Everybody has a hobby -- at least everyone I know does. Mine is restoring old cars, usually from the fifties. I do the mechanical work but a friend of mine does the body.

So, anyway, a couple of years ago I was on the crawler underneath my latest when the little girl next came into the garage. Nothing special about that; she frequently comes over here from her house next door. She was 9 at the time -- a fourth-grader. "Hi, Mr. Fletcher," she said as she sat on the stool next to the workbench.

I couldn't see her from where I was lying under the car but we were old friends by then and  the voice was certainly familiar. "Hi, Amy," I called back. "What's new?"

"Nothing."

"Anything interesting at school?"

"Nope. I don't like school."

"Why not?" I grunted, trying to break a rusted nut loose.

"'Cuz the boys always tease me."

"What do they do?

"They pull my hair and call me 'skinny.'"

"Well, they're just being boys."

"But why do they do that?"

"Because you're pretty and they want you to notice them."

"I'm not pretty. Beth is pretty but I'm not."

Beth is her older sister, probably 15 at the time and boy-crazy.

Sure you are. I think you're even prettier than Beth."

"You do?"

"Yes, I do."

"But she has boobs and everything."

"You will, too, one of these days. Boobs aren't everything. I like your face and you always dress so pretty and you have nice legs."

"You think so?"

"I wouldn't say so if I didn't."

"Beth always dresses so sexy. Mom got real mad at her one day when she found out Beth wasn't wearing panties."

"Well, some girls do and some don't." I was losing my concentration as our conversation drifted toward the subject of Beth's panties, or lack of same. Beth was indeed a looker but she had no class. She wore too much makeup and her clothes were almost streetwalker-style - dresses that barely covered her girlie parts both upstairs and downstairs. Her boobs were always on dsplay. They weren't large but Beth wore push-up bras and low-cut tops so that there were always two mounds poking up from whatever she was wearing. As to panties, she never flashed me but, if Amy was right about her going 'natural,' the rest of the world, certainly the younger world, must have seen some beaver from time to time. I wasn't working any more and I was begining to develop a 'woodie' just imagining Beth without panties.

"Why don't some girls wear panties?

"I guess they don't like the elastic around their waist and legs. And some girls tell me they like the feeling of fresh air circulating around their...ummm.. what do you call it down there? I wasn't thinking about the car or the rusted bolt any more. Now I was thinking about pussy. I scooted out from under the car so I could see Amy.

"I call it my pee hole. Beth calls hers her pussy."

"Ok. So Beth likes to feel the fresh air around her pussy."

"That's wierd."

I don't know why I said it. Amy was only eight and I didn't have any special feeings for her; she was just the girl next door, a sweet, pretty girl who liked to drop in and talk about stuff. Today the talk was about her sister's panties. "You should try it sometime -- not wearing panties, I mean." My dick was starting to rule my brain, I think.

"I think my mom would get mad."

"Probably. So here's what, just dress like you usually do, in a nice dress and with your panties on. But, after you get outside, go behind the house or something and take the panties off and walk around without them for a little while. Just don't forget to put them back on before you go inside again."

"You think so?"

"Wouldn't hurt to try." Now this was getting interesting.

"Ok. Maybe tomorrow."

Just like that. I'm sure this was just an academic exercise in her mind but it was sure exciting "Little Willy" down there. I had to reach down and adjust him as he was stiffening and becoming uncomfortable. She must have noticed my hand fumbling around in my crotch.

"Do you wear panties?"

"Underpants, sweetie. Boys panties are called underpants."

"So, do you wear underpants?"

"Sometimes," I lied. I ALWAYS wear underwear but this was getting more and more interesting.

"Are you wearing them today?

"Yes."

"Will you be wearing them tomorrow?'

"I'm not sure," I lied some more. Well, maybe it wasn't a lie. Now that the subject had arisen (no pun intended), I just might NOt wear underwear tomorrow. Who knows where that might lead?

"Maybe we could both not wear anything under our clothes tomorrow," she offered.

"Would you like that?"

"Yeah. It would be fun."

"Ok. So I won't wear underpants, either. You make sure to wear a dress so you can see how it feels to have nice fresh air all around your pussy. I have to wear pants, 'cause a dress would look funny on me."

