning and one of his teammates accused him of being a grandstander.  He
fumed about the jab all day and when he came in, he was not his usual sunny
sweet self.  He was surly and snappy.  I gave him some distance and hoped
he'd right his mood.  As the product of a smothering mother, I am always
careful to give everyone a lot of room.  I was in the garden turning mulch
into the ground.  He came out and picked up a hote next to me.

   "Hard day, kiddo?"

   "A kid called me a `grandstander' when I won my heat in practice. 
Jesse, what does that mean?  I couldn't tell him I didn't even know what he
meant," he said in a defeated voice.

   "A `grandstander'?  Were you bragging about winning, kiddo?" I softly
asked.

   "No, Jesse!  I was just really excited.  It was my personal best.  Coach
was proud of me and said so, and I was happy.  That's all."

   "Ah, I get it," I said, "the kid you beat was just jealous, honey.  You
didn't try to call a bunch of attention to yourself.  You were just
excited. A `grandstander' is someone who really seeks out attention and
insists on a lot of attention."

   As we turned the soil, Alex said, "Thanks for explaining it, Jesse.  I
was scared to not understand.  I'm not a grandstander, am I?" I stretched
my back and stood up, realizing that my shirt where I'd tied my shirttail
under my breasts had loosened substantially, affording Alex a view of my
naked chest.

   "Yikes!" I said laughing.  "Sorry, Alex, I've apparently come undone."

   I reached up to tie my shirt and Alex said, fully recovered from his
upset, "Wow, Jesse, they're cool!  Don't tie your shirt, I've never seen
any real ones naked before.

   My body immediately responded to his enthusiasm.  I knew I was in
dangerous territory and I needed to change tracks quickly.  "Alex, you're
nine.  You have many, many years still to see a woman's breasts." I knotted
my shirt and said over my shoulder, "I think it's time to get dinner going.
Let's wash up.  Could you turn the water on these starts in the raised bed
before you come in, honey?" I hoped changing the subject would put it to
rest.

   I went inside to the bathroom and washed my face and hands.  Alex came
in and joined me at the sink.  I handed him the soap and saw his eyes
darting to my cleavage.  "Why don't you wear a bra, Jesse?" he asked,
openly staring at my chest.

   "I thought we were finished with this topic.  Why are you being so
persistent?"

   "I don't know, Jesse, I just can't stop thinking about your breasts.  I
want to feel them on my face and touch them with my hands and kiss them. 
When I go to sleep on your lap sometimes, I always want to kiss them.  I
dream about doing that, Jesse.  I have for as long as I knew you." At that
point, he turned away from me, and wiped his eyes.

   My God, I felt so guilty.  Maybe my own desires had telegraphed
themselves to him.  I let him leave the bathroom and stood looking in the
mirror at myself, raven hair, full C breasts, a bit of sag showing my
forty-plus years.  I have a well-toned body from years of swimming and
running and sports.  Full, lush, striking, are words that are often used to
describe me.  I'd call myself an Amazon.  My face was bright red with
embarrassment for causing him pain.  And, likely I felt heated at that very
moment because ....  Because there was a nine year old in the other room
who wanted to suck my breasts.  Fuck.  Now what?  Ask and ye shall receive.
Now what?

   I untied my shirt, left it unbuttoned, and walked into the great-room
where Alex was sitting in my favorite chair.  I laid on the couch,
stretched out my legs, and waited for him to notice.  He sat with his hands
crossed over his chest, looking down, trying to quit crying.

   "Why don't you come over here, honey?" I asked quietly.

   "Because you don..." he looked at me at that point and stopped short. 
"Jesse!  But..."

   "Shh, Alex, just come here." I reached my arms to him and he crawled on
top of me.

   As he came into my arms I opened my shirt and pulled his shirt over his
head.  The shock of his warm body against mine gave me a rush between my
legs.  He got shy and didn't know what to do.

   I took his hand and put it on my breast, and said, "Use your fingers to
play with my nipple, Alex.  Suck on it, too, if you want.  That will make
me feel really good."

   He shimmied down a bit so that he could suckle my breast.

   "OH GEEZUS!" I moaned when his lips locked around my nipple.  He sucked
a lot of tissue into his mouth, and somehow managed to keep a luscious hard
pressure on my nipple at the same time.  He closed his hands around the
rest of my breast, as though he was afraid if he didn't hold on, I would
move it away.  I stroked his hair, his back, and traveled my hand down to
the waistband of his jeans.  I kneaded his little bubble butt through his
jeans and he rocked against me.  I had no idea the depth of his sexual
feelings or capacity.  For as much time as I'd fantasized this moment, I
had not puzzled through the particulars.

