Love in the afternoon

by JimBob 
copyright 2010

Mg cons, mast, oral

A story of three days of bliss spent with a small French girl. 
An old lecher's dreams come true.

  I had always wanted to spend a month in one of the small
cottages near the hotel, and when the phone call came that one
was available I jumped at the chance, though it strained my
vacation budget somewhat.

  I had no problem getting away, as I had vacation time coming,
and when I was all moved in, I was very happy.  I  could eat most
of my meals in the hotel dining room, and spent my days exploring
the sights of Nice and Cannes and the quaint little village I was
currently in.  I especially loved to wander the clean beaches of
South France.

  I am quite interested in children, especially small girls and
the possibility of friendly and perhaps little romantic
encounters, and I knew that little French girls were inclined to
be most accommodating when it came to helping old men get it off,
so to speak.  I watched the people going across to the beach and
back, and noticed on my second day, one small girl crossed over
and seemed to wander idly along the beach by herself. The third
day was the same.  In the afternoon I was watching for her, and
when I saw her cross over to the beach after lunch, I was not far
behind her.  I'm sure she was a local girl, as the tourists did
not allow their children such unsupervised access to the beach.
Now to see if she would talk to a stranger.  I caught up to her
as she was strolling along, and fell in beside her.

  “Do you know the beach well, little girl?”  She probably would
not understand a word I say, I thought, but at least, she hasn't
ran off screaming... Yet.

  “oh yes!  I live in the hotel.  You are in cabin number three,
I saw you come in.”

  Wonder of wonders!  She spoke perfect English and she was
friendly.  She could have been a daughter of some of the hired
help.  “I wonder if you would mind showing an old man around the
beach.  I have never been here before.”

  “No I don't mind.  Come along with me.  My name is Babette. 
What is your name?”

  “Hello Babette.  My name is Bob.  May I ask, how does a little
French girl know to speak such perfect English?  Do you speak
French as well?”

  “Yes.  My Maman is English and my Papa is French.  I have
always known both English and French.”

  “Well, you are much smarter than me.  I only know a couple of
words of French. Bonjour!” As I said it, I bent down and kissed
her on each cheek, and seeing her lips pursed in surprise, I
planted a light kiss on that luscious little opening for good
measure. “You are a beautiful Mademoiselle.”  By the way she
giggled when I said it, I knew I had either said it or used it
wrong.  So we both laughed and then she took my hand and led me
along.

  “Come!  I will show you my favorite view of the Sea.”

  As we walked together I looked down at her.  Brown hair in
pigtails, brown eyes and a perfect complexion.  Straight little
body in a short light summer dress, with a lot of bare shoulders
and chest and back.  If she had anything growing yet on top, she
would be showing a dangerous amount of cleavage.  As it was, when
she swung her arms, I caught little flickers of pink areola on
her flat little chest.  Her round little tummy filled out the
middle of her dress and possibly shortened it a little in front.
Only the top of her thighs were covered, and she must have had a
very brief pair of panties on, as the sides of the dress flipped
almost up to her bare hips as she occasionally skipped for a step
or two.  Little Babette liked to show off her body, and she had a
very nice little body to show off.  Did her Maman know how her
daughter displays herself?

  Babette lead me toward a rock outcropping  It stuck out into
the sea a little ways.  The child scrambled up the rocks like a
monkey, and I saw a lot of her little rear in a pair of very,
very brief, very sheer pale pink panties.  They were so sheer and
pale it is hard to tell where panty ends, and girl skin begins. 
I watched her and adjusted my erection as it arose at the sight.
She caught me at it and I heard her little peal of laughter at
the old man's expense.  The girl was hardly six, and she already
knew how to tease.  I was looking forward to a very interesting
afternoon, and perhaps a little more?

  “Can you climb up Bob?” She called down to me.

  “I had better not attempt that slope, my dear.”  I called to
her.  “I will scale that easy path and join you at the top.”  She
disappeared over the edge.

  I wound my way up the easy path, which wasn't that easy. I saw
Babette sitting on a bench looking out over the sea.  No one else
was up here, indeed, no one else was even close on the beach as I
saw in a final look around as I stopped for a moment to catch my
breath.  I doubted many tourists would make that climb.

