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   Babysitter - Jenny Chapter 2 - Mg, touch

   <begin Intro> Vanessa wants to know about some funny feelings that she
has been expereincing, and catches Greg peeking at her undies.

   He whows her just how good those funny feelings can be.  <end intro>
Disclaimer:

   This is a work of fiction.  No illegal activity described

   herein was carried out, this document details fantasies

   that took place late at night when I was alone in bed.  I

   firmly believe that no fifteen minutes of pleasure is

   worth the innocence of a child.  Besides, I derive much

   pleasure from the company of children, playing with them

   or simply watching them at play, I am not going to risk

   this for any momentarily heightened sense of pleasure.

   If you are under the age of eighteen the law says I've

   got to tell you to go away, so, "Go away!" Common sense

   says you're going to ignore me, so don't blame me if you

   go blind, your parents find you in possession of this

   document or your space bar to stops working.

   If this type of material is illegal in your city, state,

   country, then see above, substituting "law enforcement

   agency" in place of "parents".
Introduction:

   Between now and the new year I will be unable to do much

   writing.  Instead I will be proofreading this story, and

   possibly a couple of others, and publishing a chapter or

   so every day or two.

   When I next have the time to write, your responses will

   determine which stories I will work on.  So if you have

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   Chapter 2 - Vanessa

   "O.K.  Where to?" I ask, starting the car and pulling out from the
gutter.

   Vanessa starts giving me directions that I follow, until after about ten
minutes or so she says "Stop here."

   Obeying, I pull over to the side of the road and turn towards her, "O.K.
what's this all about?" I ask.  "You obviously don't live here, there's
nothing here but trees."

   "I know." she says quietly, "It's not far though, I just wanted to talk
to you without my big brother seeing."

   "I'm not sure that's a good idea." I say, "People might get the wrong
idea if they see you alone in a car with a strange man."

   "It's O.K.  nobody ever comes down here on weekends." she says trying to
reassure me.

   "I'm not sure that doesn't make it worse if somebody does come." I
mutter, then to her I say, "O.K., but you'd better make it quick, your
mum's going to start wondering where you got to?"

   "No she won't, she's at the footy with daddy that doesn't finish till
past five o'clock.  That's why she would have been mad if I called her on
the mobile and got her to come and get me."

   "O.K.," I say, "your big brother isn't looking and your mum isn't
wondering where you got to, so what is it you wanted to talk to me about?"

   Lifting her right leg up onto the seat, she twists around to face me and
says, "Promise you won't tell anybody."

   'Uh-oh' little warning bells start to ring, and I think about it for a
few seconds before replying, "Well I can't promise outright, but I won't
say anything unless I really think somebody needs to be told and I'll tell
you why I think so before I do.  Is that O.K.?"

   "Oh it's nothing bad," she avows, "or at least not really, but it's
embarrassing and I don't want everybody to talk about it."

   "In that case I shouldn't have to say anything." I reply, "So what's on
your mind."

   Blushing, she squirms into a more comfortable position leaning back
against the door, and for the first time I notice that with her right knee
pressed into the back of the seat and her left foot still on the floor her
skirt has been pulled tight across her lap, exposing her nylon encased
pudenda.  This time however, the thin fabric is all but transparent, having
been soaked by the sweat raised during our strenuous table tennis game.

   Every detail of her little pussy is open to my interested gaze, the only
effect of the damp gauzy fabric stretched tightly across her young mound is
to tinge the pale flesh with pink, giving it a look of heightened arousal.
Within my pants my cock begins to stir, and to hide my beginning arousal I
match her posture and turn to face her.

   "Um it's real 'barrassing promise you won't laugh or anything." Vanessa
murmurs quietly, blissfully unaware of just how ''barrassing' it would be
if she was aware of her exposure.  But since no harm was being done, I say
nothing, vicariously enjoying her unconscious display.

   Trying to keep her unaware of the direction of my gaze, I reply, "I
promise, and I've often noticed that things aren't always as bad as they
first seem, especially if you share them with a sympathetic listener."

   "Well you know how you said I was sexy?" she begins, adding as an aside,
"Is it true, do you really think I'm sexy?"

   "Vanessa," I reply, "I think that you are one of the most beautiful
girls I've ever had the good fortune to meet and in a few years you will be
the sexiest thing on two legs.  But that's not really what you dragged me
out here into the middle of nowhere to ask is it?"

   "No, but it happened then." she replies with a deepening flush.

   "What happened?" I ask in confusion.

   "What I wanted to ask you about." she continues, still skirting the real
issue.

   Sensing her hesitation, I lower my eyes from hers, incidentally getting
another look at her beautiful little pussy, which for some reason seems to
be a little fuller than a minute or so earlier.

   With eye contact broken, she seems to gain courage and she continues,
"When you said we was sexy, I sort of felt funny and it happens at other
times too."

   I immediately see where she is headed and I wonder whether I should cut
it off now or take the risk of letting it develop further.  A slight shift
in her posture however, calls my attention back between her legs, and I
find myself prompting her.  "What do you mean 'funny'?"

   "Sort of squirmy.  Like butterflies in my tummy, but lower." she admits,
her flush deepening as she all but whispers the last two words."

   "Between your legs you mean?" I ask.

   "Uh-huh." she whispers, her face burning a bright crimson.  "Is that
normal?  I mean I'm not sick or anything am I?"

   "Don't worry," I smile, "it's perfectly normal, and I bet you're feeling
it right now, right?" I don't even have to see her nod to know this is
true, as the dark patch of moisture - no larger than a five cent piece -
staining her undies attests.

   "Uh-huh, its real strong right now," She admits, "and it was even
stronger the time I saw my brother rubbing his thing.  Is that bad?"

