M/f, oral, anal, cons,

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Background
This story was written for a 19-year old woman I have known via the Internet for some time.  The first words she ever wrote to me were, "you don't know what it feels like to read your entries," to which I'd responded, almost defensively, and definitely defiantly, "no, I don't, but I know what it feels like to write them." Yes, it feels like freedom, it feels like life, and living, and last, yes, sometimes it feels like love, too. We went on to become friends of a sort, Internet-style, and when she read some of my other stories, here at ASSTR, she told me that I should write some more stories.  I asked her if I might write one for her, and she said yes.  Best of all, she said, after telling me what age she wanted to be in the story, that the idea was "exciting." This was more than enough of a "yes" for me, and so, you have the following: an ageplay story between consenting adults.

Lily, Miriam, and Me - A Sort of Threesome, But Not.

(I've waited some long time to write this.  I wanted it ready for your birthday, but didn't start until a week after, as it turned out.  Now, it's nearly two months and several revisions later. I was happy just to occassionally look at the idea of writing it for you. After you posted the pictures of yourself, though, I wasn't sure I could write it without getting too lost, so I kept putting it off, but all the while enjoying looking at it from a distance - looking at you, at her, at them and at us, from a distance. But then I finally tried.  Please keep in mind, that I never know, once I get started, where these will go.  I just only hope you're able to walk along with me once I start walking.  They're love notes of a sort, after all: greedy would-be one-sided love notes written to an indifferent player, except for me believing you'll be walking with me, and yes, pumping your cunt, too pouring out your cum, honey.)

Long breath out, and my mouth is dropped open.

It's such a dream, that I can hardly remember it all, but I bet it will come back to me, like it was yesterday.

When I first got the phone call, I thought it must be some weird joke, or crazy kind of wide-awake dream I was having.  "Why???," I thought, "why would you call me?"  Then, I snapped back to reality, remembering, that, oh, that's right, they have no idea how I am.  All they've ever seen is how well it seems I get along with their 6-year old daughter, Lily.  

It's funny, you know, how many things can go through one's mind in a period of just seconds. It makes it easy to understand the concept of one's life flashing before their eyes at the moment of death.  And, here, in these seconds, between the time I heard Lily's mother's question, and the point at which I would next speak, answering back, it seems I was able to see several lifetimes, all at once.

It's terrible, but I remember the first time I'd held Lily, maybe 8 or 9 months after she was born, my hand cradling her bottom, and my mind jumping forward in time, wondering, if I kept knowing her parents, whether or not I'd be able to avoid falling in love with the cherubic little daughter; and also, whether I'd be able to avoid wanting to cup that little bottom in later years, too. Even as I was telling them how very lovely she was, I was amazing myself at the smallness of her tiny bottom in my hand, wondering what an infant's cunt might look like, even taste like.

It had gone on that way, too.  After all, I was the same, always, and so, these kinds of thoughts were never far from my head when Lily was around.  Image after image were flashing in my head, from the time I first saw her nude, when she was about three or so; how I'd raided her room, delighting in having found the tiny pair of panties, still scented with what a three-year old's cunt smell like. And still, her mother was obviously waiting for an answer at the other end of the phone.  How many seconds had it been, I wondered, 1, 5, ten, a minute, oh my god, I'd better answer soon, I thought.

"Uh, let me check something and call you right back, I promise," I said, "within five minutes, I'll call you back."

"Okay, great, please do, I can't tell you how important this is and how much we'll appreciate it - and you know, Lily loves you so, so it will make it much easier for her, having to stay home from this one," your mother had said.

"Okay, just five minutes, I'll be right back."

Snapping the phone shut, I let out an enormous breath - I was so short of breath already, and just the reeling in my head that had gone on, had me already pulsing in my jeans.  "Holy fuck," I thought, "how the fuck am I gonna do this??"
I thought, perhaps, I ought to just jack off right then and there, maybe this would allow me to think clearly enough to at least answer without sounding guilty through the phone, somehow. I closed my eyes for a second, and melted into some earlier dreams that had led me here.  I swallowed hard and considered how nice it'd already be to just jack off, now.  Somehow, though, I knew, it would not help, not all the way, not the way I would hope it would.  No, not at all.  I'd see you, and immediately, as always, I'd imagine your lovely naked body, and it would be as if I'd never cum at all.

How the fuck did I get here, I wondered.  How did we get here, I thought, unfairly placing some measure of the blame on you.  

After all, honey, you started it, kind of, sort of, do you remember, angel, do you remember that day, that day I first tasted your little mouth?

You were only about 4 or so, and I was over to your house for some visit or another, and we'd been left alone for a few moments.  Oh, I remember, you wanted to show me your room, and had led me down the hallway.  I remember thinking to myself, "amazing how your parents trust me - if only they knew, how they'd hate me."  I knew I probably should have made some sort of excuse not to go, but then convinced myself I'd be good.  Even as I watched your tiny bottom in your shorts as you pulled me along.  As always, it was impossible for me not to.

In your room, then, do you remember, you showed me the stuffed animals and other things, taking time to tell me the names of the animals and the dolls. I took advantage of this time, touching your back, and letting your small soft hand rest in mine, and wondering what it might feel like to have it wrapped firmly around my cock shaft, perhaps with my own closed over it, helping you, helping you to pump my cum out the head of my cock, having it run down over your little fingers.  At some point, I fell into my trance, looking at you.  You'd caught me, with your big brown eyes, wondering at mine.  

