Author: Sterling Title: Nine Ways Into a Little Girl's Panties Description: Little girls' panties hold treasures within, and the cute, tender tissues sleep in private. We mustn't touch -- but we can dream. Here are nine different, whimsical, gentle, happy tales of getting inside to fresh, young girly parts. Keywords: Mg pedo lolita 1st het cons humor NOTICE: This story contains explicit sex. First posted 5/19/2012. I'm always eager for comments, whether good, bad or mixed. Comments to email@example.com. I have written many other stories and they can all be found at http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Sterling/ For an index see http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Sterling/A%20%20SUBJECT%20INDE X.txt You are welcome to copy this story if you include the entire text unchanged, including this notice. If you tell me where you have re-posted it, I can enjoy knowing it is appreciated and perhaps enjoy the feedback the story gets where you re-post it. Sterling And now, our feature presentation. Enjoy! ============================================================ Nine Ways Into a Little Girl's Panties Women have panties with feminine treasures inside, ones they are eager to share with the right man at the right time. But what if the panties that make your heart go pitty-pat are at the junction of short, thin legs? What if they are a small size and do not contain broad hips and thatches of pubic hair? A wet, supple, receptive cavity, eager to engulf an engorged male organ and match its urgency... Such is just *not* to be found in such cute little panties. In sober fact, all erotic play in and around girl panties is forbidden. But imagination is free to all. Step through the portal to enticing tales of ways into little girl panties: sweet, erotic, twisty little journeys, all different. --------------------------------------------------------- Fantasy 1 For Getting Into Little Girl Panties: Over the Left Hip Bending over from behind the girl, approaching from the top, find the bare skin between her shirt and shorts. Slide the fingers of your left hand under the shorts at the girl's left hip, then gently under the elastic of the inner protection. Slowly move downward, with a circling motion. Treasure the feel of soft, warm skin below your fingers, and soft cloth above your knuckles. You shouldn't be here, of course, but there's nothing really private about a hip, right? --------------------------------------------------------- Fantasy 2 For Getting Into Little Panties: The Little Samaritan The routine was to sit on the park bench and read, glancing up occasionally at one of the girls. But today one little angel was so stunningly beautiful, with such a bright smile and sweet voice, that I found myself staring. She saw me looking twice and I quick looked away. After the third time, I sensed her walking up to my bench as I stared unseeing at my book. When she reached me, I looked up, trying to act nonchalant. She had her hands on her hips, looking stern. "I know that look, mister. Come with me." She grabbed my right hand and I let myself be pulled. Was she going to bring me to her mother for a reprimand? No. Instead, she pulled me to a secluded spot at the edge of the park among some bushes. We were out of sight of everyone. And then before I could protest she grabbed my sweats and briefs and tugged them halfway down my thighs. I was shocked. "Ummm," I said. "Gosh! I, um..." My cock was swollen but not at all stiff. She looked at me with a mischievous smile, then she stroked my cock tip once before reaching under to heft my balls. "Nice and heavy," she said with a twinkle in her eye. My cock was rapidly filling and separating from my body as it began to rise. "Um, hmmm, uhhhh," was all I managed to say. "You look so hungry, mister. For me! I bet you'd like to lighten up those balls a bit by doing that naughty thing up inside my panties." She smiled up at me. "Oh, dear! No! I... Um..." Still smiling, she sighed and said, "You're all like that. Don't worry. I like making men happy, and I'll never tell. And it looks like your pee-nis is just about ready to do it, too. Nice fat, long one." "Who's watching out for you?" I asked. "My mommy, but she won't be back for an hour." "Um, what if someone comes?" She switched to a whisper. "Wanna take a risk? Am I worth it?" She was so cute, so sexy, and so friendly... She pulled me down to the moss growing between the bushes. "You look at us little girls all the time, but never get to do anything about it, right? Here's your chance! Get all naughty and sticky with my tender little privates? Would you like to? Yeah?" Mesmerized, I nodded. She had hitched her dress up around her waist, giving me a view of her panties. They were whitish but stained faintly yellow in the crotch. "Poke that big penis in, back and forth and all. One guy didn't make it inside and just