   "Well it depends on how you look at it." I reply, getting a nervous
giggle in response to my inadvertent pun.

   "No, not like that silly." I smile, "I mean your brother would probably
be upset if he knew you'd been spying on him and your parents wouldn't like
it either, because they probably think you're a bit young to know about sex
yet.  But so long as nobody got hurt and you don't make a habit of it, I
don't think that it's anything to worry about."

   "Oh good," she says in relieved tones, "b'cause I didn't really mean to
spy, I just heard him making noises like he was hurt or something.  So
looked to see if he was O.K.  and he was rubbin' his hand up and down his
thing, and it didn't look like it did we were little.  It was all swollen
and red like it was sore.  Then pus came out of it and I felt scared so I
ran away.  I thought he was going to die or something, but he was all right
later.

   "Then after I went to bed I heard him making those noises again and I
felt that scary feeling again but it wasn't really like being scared.  It
was sort of like the good scared you get on the rides at the show, but it
was different b'cause it wasn't in my tummy, it was in my privates."

   "Did you touch yourself there?" I ask.

   "No, Mum says it's nasty." Vanessa replies, "Does that mean Geoff was
doing something bad?"

   "No, it's something perfectly natural." I reply, "It's just that some
grownups were told that it was bad when they were kids so they still think
it is, but nearly everybody does it sometimes."

   "Why?"

   "Because it feels good." I reply, "How much do you know about sex?"

   "I sort of know that it's how babies are made," she replies, "Mum says
I'll find out all about it when I get married."

   "That's a pretty silly attitude." I say without thinking.

   "Huh why?"

   "Because it can get you into a lot of trouble if you're not careful." I
reply.  "Look, I really shouldn't be telling you this.  If your mum found
out I could get into a lot of trouble."

   "Oh I won't tell." she promises quickly, "How come I can get into
trouble?"

   "Well it's like this." I say, "Your mum thinks that if you don't know
about something you won't be tempted to try it.  On the other hand I think
it's pretty stupid, because if you don't know what something is, you
mightn't be able to stop it in time if somebody else tries to make it
happen."

   "What if you're at a party and this really cute boy tells you he knows a
way to make you feel really good and he asks if you want to try it.  At
first he just wants to cuddle and kiss, and since some others are doing it
you go along.  Then he starts to touch you in a certain way, and that feels
good so you let him keep doing it.  Then a bit later he does something
else, and that feels good, so you don't stop him, and before you know it,
he's trying to make a baby inside you.  All because you didn't know what he
was doing, so you didn't know you should stop him."

   "But wouldn't he stop, if he knew he was making a baby in me.?" she
asks.

   "It's highly unlikely, boys don't have to carry the baby so they don't
worry about it.  Also there are ways to keep from having a baby, so even if
they do think about it, they'll probably think that since you aren't
stopping them, it's all right to do it."

   "Do you know what an instinct is?" I ask.

   "Yeah, it's like how a dog turns around a few times to flatten the grass
before he lies down, even when he's on carpet." she replies.

   "Exactly," I say, "it's something you can't help doing, unless you are
thinking about it and make a conscious effort to control it.  Now every
living thing, has an instinct to make babies, and since a boy doesn't have
to make much effort to make a baby his instinct is to try and make as many
as he can."

   "What about girls?"

   "Girls feel the same thing too.  A girl however, has to put quite a lot
of effort into making a baby.  First to grow it inside her body for nine
months, and then to look after it until it grows up.  So they're a bit more
choosy about who they do it with.  The problem is that if a boy can get her
feeling good enough, her instinct to make a baby can take over.  Then if
it's the right time and everything goes exactly right they start a baby
growing."

   "Doesn't a girl always have a baby when she does sex with a boy?"

   "Has sex." I correct automatically before replying, "No, most of the
time it just feels great, and that's to make you keep on doing it until you
do have a baby."

   "Was that why Geoff was rubbing his thing?" she asks.

   "That's right," I reply, "it feels a lot like having sex does, but not
as good, because nature want's people to do it together so that they make
more babies."

   "What about my feeling funny?"

   "That's your body getting ready, just in case you might have sex." I
answer, "If you see something like your brother pretending to have sex, or
something happens that makes sex more likely, your body starts to send
signals that feel good, just in case."

   "Like when you saw us in our knickers?" she asks.  Then noticing the
direction of my gaze, which had been drawn back between her legs by her
mention of the word 'knickers', she yelps, "Hey you're peeking."

   "I'm sorry," I apologise, as she hastily pushes her skirt down to cover
herself.

   "It's O.K.  I guess." she replies blushing, "It's like what we were
talking about, isn't it?  I was showing you my knickers by accident, and
when I said it you had to look, because it made you think about sex."

   "Pretty much," I admit, "but I'd better confess, I've been sneaking
peeks at you ever since we stopped and you turned around to face me."

   Blushing furiously, Vanessa turns to face the windscreen and stares off
down the road for a few seconds before saying, "And you didn't tell me
because it was making you feel good, just in case, right?"

   "Yeah," I confess, "but I'm old enough to know better and I should have
told you."

   "But its an instinct, so you couldn't help it could you?" she asks,
giving me an opportunity to weasel out.

   However, honesty makes me say, "Well it was, but I wasn't at the stage
where I'd stopped thinking about it, so I could have stopped at any time, I
just didn't want to."

   "I'll bet I'd feel even more squirmy if I let you see them on purpose."
she says with a sudden mischievous grin.

   "Uh, I don't think that's a good idea Vanessa." I say.

   "Why not?" she asks seriously, "Would it make you try to have sex with
me?"