I wonder if you wondered, yourself, "what is that, inside him?"

I could feel my breath quickening, and actually, truthfully, my cock hardening.

Yes, yes, yes, I know, you were only four, but this is how this thing worked with me.

"Oh dang," now I remember, it hadn't been you who'd started it, after all.  No, it was me, like always.  You'd only wanted to show me your room, but it was me who wanted more.  
Now I remember, it was me, then, that day in your room, in my trance, who'd whispered, conspiratorially, "you know, I love you, Lily."

You'd giggled, and I imagined what her your tiny nipples might look like, how it would be to flick my tongue across them until they became hard, naturally.

"Then kiss me," you'd whispered back, with a glance down the hall.

Although I'd caught my breath and snapped back to reality, and pecked you on your forehead, tasting your skin even that way, with my lips, alone, that had, indeed, been when it had become a two way street - but it was me directing the traffic, even as you helped to drive.

I was kneeling, not all the way up, and not all the way down.  You were kneeling, too, but more sitting, with your legs folded back, your shins against the carpeted floor, your tighter fitting shorts outlining the perfect triangle between your soft brown legs.

You looked up, baby, and killed me all the way, fluttering your eyelashes, and whispering, with another quick glance down the hall (how could you have known it was taboo, I wonder), "no, kiss me for real, kiss me the way they do on TV, mister."

It was the moment of truth, and the beginning of everything for you and I, for Lily and Mark, who you often called Mister.

"Nooo, I can't do that, honey," I'd said, taking a pointed glance down the same hall, and trying to calculate in my head how long we'd been alone.

"Why," you asked, plaintively.

"'Cause I might never stop," I blurted out.

"No, it's okay, I want you to, mister, I really do," you'd said, seizing my hand, "just do," she continued, and now your eyes were closed, your succulent little lips presented like the most ripe fruit I've ever seen.

I panted.

And closed my own eyes for a moment.

And swallowed.

Your eyes opened back up and looked straight into mine, and, like with your glance down the hall, I had no idea how you knew these things, but the next thing you said, made me believe that somehow you did.

"I won't tell; I won't ever tell," you said, "I promise."

And you had me.  You had me all the way.

(Just like now, baby, writing this story for you: you have me, you have me all the way, no bars.)

"Okay, just for one little kiss," I'd breathed, sure I was already in big trouble.

Oh, I wanted to stay there forever.

I took my chance, though, and knew I'd be dead if I was to be caught in the act.

"Like this, you mean," I'd said, giving up everything, and put my hand behind your head, and drew your little face to my lips, and kissed you full on your too tender mouth. On your child mouth, baby. Preschool lips, so succulently soft. I dragged my tongue along the very edge of your upper lip, brushing against your baby teeth, and you responded, your tiny tongue entering the warmth of my mouth, where I tasted your baby girl child saliva, and softly sucked at your little warm tongue.

And an image of my hot cum, splashing onto your little tongue, into your little mouth, overtook me, and I so wanted to stay just like that, forever.

Oh, I was so lost in that moment.

You knelt up, pushing your face and mouth hard on mine, your eyes closed.
I was rock hard in my pants, and was already wondering how I would appear calm and cool when we went back to the living room. 

Still though, in an instant, I felt your soft bottom in the palm of my hand, and I gripped you firmly, my fingers in the crack of your bottom, your panty lines against the palm of my hand, and already wondered what your four year old cunt might taste like. I gave a little squeeze of your left buttock, so tiny and soft, and felt your flesh grow firm as you flexed in response.

"Oh," I broke the kiss, "oh Lily, come on, honey, we have to stop," I panted out, in partial horror at where I'd found myself so suddenly.

You licked your lips, grinned, whispering out a petulant little "okay, okay, but remember, you can't tell on me, either, k?"

I used my index finger and wiped the edges of your lips and mouth, and tried to compose myself.  The fright that I actually might be caught, could still be caught, had crossed that line, were more than enough to put my cock to rest for the trip back down the hall.

You bounced along as if nothing had happened.

And indeed, when we reached the living room, it was empty, your parents in the kitchen, talking, oblivious to the goings on, and I was granted the advantage of being able to sit back down and gain even more composure.

"As if nothing happened," I told myself, convincing myself in the interim, that indeed, nothing had happened.

You were lying on your tummy on the floor, now, paying with some toy or another, and glanced over your shoulder, smiling at me. "How do you know me," I'd wondered.

Everything went fine, and when I got ready to leave, You gave me your usual "in my arms" hug goodbye, but I'd noticed how you seemed to press your mound against my stomach as I returned your hug. Then, you whispered, quickly in my ear, "just remember, I love you, mister," and kissed me, wet-lipped on my neck.

When I'd gotten home that night, I just closed my eyes and fell right back into that French kiss with four-year old you, Lily, jacking my cock and pumping out more cum than I had in a very long time, dreaming of your wet little lips sucking on my cock like she had on my tongue.


Things had gone on with these small little interactions between the two of us every time our paths crossed over the next couple years.  Just little things, and although I told myself that the "asking" was in your eyes, we'd never had a kiss like that again.

Once though, not too long ago, your parents stopped by because they were in the neighborhood on their way back from a wedding or something, and we had some drinks on the patio outside. Your father had to make a phone call, do you remember?.  He'd stepped inside, and out of our view, and your mother had run to the car for something or another.