spurted goop all over my panties. But you could poke that giant thing right up *inside* my private girly hole and shoot your mess up there? You wanna do that?" I nodded. To spurt a dollop of sperm into this little girl's cunny would be heaven. She spread her legs wide. "Now you get to see inside a little girl's panties!" she said, and hitched up her butt to pull them down around her ankles. I gulped, and she giggled. As in a dream, I started to maneuver into position, figuring the angles. She rose a bit, leaning back on her elbows. "Wait... You know you can only do this 'cuz I say you can, right?" I nodded vigorously. "They're *my* panties, and *my* peepee parts, right?" I nodded again. "Good..." She leaned back with a contented sigh. "Don't you need time to, uh, get ready? Like wet?" I asked. "Nope. When you looked at me back in the playground it made me start getting wet, and talking about it made me wetter, and seeing a big pee-nis ready to poke into me made it all ready to go." I lowered myself onto the girl, thrilled with the danger and the excitement. "OK, that's right, let me grab your thingie -- right there -- now push..." I pushed, and felt a hot wetness around my tip. It had a playful feel to it, somehow. "There, that's good..." It slid inside, and as she studied my face, she gave a delighted laugh. "You look so excited! You've got a nice big one. Keep going -- deeper." This was heaven! She was slick and hot, and my cock kept sliding in, farther and farther. I started pumping in and out. "You think I'm pretty?" she asked shyly. "Yes, yes! You're gorgeous!" I said with total sincerity, pumping and panting. She giggled. "I get warm tingles too when you do it like that. OK, go ahead and 'jaculate. Make me sticky up inside my pussy! Before anyone comes!" I nodded dumbly and jammed my rampant organ in and out of the little girl's pussy with a vengeance. "It's so warm and cozy... Now do that big naughty mess up in my body!" She was begging me to do what I wanted more than anything in the world. Pleasure fogged my brain as her hot cunny gripped me with silky wetness. "Aaaahhhhhh!" I moaned urgently as I began spurting. She smiled and said, "Awwww! You look so happy! I can feel each mess of goop when you shoot it out." After a few seconds, she added, "You got it all out of your system now? Emptied your balls? Peed it all up into my girly body?" I nodded dumbly. "Oh, goody." She giggled, and lifting her head up she rubbed noses with me, then whispered "But we don't want anyone to find us like this!" I withdrew and slid off to one side. She scrambled up, pulling up her panties as she rose, then smoothing her dress down. "No one came to see us this time." "Whew." "OK, I gotta go! Bye!" I pulled my sweatpants and briefs back up so I'd be decent, but I was still so spent from my unbelievable ecstasy that I just sat on the moss. After a minute she ran back. "Now I can feel your stuff leaking out onto my panties. More stains. My mommy thinks I don't wipe myself, but I do! It's you men who aren't quite toilet trained!" She gave an evil little laugh. "But I like to make you poor men happy. It's worth it." And with the sweetest smile and laugh, she ruffled my hair with her hand before she tripped back to the playground. --------------------------------------------------------- Fantasy 3 For Getting Into Little Girl Panties: Down From Her Back Place your hand flat against the small of the standing little girl's back. Move it downwards until your fingertips brush the panty cloth. With a swirling motion, work your fingers underneath, then keep going. Appreciate the two little buttocks that take shape under your fingers and then the crack beneath them. Your little girl will spread her legs a little so you can continue your explorations. Separate your fingers to skirt her anus, but as soon as you are past, bring them together at her centerline once more. Your prize will soon appear: a second, smaller crack between soft puffy flaps. Enjoy the flaps, and note the slit, but stay outside. Her inner parts are tender, they're shy, and they're private, after all! Treasure the moment. You've proved beyond doubt that she's a girl. --------------------------------------------------------- Fantasy 4 For Getting Into Little Girl Panties: Mysticism The little girl was gorgeous. I smiled at her briefly as she and her mother went by, and she smiled back. Sigh. Then they stopped. I could barely overhear the conversation. "Mommy?" "Yes, Rachel, honey, what is it?" "That man back there made my panties damp." "Oh? What do you mean?" "He looked at me and smiled. I smiled too and then my panties got damp." My heart started pounding. Could it really be? "Oh! Damp from your privates?" "Yeah." Did he seem nice to you?" "Yeah!" "Would you like us to go talk to him?" "Uh-huh." Mother led daughter back to where I was waiting for the bus. "This one?" The girl