   "No, I just don't think it's a very good idea." I repeat.  "You're a lot
younger than I am and it could get me into a lot of trouble."

   "But only if somebody found out right?" she asks, "Well I'm not going to
tell anybody.  I won't even tell Jenny.  I bet you'd like it if I showed
you my knickers."

   "Yes I would." I admit, "I'd like it a lot.  But if you do, it's got to
be because you want to do it, not just to please me."

   "Here goes." she says blushing.  Locking her eyes challengingly with
mine, she lifts her leg back onto the seat and pulls the hem of her skirt
above the waistband of her low cut knickers.

   Breaking contact with her eyes, I look down between her legs at her
perfect little nylon encased pussy.  The visibly swollen lips are tinted
pink by the fabric of her knickers, but even without that covering they
would be glowing faintly pink as attested by the narrow strip of labial
flesh exposed by her movements.  Splitting her protuberant mound, a slight
indentation of the fabric delineates her slit.

   "Oh wow!" she gasps, "It really does make me feel squirmier."

   "Me too," I breathe softly, "you have a beautiful pussy."

   "But it's just a little crack." she objects.

   "Not at the moment," I say, "look."

   "Oh wow!  it's all swelled up." she cries, "Sort of like Geoff's thing
was.  Is your thing like that?"

   "Yes." I reply, "My penis is just like your brother's was."

   "Is that what it's called?" She asks, "The boys at school call it a
dick."

   "Well penis is the proper name for it, but it's also called a dick,
cock, prick, and a whole lot of other names.  Just like your pussy is also
called a vagina, or more properly a vulva, because your vagina is actually
just the hole that goes up inside you.  It's also called a cunt, twat,
quim, beaver, and a lot more."

   "That's a bad word though isn't it?" she asks.

   "You mean cunt?" I ask in return, and when she nods I continue, "Most of
the time it is, because that's the way people mean it when they say it, but
you can also use words like it to make the squirmy feeling better. 
Personally though, I prefer pussy, because it makes a girl purr when you
pet it."

   "Would it feel good if you touched my pussy?" she asks, her voice almost
inaudible.

   "Again that's probably not a good idea," I say, before admitting, "but
yes it would feel good, and If I did it for long enough, it would feel very
good.  But I think would be best if you did it yourself when you get home."

   "But you'd like to do it, wouldn't you?" she asks, again putting me on
the spot.  "And you said, doing it yourself doesn't feel as good."

   "Yeah.  I'd like to do it, but I shouldn't." I admit, "And this is
definitely not the place to do it."

   "There's a fire track just up the road." she tells me, "You could drive
up there and we'd be really private."

   "Are you sure?" I ask, "This is a pretty special thing and you need to
be really sure before you have sex with someone."

   "Would we have to have sex if you touched my pussy?" she asks in
surprise.

   "Not baby making sex," I explain, "which is when a boy puts his penis
inside a girl's vagina, but there are a lot of other ways to have sex, and
touching each others sex parts is one of them."

   "Would I have to touch your penis too?" she asks.

   "No, you wouldn't even have to see it if you didn't want to." I reassure
her.

   "Oh I want to see it," she tells me, "but I'm not sure that I want to
touch it."

   "That's all right," I reply, "you don't have to do anything that you
don't want to."

   "Can we go then?"

   "Well Stanley," I address my joyfully twitching cock, "this is another
fine mess you've gotten us into."

   "What?" Vanessa asks in confusion.

   "Joke Hon," I reply, while starting the engine, "I was telling my cock
off for getting me into trouble."

   "How come?"

   "Because most people think little girls like you aren't supposed to have
sex, especially with a man." I explain, "And they think that men like me
who like to show little girls about sex are bad."

   "Even when I want you too?" she asks in surprise.

   "Even then." I confirm, "They'd say I forced you into it and you were
too young to know what you were asking."

   "That's silly." she says, "I really do want you to do it, and you
wouldn't force me to do anything I didn't want to, would you?"

   "Never." I reply, "I'd never do anything you or anyone else didn't want
me to do.  All you ever have to say is stop and that will be the end of
it."

   "Well let's go then." she says impatiently, flapping her skirt to get my
attention.

   Grinning, I pop the clutch and take off, leaving a rooster tail of road
dust and gravel behind us as I head for the fire track half a mile down the
road.

   Less than five minutes later I pull up under an enormous ghost gum and
kill the engine.  For another minute both of us stare silently through the
windscreen, neither of us wanting to be the first to speak.

   Finally though, Vanessa breaks the silence, saying, "I've got to ask
you, don't I?"

   "It'd be better if you tell me exactly what you want me to do," I reply,
"I want you to feel like you're in total control the whole time."

   Blushing furiously, Vanessa fumbles with her seatbelt, giggling
nervously as she fails twice before finally succeeding.  Released, she
shuffles across the seat until her thigh touches mine.  "I want you to do
it." she mumbles quietly.

   "Do what?" I ask, wanting her to express herself exactly.

   "Lift up my skirt and look at my knickers again." she replies almost
inaudibly.

   "O.K.," I say, "tell me when you want me to go further."

   Moving slowly so as not to startle her, I turn to face her and reach
across to place my right hand on her leg, just above her knee.  She
shudders slightly at the touch, and I pause, waiting for her jerky nod
before continuing.

   Caressing her thigh softly, I slowly move my hand upwards until my
fingers brush against the hem of her short, pleated skirt.  Once more I
pause waiting for a signal to continue, and when I receive it - again a
slight nod - I take hold of the soft fabric and carefully lift it upwards
until I can tuck it into the waistband.  Taking my hand away I, lower it to
her knee and tarry to gaze upon her sweet innocent charms.