In these sorts of times, I used to wonder, "well damn, do they want me to touch her, is that why they do this?" But I knew it was only because they trusted me, and hated myself every time I broke their trust.

I took my opportunity.  "You sure look beautiful in that dress, Lily," I'd said, smiling deeply, and drinking in every curve of your little body that I could imagine through its fabric.

"I know," you smiled, "and I know you want to marry me, too."

"Oh, I so do," I'd grinned.

"Then you could touch me all you wanted," you said, turning and looking at me, and closing your fist, laying it against your tummy, index finger extended, and pointing down, toward your sweet little pussy, "even there."

My mouth dropped open, and a pant escaped me, and I was "all in" for another moment, at least. I took a quick glance at the house, and then the sidewalk to the car, and swallowed. A vision of what your perfect child cunt must look like under that fabric, and then under your panties, burned itself into my mind, and I'm sure, poured out my eyes, too.

Fuck, how I wanted to drop to my knees, lift your dress and cover your little panty-covered pussy with my mouth.

My heart raced. Half of me ached with everything for the moment to never end; the other half hoped one or the other of your parents would soon return and free me from this agonizingly ecstatic scene. I just stared at you, at your eyes, wide and welcoming.

"Oh Lily, honey," was all I managed.



This is how I knew that tonight was going to be hard on me.

Your parents, left in the lurch by the errant no-call, no-show babysitter, had a must-attend function of some sort or another, and had telephoned me "as their last resort."

"She's six, now, so she's not nearly the handful she was when she was younger," they'd promised. And when I heard "handful" all I could imagine was the softness of your child flesh in my hands.

I knew I should've have just declined, for the writing was already on the wall, the screaming in my head, and the image of my cock, splashing out cum, was making it hard for me to even hear the particulars of the arrangement.

It was like deciding to go to prison.

I picked up the phone in my trance, knowing that if I escaped that trance, I could also escape all the rest, too.

"Uh, yes, I can do it, sure," I listened to myself, like I was listening to someone else. "It's not really a problem. I had no other plans, and it's been a while since I've seen Lily, anyway. I'm sure it will be fun for both of us," I added, and thought to myself, "if only she knew." 

"Okay, thank you so, so much," your mother said, "see you around seven, then."

I hung up the phone, and noticed I was covered in sweat. I sat for a minute. It was 6 pm. I thought I'd better get a shower and be on my way. "Holy fuck, how do I do this,"  thought.  Again, I thought I probably ought to just jack off now, hard, and maybe it would be easier.  I'm selfish, though, and rejected that thought. I wanted to be horny. I wanted to thirst and hunger for you while I was near you. I can enjoy your sight and scent all evening long, and then jack off after you go to sleep. Perhaps, I'll even find some of your panties, somewhere, and cum into them, while you safely slept.

This was not the best line of thinking, however, as very next, the image of you sleeping and me cumming all over your panty covered bottom, entered my head.

"Oh wow, this is going to be hard," I laughed to myself, even as I enjoyed the sight of you in my head, and was in a moment, pulling your panties down some, so I could see the full tiny roundness of your little bottom.

I stood abruptly, and banished all thoughts of you, and went through the motions of getting a shower.  It was easy, and I did not even get hard in the shower, even as I washed my cock. In the back of my head, though, I knew I was only waiting.


The next section of time is a blank to me, until the moment I pulled into your driveway. I was cool, calm and collected. I felt things were going to be just fine. I would prove myself an honorable and trustworthy friend. I would watch you, and we would play games and watch TV and you would eventually go to sleep, and then I would have my ejaculation, and everything would be fine.

Your parents were already on the porch, eager to go, apparently. Both dressed for some sort of black-tie, affair.

"Thanks so much, again," your mother said.  "Yes, good luck with this one," your father added, laughing, "she should be quite the challenge, and is raring to go."

"Oh, she won't be that bad, she even dressed up for the occasion," your mother said, "she'll be fine, and you will, too."  

And there you were, coming onto the porch behind them.

"Oh god, I'm fucked," I thought, and all my best laid, noble and honorable plans fell to pieces, dissolved in the shiny fabric of your very own, too-short, little girl's dress, light powder blue, slight ruffle at the hem, shiny patent leather play shoes, combined contrastingly with those little white socks with the turn down ruffle at your ankle.

"Heya mister," you grinned, "do you like my dress,?" and turned around once, making it flow out some, enough to see the nearly all your soft thighs.

"Awww," I smiled, "I love it, so very pretty you are!" Inside, I died immediately, just as immediately as I instantly looked right through the fabric of the dress and saw every soft delicious curve of your body: a little girl out of kindergarten, and not yet in first grade. I hoped neither of your parents noticed me swallow back my thoughts.

You ran the short five steps and gave me a hug, and I carefully returned it, kissing the top of your head, and savoring your scent.

"Okay, okay, we gotta go," your father said, "come on now, give me a kiss."

Kisses and hugs and last minute instructions were dispensed, and we both watched in silence as your parents got in their car and waved goodbye as they backed down your driveway.

(Damn, baby. I want you. Grown up you, lots.  But okay, I can deal.)

"Okay, mister, c'mon, I want you to see my room," you said, taking me by the hand, and pulling me into the house, looking over your shoulder, "you haven't been in my room since that one time you kissed me, there."