smiled and nodded. "Hi, I'm Molly. My daughter Rachel says you made her panties damp." "Oh, um, well, hmmmm...." I stammered. Now that it was really happening, it was hard to believe. "That's OK. Are you willing? You know, to..." I looked at her. "You think I could bless her?" She looked at her daughter. "Are you sure your panties got damp?" "They're getting wetter all the time." Molly looked at me. "So, are you willing?" "Um, yeah! Sure!" "What's going on, mommy? Why are my panties all wet?" "We'll explain in a minute, dear." "Where can we go?" I asked. "How about that bench over there?" "It's pretty public." "Yeah, but it's out of everyone's way, at least. And everyone thinks a blessing is so nice." "Well, OK." My cock was by now very hard in my pants. "What are you talking about?" asked little Rachel. We sat on the bench, all three of us. Molly took her daughter's hands. "You know how babies are made? Remember?" "Yeah," said Rachel. "The big, long daddy thing pokes up in a woman and leaves a glob of stuff that grows in the woman's tummy?" Rachel nodded and made a face. "Well, this man here is one of the unusual ones who likes the idea of leaving globs of stuff in little girls. And he especially likes you." "That way?" "Yes, and your body responded just to his thoughts, getting all wet down there." "Why did it get wet?" "So his big long thing can slide in smoothly. That means you two are aligned and he can give you a blessing." "What's a blessing?" "All kinds of good things happen to you. And you'll feel -- well, I was never that lucky when I was a girl, but they say it's fantastic. You'll find out." "Look, mommy!" she said, pulling her dress up. Her panties were soaked and it had gotten her dress wet too. "I didn't pee -- I know I didn't!" "Oh, we know it too." Then she looked at me. "I think you'd better do it soon. At this rate, she'll be suffering from dehydration." I smiled, and she smiled back. "So you lie back, Rachel, and scrunch your dress up -- let's get those panties off." "But everyone can see me!" "Don't worry about that -- it's a blessing." The mother handed me the sopping panties. I sniffed them deeply, feeling a vibrant pleasure with a different dimension -- a spiritual dimension, maybe, that made all the pleasure stronger and more wholesome somehow. When the girl had lain back, all spread out on the bench, I pulled down my pants and briefs, revealing a large, very stiff organ. "What's that, mommy?" she asked. "That's his big penis; that's what he's going to bless you with." From the sidewalk there was a brief cry. "Look, it's a blessing!" By ones and twos a crowd gathered around. "Why's everyone looking?" asked Rachel, obviously nervous. "This is a very special event, and everyone loves to see them. Just trust me, OK?" My eyes were glazed over, and I moved in to mount the girl. But now I felt no embarrassment, because I knew I was about to do something wonderful, maybe even divine. "He's gonna stick that... in me?" asked Rachel, apprehensively. "Trust me, dear," said Molly. "It's going to hurt a little, too, but just for a few seconds." The girl stared at the huge organ lining up between her legs and started crying a little. But her mother said, "Look at me, dear. Keep looking at me. It won't hurt long." Rachel looked at her mother, fighting back tears. I lined up and grabbed the little one's thighs, then began nosing my cock against her opening. I pushed. Using my masculine strength was the right thing to do, without question. I pushed harder and then harder still, and began to get a little ways in. "Ouch, mommy!" "Shh, shh," said her mother. "Look at me." "Oooffff!" said I, my cock opening up the girl's channel. I pressed into her harder. Rachel was crying, but I knew her tears were part of the plan. The girl's mother's calm cooperation removed all doubt. A woman from the street said, "Look, he's in now." "Yeah, and there's a little blood," said a man. "Yeah, that's part of it." After a minute, I finally got my cock into the girl as far as it would go. I could feel the end of her pussy. At that moment, Rachel's attitude changed completely. Her face had been a teary pout, and now it went slack. "Oh, mommy, mommy, what is that? It feels *so* good!" In the little crowd nearby, the first onlooker said, "She went over the line, it's all good for her from here on out." I was like one possessed. "Unnnh, unnnh, unnnnnh!" I grunted, over and over again, louder and louder. Yes, this animal lust was exactly what was required. The girl laid out below me for sexual access was beautiful beyond words. "Oh, Rachel, my dear sweet daughter," said Molly, stroking her daughter's cheek, as the girl looked up vacantly, a small smile on her slack mouth. "Unnnh, unnnh, unnnnnh!" I grunted, louder and deeper, my slick cock flashing in and out of the small girl faster and faster. Finally I gave a huge shove and let out a