"Silly!" The conversation lagged a while before she said, "I gotta go now. See you tomorrow."

"Ok," I said, now sporting a major erection. I coouldn't tell if she saw it and, if she did, if she knew what it was. I heard the door close as she left. I was done for the day -- or at least for the next couple of hours. I had to go into the house and take care of 'Little Willy.'
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Sure enough. The next day, Sunday afternoon, Amy showed up again and, again, I was on my back under the car. I heard the door open and close as she entered. "That you, Amy?"  called.

"Yes, Mr. Fletcher."

I heard footsteps across the floor and then I saw Amy's feet where she stood, straddling my legs where they stuck out from under the car.

"Guess what?" she asked.

"What?"

"I'm not wearing panties today," she said.

I rolled out on my crawler, fully expecting Amy to move from where she stood. But she didn't budge and I found myself looking  straight up under her dress. SHe had her legs apart to straddle me and I could see the most delightful little-girl pussy peeking down at me -- winking at me, so to speak. 

"So you're not!" Little Willy immediately jumped to attention. She still made no attempt to move.

"So... are you wearing any today?"

I had purposely not worn any in the hope that something -- I didn't know what -- might happen today. "No," I answered.

"Can I see yours?"

"My what?"

"Your ...thing.'"

"I'm not sure I should, sweetie."

"I showed you mine."

"Yes, you did and it's pretty and I thank you."

"So you should show me yours."

"Well, you see. Older guys like me aren't suposed to go around showing their 'things' to little girls."

"I won't tell."

"No, I'm sure you won't." I wasn't sure. "There are some things that people do that are supposed to be kept private and showing each other their 'things' is one of those."

"I promise."

I neeeded some leverage. "You know, if your mom found out you weren't wearing any panties when you came over here today, she'd be very mad at you."

"Yeah."

"But if I don't say anything, she'll never know, right"

"Yeah."

"So, if I don't say anything and you don't say anything, then we can look at each other all the time and not get into trouble, right?"

"Yeah."

"So this will be our little secret, ok?"

Yeah."

"Promise?"

"Yeah, I promise. Now will you show me?"

"Ok." By this time, Little Willy was rod-like stiff. I rolled out from under Amy and  stood. She stood in rapt atention as I undid my belt and my fly and slowly dropped my pants. She had to bend down to get a look, since my shirt tail was covering me. She lifted the fabric and said very softly, "Cool," as my cock waved right in front of her face. "That's really neat. Thank you," she continued.

That's all she wanted. She was content just to show me hers and to see mine. 

She climbed up on the stool again. "Oooh. This feels funny on my butt -- the seat, I mean. But I like it."


I refastened my pants and belt and the conversation drifted off to other things that day. It was not until the followng Sunday that Amy appeared in my garage again. I was standing at my workbench when the side door opened and Amy greeted me with a joyful, "Hi, Mr. Fletcher."

"Hi, sweetie. Whatcha been up to?"

"Nothin'," she said. "Just school."

"School's important."

"I know. You keep telling me." She sat silently for a while, watching me file down the end of a bolt. Then she spoke up. "Could I ask you something, Mr. Fletcher?"

"Of course, Amy. You can ask me anything."

"Well," she started, speaking slowly, "Mom and Dad went out last night and Beth was babysitting me."

"That's nice."

"But Beth invited her boyfriend over to watch TV."

"Is that a problem?"

"No. They just sit on the sofa and make out after I go to bed."

"Ok."

"Sometimes I sneak back down and watch them, you know, doing stuff."

"What kind of stuff?"

"Well, usually, it's just kissing and stuff."

"Yeah?"

"Ummm...Sometimes he rubs her boobs and one time she took her top off so he could lick them."

"Ok. People do that all the time."

"Yeah. Well, last night she was just lying down on the sofa and he had his face down between her legs doing something.  I couldn't see what."

"Oh, wow! That's SERIOUS making out."

"Yeah. And then, after a while, he laid down and she had her head down between HIS legs and her head was going up and  down real funny like. I couldn't tell what she was doing but I think he liked it 'cuz he was making al these funny sounds."

"Oh."