  My girl guide was sitting on the bench kicking one leg.  I had
recently read that a way for girls to masturbate is to adjust
their legs just so, so the clit is stimulated by the motion of
the swinging leg squeezing and opening the slit.  I wondered...

  “Hi slow poke!  Do you like the view?”

  “It is lovely.  I love to watch the sailboats.”

  “Me too.”  She turned toward me as I sat down beside her.

  I swung my head around to scan the horizon.  No one can see us
from land because of the way the rock formation is tilted.  No
one can come closer than a half mile at sea because of the rocks
sticking up in the sea.  Ah, we were in a very secluded spot,
indeed.

  I started to make my move.  “What a pretty sun outfit you have
on!  Do the panties match the dress?”  I very pointedly looked at
the panty crotch she was showing off with her one leg up, one leg
down position.  The panties hid nothing, they were designed to
show off her charms.  I could see her cunt lips straining the
material, and could see them right through the material.  My cock
was hard and throbbing in my walking shorts.

  ”No.  This dress does not have matching panties.  This is the
first thong Maman has allowed me to buy.”

  “Thong?  What is a thong?  I've never seen one of those.  I
never even heard of it before.”  This was not exactly true.  What
was Maman thinking?  A thong?  Six years old, and a thong?

  “Yes.  It is the latest style.  Look!”

  The girl raised her dress.  I saw a barely covered little body
that took my breath away.  She stood, and turned around slowly
before me, holding her dress high all the while.  She may as well
have been naked.  The soft material was a small triangular shaped
piece in front, with the apex of the triangle pointing down and
disappearing between her shapely thighs.  The base of the
triangle was a string that went around her middle, with ties at
either side.  Her hips were bare.  The cheeks of her ass were
bare.  There was a smaller triangle of the sheer material in
back.  The inverted apex of that triangle disappeared between her
round little ass cheeks. I felt precum pouring out of my cock. 
My jockey shorts struggled to absorb it all.

  “Wow!  Those are sexy!  Your Mama lets you wear them?  She
doesn't care?”

  Babette gave me a conspiratorial grin.  “She hasn't seen me
wearing them yet.” She dropped her dress.  It was like the sun
going down on a beautiful summers day.

  “Gosh.  I wish I could see what they look...  Oh well!  Never
mind.”

  “What, Bob?  What do you want to look at?”

  “Well, I would like to see a pair when nobody was wearing them.
 To see what they look like. Is that just a string?  You know, in
between your... um, er, cheeks?”

  Yes, wanna' see?”  Babette made a futile effort to dig the
material out from between her rear cheeks.  “Wait a minute.”  She
looked around, then hiked her skirt up and stripped the panties
down with hands hooked into the strings at her sides.  The string
part between her ass cheeks and almost going up into her pussy
crack stayed in there and did not come out until the inside out
panties were down by her knees.  She stepped out of them, as I
tried to catch a glimpse of her bare pussy.  She straightened
them out, and handed me the fragile piece of material.

  First I put it to my nose and inhaled deeply.  I didn't  care
if she was watching and giggling at my dirty old man display.  I
did catch a whiff of her little girl scent, and it broke downn
all my inhibitions.  I decided to have this plump little pussy
under my tongue soon, or die trying.

  I opened the panties up and pretended to examine them.  There
was just the slightest dampness on the apex of the triangle that
was at the bottom of her lower lips.  Just a slight dampness.

  "Babette, May I help you put them back on?”

  “Okay.”  She giggled.  She was on to me, a very precocious
little girl, indeed.

  I knelt before her where she sat on the edge of the bench.  I 
put both hands on her thighs, and pushed her skirt way up,
exposing her crack and mound.  The rest was concealed by her
closed legs.  She giggled again.  She knew this was not
necessary.  She decided to humor the old man.  It was kind of fun
and exciting to see me looking.  I held the panties up backwards
and went to slip them on.  It had the desired effect.

  “NO, no.  That is backwards.”  She slid more to the edge of the
seat, which caused her legs to open.  I got a quick look.  She
took the panties while I fixed her skirt so it was back up again.
 She saw me looking and smiled knowingly.  I took the panties
back, and slid them on over her feet, and up her legs.  I allowed
my hands to rub the smooth skin all the way up.  As she stood, I
tried to keep the skirt raised and managed to get another quick
peek. What a darling pussy she had.  I longed to taste it.

