Summary: M/g Pedo.  Mastur.  Oral, Cons.  Playing is the way children learn
about the world.

   Disclaimer: The children described here are perfect, ideal, and
completely imaginary.  Reality can never feel this good.  In prison, child
molesters are used as human toilets.


   Title: Let's Play
   Author: Pedro Feelya


   I heard the little girl searching the house for me.  She finally stuck
her head around the corner, and her smile lit up when she saw me.

   "Hello Brat," (my pet name for her).  I started to put my work away.

   "Let's go play."

   No `Hello', no `How are you?' She was interested in only one thing. 
(Not what you're thinking, you sicko.)

   My wife's best friend was visiting again.  I didn't have anything better
to do that evening, so it I ended up entertaining her beautiful nine year
old daughter, as always.  I didn't really mind.  Actually, I loved it.  I
love playing with any kids.  My wife and I never had any kids of our own,
so I had never gotten tired of children.

   I had known Brat since she was five, and it was endless airplane rides
and horsey rides.  Now she was getting too big.  She wasn't fat, so I could
still swing her up in the air, but not for very long.

   "Pick me up!" she immediately begged me.  I picked her up and put her on
my shoulders.  Then I walked through the house to greet her mother and see
what dinner plans my wife had.  I then took Brat down to the playroom in
the basement, making her duck her head as I carried her through the short
doorway.

   As soon as I got downstairs I began to stumble around like I was drunk,
being careful not to actually lose my balance with Brat still on my
shoulders.  Then I (accidentally) dropped Brat onto the couch.  Dropping on
top of her, I began to tickle her mercilessly.

   Then she wanted the bull rides.  I got down on my hands and knees and
she mounted me, wrapped her legs around my chest, and got a choke hold on
my neck.  There was no eight second rule, and I would buck and twist for
minutes at a time.  Each time she fell off, I made sure it was onto soft
pillows.

   Exhausted, I suggested we play one of our many board games.  I always
made sure she won as many as she lost.  Then we got out coloring books and
began to color.  Soon she got bored again, and wanted to wrestle some more.


   I would be lying if I said I hadn't noticed how she looked.  She was
growing up and her long hair flowed past her shining face with striking
features.  When her t-shirt was pulled tight I could see cones of tiny
breasts there.  When she wrapped her strong athletic body tightly around
mine, it felt good.  Sometimes I had fantasized about Brat.

   I pushed her roughly and she leaped on me.  We began to wrestle, with
her trying to stay on top of me and pin my arms to the floor.  I would only
allow myself to use a quarter of my strength.  After a few sweaty minutes,
I let her win.

   Then a truly bad and unacceptable thought occurred to me.  It was wrong,
there is no excuse, but I was insanely horny.  I had been married for over
ten years.  My almost non-existent sex life was so boring I would rather
mow the lawn than have sex with my wife.

   She was straddling my chest, leaned over my face, with her hands pinning
my wrists to the floor.  Having won, she sat up, still sitting on my chest.
She was wearing a loose t-shirt type dress with black thin spandex type
tights, and probably underwear underneath.

   "Do you want to do something naughty?" I looked up conspiratorially into
the eyes of my nine year old friend.  I had never done anything sexual to
her.

   She looked down at me, extremely uncertain.  "What?" she gave me a
critical look.

   "Nothing" I changed my mind.  "Let's play Chess."

   Brat looked over toward the board games, and I could tell she was bored
with them.  I started to wiggle from beneath her.

   "Wait.  Tell me what it is."

   "I can't," I explained, "and you would have to promise never to ever
tell anyone."

   Brat chewed her lips for a few seconds while I pretended to consider
other things.

   "Okay," she nodded.

   "What?  You really want to do it?  Are you sure?  You can never ever
ever tell anyone."

   Now she was really excited.  "Yes!" she almost screamed it.