"Oh dang, she still remembers," I thought, and wondered if you'd ever told anyone else about that. I looked at your little body under the dress, the backs of your calves, the slight bounce to your little bottom, the small curve of your shoulders, and was already re-living that kiss, tasting your mouth all over again.

"I never did tell anybody," your voice interrupted my thoughts, "and I never will."

I wondered how you knew why that was such a danger.

"The reason I never told anybody is because I liked it so much, and I wanted you to do it again, too," you grinned at me, as we arrived at the door to your room. "I want you to do it again, tonight," you said, "and this time we don't have to worry, so I don't want you to stop. I want you to pretend that I am the mommy and you are the daddy and we are married, okay mister?," you said, pulling me toward the big chair in the corner of your room.

Your room smelled just like a little girl's room, and I knew that when I jacked off, later, I wanted to do it there, while breathing in the scent of little girl's things.

"Oh, Lily, I don't know, honey...it's not right for me to do that with you...I'm not allowed to kiss you like that."

"I don't care, I want you to."

"Do you know how much trouble I would be in if anyone ever found out I kissed you like that?"

"No, but it doesn't matter, because no one is ever going to find out, because I am the best secret keeper in the whole wide world."

I didn't know what to do. I wanted to believe you with everything I had, because I wanted to taste you, again, so much. I collapsed in the chair, finding myself exhausted already. I knew, I knew beyond any doubt that I would never ever find myself in this situation again, ever, all the way `till I died.

"C'mon, mister, I promise," you said, and climbed onto the chair, now, kneeling and straddling my lap. My heart already raced, and I was already hard.

"A kiss," I thought to myself, is almost as bad as all the rest, when looked at from the outside.  You had kept our secret, I rationalized, daring to glance at the softness of your little pink lips. 

You smiled. "It will be alright," you beguiled me, "I so promise it will be alright, because I want you to do more than a kiss," you whispered, now, and dropped, sitting on my knees.

"Oh god," I could feel your little bottom on my knees, and see my hard-on through my jeans, already. I tried to tell myself I was still pondering the question, but somehow, I knew that at the very least, the kiss was a foregone conclusion.

The sun, going down, now, must have dropped over the ridge of some nearby roof, and the room took on a less yellow and more orange color.

"More than a kiss," I thought to myself, "what in the world do you mean, `more than a kiss'" I tried to answer it in my head, "a hug, too, is that what she means...or maybe it is more innocent, maybe she means, like, me pretending to be the daddy, her the mommy, and she will pretend to cook or whatever for me."

You shifted back and forth on my knees, tilting your head and body, singing your own kind of song, "mister, mister, mister, pretend to be the daddy, and I can be the mommy."  I looked at you and forced a laugh, and could feel, or at least imagined I could, each of your little buttocks, their flesh moving on my knees.

You were killing me, so damn softly, and I was surely dying.

I smiled, again, genuine and not forced, and put my hands on your hips, stilling your body. "You..little girl," I said, "are a little imp," and smiled at you, again, as if you were a woman, showing my best (and aching) bedroom eyes. I tightened my grip just a little, my thumbs across the front of your tiny hip bones, digging in a little bit, and repeating, "a little imp," then adding, since I knew you wouldn't know what it meant, "or nymph."

You giggled, tickled by my thumbs, and I did it a little more, enjoying the feel of your child's body on my knees.

In your wriggling, one of your hands fell upon my thighs, and I gave another little tickle, and in your steadying yourself, your right hand ended up on my hard on at my crotch. I stopped and you re-righted yourself, seeming to not notice.

"Kay now kiss me!" you demanded, still grinning from the tickling.

"What do you mean, `do more than a kiss,'" I asked, and touched your lips with my index finger, looking intently at you, as if, perhaps, there would be some entirely satisfactory answer that would justify at least the kiss.

You giggled and it seemed as though you blushed. But you were still young enough that embarrassment would not yet be playing any role, so perhaps it was for some other reason.

"It's a secret," you said, "it's another secret"

Now I definitely wanted to know - because a mommy cooking for a daddy while playing house, is nothing to be a secret.

I laughed, "aww c'mon, tell me," and the conspiracy was once again, on. "After all, you've kept our secret, surely I will keep yours, right? I'd never tell anybody anything at all that you told me not to tell them, Lily. I love you, remember?"

"Kay," you said, looking down for a moment, and then back up, your eyes meeting mine, which confirmed for you that your secrets, all of them, would always be so safe with me.

"It's okay, tell me," I said, and began caressing your back, feeling the smallness of your torso, and wondering what in the world your secret could be, what `more than a kiss' could mean.

"Well, this one time, not too long ago, I got on my daddy's computer to play one of my games, but when I went to put the disk in the CD thing, there was already one in there, and there was a picture of a mommy and daddy on it. At first, I thought I should ask daddy what to do with it, where to put it, so I put it back for a minute, but then the door closed and a window thing opened on the computer with pictures and things.

You giggled, and whispered, "some of the pictures were of naked people, and I wondered why they were naked, so I clicked one of them and a movie started to play!"

"Oh, I see," I said, nodding, "and did you watch it for long?"

I had no idea where this was all going, but I definitely wanted to find out.