  Babette took over, and pulled the panties up high to get the
string part up into her cracks, and then adjusted them slightly.
Then she dropped her dress and sat back down on the edge of the
bench.

  I wasn't done.  “Let me see something.”  I pushed her knees
apart and moved between them.  It was time to go for it.  I
pushed her dress up, and pushed her legs even farther apart.  “I
have to see how this works...”  I muttered.  With her legs wide
apart, I had no trouble getting two fingers under the string at
her perineum.  I pulled it out a little, and followed the
material up toward her pussy.  The backs of my fingers rubbed on
the tender, smooth skin at the start of her pussy lips.  Her
giggles became a little shriller.  I rubbed my thumb over the
material, while applying subtle pressure with the backs of my
fingers against her crack.  “Do you suppose this is silk?”  I
ask.  “It sure is smooth and soft.”

  She did not answer.  All her attention was on those two
fingers, touching where Maman said no man should touch...

  I moved my fingers farther up the triangle, and the backs of my
fingers touched new, untested territory.  She pulled back
involuntarily at the new touch, breaking contact for a moment,
and then she was back, warm pussy skin touching my fingers.  My
enlarged second joint on my middle finger touched something hot
and soft in the cleft.  I allowed it to rest there as my thumb
tests the material again.

  Babette no longer giggled at my touch.  She was very quiet, yet
very alert.  I knew exactly what she is experiencing.  I had
watched it happen before.  Something was happening to her she did
not know how to cope with.  This man was mesmerizing her.  She
was having feelings down there she never had before.  The last
touch was a shock to her system, her body involuntarily broke the
contact before she could analyze it.  She had to force her body
back to the touch.  Now there was a fire building in her loins
where that finger was touching, rubbing her secret part that she
has barely begun to explore herself.  But even the back of my
finger felt better than the two she had used. She thought she
should stop me.  But it felt so good, and I could tell Babette
liked to please men.  She had seen their eyes on her scanty under
pants. Something down there draws their stares.  Maybe today she
would find out exactly what it was.

  I decided the little girl was almost ready for me to drop the
charade.  I moved the finger away from the little lump, and heard
the sigh of disappointment, and felt the futile little attempt to
follow the finger.  I returned to the touching, and I felt the
girl's body respond to my touch.  It was time to come out into
the open.

  I moved the finger again, as if to take it out and away.
Babette whimpered at the loss of touch, of sensation.  She
reached a hand down to stop me from leaving.  But I did nor
leave. The fingers turned over and slid back up the crease, back
to the clitoris in its little dark rose hood.  I stroked with an
experienced finger tip.  The fire was  intentionally fanned.  The
girl spread her legs wider, pushed out against the finger,
clutched the arm to keep the finger from ever leaving again.

  I could see Babette was lost in the moment.  She had been aware
of men looking for some time.  She savored the attention.  She
wore clothes designed to make men look.  Now she knew what they
wanted to see. The joy that she first felt  at my  touch just
kept building.  I know exactly where to stroke her, to bring the
thrills.  There is something more than just the feel of the
finger tip, the joy of the touch.  I felt her respond to passion.
 She felt it stealing over her whole body.  Her chest feels the
heat.  I could see it was flushed.  Her nipples stood up hard
against her light dress.  She was beginning to feel weak.  I
could see and feel how she had to lean back against the backrest,
she feels so weak.  I knew she was a little girl heading for her
first climax, her first clitoral orgasm.  It would stir her
deeply.

  I felt her small hips began to move to help ease the girl into
that place of fire and light.  Her eyes were closed.  She was
beginning to pant with passion.  I moved in closer, leaning over
her.  I let my lips press softly on her lips.  My tongue licked
across then, the tip entered her relaxed lips.  It stirred the
passion in her loins where the finger was stroking the good
feelings into her body.  I brought the climax upon her.  She
thrust her body up and strained against my body, my finger on her
clit, my lips and tongue brushing her lips and tongue.  She had
her moment of bliss.  She cried out, a little inarticulate cry of
release. She came hard.  The crisis was past.  She relaxed, but
pushed my hand away first.