   With her legs pressed together, the tension has been taken out of the
fabric of her knickers, and the cloth sags slightly, leaving her hairless
little quim, visible as only a vague shadowy indentation at the juncture of
her thighs.

   Waiting for her to become accustomed to my extreme proximity, I let my
hand rest where it is, gently rubbing my thumb back and forth over the
exquisitely soft skin of her leg.  Then as she relaxes I apply a gentle
outward pressure to her leg.  She offers no resistance to my touch,
allowing me to guide her leg until the edge of the seat prevents further
movement, then without any additional urging on my part, she lifts her
other leg to rest on top of mine.

   "Beautiful." I murmur, as once again the sheer fabric of her knickers is
moulded to the smooth, soft curves of her delightful young pudendum.

   For several seconds nothing more is said as I drink in the enchanting
vision.  Her quiet, "Touch me." gives me the permission that I have been
waiting for.  However, rather than moving directly to her vulva the way she
seems to expect, as indicated by the slight tensing beneath my hand, I
gently rub my hand up and down her leg, approaching the juncture of her
thighs a centimetre at a time.

   Finally as the inside of my thumb brushes against the delicate, yielding
softness of her nylon encased pudenda, a strong shudder ripples through her
slight frame and a quiet moan escapes her slightly parted lips.  Then as I
slide my hand away another moan emerges and she pushes upwards with her
hips, sliding a little toward the edge of the seat.

   Encouraged, I press more firmly against the resilient flesh of her
precious, pre-teen mound, drawing another murmuring sound of pleasure from
her throat.  With my hand encircling her upper thigh, I softly trace the
elasticised leg band of her skimpy knickers with ball of my thumb.

   "Mmmmm, that's nice." she tells me, smiling happily.

   I press a little harder, angling my thumb so that the elastic of her leg
band begins to ride over the top and with each pass move a fractional inch
closer to her waiting slit.  As I close on her cleft, Vanessa begins to
respond to my touch, her hips rocking in gentle counterpoint to the motions
of my thumb.

   At the base of her cloven mons, my ultimate goal makes itself apparent,
her juvenile juices staining the fabric of her knickers in an ever widening
circle.  The sweet, delicate aroma of childish arousal fills the air of the
car.

   Finally, my thumb slips into the soft, warm, crease separating her
smooth, hairless pussy lips and my thumb brushes over the extended tip of
her sensitive clit.  The sudden heightening of sensation causes her to suck
in her stomach with a sharply indrawn breath.

   Released from the waistband, her skirt slides down over my hand,
concealing her sweet charms from my gaze.  Uncharacteristically irked, I
make a sharp abortive motion to flick it aside with my hand, only to be
brought up short by my thumb caught in the front of her knickers.

   My sudden motion, breaks the spell holding Vanessa making her giggle,
and reach down to take hold of the hem of her skirt, but instead of lifting
it back up, she pulls it down hard over my wrist, trapping my hand against
her leg.

   Afraid that I have scared her, I look up into her face only to be met by
a cheeky grin.  "I didn't say you could touch *inside* my knickers." she
teases me.

   Matching her tone, I respond, "Well, I'd better take it out then."

   "Don't.  You.  Dare." she enunciates forcefully.

   Although able to move my hand beneath her skirt, I hold it still,
saying, "Well we seem to be a something of an impasse.  What next?"

   "Hmm," she murmurs with mock thoughtfulness, "my skirt seems to be in
the way.  Do you think I should do something about it?"

   "I guess we could wait until my hand drops off." I reply.

   "Nah," she grins, "I think something else should come off instead."

   The flatulent rip of parting velcro rends the air as she lifts her
bottom clear of the seat, and tosses her skirt over the back of the seat
with a flourish.  "Ta da!"

   Presented with the slightly rounded, eight inch wide expanse of clear,
pale skin between the low waistband of her knickers and the ragged edge of
her hacked off tank top, it is my turn to express my pleasure with a
sharply indrawn breath.  My eyes however, are inexorably drawn lower by the
sight of one bare, hairless labium, exposed by my earlier attempt to rid
myself of the now absent skirt.

   "Do you like my pussy?" she giggles, half wickedly, half nervously.

   "It's a very pretty pussy." I reply stroking the ball of my thumb over
the, soft, hairless ridge of flesh.

   For a few seconds she all but purrs at the my soft gentle touch, then
without warning she lightly slaps my wrist.  "Stop that!" she giggles, "I
want to ask you something."

   "Yes?" I ask, pausing with my thumb still touching the soft flawless
skin of her bulging preteen mound.

   "It felt real good when you were rubbing my pussy," she says, "then when
you touched the middle, it felt like an electric shock, how come?"

   "Have you ever tried to look inside your crack?" I ask.

   "When I was a little kid." she replies, "But Mum, told me it was bad and
I shouldn't do it."

   "Well, just inside your crack up near the top there is a little knob of
flesh called your clitoris or clit for short.  It's full of nerves and when
you get excited it swells up and sticks out a bit." I explain.

   "Show me." she commands.

   Lifting my hand from her leg, I use my left hand to pull her knickers to
the side, fully exposing her jutting mons to my gaze.  For more than a few
seconds I simply stare at her perfect hairless mound, cleft in twain by a
thin vertical slit.  Toward the very top, at the apex of her prominent
mound the slit widens slightly, parting to make way for the small, pink
nodule of her clit.

   Suddenly I am brought back to earth as, with the impatience of youth,
Vanessa verbally prods me, "Well hurry up and show me."

   Taking a deep shuddering breath, I use my thumb and middle finger to
part her soft, resilient labia.  Again I pause to take in her sweet charms.
Bounded on either side by her partially flattened pussy lips, a glistening
coral pink crease stretches from her stiff little clit down to the rose
pink dimple surrounding the dark centimetre diameter entrance to her young
vagina.