"For a little while, until I heard mommy coming upstairs, then I shut it off before she got to daddy's office. I was scared so I pretended I was just looking for one of my stuffed animals."

"What was the movie about, though," I asked, "did you watch it long enough to find out?"

"Not really, but there was a naked lady and a naked man, and they looked like they were happy, kind of."

"Really?"

"Mhm, and I saw the naked man's penis, and it was way big, and know what?" you asked, next?

"What," I said, all but laughing out loud, "what?"

"The lady was touching his penis with her hands, but she called it a `cock,' and she was licking it and stuff, and even putting it inside her mouth and tasting it, almost like I lick a lollipop!" you said, wide-eyed, looking at me as if I should be as surprised as you were.

"Oh my," I said, letting my caressing hands fall to the top of your buttocks and stay there, "well that must have been a surprise of a movie for you to see, huh?"

You nodded your head, and smiled, "yep, but know what else they did, too?"

"No, but tell me," I haplessly forged forward.

"Does your penis get as big as the man's did in that movie, mister?"

I knew this was getting really too far, but I didn't want to stop, not now. I could have just said, we better just not talk about this anymore, Lily - I will keep your secret, but I did not want you to feel bad about this secret, so I was nonchalant for another moment, at least. I could have also just said, "sometimes," but I didn't stop there, either.

"Sometimes," I said, with a slight smile, then added the fatal final words, "especially if a woman was to lick it like a lollipop - or even sometimes, when I touch it with my hands in a certain way."

"Seeeeee," you said, smiling impishly, "that's what I meant when I said I want to do more.."

"Oh Lily, I don't think we can do that, you're just a little girl, honey"

"Why should that matter," you said, "I can act big, and I don't have to be grown up to lick a lollipop, why should I have to be grown up to lick your penis," you reasoned, adding, "or maybe I guess if I'm going to pretend to be grown up, I should say, like the lady in the movie said, and say, `I don't have to be grown up to suck your cock, mister"?

I stared at you, silently, only the slightest of a smile on my lips, and with nothing more than a pondering in my eyes. "I see." You must have caught something in that pondering, though, because you quickly leapt forward, grinning, anticipating what I'd been thinking, "how like a sweet little girl slut you sounded with that bit," and slew me yet again, saying, "see, see Mister, you liked when I said it, didn't you, when I said it like a woman?"
You feinted a coyness, then, unseen in a child your age, licked your lips in the sloppy fashion of a six-year old imitating a woman, and whispered in the same attempt at mimicry, "you'd like me to suck your cock, wouldn't you, Mister? You want me to put my wet warm lips on your cock, huh, Mister, and suck it like a lollipop?

"Oh god, Lily," I breathed, a mixture of exasperation and complete frustration, now.

"Besides," you exclaimed, "there's more, there was more in the movie that I want to do, too, things I want you to do that the man in the movie did to the lady in the movie - and we don't have all night, either, this might be our only chance for who knows how long, maybe until I am all grown up. You love me, don't you mister?"

"Oh Lily, I love you so much, honey, I really do."

I could feel the top of your panties through your dress now, and played my fingers along their edge. There was a natural heat from your crotch on my thighs. "Go ahead," I sighed, "tell me what else there was, that you want to do, it can't hurt to talk about it, I don't think."

"Well, like I said, the man and the lady were both naked, but before the lady started sucking on the man's penis, I mean cock, like it was a lollipop, the man was licking her, too, licking her vagina, `cept he called it a cunt.  And know what else, mister? He was even licking her on her booty. She was even telling him to. Even though he was a grown up, she was calling him `baby,' and saying things like...," and you paused, asking "can I say a bad word?"

"Yes, everything will be okay, Lily, just go ahead, honey," I replied, having now made my apparently irrevocable decision about my fate.

"Well she was on her knees, like, and he was behind her, and he was touching her boobies and she was saying, I mean, really almost like begging, and `member, I'm just saying what she was saying, she was saying, `lick my asshole, oh god, please lick my asshole, baby'"

I swallowed hard. You looked at me as if to make sure you weren't in any trouble. You weren't.

You continued to ramble, my heart and mind raced ahead.

"Anyway, the lady acted like she really liked it, and they both made lots of noises and things...it could have sounded like the things were hurting them, but they both looked happy, so I don't think they were...oh, oh, oh, and then, the man, like, rubbed his penis, I mean, cock, on the lady's bottom, and she even licked it a like a lollipop after that, even."

"And this is what you want to do with me, tonight, Lily?"

"Yep. You don't have to lick my booty if you don't want to, though, that's okay, but I want to do like the lady in the movie did, and suck on your cock until you make that white juice come out like the man in the movie did.  When he did that, he made noises and the lady was saying `aww, yes, baby, cum, baby,' like it was a real good thing. She was like, using her hand, almost, to like, pump it out of his penis. He squirted it out of his cock onto her lips and mouth and stuff."

I was panting visibly.

I looked at you.

"Is cumming when you squirt out the white juice, Mister?"

My eyes were glazing over, and I knew it would be a perfect thing, perhaps, if  just passed out now, but I couldn't - I was already thinking of what your six-year old cunt would taste like, what your tiny flat-chested nipples would feel like in my mouth.

"Say cock, again, honey"

"Cock"

"Our secret, baby, always, okay?" I asked, as if I could really accept the word of a six year old child.

"You bet, mister."