"So, do YOU know what they were doing?, Mr. Fletcher? I never seen anything like that."

"Yes, I think I do, Amy."

"So???" she said, spreading her arms as if to say, 'So, tell me, dummy.' This presented a dilemma. Is this something a neighbor talks about with his nine-year-old neighbor? But Amy seemed like a very mature and inquisitive nine-year-old. So far, her interest in all things sexual seemed to be just curiosity.

I wiped my hands and prepared for a long discussion. "Well, Amy, making out can involve a lot of things and it seems Beth and her boyfriend are experimenting with some of them."

"Like what?"

'Ummm... like oral sex."

"What's that?

"That's when a girl or boy uses his or her mouth and tongue to give pleasure to the other."

"But he was down by her.. ummm ... pee hole."

"Yes. And she was down by his. Actually, not near it but AT it."

"Yuck! That's gross!"

"Not really. It might seem that way if you haven't tried it. But it's not bad, actually, and it feels really, really good to the recipient."

"It still seems gross."

Maybe, but that's what they were doing."

"So what does he do when he's down there?"

I was starting to get a little nervous now. "He licks her pussy."

"So?? Is that supposed to feel good?"

"Yes. And, believe me, it does."

"You've done that with a girl?"

"Many times."

"Wow!"

"Amy, there are many things people do that they don't talk about. Sex is one of those things. It's a private thing between just two people. Everybody does these things but they don't talk about them to others."

"Everybody? Like Mom and Dad?

"Yes."

"Like you and Mrs. Fletcher?"

"Yes."

"Oh, wow!" Amy was deep in thought for a few seconds. I had already lost interest in the bolt I was shortening. Then she continued, "So, would you show me what it's like? Look. I'm not wearing panties today." She pulled up her dress and opened her legs wide to show me. Her little-girl pussy stared at me. She reached down with one hand and rubbed it briefly.

Damn! This little girl knows how to push the envelope! What an offer -- and out of the blue. Things could easily get out of hand. I had always been faithful to my wife. We had had two children who, by now, were grown and lived on their own. I've also never had any particular interest in preteen girls. Sure, I've drooled over a few 15-year-olds wearing way too little in the mall in summer, but never with any interest beyond just looking at gorgeous female figures.

The wife was out shopping for clothes or something and wouldn't be back for a couple of hours. But if I did something with this little vixen and she told, I'd be up shit creek. Could I trust her to keep her mouth shut? I didn't know. But Little Willy took over about this time, doing all the decision-making for me.

"You remember I said people do these things but never talk about them?"

"Yeah. I won't talk."

"It's important, sweetie. Because if anyone finds out we've been doing stuff we'll BOTH be in a heap of trouble. BIG trouble."

"I know. I won't say anything."

"So, you really want to know about this?"

"Yeah. Will you show me?"

"Ok. But there's got to be a better place." I looked around and saw an old sleeping bag rolled up on a shelf. I unrolled it, folded it to double thickness, and laid it down on the garage floor. "Lie down here," I told her. She hopped off the stool, lifted her dress and assumed the position on the bag, knees wide apart. I dropped down on hands and knees and crawled in closer. Amy had her head raised up so she could watch what I was about to do.

I put one hand on each of her knees and began to kiss the insides of her thighs. She watched intently. "Oooh, that tickles!" she cried as my kisses reached the more sensitive upper thigh area. 

Then I centered myself on that little slit, extended my tongue and gave it a quick swipe. "Ooof!" she said again. But this time she slammed her legs shut against my ears.

"Did I hurt you?"

"No."

"Should I stop?"

"No, it feels good

"Open up, then. I need to be able to move." She spread wide again but, this time, she held my head in her hands so she could push me away again if the sensations got too severe. I resumed my licking, dragging my tongue upwards through her slit. She made no further movement or sound but relaxed now, lowered her head and simply enjoyed my tongueing.

This was definitely a little-girl pussy. There was no sign of inner labia or clitoris. But her outer labia, tiny pillows of soft flesh flanking her slit did open a bit to reveal some moist pink. I'm not sure if the moistness came from her or from my own saliva. I licked her for perhaps five minutes before she finally pushed my head away and said, "That feels nice." She was done. No orgasm, no heavy breathing, just, 'It feels nice.'