   Placing my index finger within this flushed, rosy groove at the base of
her clit, I push upwards forcing it to stand clear of its protective hood.
Indicating the glistening little pearl, I ask, "There, can you see it?"

   "Sort of," she replies, straining her neck to see better, "but not very
well."

   "Damn I wish I had a mirror." I mutter.

   "I've got one in my makeup case." she offers helpfully.  Even as she
speaks, she twists from beneath my hands and climbs up onto the seat.

   Leaning over the back of the seat, she reaches for her bag which is just
out of reach.  Not lifting a finger to help, I watch her little bum wriggle
delightfully beneath it's totally inadequate covering as she pushes herself
back until she finally overbalances, her hands on the seat behind me, and
the middle of her thighs resting on the back of the seat.

   Unable to resist the temptation, I reach back and playfully slap her
tight little bottom, once on each cheek.  She lets out a sound that is half
outraged squeal and half giggle.  Trapped as she is, she can do little to
stop me, so I repeat my mischievous abuse of her quivering little derriere.
Again she squeaks her indignity and tries to escape by pulling herself the
rest of the way into the back seat.  However, I'm not yet finished with my
delicious little target; restraining her by one ankle, I slide my hand up
the back of her leg and over the taught mounds of her buttocks.  Gripping
the waistband of her knickers, I draw them down to the tops of her thighs
and lay a rapid volley of light taps on her wriggling bum, continuing until
her giggles become to much for her and she slithers helplessly into the
back seat.

   Scrambling out of my reach, she jerks her knickers back up over her hips
and glares unconvincingly at me for a few seconds before succumbing to
another fit of giggles.  When she recovers, she informs me in a pouting
voice, "You're bad.  You touched my botty."

   Then having delivered her accusation, she climbs up onto the seat and
points her 'botty' at me as she crouches over her bag.  For a few seconds I
stare at it and the pouting split mound beneath it as she rummages through
the contents of her bag.  Then as her delving continues beyond the point
where she could have emptied her bag several times over I realise that she
is waiting for me to be 'bad' again.

   Twisting in my seat, I catch her watching me out of the corner of her
eye as I reach toward her upthrust rear end.  Cupping my hand for maximum
auditory effect I bring it down with a satisfying ringing crack.

   "Ouch!" she squeals unconvincingly, and rises up onto her hands and toes
as I lift my hand.

   I apply another nine noisy but painless blows to her slowly swaying
bottom, watching in amazement as the dark patch marking the entrance to her
vagina blooms rapidly.  Within seconds, the entire area covering the twin
ridges of her pouting labia becomes all but transparent, revealing every
detail of her young sex in exquisite detail.

   The look she throws me when I stop is frankly disappointed.  Then when I
make no move to resume, she digs into her bag, immediately coming up with a
compact.

   Standing on the back seat, she keeps her back to me as she throws her
leg over the back of the front seat, presenting me with a perfect view of
her nylon clad, pre-teen pudenda, and filling my nostrils with her
irresistible scent.  Lifting her other foot from the seat, she lies along
the back of the front seat, straddling it with her pussy less than a foot
from my face.

   Prompted by some wicked demon within me, I blow a stream of air onto the
saturated scrap of cloth covering her hairless little pussy.  Shocked by
the sudden chill between her legs she squeals and tumbles the rest of the
way into the front seat, her heel narrowly missing my jaw as she lands half
in my lap.

   However, my laughter dies before it begins as I see the scared look on
her face as she tentatively reaches down to touch herself between her legs.
The moment her finger touches the damp fabric she jerks it back with a look
of immense distaste on her face.

   Looking at me accusingly, her almost tearful lament, "You made me wet
myself." brings the laughter back to my lips.

   One look at her face though, makes me choke it back and hasten to
reassure her, "Hey it's O.K.  You haven't peed your pants."

   "Well what is it then?" she asks, struggling to sit up.

   "You know how I told you about your body getting ready to have sex?" I
ask.  When she nods I continue, "Well part of getting ready is to make some
slippery stuff so that it doesn't hurt when a boy's penis goes into your
vagina, and so that it slides in and out easily."

   "Here," I say taking hold of her hand and folding three of her fingers
into a fist, leaving her index finger extended.  "Drag your finger over
your belly."

   Guiding her hand, I press her finger hard enough against her belly to
make her grimace a little as the skin catches and wrinkles.  Still holding
onto her hand, I push her finger against the fabric covering the entrance
to her vagina, grinning at her distasteful expression.  "Now try it again."
I say releasing her hand.

   She does as I instruct, her eyes widening in surprise as her finger
slides almost frictionlessly across her abdomen.  "Hey it's really
slippery." she cries, then remembering what I'd said a few moments earlier,
she asks, "Does a boy's penis really go inside a girl's vagina?  Is that
how they have sex?"

   "That's right," I reply, "it's called sexual intercourse, or to use
naughty words, fucking, screwing or rooting."

   Like the little girl she is, she giggles embarrassedly at the rude
words, and reminded of a preschool toilet humour joke I'd heard once, I go
on, "Poo poo, pee pee, booby booby, bum."

   Totally out of proportion to the joke she doubles up, holding her belly
as gales of laughter leave her totally helpless.  Then as she begins to
recover, I dig my fingers into side, renewing her giggles and making her
squirm in an attempt to protect her vulnerable ribs.  A minute later I
desist as she cries out, "Stop or I really am going to pee."

   With heaving ribs she regains her composure, eying me warily as she
slowly straightens.  Then without warning she launches herself at me, her
hooked fingers reaching for my ribs.  Laughing, I let her tickle me for a
few seconds then retaliate in kind, causing her to become wedged between me
and the steering wheel.