The sun was almost set, now, and I reached over and turned on the little lamp, leaned back in the chair, a recliner, forcing the footrest up all the way, and looked at your tiny calves, the little socks, the pretend high heels, your soft thighs, all of it.

I pulled you up some, now, laying your little body on me, stretched across my chest, stomach, crotch and thighs, "kiss me, then, Lily, be my little lover," and ran my hands up the backs of your legs, all the way to your tiny panty covered bottom, pulling you tighter and tighter against my body.

(Oh god, baby)

I closed my eyes, purrred the longest purr, "Mmmmmmmmmmm, baby," whispering, "sweet, sweet baby girl of mine," and held you so tight to me.

We kissed, then, soft and tender, your mouth so much smaller than mine. Your mouth juice, so sweet. I was lost, and perfectly content to stay that way, to put off reality for another moment, another hour, forever.

"I'm going to act like you're all the way a big girl, Lily," I whispered through the kiss at some point, covering back up your mouth as you murmured your "okay, that's what I want you to do.  I want to be your big girl, mister, it's all I want."

I don't know how long we kissed. You seemed perfectly content with it, and I didn't want to stop. You had baby teeth, a perfect row of baby teeth, and the tiniest, softest little tongue. And girl saliva. I kissed you, again and again, making my small enough to not over power yours. I held your face at mine, with my hand at the back of your head. Then I held your whole head with both my hands, and just kissed, and tasted, and bit so gently at the edges of your beautiful lips.

It would have been enough, it really would have, I think, for forever.

Certainly, you were content, and returned my kisses, licking at my own lips, my own teeth, pressing your tongue into the space between the backsides of my lips and my teeth, mimicking everything I did  I sucked softly on the end of your tongue, then, dancing the tip of mine at the tip of yours, murmuring "yes, Lily, like that honey," when you began to dart your tongue in and out of my gently sucking lips.

"Just like that, baby," I panted, "yeah, like that, baby," and my hands began to undress you, my 6-year old lover.  

You bent each leg up, offering your foot, one at a time, as I removed the little high heels, the little socks. I caressed your legs and feet, pressing my hard on against the softness of your tummy.

(Fuck, baby, I want to cum - pouring precum. Honey...I'm going to. Have to.  I'll write more...the rest...next time...the next chapter...this one's going to go like this, though..unexpectedly)

The kiss, itself, was so much more than I ever expected, then I could have anticipated.

"Awww, baby," I moaned into the kiss.

"Lily, honey, you're already going to make me cum, honey."

I held your firm round little ass in my hands, both of them, bucking against you, feeling my ejaculation building.

(holy fuck)

"Yeah, baby, like this, honey," I tried to draw it out, arching my crotch against you, hard.

You were flexing your little ass in my hands.

"Kay, baby," I panted, "wait," and reached under your little body, unzipped myself, and drew my aching cock out, laying it back against my stomach.

I was gasping for air, now, I really was.

"Kay, Lily, honey, now, now baby," I said, and lifted the front of your dress, "I want you to hump your bare little baby cunt on my cock, okay, honey?"

You  giggled, "okay, I want to...will that make you cum, like the man in the movie, mister?"

"Oh god, yes, Lily, it will, honey, it so will, baby...we'll keep playing some more, after this, I promise, just make me cum with your soft little cunt, okay pretty baby?"

"K, how do I do that?"

"Oh god," I could hardly breathe, "here, let me get your panties off, honey," I gasped.

You giggled again, "okay, yes, I'll be just like the lady, then, all naked"

You knelt up now and saw my cock, pulsing and jumping, its swollen head already covered in precum.

I closed my eyes, my hands on your hips, gripped you firmly, and imagined fucking you as a young woman for a moment. You were looking at me curiously when I opened them back up.

"Wait, all naked, honey, all naked little girl being a big girl," I said, and lifted your dress up over your head. Of course, your chest was bare. Two tiny brown nipples, and a beautiful soft tummy led down to the top of your white and blue print panties, a tiny blue silk bow just beneath your belly button.

"Oh god, so beautiful, Lily"

Naked, except for panties, now, the only fabric between me and your soft bare child's cunt. I savored it, the moment and the sight.  Your panties were not tight, but not loose, either.  Your triangle I could see, but only imagined your cleft.  I reached out with my right hand, palm up, fingers extended. "Awwww, baby," I said, and touched lightly the bottom edges of your cunt lips with my finger tips, lightly brushing against the bottom of your girl pussy.

"So pretty, baby," I softly breathed.  "So, so pretty, honey."

You were quiet; this was new to you. I pulled your panties up just the slightest bit, until the crept just a little into your cunt crack, then drew my middle finger up the length of your panty covered slit.

"Wait, here, honey, lets move to the bed," I panted.

(And that is as far as I got that day. I had to stop. I had to cum. I gushed white hot cum into the folds of your little cunt as you bucked against my cock, baby..but k...)

Somehow, I managed to get a grip in our move from the chair to the bed. I managed to realize that we would not, not by any stretch of my imagination become lovers for good. No, this was to be a one-time thing that either or both of us might pay for forever. I wasn't about to have it end already, not at all.

"K, so you're going to be my all the way big girl, just for tonight, right Lily, and you're never, ever gonna tell a single soul, no one, ever, and I will always be your best grown-up friend, after your mom and dad, right?"

"No one, ever," you said quietly, seeming to realize the gravity of the situation.