  I rose and sat beside her on the bench.  I picked up the limp
girl and cuddled her in my arms.  The little girl, now completely
relaxed, and some what exhausted from her first orgasm, fell
asleep in my arms.  I nuzzled her cheek, her forehead.  I kiss
her completely relaxed lips, very tenderly.  I gazed out over the
peaceful sea.

  A half hour later, a pair of tourists made the climb to the
view point.  They smiled as they saw the sleeping girl in my old
man's arms.

  “Your granddaughter must be very tired from all the sight
seeing,” the lady said.

  “Yes, she needed a nap.  But she is not my granddaughter, she
is my guide.  I will wake her up now, and put her back to work
and you may have the bench.”

  And that was what I did.

  The next day I did not see little Babette on the beach in the
morning, so I walked by myself and looked at the other lovely
little girls in their skimpy bathing suits.  What I loved about
these beaches was that girls up to the age their breasts were
statrting to blossom and a little beyond, would wear only their
swim suit bottoms.

  I watched a mother with three little ones, the oldest about
nine, with her girls swimming in the sea, then playing topless in
the sand.  Then, though I was sitting only a few feet away, she
had the girls strip off their suits one by one and don panties,
shorts and T shirts.  I didn't think I could top that, so I
returned to the hotel for lunch.

  After lunch, I returned to my cottage, and kept an eye on the
road to watch for Babette to cross over.  I almost had dozed off
when there was a sharp rap on my door.  I opened it to see my
beautiful little companion of yesterday standing on my stoop with
a plate of cakes in her hand.

  "Maman sent these for you,"  She said.  She also had a
checkerboard under her arm.  I had found out that Maman and Papa
were cooks, Papa being one of the very best pastry chefs in the
South of France.

  "Come in, come in." I said.  "How is my little Babette today?"

  I sat her down at the table, and brewed myself a quick cup of
tea, and poured her a glass of soda.  Then we sat and had our
desert.

  Babette chatted about things she had to do that morning, a
shopping trip being one of them.  She showed off the new sun
dress, and coming around to stand in fromt of me, her new lime
green panties.  These were not a thong, but they were not your
usual little girl panties either.  As she pulled her dress up and
turned before me, I saw every detail of her pussy, cleft, and her
cheeks and the crack behind.  The panties were some sheer,
practically invisable material.

  Oh, Babette, you are so lovely, so sexy!"  I knew from
yesterday that this little girl loved flattery, and loved to be
told she was sexy.  And it was no lie.  She was as sexy as a
little six year old who knew how to flaunt her charms could be. 
For some reason, her mother let her dress like a little whore.  I
suspect it was a case of  "vicarious" childhood on Maman's part.
She was a rather plain woman.

  I had seen many men looking at little Babette on the beach, and
around the hotel, so I knew she was even attractive to "normal"
men.  I was not a normal man. Those sexy little panties had me as
hard as a rock, and somehow Babette was aware of it.

  I could see her looking.  She did not get to see it yesterday,
so I decided to press my luck.

  "Do you want to see it, Babette?"  I asked, as I patted my
lumpy shorts.

  "Oh yes, Bob.  May I see it now?"

  I opened my shorts and pulled them off.  In hopes of something
like this happening, I had not worn underwear today.  My hard
penis flopped out before her fascinated gaze.

  "Touch it if you like."

  The little girl crowded in close between my legs as I sat in
the dining chair.  She did not seem at all put off by the size or
the hair, or veins, or general ugliness of an erect male organ. 
She touched the shaft with a finger, then the tip.  My cock
bobbed from the stimulation of a little girl touch.

  "Do you have to go back home soon Babette?"

  "No,  I bring my checkers and tell Maman we play games.  I can
stay a long while to play games."

  What a smart little minx, I think.  She made no effort to open
the board, it was just an excuse.

  "Do you want to come in my bedroom, Babette?"

  "Yes!"  The child skipped ahead of me into the bedroom  I
followed, my cock swinging from side to side as I wakled.

  Babette was already on the bed as I came in.  She moved over in
obvious invitation for me to lie down beside her.  She
immediately sat up and scooted down to where she could reach my
cock.  She clasped it in one little hand.

  "Ooh!  It is so hard."

  "Look at what it can do."  I jacked the loose skin down,
exposing the purplish head.  A drop of precum glistened at the
opening.

  "Ooh pee!"  She pointed.