roar, pressing my cock up tight into the girl as I froze. Indescribably rich orgasmic pleasure seized me. I felt myself give seven shots into the little girl, each one a full spurt. I'd never done that before. "Mmmph, mmmph, phhhhh, zzzzzz," moaned Rachel softly. Slowly my body started to relax and I slid out of her tender pussy, collapsing back on the bench. I held my head in my hands. "I don't envy him," said one of the onlooker men. It was uncomfortable. Partly it was the transition from such ecstasy back to the mundane world, partly it was a big headache, and partly it was aching balls. To give a blessing a guy's body reached deeper into his sexual innards and shot out more stuff than any other time, including different stuff. And it hurt his body -- my body -- to part with that different stuff. "Ummm, is there anything else we need to do?" said the mother to the onlookers. "You're done, you just go home. Here, let me help," said the woman. "Is your car near here?" "Yeah, just a block." "Carry her in your arms, and don't worry about her dress, it's going to get soaked. They always spurt a ton of stuff when they do a blessing." The mother smoothed down her dress and picked up the limp, ecstatic girl. The woman took her parcels A man helped me to my feet, and I waited for the next bus. Rachel would be limp for six hours, barely able to move. When she came out of her ecstasy, she would quickly get back to her old self. But she would be blessed. A little bit smarter, prettier, kinder, happier, stronger, faster, and luckier then before. And with a memory of sexual ecstasy that she'd rarely if ever match later in life, even when her sexuality reached its full bloom. Unless, of course, another man blessed her. It was rare for a girl to get two blessings, but it did happen. --------------------------------------------------------- Method 5 For Getting Into Little Girl Panties: Up Her Skirt Kneeling in front of the girl as she sits, nudge her legs aside just enough as you slide your right hand between her thighs. Enjoy her laughing smile as she warms to this secret, naughty play and spreads her legs to help you. Rejoice in the warm, smooth skin on either side of your hand. When your fingertips reach the cloth of her panties, explore ever so gently, pressing lightly against every spot until you feel the warmth of the girl underneath. Then begin a vertical stroking motion, from top to bottom, right at her centerline. Tease her with a little hint of the pleasures that are hers for the asking. When you can't stand it any more, press your right palm against the inside of her upper left thigh, and wriggle those fingertips inside the elastic of her panty leg hole. Slide smoothly over her soft, smooth labial skin until you reach the center. Slide your fingers up and down, continuing the same basic motion you were using outside. With your index finger, burrow in a little more, ever so gently. See if you can find any moisture at her vaginal opening. It's best to keep your other fingers outside, since they might hit her very sensitive little clit. --------------------------------------------------------- Fantasy 6 For Getting Into Little Girl Panties: The Mind-Reading Contraption "Hey, little girl, do you want to know what I think about?" "Yeah, cool!" "Well, then let me put this headset on you... There, just like that... OK, now I'll turn it on..." "Oh! Oh, wow! Cool! You're so smart! How do you know so much? ... You really think I'm pretty?" She giggled. After a moment she looked at me, eyes wide, face turning a little pink, then put her hand over her mouth. "That's very naughty! Very, very naughty!" I shrugged. Somehow it was important to me not to actually ask her to do anything. But I couldn't help my thoughts. They just came to me. Right? Right. "My mommy taught me not to let anyone see my underpants!" I nodded. "But wow, you really want to see them! I guess my mommy never dreamed how much a man might want to." I said nothing, but felt blood pulsing into my cock. My thoughts could convey my urgency more than words ever could. "You're getting all naughty in your own underpants too. Wow, let me lie back on the bed. You want to so much, wow... See my panties!" She hitched up her dress and wiggled her hips, driving me crazy. "Now you want me to take them off?" she said with wide eyes. I looked at the panty cloth on her crotch longingly and managed to actually shake my head a little. "You do too!" she said. "But it's private. You're very, very naughty!" I nodded, looking down sheepishly. But she hunched her hips and pulled the panties off. She giggled again. "You are so, so bad!" She spread her legs, just like I hoped she would. "It's just my girly peepee parts... Now you want to look inside?" She managed incredulity at every step; it was erotic. I raised my shoulders and shrugged, as if indifferent, but gently spread her labia to see the complicated folds within and the little opening. "It's all yucky down there. You want to stick your finger in that funny hole! ... Oh, but it's not nasty to you. Not at all... You love it so much! Gee... Well, it's your finger." I slid my finger into the intimate wetness, then I moved up on the bed "You want to take off your pants too? Hmmmm... Well, if you really want to." I exposed myself to the dear young thing. "Whoa! It's really big! Your peepee thingie. Weewee... What's it called? 