You looked at my cock, out of my shorts, and still pulsing.

"Your cock sure is big, Mister. I never knew you had one that big. It's bigger than any lollipop I ever licked, that's for sure."

"That's because you're so pretty, Lily. You make my cock big, especially with your little naked body, honey. Mmmmmmmm," I purred, "you look so, so good, Lily. I want to lick you like a lollipop, too, honey."

"Okay," I said, "let's pretend to be big, now, honey, and get all the way naked, together, okay, like the man and the lady in the movie?"

You nodded, slightly pensive.

"It will be okay, I promise, Lily, I won't do anything that could hurt you at all"

You pointed at your panties, "these?"

"Yeah baby, those, and I will take these off," I said gently, and took off my shorts, my cock aching to cum, my head reeling. You flopped back on the bed on your back, then, and arched your body, and for a moment, I could see your tiny mound under your panties, thrust upward as you slipped them off.

Then you were there: perfect, six-years old, naked, and perfect, lying on your back in your bed.

"Oh god, are you ever beautiful, Lily"

I climbed onto the bed, my cock completely aching, pulsing.  I swallowed and could hardly take it.  I knelt up beside your naked body, my weight pushing your soft mattress downward.  I was transfixed. You were just watching me.  I took  a single slow, tight gripped stroke up the length of my cock, and forced more precum from it's swollen purple head. You turned your face up and looked up at me, your big brown eyes wide. You weren't afraid, but you hadn't seen me like this, either, so there was some trepidation. 

"It's okay, honey, don't worry," I said.

You looked at the glistening clear precum, and licked your lips, wetting them.

You were six and I was 46 but there was the moment's awkward hesitation between two new lovers.

"Go ahead, honey," I breathed, taste my cock like a lollipop.

You knelt up, folding your legs back under you, making your little slit disappear in the tight triangle between your soft legs. 

I held your face momentarily in my both my hands, swallowing hard, my cock on its own, pulsing. Sliding my hands from your face over your shoulders and down your arms, I found your soft hands and lifted them up, placing them on the shaft of my cock.

"Oh god, baby," I gasped, the moment your soft girl hands touched me, touched the hard shaft of my cock.

You moved your face closer, now, and breathed warm girl breath on it, taking a tiny lick at the tip, just like a girl tasting a lollipop the flavor of which she was not sure.

I watched as you processed the taste of my precum, and hoped you wouldn't recoil.  You didn't. 

"Yeah, yeah, baby," I panted in a whisper, "suck it, honey, suck my cock, Lily, put your little mouth all the way on my cock, honey"

(Oh god, Mir, this is getting hard  - I want it all)

You did, then.  You seemed to remember the scene, whatever scene it was, that you had seen in the movie.  Keeping your right hand wrapped around my cock's shaft, you put your left against my stomach, near my chest, and enclosed the head of my cock in your tiny warm mouth.

You sucked, harder than a woman might, but the scene was more than making up for that.  I could feel your mouth drawing my precum out, and I steadied your head with my left hand behind it. My right hand, I closed around your own at my pulsing shaft.

"Oh god, yes, baby, just like that," I gasped, raspy, "awww, yeah, Lily, honey, suck my cock, darling baby." I was already arching, pushing further into your little mouth than would fit. Your mouth was so wet and so warm, though.

You looked up at me, as if for approval, I nodded, frantic, "yeah, honey, keep going, honey.

I realized though, that I wanted more, so I was not trying to work to an orgasm, yet, and was just doing what I could to remain in some control. I let you work at my cock this way with your little mouth for quite some time. You stopping to catch your breath occasionally, then licking the entire length of my cock. You seemed somehow to love it, enthusiastically exploring all of its edges and contours with your tiny tongue.

(ohhhh, fuck..swallowing, panting, aching..pouring precum, here, too)

You stopped momentarily and looked up at me, perhaps wondering about my groans and panting. "Is it going to cum, soon, Mister," you asked innocently, "am I going to make your cock squirt the white stuff into my mouth, like the man in the movie?"

My eyes, glazed entirely, kept blinking open and closed.

"Yeah, yeah baby, you are going to make me cum, honey, but here, wait," I said, breathlessly.  "Remember, you wanted to do other things, too, or wanted me too, remember"

"Oh, those," you replied sheepishly, "I don't know about those..."

"Well I do," I rasped, "and I want to do them, too, honey, cause we might never get another chance, so lets do them, okay little baby?" I murmured.

"Okay, okay Mister, just tell me what you want to do."

"First, stand up, honey," I said, getting a momentary grip on myself, "first stand up so I can see your nakedness, again, all the way"

I moved slightly, and sat now, my back against your headboard, my legs stretched forward.  "Here, stand right in front of me, like this, baby," I said, and took you by your hands, guiding you to stand, straddling me, your beautiful little cunt right in front of my face.

"Awwwww, yeah," I breathed, literally in awe of your tiny brown cunt, "perfect, Lily, just perfect, honey."

"Now, I'm going to taste you, too," I said, moving my face close to your bare pussy.  I smelled your little slit, baby girl smell, indescribable. I caressed your legs, from your ankles, at the tops of those little socks, all the way up to your little round bottom. "Ohhhh, god," I breathed softly, kissing the edges of your pussy, first one side, and then the other.