   She was already sitting high on my chest, with her crotch only a foot
from my face.  Before she could understand what I was doing, I had grabbed
her hips, slid her forward, and slammed her clothing covered crotch into my
mouth.

   "Hey!" she laughed.  She probably thought we were still wrestling.  My
mouth on her crotch wasn't usual, but it probably didn't occur to her to be
really naughty.

   I breathed hot air through her clothing and directly onto her privates.

   "Oh!" she hiccupped.

   Then I began to mouth her pussy through the cloth.  At first she
giggled, laughed, and wiggled.  Then she became quieter and her hips began
to flex a little.

   After a few minutes of this she suddenly started to gasp, "Stop.  I
gotta pee.  I gotta pee, let go of me."

   I immediately lifted my hands from where I had been lightly holding her
legs, and she stood up very unsteadily.  Then she ran for the bathroom
without looking back.

   When she came back, she was trying to look like nothing happened.  I had
already set up the Chess set.  We started to play, but the way she spoke
and looked at me, I knew we would never be the same.



   Her mother didn't visit until three days later.  I wasn't worried that
Brat would tell.  We had shared many other secrets before.

   Brat found me in my office, but I was the first to speak.  "How are you
doing?"

   "Fine," she shrugged.

   "Want to play hide-and-seek?"

   She nodded enthusiastically as though glad to be past the uncomfortable
silence, and instantly we were best friends again.

   We played for a couple hours, even ending up in the basement, where we
wrestled.  After I had tossed her onto the couch, I looked down at her and
asked, "Want to do something naughty?"

   The nine year old girl didn't even hesitate.  "Uh huh," she nodded.  She
had already decided she wanted more.

   I had of course noticed earlier that she hadn't worn tights, just a
skirt and thin pink cotton panties.  I knelt down in front of where she
sat, and leaned over between her legs, as she shook nervously.  I pulled
her skirt up to her waist, exposing her cute pink panties.  Her legs were
spread just enough that I could get my face between them, but when my hot
mouth covered her panty covered pussy, she sighed deeply and spread her
legs impossibly wide.

   I began mouthing her just through her panties, but then I began to lick
the sensitive skin of her inner thighs just to the sides of the tight
elastic bands.

   Brat had leaned back, but was propped up to watch me intently.  Her legs
were spread wide and erotically inviting, but I knew she wouldn't encourage
or reject what I was doing.  As I began to lick, suck, and gently nibble at
her thighs, she began to whimper and moan quietly in pleasure.  That was
all the encouragement I needed.

   I began to force my tongue under the elastic leg bands of her panties. I
continued to lick up and down.  I knew that she was too young to have any
pubic hair, but I had no idea any part of her hard muscled body could be so
soft.

   While Brat had closed her eyes, suffering in ecstasy, I snuck my hand up
and hooked one finger in the leg of her panties.  I continued to bathe the
side of her hairless pussy with my tongue, as I pulled the crotch of her
panties aside to expose the bright pink valley of her pussy.

   Ruthlessly I stuck my tongue deep into her valley, and slowly dragged my
tongue upward, savoring her intimate flavors.  Brat muffled a scream, and
her hands grabbed my head through my hair.  Instead of pulling me back, off
of her, she was pulling my face tighter, into her virgin pussy.  She
continued to swallow and bite back her screams as I continued to lick and
suck at the pink softness I had only dreamed of.

   Within a minute, Brat suddenly arched her back hard, her legs slammed
closed on my head, and she began to pull back my hair with her hands.  I
stopped licking, and began too stroke her legs and her sides with my hands.
In another minute, her body began to relax and she began to breathe deeply
again.

   I was still kneeling between her legs, with her body lying on the couch.
Suddenly she swung one leg over my head and rolled over to stand up, and
wobble.

   "I need bathroom," she mumbled as she stumbled from the room.

   By the time she got back, I had set up the chess set again.  She sat
down and we began to play, as though nothing had happened.



   Almost a full week went by, before her mother came to visit again.  I
was missing my new sex plaything.