'Penis'! That's it, I remember, 'penis'." It twitched. "You want to poke that against my own little hole? My mommy says it's a 'vagina'. Well, OK. Oh, that's so, so naughty! Isn't it gross? No, I guess you don't think so. You really, really don't think so!" My masculine tip kissed against her feminine lips. I was frantic with desire, but said nothing. She grew quiet. "You want to stick that in me? Yuck! But... How can you want to so bad? It feels all funny down there... Like my innards are getting warm and big... And like I'm wetting myself! It's nasty and yucky, but you like it so much... OK, push a little. Ouch! That hurts." I paused, trying to balance my desire not to hurt her against my lust. She sensed my question. "It doesn't really hurt much. You want it so much -- more than I don't want to hurt." I looked at her once more, trying to make sure. "Yeah, keep going -- you naughty man." My lust engaged, I pressed inward. "Oooh, ouch! Oooo, wow... Should you stop? No, don't stop... Jeez... I've got a big hole! You got that thing poking into me! And you want to keep going in... Yeah, don't stop..." Half of my shaft had oozed into the tender girl's hot, wet channel. That was enough. "Now, you want to go back and forth... Well, OK. Wow, that feels funny..." I began an in-and-out motion, in heaven. As the minutes went by, she gave occasional sighs and giggles and commented on my pleasure. "Hey, I'm liking it too. Not just you. It's what a girl's hole is made for! I never knew that... Yeah, hold me tight with your arms. That feels nice. Wow, you're just *taking* me. It's all different and funny, but I know you're being nice to my body... I'm so happy to have that thing poking into me. Wow, am I full! This is fun!" I shifted to greater urgency. The motion felt exquisite, but I was driven to finish. "And you're going to pee in me! Yuck! It's special pee, but even so... You want to so much! What a naughty, naughty man you are! It feels really good right there where your thingie is shoving in and out... Really good. You want to be naughty up there? OK, do it! Let it out! Mess up my innards... A gift? If you say so... Oh, so naughty. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oooooohhhhhhhh!" She shuddered. I pressed in and out urgently. "Unnh, unnh, unnh, unnh, aaaahhhhh!" I said, reaching heaven as my cock pulsing rhythmically, disgorging sticky sperm into the little girl's private, tender pussy cunny hole. "Oh, oh, aaahhh!" she said, her orgasm trailing off. "What a sweet little gift! And you got so super happy it was amazing! And you made me happy too!" I slid out. "Look at it all sticky like that... Sure, let me lick it! ... Tastes good... You want to lick me? Down there? Well, OK! ..." I did, and settled in for a long, luxurious series of tender tongue caresses. "Feels nice -- very, very nice!" She moaned as the minutes went by. "Hey, I'm going to get happy again... Oh, oh, oh, mmmmmmmmm!" She panted. "Oh, and your thingie is hard again. You wanna stick it up there again? Up my cunt? What a nasty word!" I didn't realize she could get actual words from my mind. "OK, there you go! It's called 'fucking'? Ooooo! I know that's a naughty word... But it's a really nice thing to do." I pressed in, delighted at the relatively easy penetration. "And it goes in so easy this time, since it's all sticky and wet. You going to make me even stickier and wetter? You naughty man!" I slid in and out with long, slow strokes. She wriggled her butt all different ways, increasing my pleasure and lust. Minutes went by, both of us making quiet sounds that showed our lust. "Hey, you're going to make me that wavy happy again!" "Unnh, unnh, unnh, unnh... aaaaahhhh!" I said once again, and she echoed the sentiment with an "Oooooohhhhhhh", an octave or two up the scale. So we spent the afternoon. Whenever my cock was soft, she was licking it and I was earnestly licking her juicy tender little privates, and she convulsed with her orgasms. Whenever my cock was hard, I stuck it up her pussy cunny hole and drilled her until I spat a little more cum onto her junior cervix. She fell asleep with my cock in her mouth, and began nursing on it, or so it seemed. "Yeah, sure!" she said in the morning. "I bet all my friends would love this. Once they have this funny wire thing on their heads, they'll understand how much you want it, and they'll all want to pull down their panties