  "No, slippery stuff!!  Touch it and feel.  I made a gesture on
touching it and rubbing my fingers together.  "Try it."

  The little girl touched the drop, rubbed her fingers together.
"Um, Slippery!"  Then she wiped them off on her dress.

  "No!  You will get your dress all sticky.  Wait."

  I jump up and bring a towel and damp washcloth from the bath. 
I wipe her little dress clear of precum with the damp cloth. 
"There, all clean.  Don't worry, it will dry soon."

  Her little thigh is showing.  I pretend to brush it off, but I
am really feeling it and she knows it.  She giggles.

  "I don't think it is fair that I don't have any clothes on, and
you are all dressed, Babette."

  The girl jumped to her feet on the bed, and un fastened the
snaps doen the back by pullind on them, and then let the dress
drop off her shoulders and down.  She was a vision of loveliness
in her litttle see through panties,  and I stopped her as she
started to pull them down.

  "Wait!  I want to do that."  I sat up so she could lie down
where I was.  I bent over and kissed her on her full lips.  I was
surprised when she kissed me back.  "You know how to kiss,
Babette!"

  "Yes.  Many men kiss Babette."

  "When they kiss you, does Maman or Papa see?"

  "Oh no.  They kiss me in the hall and on the beach.  Not in
front of Maman."

  "And do they touch you?"

  "Yes.  My shoulders, my back, my face and my tummy."  She
indicated two spots on her front, one considerably above, and one
considerably below her "tummy."  Six years old, and being felt up
by men!  No wonder she did not question anything I did yesterday
on the rocky outcrop.

  "Did they do this?"  I leaned over again and kissed and licked
the two tiny nipples.

  "Oh no,  My breasts they are not bare like now!"

  "Do you like this?"  I continued to kiss and lick and suck on
them.  One little hand came up and held my head to her chest.

  "I like it very much.  It makes me tingle...  Down here."  She
indicated her lower tummy, and then returned the hand to my head.

  I kissed my way down her chest and tummy to her panty line. 
"Right Here?"

  "Down here now."  She indicarted the mound between her legs.

  I kissed down over her little flimsy panties that hid nothing.
As I got to her mound, she spread her legs.  I saw her clit
through the panties, and I licked it through the material.

  "Oooh Bob!  That makes me tingle up here."   She touched her
little nipples.  I saw a flush on her chest and neck.  She was
aroused!  A little six year old, and she had the flush of arousal
on her chest.

  "Babette!  I have to get these pretty little panties off!"  I
rose up and grasped the waist at her hips, and slid them down and
off as she closed her legs and lifted her rump.   As soon as the
panties cleared her feet, she opened her legs wide again.

  I crawled between them, kissing the insides of her knees and up
the tender insides of her thighs as I made my way back up to her
crotch.  As I neared it I picked up a faint scent of arousal. 
Her little hole was oozing love juice.  I could hardly believe it
in one so young.

  I avidly lapped up every bit of essence of Babette as I worked
my tongue between the wide spread lips.  My tongue tested the
tiny perforation in her maidenhead.  Her tiny hole gaped open,
but it would accommodate only the tip of my little finger.  I
tried it, and I was right.  The girl was cooing and making
giggling noises when my lips and tongue hit ticklish and tingly
areas.  Her immature inner lips seemed to be ticklish.  But when
I reached her clit, her whole body stiffened.  Obviously her clit
was super sensitive.  At least it was to my tongue action.  I had
seen other little girls have the same reaction.  They were
sensitive to touch, yes, but the hot breath, the warm moist
tongue was so much unlike anything that had ever touched them,
and the thought of someone putting a part of their mouth...
there!  It blew their mind!  So nasty and yet so... nice.

  As I licked it, and caressed it, kissed it, and sucked it in
and she grew used to the good feelings and the tingling, and
relaxed a little.  Her hips moved to present herself to my
tongue,  she bucked and humped herself into my face in search of
more sensation, and at times, less sensation, when it grew too
intense.   Little Babette had her first orgasm on my finger
yesterday.  I was going to give her a much more intense one today
on my tongue.  Perhaps tomorrow she would have one riding my
cock?  The girl was eager to learn, and I was just as eager to be
her teacher.  She was so beautiful, and so willing of a pupil.