   "Alex, that feels so good, honey.  I'm a little uncomfortable out here
on the couch by the window, even if it's to the back grounds.  How about we
go back into my bedroom, honey?" I wanted him naked, and I wanted to take
off my clothes, too, but was worried I would scare him.

   "You're not going to make me stop, Jesse?" he looked up at me with the
sweetest expression, part amazed, part hungry.

   "No, A, I'm not.  We can talk more about it when we get back there,
okay?" He stood up and solemnly reached his hand to me and we walked
together to the staircase and up to my suite of rooms on the top floor of
the house.  He'd never been in my rooms before and he walked in and saw the
art, which had a decidedly erotic tone.  Black and white nudes, some large
representational oils of men, women, groups in various congress.

   "Sit with me here on the bed for a second, Alex.  We need to have a
talk. We're really good friends now, aren't we?"

   "Yes, Jesse, we are.  And, I know what you're going to say.  You want me
to promise to never tell anyone about this.  And, I won't, I swear!"

   "That is a piece of it, Alex, but there's more.  I want to know more
about what you think about, honey.  Is it just my breasts?"

   He blushed deeply and said, "Well, I think about your whole self naked,
not just your breasts.  I saw my mom and dad one time in their bedroom, and
mom was on her hands and knees and dad was behind her and I know what they
were doing and I know I'm not big enough for that, but sometimes I think
about when I DO get big enough, I imagine you are like that with me."

   "Alex, would you want to take off all your clothes with me?" I asked and
watched his response carefully.

   "Could we, Jesse?  I would LOVE that.  Your skin is so soft!  I've never
seen a lady all naked really."

   "Stand up, honey, and face me."

   He jumped off the bed and stood at attention.  I laughed and said, "This
isn't boot camp, honey, relax.  I just want us to watch each other while we
get naked."

   I took a deep breath and let my shirt fall off my shoulders.  Then, I
unbuttoned my 501s, and slipped them and my panties off in one movement. 
Quietly, I said, "Now it's your turn, A."

   He stared at me in amazement, and as he slipped off his jeans and little
white boy underwear, I was delighted to see that he had a stellar little
hard on.  His little boy cock was about four inches long and looked as
though it was going to be really thick.  His ball sac would also grow to
hang low and be substantial, I imagined.

   "Hey, Alex, you're gorgeous, you know that?"

   "Gosh, Jesse, so are you!"

   I sat on the edge of the bed and patted the spot beside me.  He jumped
up and tried to put his arm around my shoulders.  It was the sweetest
gesture, familiar, tender, and demonstrating his comfort with me.  I
touched his penis and asked softly, "How long has this been happening,
honey?  How long have you been getting erections?"

   He leaned back on his elbows as I stroked him lightly.  "Nobody has ....
Nobody has ever done that to me be be be...fore, Jesse.  That feels so
good!"

   I realized that we really did need to finish the conversation, so I
stopped and lay down on my belly to talk to him.  I said, "Honey, you were
right about not telling your parents.  I could get into more trouble than
you could even begin to imagine if anyone found out.  So, you have to
promise to talk to me if you get weirded out okay, buddy?  This would be a
lot of pressure for you, because it's a HUGE secret, and kids aren't always
so good with big secrets."

   Alex got a sad expression on his face and he turned to look into my
eyes. He welled up and said, "Jesse, I know how to keep secrets.  My mom
told my grandma that my dad isn't my real dad.  I overheard her and told
her I did, and she told me I can't tell dad because he'd be so sad, and
that was when I was six.  I've never told and I won't.  Mom got raped and
she didn't tell dad.  She was afraid he'd go find the guy who hurt her and
kill him, and she was so scared.  So, then she had me.  So, Jesse, I won't
tell.  I give you my word."

   I was stunned and it was my turn to get teary.  I scooted up to the
headboard and took Alex in my arms and cuddled him to my breast.  We both
cried.  He was so young and in that moment, I realized he'd lost his
innocence way too young.  And, I also realized he wasn't kidding about not
telling a secret.  Suddenly in a rush, I felt the heat of lust and passion
overtake me.  I put my breast at his mouth and he sucked.  His hands again
touched me, my face, my breasts.  I reached between his legs and held his
penis, feeling it stiffen immediately at my touch, I stroked it wondering
if he would ejaculate.  He rocked against me, and I felt my body engorge.
His vigorous suckling made me crazy.  I didn't know what he was capable of,
and knew that I wanted to learn.