like bad girls and show you everything and let you touch and fiddle and poke and stuff them with your big fat thingie and mess up their pussy parts. Yeah, they'll all want to do that!" --------------------------------------------------------- Fantasy 7 For Getting Into Little Girl Panties: Lap Girl While sitting in a chair, let the little girl take off her pants and sit on your lap. Let her spread her legs wide so her lower legs dangle outside your thighs. Put your fingers in your little girl's mouth so they get nice and wet. Then with your palm against her belly, move down over her junior mound and let your fingers slip under the waistband of the panties. The exquisitely soft labial flesh that she's been hiding inside will materialize under your fingers. Massage it gently. Adding extra lubrication as needed from your little girl's spit, rub her left lip with your index finger, her right lip with your ring finger. Ever so gently open her up with those two, little by little, making room for your middle finger. Explore her vaginal opening, and notice the growing wetness. But stroke in an upward motion, very gently, until you find her young clitoris at the top of her inner slit. Stroke upward, over and over, very patiently. When the girl tells you it feels really good and wants it to feel better, tell her your tongue can do an even better job at making her feel good -- but for that she'll have to take her panties off all the way. Her lust will overcome any lingering modesty, and she will agree, eagerly ditching her panties. --------------------------------------------------------- Fantasy 8 For Getting Into Little Girl Panties: The Junior Lolita Pageant It was the finals of the Junior Lolita Pageant. The dancing, singing, story-telling, swimsuit, and modeling rounds had already happened. Now it was the seduction round. All three of us judges would grade contestants on everything we could see or hear. But only I could judge a girl on how things felt, because I was the one she was seducing. The seduction was the heart of the contest. Contestant #78 was the last of the day, and she was a real contender. She had already earned good marks for her looks, her smile and her sweet voice. The simple, silky white dress she wore for this round would score well too. As I stood in front of her, she unfastened the button of my pants without fumbling, then deftly pulled the zipper down, and did both with a touch of sensuality. She pulled the pants down several inches. She'd get some points for her flirtatious smile before she pulled the elastic of my briefs out from my body, leaving the tip of my cock poking up strongly. Fetchingly, on tiptoes, she bent down to just barely lick the tip. Exquisite! She stood back and put her hands on her hips. "Now, *you're* going to have to help me out, Mr. Smith," she said with confidence. And indeed in my experience there was no comfortable and sexy way for her to actually pull my jeans down without my help. So I followed her lead and quickly stepped out of them and my briefs. She giggled as she looked at my straining cock, but then she got a solemn look. "Please, sir, if you wouldn't mind too much, could I please touch your thingie?" It was very convincing humility. "OK, if you really want," I said, putting on an air of nonchalance. "Oh, thank you!" she said with an appreciative smile, and approached. The fingers of her warm hand stroked my scrotum very lightly before she cupped my balls gently in her palm. Meanwhile the other hand traced lightly over my cock. Not everyone would have liked to be in my position. See, I have a pretty small cock. Five inches long, but the main thing is it's not very thick. And here it was on full display for not only contestant #78 but the other two male judges, the nine other little girl finalists and four female attendants for the girls -- not to mention the TV audience. But my little cock had its advantages, including qualifying me to be in that present position. Thin cocks are good for little girls; we don't want to injure them or even stretch them out *too* much. She held it straight out from my body and made a tongue-flicking motion in front of it, without touching, eyebrows raised in a question. I nodded. She'd get points for good nonverbal communication. Her tongue work was fabulous. I had to fight the impulse to close my eyes, because that would keep me from judging the visual aspects of her show. She didn't try to take lots of my cock into her mouth, and I liked that. It wasn't appealing unless done well, and a little girl just couldn't deep throat very well while keeping up her cheerful demeanor. "Very nice, honey," I said when I was good and aroused. I didn't want to come in her mouth. She instantly pulled off. "You want to see under my dress?" she asked impishly. I nodded, and she flipped the front of it back and forth, giving me tantalizing views. She eyed