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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.