   I said, "Alex, I want you to scoot down a little so that you can reach
between my legs with your hand.  Good boy."

   I opened my legs and put his hand between them.  "Pretend like you're
doing a cubscout salute, honey, give me your two fingers.  Feel that little
hard part inside me?  That's my pearl.  When you rub it in little circles
with your two fingers, you'll make me feel really really good.  And,
there's other stuff you can do.  You can lick down there.  And, I can lick
you."

   Not wanting to give him too much at one time, I let him use his fingers
on my pearl.  I was moaning softly, encouraging him.  "Oooh, baby, that
feels soooo good.  Just like that." I began rocking against him, feeling my
orgasm coming fast upon me.

   "You like this, Jesse?  Am I doing it right?" he asked.

   "Perfect, Alex, don't stop.  If I make loud noise, don't worry, it's
just because I feel REALLY good.  Oh baby, YES!  You're going to make me
cum, and that's REALLY GOOD!" I gripped his hand against me and moved it
down inside my vagina, keeping contact with my pearl as his little fist
slipped snuggly inside me.  "That's right, Alex, in and out, just keep your
fist closed like that.  Oh my God, Alex, YES!"

   I gripped his fist inside me and diddled my pearl and screamed into my
arm across my face.  Wave after wave crashed over me.

   I took his arm out of me and brought it to his mouth.  "Here, baby,
taste me." He licked his hand and closed his eyes.  Catlike, he lapped,
opening his hand and licking all of my copious cum off of it.

   As he licked, I moved down and positioned myself between his legs.  I
put my nose between his legs and inhaled his lovely little boy smell, so
sweet, clean, precious.  I spread his legs widely and lifted him up a
little and buried my face in his ball sac and began licking down into his
crack.  My tongue hit his tiny rosebud and he squeaked.  I held him and
cooed, "Shhhh, it's okay, just relax, baby." I licked and licked, balls,
bottom, opening his hole with my tongue.  I reached to the bedside table
and got some lube.  I lubed his bottom and said, "Alex, I'm going to put my
finger inside your bottom and then I'm going to put your penis and balls in
my mouth." I figured if I massaged his baby prostate, I might make him
ejaculate.

   I took his cock and balls all in my mouth together, just barely.  The
girth on his little cock was impressive.  Then, I pressed my middle finger
against his bottom and moving my mouth back and forth on his cock and
balls, I slowly inserted my finger in his anus.

   "Jesse!" He yelled.  His small hand grabbed at my head.  He grabbed my
hair, gripping hard.  My finger rubbed his prostate, which was clearly
swollen, so I knew that he was likely capable of cumming.  "What are you
DOING?  Oh, PLEASE, don't stop!"

   I had no intentions of stopping.  I wanted to fuck him forever, to crawl
inside him, to bring him to the brink and back him down for hours.  I
wanted to make love to this child all night.  I began to move my finger in
and out, rubbing in a circle on his prostate when I penetrated, and sucking
his cock and balls still pretty gently.

   I felt his prostate beginning to harden and tasted saltiness in my
mouth. I backed my mouth off his balls and sucked his penis, taking it out
of my mouth to look.  Sure enough, small drips of precum.

   "Oh honey, I want you to shoot for me, Alex.  Let me have your sweet
cum, babyboy."

   "Huh, Jesse, what?"

   "Nevermind, baby, just fuck my face and my finger."

   I got more lube and started moving inside him faster.  His prostate was
hard now, the size of a small grape.  I could feel his penis taking on more
definition as he seemed to be nearing his first orgasm.

   "Jesse!  Jesse!  Something's happening!  I feel
all....woooooo.....Jesseeeeeeeee!"

   I was fucking him fast and sucking hard, pulling on his little balls
some.  He rode my face, pulled my hair and began spurting in my mouth.  He
cum was sweet, and came in sharp short bursts.

   When he finished, I slowly slid my finger out of him.  I moved up and
held him again, feeling his heart racing.

   "Oh, Alex, that was the first time you had an orgasm, wasn't it?"

   "I don't know what that was, but it sure was the first time I did it. 
Can I do it again?" I laughed and said, "Oh, yea, honey, you certainly can.
And, soon.  Did it feel good to have my finger in your bottom?"

   "Oh man, Jesse, at first it was creepy, but it felt SO GOOD!"

   "I'm really glad, A, because I love doing that.  So, when you spurted
from your penis, that was an ejaculation.  The stuff you spurted, semen, is
what makes babies.  When you're old enough to have sex with girls, you'll
have to wear a condom so that you don't make a baby.  But, pretty soon, I'm
going to show you how to put your penis inside me, and you won't have to
wear a condom, because I can't get pregnant.  And, I want to feel you cum -
that's another word for `ejaculate' - inside me."