my cock and said, "You know what I'd really, really like?" "What?" "Could you poke that into my panties? Please?" She shut off that hint of a whine with, "-- if you don't mind." I nodded, perhaps a little too emphatically for an impartial judge. She lay back on the bed and I knelt above her. She wasn't the most delicate about pulling her panties down -- it lacked a certain grace, and she'd lose a fraction of a point over that. As I lowered my tip towards her glistening opening, she said, "Now, be gentle, Mr. Smith, because I'm just a *little* girl." That wasn't the usual line, but it actually worked very well in combination with her mischievous smile. Her switch to a little girl voice was seamless and very erotic: "Kiss your peepee 'gainst my private cunny place, 'kay?" Oh, that would be no problem -- no problem at all! I struggled to maintain my professional detachment. Young as she was, her pussy lips stretched smoothly to accept my probe. Her ring of muscles was relaxed, not tight, which at this point was a plus. "Ooo, ooo, oooo! That's so nice," she said with a smile. She was hot and slick, and even when my penis first poked through into her body cavity, she didn't grip with her muscles -- excellent! Little girls are so tight it's better when they don't grip. "It'd feel even better if you could get more of it into my cunny -- if you don't mind," she said, respectfully but with great allure. That was no problem at all, and I kept pressing more and more of my meat into her. Even at a mere five inches, it takes a while to stuff it all into a wee girl like her. Finally I was in to the hilt, and I started humping back and forth. "You naughty man!" she said playfully. "Sticking your big weewee into my girl hole!" She was a natural! The effect of her dress bunched up around her middle was very erotic, as it implied spontaneous, illicit passion. "Wanna sniff my panties?" she whispered, displaying them a foot from my face, inside out, the crotch towards me. That was not one of the required moves, but it worked! I nodded dumbly and she playfully smushed the cloth against my face. I humped away with great excitement, trying to focus on an objective evaluation of her as a contestant, but it was difficult. She let the panties fall onto her dress, and then caressed my neck with one hand, my cheek with the other. "Can I have a big squirt of daddy pee?" she asked urgently. "Please?" What hot talk! I began thrusting in and out of the little thing with purposeful abandon, my pleasure building. "Gobs and gobs, you big, wonderful, naughty man!" she exclaimed. It felt fantastic. Then just as I was approaching my peak, she squeezed gently with her pussy. The timing was perfect, and I was in heaven as I began spurting inside the little dear. I wasn't really supposed to come in the contestants, I realized as my spurts weakened. But most judges couldn't help it now and then. I'd already probed the innards of each of the other 9 girls for a good long while, and thought I'd done well to hold off this long. She won, of course. And part of her prize was that she got to sleep with me for a whole week and get me to do her again whenever she wanted. She wanted it every night and every morning, and I didn't mind in the least. --------------------------------------------------------- Fantasy 9 For Getting Into Little Girl Panties: Your Horny Little Live-In Lover She's such a good girl: she's done all her chores and given you a back rub. Then she looks at you with her big eyes and smiles, showing off her dimples. So even though you've done it twice already that day, you find that once more you can't keep your hands off her. So as soon as you say "OK" she loses her dress and then stuffs her panties down the front of your jeans -- a promise for later, whenever you can get it up again. But now she's flat on her back, legs spread wide, fingers holding her girly flaps open, fixing you with pleading eyes and whimpering. Put your hands on her chest so you can gently rub each nipple with a couple fingers. Then zoom down to sniff her magnificent girlhood, and give her your tongue. You know by now how she likes it best. Appreciate her moans, gasps and sighs as you switch rhythms and pressures. Sniff deeply of her shifting scent as her desire builds. When she reaches her drawn-out shuddering, moaning, gasping orgasm, treasure the moment. Think how lucky you are to be able to love your little lover to the very limits of your desire. You're getting hard again already... ============================ And now, back to the real world where you keep your hands away from all the little pairs of panties. You don't even look, at least no more than a very occasional stolen glance. And no little girl ever even suspects what you fantasize about. What did you think? I'm always eager for comments, whether positive, negative or mixed. Comments to firstname.lastname@example.org.