  As these thoughts went through my mind, I could feel the
thrills go through the little body under me.  Babette was coming
very close to her climax.  She has an idea of what to expect
today, she was relaxed on my bed, which in itself was a sexual
turn on for her.  She was doing what she suspected might be
fobidden, just from the way Bob acted.  That was a turn on for
the girl.   Her mother has drummed into her that she must no
longer run around naked, yet here she was naked, and with a naked
man licking her between the legs.  A major turn on.  Now she knew
what her innocent little flirting with men could lead to.

  That was her last lucid thought before all the flashing lights
go off behind her closed eyelids, and the coos and cries of
satiation came from her mouth.  Her mewling cries signaled to me
that she had reached her crisis, and I pulled back in time to
avoid her knees coming together, her pussy being squeezed shut as
wave after wave of heat washes over her body.  She rolled on her
side and drew herself into a fetal position.  She wanted no more
sensation until she recovered.

  I  strokeed myself as I watched the little body slowly relax. 
Finally, she rolled over and watched me masturbate, though she
did not know what I was doing or why.  The only thing Babette was
sure of was that she had just had the most wonderful experience
and she felt so relaxed and good, and so grateful to this man she
would do anything to please him.

  "Babette1  Remember what I did to you?  Would you do it to me?"

  "You mean lick you down there?"

  "Yes, but you can suck on mine.  Take this into your mouth."

  "What about the slippery stuff?"

  You have the same stuff, and I did it to you.  Here, taste."  I
ran a finger through her lower lips and presented it to her lips.
 "Here.  Taste it!"

  Babette tasted it, and automatically made a face, then licked
the finger again.

  I rubbed the finger over my cock head, moist with precum,
tasted it myself, did it again, and offered it to her.  She
tasted it. Looked surprised.

  "It is almost the same taste."  Now eager to please me, she
leaned in and licked the head of my cock.  As I moaned and laid
back, she followed and took the head into her mouth, her tongue
swirling over it.  I put a hand on her head, and guided her
movements to give me the most pleasure.  It did not take long.

  "Now!"  I sid, and pulled her head away as I began to shoot
long strings of cum into the air.  Babette watched with
amazement.  "It is what men do when they have good feelings," I
said when I was able.  The whitish semen was pooled on my belly.
I wiped it off with the damp cloth and the towel.

  Babette was very impressed.  I figured maybe next time I would
cum on her pussy and belly.  I didn't think it would faze her. 
She was an amazing little girl.  I asked her if she had to pee,
and could I watch her.  She did, and I did.  Then I peed as she
watched.  She is not real impressed, as she had seen little boys
pee on the beach.  She mentioned some twins she knew..

  We got dressed, and we went out on the porch to a tiny table
there and actually played a couple games of checkers.  That was
what we were doing when Maman came looking for Babette.  She was
pleased that Babette and I were hitting it off so well.  Things
were looking better and better for us.

  After Babette's mother found us playing checkers very
innocently on my porch,  she was allowed to come over every
afternoon  Babette often brought little cakes or cookies from the
kitchen for desert,  I guess my payment for baby sitting her for
the afternoon, though Babette was very capable of taking care of
herself.

  The little girl told me the story of seeing me check into my
cabin, and of how she wanted to wear her new panties for me and
how she sneaked out of the house with them on.   She told me she
thought that I was a man who would do exciting things to her,
which is why she had worn such seductive clothes for me.  I told
her that I loved little girls to love, and that had she been
wearing long pants and sweaters, I still would have tried to
seduce her, because she was a beautiful young girl.

  The third day, After our little snack, I took Babette into my
bedroom, and told her that she was only going to feel my fingers
and my penis that day, but that I bet her she would have some
good feelings between her legs.  She asked me if I was going to
put that thing inside of her.  I told her only if you beg me. 
She said she wanted to feel a man way up inside of her.

  "How do you know about men going way up inside of you?" I asked
her.

  "I heard older girls talking on the beach.  They told about
boys and men sticking their big things up them, and how it
thrilled them from their head to their toes.  I want to feel
those thrills."

  "You must remember, Babette, those were big girls, and you are
still a little girl.  Your pussy has to grow bigger.  A man's
penis could hurt you very bad right now.  But I can show you how
to make it feel good while you wait."  She nodded her head, but I
could tell by her expression that as soon as she could make it
happen, some man was going to be sticking a dick into her.  I
figured a little demonstration was in order.