   "Hey!" she snuck up behind me.

   "Yeeeeaaargh!" I screamed, and began chasing her through the house.  For
an hour we played our usual games, but soon we ended up in the basement. 
Immediately I threw her on the couch.  To my shock, she froze there, and
spread her legs wide, letting her skirt ride up to her waist and showing
her bright blue panties.  She obviously wanted me to do something naughty.

   I walked over, knelt down, looked deep into her eyes, and then bent my
head down between her legs.  I had barely begun to suck and mouth through
her bright blue panties when she began to wiggle her hips.  She had reached
her hands down and was tugging at her panties.  I lifted my head and she
slid her panties off her butt and up her legs, pulling them completely off.


   I looked into her wicked eyes one last time before looking down between
her legs again.  Her paper white thighs had spread wide again, and the two
thick lips of her pussy were split.  The light skin colored hood at the top
of her valley hid the supersensitive virgin clitty I had yet to nibble. 
There were no ugly brown inner pussy lips, just seashell pink softness.  At
the bottom, was a circle of bright pink flesh that I knew led to a place
more precious than heaven.

   It was incredibly hard to restrain myself.  I wanted to smash my face
into that softness and suck her inside out.  Instead, I slowly and softly
began to lick the outsides, and work my way in.

   In seconds, Brat was whimpering and whining, and pulling at my hair.  I
built her up slowly, carefully, and nursed her pleasure, trying to make it
last a long time.  She tightened up and froze, in a sort of mini orgasm,
but she didn't pull me away, and in a minute I continued to stimulate her
again.

   When she seemed particularly relaxed and trusting, I lowered my head,
and licked down the crack up her ass.  She instantly clenched her butt
cheeks tight, but I continued to try to force my tongue between them.  With
an active effort she relaxed her butt, and I began to tongue her anus.

   At first she seemed to have lost all her built up pleasure, but quickly
she found it again as she relaxed and enjoyed my oral explorations of her
asshole.  She even shifted her hips and lifted her feet high into the air
so her little brown hole stared at me.

   I dug my tongue in a little, and tasted a little dirty bitterness. 
Un-repulsed and hungry for more, I dug deeper with my tongue, but found
only empty hot tight tunnel.  Again she stiffened and I could hear her stop
whimpering as she held her breath.  I could feel another small orgasm
shiver through her body, and I contented myself with bathing the outside of
her asshole with my tongue, until it passed.

   I figured her small inexperienced body had probably had enough, so I
decided to give her one last smashing orgasm.  I returned to licking the
length of her pussy, and while she was slowly building, I stuck my tongue
down in her tiny vagina hole, and wiggled it.

   Brat sucked in a loud breath and began waving her arms around
erratically.  Just when she seemed at the edge of going completely nuts, I
attacked her small hidden clitoris.  I couldn't see how, but she had
covered her mouth somehow and was screaming at the top of her lungs, and
the muffled sound was almost at conversational loudness.

   I let her body heave and flex as she was obviously being hammered by
orgasm, and then she locked up completely and all her screaming stopped.  I
crawled out from between her legs and wrapped my arms around her to cuddle
and comfort her.

   While I sat there, I realized how stupid and reckless I had been.  Brat
screamed a lot while we wrestled and played, but if her mother had come to
check on us, or investigate her strange screams, my life would be over.

   After a few minutes, Brat calmed and relaxed to almost a sleeplike
state. Then she seemed to wake up and looked up at me.

   I don't know why I did it, maybe it was a mistake, but I bent my head
down and kissed her softly and longingly on the lips.  She kissed me back,
and when I lifted my head, she smiled her happiest smile at me.  Was I in
love with a nine year old?

   I then let go of her, and we got up and tried to pretend that everything
was normal between us.  We tried to play Chess again, but did it badly.  We
tried to wrestle, but I couldn't keep my hands off her best parts, and she
didn't resist.

   Finally I asked her, "You want to see my thing?"