   "Stop, Stop!" she gasps.

   "And if I don't?" I ask, pausing with my fingers still touching her
ribs.

   "No, please." she pleads, "I really gotta pee bad."

   "Can I watch?" I ask, grinning.

   "God no!" she yelps, jerking upright with a rosy flush on her cheeks. 
Seconds later the flush deepens, and almost wonderingly, she says, "Oh wow,
thinking about you watching me pee, is making me feel all squirmy again."

   "So can I watch?" I ask.

   Avoiding my eyes and blushing furiously, she whispers, "O.K."

   Opening the door, she clambers out of the car, and waits as I crawl
across the seat and follow her.  Then, even though there is nobody within
sight, she moves behind the trunk of the tree I'd parked under.  When I
join her a moment later, I pause struck dumb by the mythical sight that
greets me.

   Her hair shimmers like spun gold in the dappled sunlight streaming
through the canopy above, and the little clothing that she still wears
blends almost imperceptibly with her pale skin, leaving her as if naked
before my sun dazzled eyes.  This coupled with her slight frame and elfin
features leaves me with an otherworldly image of a hamadryad caught in the
process of merging with her tree.

   Suddenly the spell is broken by her giggling, "You'll catch a fly if
you're not careful."

   "Huh?" I ask dumbly.

   "Shut your mouth silly." she giggles.

   "Oh." I say shaking my head, "I couldn't help it, you looked like a
goddess standing there beside your tree."

   "Really?" she squeals, "Did I really?"

   "Honey, I wish I'd had a camera," I say softly, "you looked like
something out of this world."

   "That's naughty," she giggles, "I bet you just want to take pictures of
me with hardly any clothes on."

   "No clothes'd be better." I whisper, making her blush and giggle
nervously.

   She seems to think about my words for a few seconds, then reaching a
decision, asks quietly, "Want me to take them all off now?"

   "Honey I'd love it, but only if you want to do it." I reply.

   "Uh-huh." she nods, "Thinking about it is making my tummy do real big
flip-flops."

   Still possessed of a small vestige of modesty she turns her back to me
and crossing her arms across her chest, draws her top off with a smooth
economy of motion that is in its own way more erotic than any ecdysiastic
performance.  Hanging the scrap of cloth on a broken branch stub, she
glances back at me, catching me adjusting my prick into a more comfortable
position.

   A sudden grin flits across her features and she puts a sensuous sway
into her hips as she hooks her fingers into the waistband of her knickers.
Pausing for effect she glances back over her shoulder, then begins to
slowly inch first one side then the other of her knickers downward.  With
the top half of her buttocks revealed, and the fabric of her knickers
beginning to sag, she turns to face me.

   Slipping her fingers around toward the front, she gives me be a brief,
split second, flash of her rounded pudendum, before once again turning her
back to me.  Then bending forward, she pulls them down to her knees and
reaches back to pull her buttocks apart, exposing the pale pink rosette of
her anus and below it, the split out thrust mound of her swollen,
glistening labia.

   My cock twitches at the obscene sight presented to me, and she grins a
wicked upside down grin when she sees me adjust it once again.  Then I
spoil it for her by saying, "I can see what you had for breakfast."

   Snorting loudly, she looses her balance and tries to take a step forward
only to be brought up short by the knickers about her knees.  Two or three
hobbling steps later she manages to regain her balance, and stand, uttering
disgustedly, "Eew gross!" as she wipes her arm across under her nose, then
again, "Yuck!" as she surveys the gooey ribbon of snot adorning the back of
her forearm.

   I can't help laughing at her revolted expression, and the glare I get in
return would melt battle steel.  Still chuckling, I take my handkerchief
from my pocket and offer it to her.  "Here."

   She rudely snatches at it, first scrubbing under her nose and blowing
into it with excessive noisiness, then wipes down the length of her arm
before throwing the sodden wad of cotton back at me.  Handling it with mock
distaste, I shove it back in my pocket, and grin at her.  "Better?"

   "No!" she yells stamping her foot.  However her knickers are still about
her knees, and she stumbles once again, falling against my chest with an
involuntary giggle.  "Stupid undies."

   "Here let me." I say.  Dropping to my knees on the hard clay, I find
myself looking down on her pussy from just a few inches above it.  A
dusting of fine almost invisible hairs coat her bulging mound and pale
puffy lips, juvenile precursors to the coarser mat of hair that will come
with advancing maturity.  But for now, her prepubescent genitals lie
revealed in all their perfect, unsullied glory.

   "Hey you're supposed to be getting these bloody stupid knickers off."
she admonishes.

   "Oh yeah, so I am." I briefly grin up at her, then go back to staring at
her out thrust mound.  "But it's such a pretty pussy."

   I take hold of the sides of her knickers and draw them down to her
ankles, holding the leg holes open so that she can pull her sneakers
through and step out of them.  Now totally naked except for her shoes, she
takes a step backwards and assumes a slightly aggressive stance, her hands
on hips thrust slightly forward, and her feet about eighteen inches apart.

   "You better move," she warns, "I'm gonna do it standing up like a boy."

   Wanting to get the best view possible, I shuffle sideways until I am
outside the splash zone and drop back onto my heels, putting her sweet
little cleft just bellow my eyelevel.  Grinning up at her, I say, "O.K. 
fire away, m'laddo."