   "And, when you were shaking and moaning, were you ejaculating, too?"

   "You're a smart boyo, you know that?" I was having an orgasm, but
mostly, girls don't ejaculate.  We get really wet inside, like you saw, but
it's different.  Come here, Alex, I want to kiss you."

   I leaned over him and looked into his sweet, open face.  I saw the hint
of the wound of his secret in a worry line on his way too young forehead.
The sun's kisses on his face were incomparably sweet.  His full lips
maddened me.  His steel grey eyes were large and worldly.  "I want to teach
you how to kiss, okay?" "Okay, Jesse.  I'll try hard to do good."

   "I know, baby.  Just close your eyes and listen with your lips and
mouth. Does that make sense?"

   "Yea, like when I lie in bed at night and try to hear the moon crawling
across the sky?"

   "That's right, baby, when you try to hear the universe.  That's a good
start." "I can do that, Jesse," he said, and closed his eyes.

   I put my hand on his cheek and softly touched his lips with mine.  He
moaned a little bit and I used my tongue very lightly to outline his lips.
I paused and there he was, doing the same thing to me.  I then put my lips
more firmly on his, kissing him fully.  He breathed me in and followed me.
I pressed my tongue inside gently, found his, and sucked.  Alex put his
hands around my neck and head, and pulled me closer to him.  I quit
worrying about instructing him, and just relaxed.  We played back and
forth. If we'd been dancing, he would have been the perfect follow.  The
rhythm between us was wild.  This nine year old child.

   I reached my hand down and felt his erection standing straight up.  I
rolled him on top of me.  I couldn't continue kissing him and have him
penetrate me, as the difference between our heights was too substantial. 
"I want to feel you on top of me, with your penis inside me."

   I spread my legs really wide and helped him guide his little cock inside
me.  "Now, baby, just rock back and forth inside me there, as soft or as
hard as you want.  Just do what feels good, Alex."

   His eyes got REALLY wide as my wetness gripped him.  He began moving in
and out, slipped out one time, then reoriented himself and began thrusting,
short fast thrusts.  I touched my pearl as he fucked me, and he groaned
when I did.  "Good, Jesse, do that!"

   I rubbed against him and clenched as tightly as I could on his cock,
realizing that it wouldn't be too long before he was really well hung, this
little man.  "That's great, Alex, fuck me hard, baby, give it to me." He
found his stride and really jackhammered me.  He was just rubbing the tip
of my cervix, which was the spot that would make me wild.  The speed of his
attack was that which only a kid could sustain.  It was wild and
incredible. He grabbed hold of my hands for leverage and slammed himself
against me, slapslapslap, a sense of wonder playing across his face.

   My fingers flew on my clit and I felt my vagina contract and soon I was
gripping his cock in cascading spasms of a double clitoral and vaginal
orgasm.  He let out another yell, "JESSE!!!!!!" and lost his rhythm and
pulled his cock out of me and gripped it and rubbed it hard and fast,
squirting on my belly.  "I'm sorry, Jesse!  I just had to see what was
happening!  I'm so sorry!" I laughed and said, "Oh, god, Alex, that's
GREAT! Don't be sorry!  Your cum on my tummy is so sexy!" I took a dollop
and put it in my mouth, and another and put it in his.  Taste yourself,
honey, it's sweet and good, just like you." He tasted it and frowned and
puzzled, and I laughed again.  I grabbed him and tossed him on the bed and
kissed him and licked his body and tickled him, saying, "Alex, Alex, my
little babylover.  I love you!"

   "I LOVE YOU, TOO, JESSE!!!!!" He tickled me back and we made a huge mess
of the bed, ending in a pillow fight.  Finally, we laughed ourselves out
and lay on the bed resting.

   I got very serious and said, "Alex, there's something else very
important." Immediately on alert, A said, "What, Jesse," all quiet.

   "If we don't feed you, you won't have enough fuel in your to kick that
boy's ASS tomorrow morning, you little GRANDSTANDER!"

   Not giving him enough time to respond, I ran into the bathroom and
turned on the shower, hollering, "Get in here and clean up.  You ain't
cooking in my kitchen all cummy and sweaty!"

   He followed me into the shower and we showered in record time and then,
hand in hand, me in my robe, and him in his pjs left at my house for late
nights, we went to the kitchen to make some dinner, both knowing that that
this was only the first in what we hoped would be many chapters of a story
we'd just begun.
   


  
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