  Today, I was going to come as close to fucking her as I could
get without actually doing it.

  "Let's go in the bedroom."

  "Sure!"  The little girl skipped into the bedroom and jumped up
on my bed.

  Since it was a little cooler day today, she was wearing a short
skirt and a light sweater.  I took the hem of the sweater and
pulled it up and as she raised to a sitting position, I pulled it
over her shoulders and up over her head.  I fingered her little
nips until they were hard.  She liked to touch them too when they
were hard and standing up.  I liked to lick and kiss them too,
but I held off today, though it was very hard.  I loved to taste
little girls.  Their lips, their necks, inside their ears, the
little hollows by their collar bones, their nipples, their flat
stomach, every part of heir mound and their cleft.  Down their
thighs, up the inside of their thighs, all over their little
butts, behind their knees, their little toes, the soles of their
feet.  From head to toes, little girls tasted good.

  I unsnapped her skirt and pulled it down and off over her feet.
 Today she was not wearing see through panties.  Actually, for
Babette, they were quite conservative.  They had an open lace
work pattern which allowed you little peeks of various parts of
her pussy as she moved.  I stripped them down, forcing myself to
refrain from kissing that little mound as it came into view.  I
always kissed that mound when it finally came into view.  But not
today.

  Today I touched her body lightly, eliciting giggles as I
touched ticklish spots, and soft sighs and pants as I caressed
her sexually awakened parts. I paused to remove my shirt and
shorts and free my erection, then I crawled on the bed and laid
next to her.  I did not have an enormous penis, only average. 
But by lying on my side, and leaning on her hip, I could stroke
the end of my cock through her cleft.  I peeled my foreskin back,
and rubbed the head through her cleft and as it moistensed from
her juice, and my juice, I could get the head farther down into
the slit, until it was pushing at the hymen.  I pushed in a
little, until I got a big gasp, then a moan, and she pulled away.

  "That hurt!"

  "Yes, I know.  That is what I was telling you.  A man putting
his big thing in there will hurt you a lot.  You are just not big
enough for a man yet.  Wait until you are  a bigger girl and then
try it.  Remember, I laid by your side so you could get away. 
Another man might not do that!  If I had been on top, where could
you go?  Watch”

  She had been giving me that doubtful look, so I decided she
needed more lecture.

  "Now if I had been like this..."  Here I crawled between her
legs, and smothered her hips and pussy with the weight of my
lower body while I clutched her shoulder.  I got my cock head tip
up against her hymen again.  "And if I pushed, you would have
been in trouble."  Then I clutched her other shoulder so she
couldn't move, and I pushed in just enough to get a grunt of pain
and a futile attempt at escape.

  "You are right Bob, I am too little."

  Clearly, she wanted me off of her.  I hoped my little
demonstration would last her for a couple of years at least.  I
got off and rolled onto my back.

  "What should I do?"  Babette sat up and looked at me.

  "You crawl on top of me."  I held my cock so it was pointing up
toward my belly button, and helped her spread her little pussy
lips on either side of my erection.  Then I grabbed her hips and
rocked her back and forth so she rode up and down my cock with
her clit rubbing against my hardness all the way up, all the way
back.

  "OOOH!"  She liked that.

  “I call that riding the pony.”

  I gave her a good ride, her little hips pumping her up and down
my cock, and me humping my hardness yup into her clit for some
extra good thrills on each stroke.  The little girl began to
orgasm like crazy, each one building up to a bigger and higher
one.  I could tell, because her little mewling cries got higher
pitched and louder each time.

  Finally, she was about ready to collapse and I was doing all
the work of moving her body as well as supporting it, I relented,
and relaxed my control, and let it go.  Spurt after spurt of hot
semen hit her clitoris and ran up between our bodies as I gently
let her lie down to rest on my chest.

  Fortunately, there was a shower cap in my bath room, as I had
to run Babette through the shower to wash off the sweat and cum,
and revive the child.  When Maman came to pick up her little
girl, she had to wait until Babette finished me off in a hot game
of checkers, and the cool, collected little girl gave no hint of
the passion she displayed a half hour earlier.

And there you have it.  A complete encounter with no lips, no
tongue.



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