   Giggling, she makes a tunnel of her thumb and fingers, holding them at
the top of her mound as if taking aim with, what would be for someone of
her size, a monster cock.  She pushes her hips a little further forward,
and her forehead furrows a little in concentration.  Then a few seconds
later she lets out a little sigh of relief, as a small spurt of pale yellow
pee squirts from between her puffy pussy lips, just beneath her curled
little finger.  That first spurt quickly slows to a dribble that splashes
into the dust between her toes, then rapidly gains force, emerging in a
strong parabolic stream that impacts a good two feet in front of her.

   My cock, which had been about three quarters hard since we had left the
car, suddenly springs painfully to full rigidity at the incredible, erotic
sight of this ten year old enchanted creature peeing for me.  Unwilling to
miss a single second, I endure the discomfort of my achingly folded member,
as I watch the golden stream slowly loose strength, until the last dribble
splashes once more between her toes leaving a final shimmering droplet of
urine clinging to the right hand lip of her vulva.

   "Your turn." she announces with a glance toward my groin.

   "Don't need to." I say as I rise to my feet with a groan.

   The disappointed look that passes across her face, lets me know what she
really wants, even I hadn't already know.  I chuckle saying, "Even if I
wanted to I couldn't anyway."

   "Why not?"

   "I'd be pissing up my nose if I tried." I say.  "And why didn't you just
ask for what you really wanted?"

   Blushing, she remains silent, but her eyes, fixed as they are on the
bulge in my trousers, are as eloquent as any words she might utter.

   "You want to see my cock don't you?" I ask her.

   "Uh-huh." she nods, her flush extending down her tiny erect nipples.

   "Here or do you want to wait until we get back to the car?"

   "Back in the car I guess," she says, lifting her top off its hook, "I
gotta wipe up."

   Keeping her feet just far enough apart to lend an unnatural roll to her
gait, she passes in front of me, which lets me watch the rhythmic clenching
of her tight boyish buttocks.  Taking a couple of tissues from her bag in
the back she carefully dries her hairless, little mound then looks around
for a place to dispose of the soiled wad.

   "Put 'em in the ashtray," I tell her, "I'll get rid of them when I get
home."

   "Thanks." she says while doing as I'd suggested then, still naked, slams
the back door, and waits for me to crawl back into the front before
slipping in beside me.

   "O.K.  big boy," she says in sultry tones spoiled by the giggle that
follows, "show me what you got."

   Starting at the top, I slowly unbutton my shirt, tugging it out of my
waistband to get at the last button.  Then when I fold it back to either
side, she giggles, "Wow you look like a gorilla.  Can I touch it?"

   "If you like." I reply.

   Reaching out with one hand, Vanessa pats at the dense matt of hair
covering my chest and abdomen, then combs her fingers through it, her
delicate touch sending deliciously icy fingers crawling up my spine.  "It's
softer than it looks." she says wonderingly.  A few seconds later she
withdraws her hand and waits expectantly for me to continue.

   The rattle of my belt buckle sounds unnaturally loud in the still
silence of the bush.  Then as I reach for the button fastening my trousers,
I hear Vanessa's sharp intake of breath.  With my fingers on the tab of my
zipper I pause teasingly, then slowly lower it, each rifle like crack of
the parting teeth sounding distinctly in the charged atmosphere.

   Finally, the zip is low enough for me to take hold of the waistband of
my slacks.  Lifting my hips, I push them down to mid thigh, leaving the
outline of my rigid prick clearly visible through the tightly stretched
fabric of my jocks.

   "Would you like to do the rest?" I ask, looking to Vanessa's eyes.

   She responds with a frightened shake of her head, so I ask, "Are you
sure about this?  We can stop if you want."

   "No I want to see it." she says hurriedly.

   "O.K.  here goes then." Seizing the last scrap of cloth covering me, I
push them down to my trousers and lean back.

   Vanessa gazes with rapt fascination at the rigid shaft of flesh rising
up from the curly thatch of hair covering my groin to lie against my belly.
Surmounting the shaft, the shining purple glans flares out over the
wrinkled collar of my foreskin, with a glistening drop of precum beginning
to weep from the open slit at the tip.

   Several tense seconds pass, then Vanessa breaks the spell by saying,
"You *do* have a hairy bum."

   The incongruity of her words cracks me up, causing me to laugh
uproariously for a considerable amount of time.  Vanessa's higher pitched
giggle joins with my laughter, as she falls against me.  Then as our mirth
turns to gasping pants punctuated by the occasional snort, she suddenly
goes stiff in my arms.  At the same time I realise that her hand is resting
on my now limp member, pressing it into my leg.

   Her hand jerks back as if she had been scalded, and both of us begin to
apologise at the same moment, stopping and starting again simultaneously
until we once more break out in fits of the giggles.  For two or three
minutes we dare not look at each other until Vanessa says, "It wasn't like
I thought it'd be."

   "And how was that?" I ask.

   "Sort of slimy and gross I guess." she replies, "But it was just sort of
warm."

   "Well is your curiosity satisfied?"

   "Yeah." she says, "How come it's got small like that?"

   "You don't think we blokes walk around like we've got a hunk of salami
in our pockets all the time do you?" I ask with a smile.

   "I dunno." she says, "I never seen one properly before except for babies
and my brother's when we was little."

   "Well most of the time, it's small and soft like this," I explain, "it
only gets big and hard when I think about sex."

   "Can you make it get big and hard?" she asks, "I want to see what it
feels like then."

   My cock twitches at the thought of my tiny ten year old companion's
fingers on it.

   "Did I do that?" she asks in amazement her eyes fixed on my slowly
expanding member.

   "What do you think?" I respond.

   "I think that you want me to rub it with my hand like my brother was."
she replies.

   Another twitch of my cock signals my agreement and she giggles, "I think
that you want to put it here." She slips her hand between her legs and
drags her slim fingers over her full labia stoping with her middle
fingertip nestled at the very top of her slit.