I sat up on my haunches and Amy propped herself up on her elbows. "So that's oral sex?" she asked quietly.

"Yeah. That's part of it." I still had my pants on and my cock was hurting from having stiffened while being confined. At least I had the foresight not to wear underwear today, in the hope that Amy might show up and want to see it again.

"So, what was Beth doing when she had her head down there?" she asked, pointing at my crotch.

"She was giving him what we call a 'blow job.'"

"What's a blow job."

"She was sucking his dick."

"You mean with her mouth?"

"Yeah."

"That sounds yucky."

"You said that the other day. It's not."

"So, how does it work, the blow job, I mean?"

"Well, she puts his dick in her mouth and sucks on it while she moves her hand up and down around it."

"Can you show me?"

"WE can show you."

"Does it taste bad?"

"No. Just different."

"Does it taste good?"

"It's not the taste. It's the feeling."

"What do you mean."

"You'll have to try it to find out."

"Will I like it?"

"I think so. Most girls do. But, mainly, they do it because they know it feels really, really good to the boy. He licks her; she sucks him.. Fair is fair."

She thought about that for a few seconds before sitting up and saying, "Ok. Show me." That was all I needed. Amy sat there on the sleeping bag and watched while I stood and removed my trousers. Little Willy was already hard and relived to be unfettered; he popped out and stood pointing directly at her face. "It would work best if I laid down where you are and you get between my legs," I told her.

"Ok." We switched places and, as I lay down, Amy pushed my shirt tail higher to get Willy out in the open. "Wow," she said almost in a whisper. Her eyes went from my cock to my face and back again as she studied it.

"Wrap your fingers around it," I instructed. She did, carefully. "Now put the head of it in your mouth, sorta like a popsicle. She was indecisive for a bit and then lowered her head to put in her mouth. "Careful of the teeth.  Teeth hurt. Use your lips, sweetie. Suck it."

She followed my instructions as I gave them but there wasn't a whole lot of sensation, just a kind of vacuum on the head that didn't do much for me. "Move your hand up and down, sweetie." She was watching my eyes as she began to stroke me slowly, gently. "Ok, sweetie. Keep doing what you're doing but now rub your tongue along the bottom of it. MMMmm. Good girl." She was following every instructions perfectly, her face showing total concentration, and it was becoming a real blowjob.

Amy lifted her mouth off my dick and asked, "Am I doing it right?"

"Yes, dear. It feels great. Now do it some more." Her mouth engulfed the head of my dick once more and she resumed her stroking, sucking and tongue action. After a minute or two, she came up for air again and asked, "How long do I have to do this?"

"That depends," I said. "As long as you want. But, if you do it right and for long enough, you can make my baby-making juice come out."

"Really?"

"Yes. And that's what feels really super-good to a boy."

"Cool," she said, wiping saliva off her mouth. "Could we do that sometime?"

"Sure."

"So, what happens when the baby-making stuff comes out? Where does it go?"

"That depends. Some girls like to let it come out into their mouths and then swallow it; they like the taste. Other girls spit it out and some like to have it come out all over their titties and stomachs. They rub it onto their titties 'cause people say it makes them grow faster and bigger. When you see a girl with big titties it means she's given lots and lots of blowjobs and rubbed all the cum onto them." I couldn't believe the bullshit I was delivering but Amy was young and naive and took it all in.

"What does it look like?"

"Well, it's kinda white and sticky. There's nothing else that looks or tastes quite like it. You have to see it to understand."

"Could I see some?"

"I'd like to show you some but it doesn't just come out for no reason. A sexy girl has to make it come out. I'll bet Beth can make her boyfriend shoot out lots of it."

"Maybe. But I'm not sexy. I'm only nine."

"Nine-year-old girls can be sexy. Any girl who takes her clothes off so a boy can see her titties and pussy is sexy. And any girl who takes her clothes off and gives a boy a blow job is super-sexy. You can be sexy and make the white stuff come out."

"You think so?"

"Yeah. Try it."

"Ok. But how long will it take? I gotta be home soon."

"Not long. Maybe 10 minutes -- if you try really hard."

