
NOTE THIS: These stories are fiction.  They are based on the lives of 
these characters, which may or may not exist, but in no way should be 
considered biographical or autobiographical.  They contain sexual 
content that some people may find offensive and/or immoral.  They are 
written to entertain those people who don't find it offensive or 
immoral.  They are written for adults, so look at your driver's 
license, do the math, and be sure that you are at least 18 years of age 
before reading them.

   Tanya factoids and cast of characters for this series:

   Tanya 9 yrs old (relative to the story of course)

   Brad (Tanya's brother) 14 (5 years difference)

   Kyp (Brad's best friend) 16 (7 years)

   Dennis 12 (3 years)

   Francine 11 (2 years) Jonah (Francine's brother) 6 (3years)

   Janet 9 (same)

   Shelly 6 (3years) Bobbi Jo (Shelly's sister) 5 (4years)

















                                                                                          Little Tanya intro 1



      OK first off I should tell you, I’m 26 and well adjusted. I love sex, but not without 
love. This is an account of my childhood sexual experiences. It is for the most part true, 
with a little color added to give it excitement. What I mean is I’ve replaced some of the 
awkward situations with a more romantic view. I have very fond memories of these 
moments, and I won’t record them in a way that would make them seem dirty or wrong.

  My sexual experiences started very young. I believe I was 5 or 6 when I first started 
self-pleasuring myself. My favorite method was to lay on a pillow, with my hand down 
below the pillow and inserting them into my pussy. I would then hump on it, while 
imagining myself on top of some cute neighborhood boy.
  My brother was 5 years older than me and I saw him nude on many occasions, getting 
changed for swimming, after bath, and stuff like that. 
  When I was about nine I heard some noises coming from his room. I went to his door, 
and peeked in through his keyhole. I saw him on his bed and on his back. His hand was 
on his cock, and it was hard. I had never seen it like that before, plus I hadn’t seen it for a 
couple of years, and it looked very big. I watched him move his hand up and down on it, 
and he was sweaty and excited. Suddenly he got really stiff like a board and cum shot out 
of his cock. Just then there was a knock at our door. I got away from his door, and 
quickly slammed my bedroom door to make it seem as if I had been in there. I ran down 
to the front door, and saw Kyle, my brother’s best friend.
  Kyle was 16, a little older than my brother. I thought he was the cutest guy in the world, 
and he was always really nice to all the young kids in our neighborhood. He was always 
playing ball with us, and sticking up for us, he was like the whole streets big brother.
  I yelled for my brother and told him that Kyle was here. While we waited for Tom to 
come down I looked at Kyle and I imagined him doing what I had seen Tom doing. Tom 
came down and off they went. Kyle messed up my hair and said bye to me. I ran upstairs 
and jumped on my bed. Thinking of Kyle, and remembering what I had seen Tom doing I 
humped my pillow and my fingers to an orgasm. I imagined Kyle saying my name over 
and over, saying he loved me, kissing me, rubbing my thighs, and my butt. It was the best 
session I ever had. 

After I was done, I went outside and saw my friend Francine. She was the oldest of the 
girl crew. She was 11, and kind of our ringleader. Francine was a really pretty girl, her 
Dad was Mexican, and her Mom was Italian. Staying at her house for dinner was always 
a good move! When I saw her she was with Janet, who was my age and my best friend, 
and Shelly and Bobbi-Joe, who were sisters, 6 and 5.We talked for a little bit, and then I 
walked the little girls home. Shelly was really pretty, she had green eyes and blond hair. 
She wasn’t shy either; she was the biggest flirt I ever saw. I loved to be with her, because 
she made all the boys squirm. Bobbi-Joe was different, she was really shy and had a boys 
face, but she was cute, and I imagined she would be beautiful in a few years.

 When we got to their house the next-door neighbor boy was on his porch. Shelly stopped 
to talk to him. His name was Dennis and he was about 12. He was a very handsome black 
boy and kind of a hound. He would always grab the girls when swimming, feel us up 
when wrestling, and stuff like that. While we were standing there Shelly said, “hey 
Dennis, I’m not wearing any underwear!” Dennis looked at her and said, “Shelly, you 
wouldn’t wear a skirt without underwear.” She said, “Look!” Then she lifted up the side 
of her skirt to show her bare leg. I could tell that she was wearing panties, but she was 
being clever and showing him her thigh where they were cut high. I thought he would 
die. Since he was concentrating on her, I looked at his shorts. He was getting excited I 
think, and I was sure that I saw a little point sticking out in them. He then looked at me, 
and asked what I was doing. I said that I was going to Shelly’s for a minute, did he want 
to come in, and he followed us.    We went in, but there was a lot of noise there, and 
Shelly’s scary Uncle Dan was there, so we didn’t stay. I hugged Shelly and Bobbi-Joe 
and left.