   She knew what I was talking about.  At first she blushed shyly, and then
considered it for a second, and then nodded excitedly.  Why not?

   Deciding to be more careful, I snuck back up the stairs to the door down
to the basement, and put a bottle in front of the door.  Anyone opening the
door would knock the bottle loudly down the stairs, and we might have time
to cover ourselves.

   Then I hurried back down to where Brat waited eagerly for me on the
couch.  I tried to act calm as I walked up to her, trying to decide how to
proceed.  I decided to let her figure it out.

   I stood right in front of her and looked down at her smiling. 
Cautiously, she reached out with both hands and began to fumble with my
belt.  I had to help her with the belt and the button and zipper.  My pants
then fell down to reveal a huge bulge in my boxer shorts.  I had had a
hard-on for almost an hour, just after Brat arrived.

   Looking up at me, and then giggling in amusement, she began to tug my
shorts down.  She quickly quieted when the waistband of my boxers caught on
my hard cock.  Pulling harder, my shorts came down, and my cock sprang back
up to point right at her face.

   "Oh my God!" she jumped back in shock, "It's so big."

   Actually, my cock was smaller than average, but it was wonderful that
she didn't know that.

   "Can I touch it?" she asked while reaching for it, not waiting for an
answer.  Her delicate fingers slid down the side of my shaft.  My cock
jumped a little, and Brat giggled again.

   It was the first time in a dozen years that another woman had touched my
cock.  I mean another girl.  I mean a female not,,, You know what I mean.

   "Grab it and rub it," I told her.  "Gently!" I added.

   Brat began to rub her hands all over my cock, and with my encouragement,
my balls also.

   "So what can I do with it?" she asked.

   "You can lick it," I suggested hopefully.

   Brat showed a disgusted face until she thought about it, and then she
shrugged.  She then bent forward and licked the end.  There was a little
pre-cum there and it trailed from her lips.

   "Eww," she muttered, but she licked again, down the side of my cock
shaft.

   I had been making little grunts and groans as Brat had explored my cock.
Now I let out a loud moan of pleasure.  Reassured, she began to lick
steadily.

   "Suck on it.  As deep as you can," I breathed.

   Brat sucked the end into her mouth, and then began gag as she tried to
suck it deeper.  I wasn't too disappointed, I didn't expert her to be a
pro, considering she had never seen a real cock before.

   I pulled back, out of her hands, and turned and sat on the couch beside
her.  Then I took both her hands and showed her how to rub my cock.  She
was having a lot of fun, and so was I.

   She was leaned over, into my lap, so she could handle my cock better.  I
reached my left arm over and around her, and snuck my hand up under her
skirt.  She still wasn't wearing any underwear.  I delicately and gently
began to stroke the outside of her pussy lips with one finger.  When I
rubbed her too intensely, she would lose her breath and her concentration.
So I backed off just a little, just enough to keep her feeling good.

   Brat was hardly an expert, but that didn't matter at all.  She was eager
and tried everything I showed her.  After ten years of being married, I
would have gladly fucked anything that was not my wife, but this was beyond
all my hopes.  A nine year old virgin with a perfect body was eagerly
playing with my cock.  I didn't deserve this.

   Besides, it was all soooo naughty.  I couldn't contain it.  I came,
hard. I grunted loudly.  My hips bucked forward.  My cock pulsed in her
small hands.  And, I shot a white hot load of semen out the end of my cock,
to land in a stream on the carpet, over four feet away.

   Brat froze in shock.  She turned her head to me with a huge `O'
expression on her face, worried that something was terribly wrong.

   Something in my expression calmed her and she even began to giggle.  I
must have had a silly smile on my face.  I hadn't cum that hard since long
before I could remember.  I wanted more, but seriously didn't think I could
handle it.

   Before I relaxed too much, there was something I else I wanted.  I
wanted to say thank you.  I could have fingered Brat to an orgasm, but why
would I settle for that when I could eat her out again.