You giggled, "ticklesssss!" Squirming a bit, you put your hands on top of my head to steady yourself, and my kisses turned to the tiniest of licks into your little slit. Tasting six-year old girl cunt, tongue fucking, ever so slightly, your closed little slit. I stayed back from your little clit, knowing it would be too sensitive to take anything more than what was I was already doing at the gentle inside folds of your pussy, now.

I was being so careful not to over tickle, lest you back away, and it was working, as I could feel you begin to fall into it, shifting yourself here and there, angling your mound against the working of my mouth.  One of my hands was firmly on your taut little bottom, the other drinking the length of your legs. At times I was covering your whole little cunt with my wet mouth, sucking at the entirety of your girl genitals.

So soft, so gentle, so easy, even as my cock ached, and pulsed and waited.

You had fallen into a definite rhythm now, essentially humping my face, our hands having moved from a steadying role at the top of my head, to a more firm grip, behind it.  You seemed oblivious to anything now, except the feeling coming from your tiny cunt, driving you forward.

"Kay, honey," I breathed, before you got too far along, "okay, baby," I said, kissing the wetness of your cunt at its edges, "kay, one second, baby," I reassured, "we're gonna keep going, but hold on..."

I moved some, again, shifting downward in your little bed, breathing the girl scent in its pillows and covers. "Here's what I want you to do next, little baby, big girl Lily," I instructed, helping you down from your trembling standing position. "I want you to lay like this, honey, on your tummy, on mine, so you can suck on my cock again, and make me cum in your mouth honey, while I keep licking and sucking on your little baby cunt with my mouth, okay baby?"

You nodded, quick, and enthusiastic, and I knew it was in part because you wanted more of that feeling in your little pussy.  Baby Lily's little girl pussy.

(Oh Mir...)

You got yourself situated, straddling me, and I felt your soft child hand wrap once again around the thickness of my cock.

I looked at your perfect round little ass, and about came right then. I moved some, shifting a little, sitting up a little so I could get my mouth on your sweet little cunt.

My balls were aching, and I knew it would not be long.  Already you were gobbling, and working my cock with your baby mouth.  Your legs, straddling mine, were presenting your perfect little cunt, slit and asshole, wet with my mouth juice.

I was pumping my cock in your little mouth now.  

I gripped your tiny ass in my hands, both of them, and leaned forward, drawing you back, and licked up the edges of your cunt to your little puckered opening. You tightened at first, but only for a minute, then spread your legs a little bit more, and thrust back against my tongue.

(Gonna cum, soon, honey...gotta, baby...holy fuck, the precum)

You were pumping my cock now with your hand as you bobbed your mouth and sucked at its head.

We were moving together, lost now.

I moved one of my hands up under you, palming your tiny soft wet pussy with two or three of my fingers, pushing against your buried nub, rubbing up and down the length of your slippery slit.  Using the pinky of my other hand, I felt the perfect tiny tightness of your little asshole, pushing my pinky into you ever so slightly while I licked and rimmed around it.

We were both making noises, now, whimpering helplessly as we ground and sucked at one another.

I pushed the first part of my index finger into your soft warm cunt, now, just a little bit, just the end of it and used the other against your clit, hard and swollen, now.

"Suck it, baby," I gasped, and felt your body start to shake, a little girl's orgasm, cumming in my mouth, wet and so sweet tasting, momentarily freezing your suckling at my cock.

You tightened, and shook, and thrust against my mouth and hands, whimpering loud, rotating your baby girl hips and grinding down on my face, and sucking even harder at my cock, now.

"Ohhh fuck, baby, I started to shake, and bucked up, and felt your little hand, pumping my hot cum out and into your little warm mouth. I felt my cum fill your mouth, gagging you for just a moment,  and then pouring out the sides, and down over your hand, still pumping, slow and soft now, big girl-style, getting every last squirt, every last drop.

You collapsed down on top of me, still licking the cum from my cock, your face laid sideways on my thigh. I carressed your back with my big warm hands, up and down, soft and slow, while I cleaned your slit, your lips, and your little ass with my warm tongue.  My baby girl, scented and spent, now.

"I love you, Lily," I whispered, "I love you, honey."

"Come now, baby," I said, drowsy and warm, "come now, baby, come and cuddle with me, little angel, my big girl baby."

You got to your knees, and I took one last look at your completely perfect ass, before you turned around, wobbly-legged, and collapsed again, warm down beside me, your head rested on my chest. I kissed the top of your head, played my fingers over the skin of your face and across your lips, carressing your soft bottom and gathering you close against me.

I closed my eyes and began to fall asleep, "I love you, Miriam," I murmured, "thank you, honey, thank you so fucking much, baby."


god. 
mark, it was so deliciously perfect. 

you had me locked in after the first line. i don't know how i am going to stop myself from reading it before my bedtime on most nights, hoping that all of those images carry on into my dreams. i just got out of the shower, my undies were soaked and you had my body aching so badly i had to go wash up and calm myself down lol 

i know this might be kind of weird, especially now, but i'm really glad that i found you. because you understand. more than anyone ill ever meet, i'm almost certain. and it's made me a lot more comfortable with myself, and my own desires. it feels good. 

soooo, since you wrote me my story, and since it was so fucking pretty (you better not change a thing!), i think you deserve a present. you can decide, and it can be anything (as long as its something). i'm not taking no for an answer! 

i love you too, cherrypie

..upload it.