  Dennis and I walked out and we were talking about Dan. He told me he thinks that Dan 
messes around with the girls. I asked him why he thought that and he said that the girls 
always took baths together, but when Dan watched them, he gave them separate baths. 
That didn’t sound like a lot of evidence, but I said, “Well what do you think he does?” He 
said, “I don’t really know, I just think it’s weird, and he’s not nice.” I had to agree that 
Dan was not nice, but that was all we said. I was thinking about seeing Tom, and I started 
to wonder about Dennis. I said, “Dennis, did you want to see Shelly without her 
underwear?” He said, “naw, she’s too little, but I was just trying to see if she really 
wasn’t wearing any.” I said, “Well, I’m not wearing any either.” It was true; I was 
wearing stretch shorts with no panties. He looked at my butt, and I liked him looking, and 
I looked again at his shorts. I saw that little point again. He said, “You’re not are you? 
But, it’s different, you’re wearing shorts.” I said, “do you want to see me with no shorts?” 
I couldn’t believe I said that. He said, “Yeah sure, do you want to go in my house, 
nobody’s home?” So in we went.

  We only made it into the front room, when he turned and said, “Let’s see”. I said, 
“Okay, but I want to see you too.” He said okay, and pulled his shorts down. He had a 
really nice dick. It was black with a little pink head, and was about 4 inches and hard. He 
was so quick that I didn’t have any time to think. I had to do it now, so slowly I pulled 
down my pants. My pussy was a little red from playing with it, and he just stared at it. He 
said, “Wow, Tanya that’s sweet. It’s really pretty. Do you want to fool around?” Things 
were going a little too fast for me, but I really wanted to. I chickened out. I said, “Dennis, 
I don’t want to right now, but we can some other time, if you want to, okay?” He said, 
“sure anytime you want, I’ll be really nice to you too”. I said, “ I know Dennis, but I 
gotta go now.” It was true, I knew he would be nice to me he was a nice guy. He didn’t 
even touch me, he just walked me to the door and said bye. I walked back to the 
schoolyard, and when I saw no one there, I went back home.

 Dennis was a handsome boy, and very nice. I thought that I would like to get to know 
him better. I really liked Kyle, but I didn’t see much chance of that working out, since he 
was 16, and I figured if anyone in the ‘hood was going to get him it would be Francine. 
So, I made up my mind I’d go for Dennis. 

 The next day I was coming home from school and I saw Dennis outside of ‘The 
Collector”. That was a sports card-trading place. I walked over and said hi to him. He 
seemed really glad to see me and it made me feel special. He was almost 13 and I was 9, 
so attention like I was getting from him was really a nice thing. He had his mountain bike 
there and he asked if I wanted a ride home, of course I did! He took me down the trail by 
the river and he asked me if I had to go right home. I said that I didn’t, and he asked if we 
should stop somewhere. Pretty soon we stopped, he pulled his bike into a thick of bushes 
and we climbed down over the bank. We sat by the river for a long time and talked. After 
a while he said, “Tanya, I really think you’re a pretty girl, and you’re cool too”. I said, “I 
think you’re really cute, and you’re about the nicest guy I know”. He asked me what I 
thought about having a black boyfriend. I hadn’t really thought about it, but there were 
not many black families in my town back then, so I guess there was bigotry, I just never 
saw any. I said that I didn’t think my brother or my folks would want me to have him for 
a boyfriend, but not because he was black, but because he was 4 years older. I said, 
“would it be alright if I was your secret girlfriend for a while, just to see how things go? I 
really need to choose my battles at home.” He said, “that would be great, you really want 
to be my girlfriend?”  I guess it surprised me, because he was older and I think any girl 
would like him, but I said, “sure I would”!
 Then he kissed me. He was confident, I was kissed before, but this was different, it was 
like he was really in control of things. We kissed for a long time, and he rubbed my 
shoulders and back. Then he put his tongue in my mouth. I had never French kissed 
before, but it was nice. I slid my tongue on his and twirled it around; we really got into it 
for a while. I realized that we had been there an hour and I said, “I have to go home 
now.” He looked really sad, but we got up to leave. I really wanted him to be happy, so I 
hugged him really tight, and I was sure I felt his dick against me. I kissed him and told 
him maybe I could come out later. That changed his whole mood, and he took me home. 
On the way I could tell he was happy, and that made me happy. He dropped me off, and I 
ran to my room. I got on my bed and thought about him. ‘I really like him, and he really 
likes me’, I thought as I lay there. I was very excited, and I could go into great detail 
about my after school session, but the truth is I don’t remember it. But, I can tell you it 
was good!