   I slid down and scooted sideways until I was lying flat on my back on
the couch.  Then I easily lifted her small body up and set her down on my
face, facing my body.

   She giggled like we were playing again, until my mouth covered her
entire pussy.  Her giggles abruptly stopped.  Soon enough, I heard a grunt,
followed by a whimper, and then lots of grunting.

   Suddenly, she shifted her weight drastically.  Hot warmth slid down the
side of my still iron hard cock.  I could feel her licking my cock.  This
turned me on like I had never been before.  I dug my tongue deeply into her
clitoris and vagina, forcing myself to back off when she tensed up in pain.


   I could now feel Brat sucking on the end of my cock, trying harder to
mouth as much as she could.  I was 69'ing a nine year old girl who was
experiencing her first cock ever.  Just the idea of it was too much.  My
pride made me want to make her cum first.  I tried to concentrate on what
would make her cum.  It seemed that she would arch her back every time I
lapped my tongue the full length of her hairless pussy, from clitoris to
vagina, and back again.  I kept doing that, and then I pressed the tip of
one of my fingers hard against her tight asshole.

   She began to buck and slam her pussy down into my face.  She was
cumming, there was no question about it.  Maybe it was my imagination, but
there was an indescribably sweet flavor to her impossibly fresh pussy.

   I wanted to cum.  I needed to cum, but her mouth was still locked over
the end of my cock, my nerve endings were certain of that.  I couldn't stop
it, and that was the most intense turn on I am sure I will ever experience
in my pathetic life.

   I felt my second cum, my second wave of burning hot sperm drowned in
thick white semen, burn from the base of my cock.  I tried to hold it back,
which just made the dam break ten times greater.  I felt like it shot out
at the speed of sound, and into her innocent and unexpecting young mouth.

   I shot, even as she was still arched and stiffened in her own orgasm,
and she choked.  She couldn't lift her head in time, so she choked, but I
also felt her swallow.

   I could apologize, or I could make her feel better by giving her more
orgasms.  That was easy enough.  Girls are so gifted in having orgasms in
perpetuity.  I renewed my oral attack on her sensitive sexual organ,
licking and sucking like it was my last meal.

   She choked on my adult disgusting semen, and then she choked for air as
I forced her young body to arch and spasm yet again.  I was the happiest
villain ever.  She was a wild yet limp doll, a marionette, on my face.  I
knew I was over doing it.  She might never want sex again, but I doubted
it, and I didn't care.

   After her body heaved for over a minute while she choked and struggled
for air, she suddenly collapsed near lifeless onto my body.

   We crashed.  I crashed when she crashed.  As much of a bastard that I
had momentarily become, I was still inexorably tied to her condition, as a
part of my own well being.

   When I came around enough to care again, she was still laying on top of
me, completely limp.  If someone had found us at that time, I would have
been helpless to do anything.  As I began to regain my desperate strength
and stir, so did she.

   "Brat?  Brat?  I'm sorry.  I shouldn't have.  Baby?" I didn't want to
lift her off of me until she was ready.

   "Oh, oh, oh, oh, Oh My God!" She seemed to be okay, or at least coming
back to normal.

   She rolled off of me, with cum and saliva dripping from her mouth.  I
had cum too hard to be turned on by the sight of her trying to stand, her
skirt pulled up to reveal a shiny wet bright red pussy and my semen
dripping from her mouth, but I mentally recorded the image for later.

   She still had her shirt and skirt on.  I still had my shirt on, and yet,
I had experienced more intense sex than in the last half of my life
combined.  And, I hadn't even actually fucked anything.  Somehow I had to
rescue the situation so that we could do this again, or,,, even more.

   "Brat?" I said it as lovingly as I could, "I'm sorry,,,"

   "Oh my God!" she gushed quietly again, "We can't tell anyone, or they'll
never let us do that again."


   We did do that again, and so much more,,,,,





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