"I already did it for 10 minutes and nothing happened."

"You did it for maybe 5 minutes and part of that time you were just learning.

"So, if I do it for 5 minutes more the white stuff will come out?"

"I don't know. It's not just a matter of time. You have to make my dick feel really, really good for a while and, if you do it right, it'll spurt out. Sometimes it takes a little while to learn and it helps if you're as sexy as possible, showing me your pussy and letting me lick it or maybe even rub my dick against it."

"So, what should I do?"

"Tell you what. You suck me for a while and then I'll rub my dick against your pussy and that will probably do it."

"Ok. Lie down again." I did and she moved between my legs. She was still naked but her pussy was facing the other direction. All I had to go on was the feeling of her mouth and tongue on my cock. I needed to make an expert of her in minutes. "Keep your hand moving up and down," I told her. "Put as much in your mouth as is comfortable and then rub your tongue along the underside; that's the best feeling. Suck hard, sweetie." I watched her cheeks cave in as she worked on me. Her little tongue was moving to and fro rapidly. Geez! She was doing a great job so I just laid back and enjoyed her work.

After maybe 5 minutes I could feel by cock and balls responding. "Lie down, baby. Let's switch places."

"Did I do good?"

"You sure did." I rolled over to make room for her on the sleeping bag. She laid down and spread her legs while I crept forward until my hard cock was nestled in her slit. Then I started to move it forward and backward, sawing gently along the furrow. It felt better when I let the tip slide down toward her little anus and then used the tip to plow as deeply as I could without entering her. She was still much too small to take my cock, it seemed. But the sensation to my glans as it rubbed against her pussy was incredible.

Amy relaxed and let her knees fall to the sides. "Does this feel good?" I asked her.

"Oh, yes. It's soft and warm and making me feel all tingly."

"Good. It feels wonderful to me. It won't be long before the white stuff comes out." She closed her eyes and just let me have my way with her. In a minute or two I noticed that both of us were breathing loudly and I was beginning to perspire from the effort of holding myself up with my arms so I could watch my cock plowing her. Once or twice, the head started to lodge itself in her pussy just under where her clitoris should be before slipping out and up. I didn't see any clit but Amy would gasp whenever this happened. There must have been a vestigial clit in there somewhere because she was responding to attention there.

A few minutes of this and I could feel my balls tighten as I got close. "We're close, baby," I told her. She lay motionless. Two or three more strokes and I said, "Here comes." She propped herself up on her elbows just as I began to shoot my load -- a large load, since my wife and I hadn't had sex in a while. The first shot caught her square in the face.

"Eeww," she cried and twisted onto one elbow so she could wipe the cum from her cheek. I used my hand to stroke and deliver the next several spurts, which landed on her chest and stomach. "Wow," she exclaimed. "That's a lot!"

"Rub it onto your titties," I said. She looked down at the strings of cum and then used her free hand to smear it all over herself, smiling at me as she did.

"That's so cool."

"Taste it," I told her. "Here. Suck the little bit that's left in me. That way you'll know how it'll taste next time when you let it come out into your mouth." I scooted up to where my cock was just an inch from her.

She looked at me, then at my cock, with a little cum oozing from the tip. Finally, always the curious girl, she wrapped her lips around the head and vacuumed the remaining cum from me. "Mmmm," she said, licking her lips and savoring the taste. "You're right. It doesn't taste like anything else but it's not bad. I kinda like it. Maybe we can do this again."

"I hope so."

"But I gotta go now." 

There's a little bathroom in my garage. I put some warm water on a washcloth and wiped her down as she stood on the sleeping bag, naked as a jaybird. Then she quickly put her clothes back on and darted out the door with a wave to me. "See ya, Mr. Fletcher."

And she did. We had regular oral sex for the next two years, before she asked me one day to see if she had grown enough for me to 'put it in.'

But that's another story.

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This story is just for our amusement -- yours and mine. I enjoy reading and writing good, realistic stories about older men and younger girls. They are fiction, however, strictly the product of an over-active imagination. So, if I've gotten you hard (or wet, for my female readers), then I've done well. If I haven't, if something is missing or out of place or just plain unrealistic, please let me know. Write me at:

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