   Instant hardon.  My cock impacts on my lower belly with a meaty slap
causing Vanessa to squeal with surprise.  "Oh wow you want to fuck me." she
says, her voice containing a mixture of fear and carnal hunger.

   "I don't suppose there's any point in trying to deny that particular
charge." I chuckle, then continue more seriously, "But I promise you that
if it ever happens, it won't be until you are absolutely sure that you are
ready, and it won't be some hurried quickie in the back seat of a car."

   "Will you really do it when I want to?" she asks, the fear receding from
her voice.

   "Only if it's possible for us to do it without causing any trouble." I
reply.

   "Of course." she agrees in matter of fact tones.  "How do I keep from
having a baby?"

   "Well in your case you don't have to worry until you after you start
having periods." I reply, "Do you know what they are?"

   "Yeah," she replies in tones reserved for brussel sprouts and maiden
great aunts, "that's when girls start bleeding down there.  I think it's
gross."

   "It's not that bad," I say, "at least you don't have to stuff a bloody
great hunk of sponge between your legs like your grandmothers had to do."

   "Yecch!"

   "Or how about a nice dry cow patty." I continue with a grin.

   "No way!" she exclaims, "I don't believe you."

   "It's the truth," I say, "some primitive tribes used to use dried animal
dung, and they used it instead of nappies too.  Look it up if you don't
believe me."

   "I'm glad I didn't live back then, then." Vanessa says with some relief,
adding with morbid curiosity, "What else did they do?"

   "Let's see, they chewed up food for babies and old people without any
teeth.  They made white leather by soaking it in buckets of piddle.  To
this very day, there are people in Africa who eat nothing but milk mixed
with the blood of their cattle.  People used to uses spices to hide the
taste of rotten meat because they didn't have refrigerators."

   "How come people talk about the good old days them?" Vanessa asks.

   "Because everybody prefers to remember the good things that happen to
them and they forget about the bad." I explain.

   She nods thoughtfully for a few seconds, then picks up her compact from
where she'd dropped it on the floor.  Handing it to me with a broad grin,
she says, "I want you do something *bad* to me now."

   "O.K.  bad girl," I say, kicking my shoes off and pushing my pants down
onto the floor.  I lift her across me and lean back into the corner formed
by the back of the seat and the door, then pull her back against my chest,
"Lean back against me and put your foot up on the seat."

   She does as I ask, resting her head in the hollow of my left shoulder. I
examine the compact, discovering that the lid easily detaches from the base
and that the mirror itself is of the magnifying variety.

   Handing the mirror back to Vanessa, I say, "O.K.  hold this so you can
see between your legs properly, and I'll show you what's what."

   "Oh wow!" she exclaims, "I can see everything."

   "Well that was the general idea." I respond dryly.

   "Oh yeah." she giggles.  Grabbing my hand she pulls it against her
mound, commanding, "Hurry up I want to feel good again."

   "O.K.  O.K.," I say, "don't get your knickers in a knot."

   "Haven't got any." she giggles, "Hurry up."

   Insinuating my right arm between her and the seat, I trace her outer
labia saying, "These are your labia major which means big lips, they
protect the rest of you pussy and help to keep it clean."

   Gently prising them apart I continue, "O.K.  inside you should be able
to see two little strips of skin." I feel her nod against my chest,
"They're your labia minor, or little lips, or if you want to be really
crude, your piss flaps." She giggles at the appellation causing my fingers
to slip deeper into the soft folds of her preteen vulva.

   "Ooh." she murmurs with a delightful squirm.  "Do that again."

   "We'll get to that in a minute little Miss Impatience." I reply
chidingly, "Your little lips do pretty much the same job as the big ones,
but do you see the little knob at the top where they join together."

   "Uh-huh," she nods, "that's my clit thingy isn't it?"

   "That's right." I say approvingly, "That's your clit, clitoris, clitty,
love button, little man in a boat, plus a few more names besides.  Well
your inner lips, stop it from chafing between the big ones and making you
squirmy all the time."

   "Little man in a boat?" she inquires.

   "Well don't you think it looks a bit like a canoe?"

   "Oh yeah." she giggles.  "What's that little hole just underneath him?"

   "That's your pee hole." I reply, "And down here at the bottom," I cover
her vaginal entrance with the tip of my finger and press gently, "is your
vagina."

   "Your penis wouldn't fit in there," she says disbelievingly, "it's way
too small."

   "You'd be surprised just how much it stretches." I reply.  "How do you
think the baby comes out?"

   "It comes out of there?" she asks incredulously.  "Wouldn't that hurt."

   "That's right, the baby comes out the same way it goes in." I say, "And
yes it does hurt.  Quite a lot sometimes, but these days doctors can make
it so you don't feel it if you don't want to."

   "Can you make your finger go in like a penis" she asks, "I want to feel
what it's like."

   "Yes, but not just yet." I reply, "Remember how your finger dragged
before?  Well you wouldn't want a Chinese burn in your pussy would you?"

   "No way!" she yelps, he hands snatching at my wrists.

   "Don't worry." I chuckle, "You just need to be wet and slippery again."

   She relaxes her death grip on my wrists and snuggles back against my
chest, "O.K.  you can make me feel good now."

   Grinning at he matter of fact tone, and knowing it won't last, I begin
to gently caress her upper thighs, lightly running my finger tips up her
legs, stopping within millimetres of her waiting pussy lips, then dragging
my fingernails back down to her knees.  Almost immediately tiny shudders
begin to course though her body as she gives herself completely over to my
touch.

   By the third pass up and down her soft legs I begin to smell the
incredible scent of her rising arousal.  Teasingly, I add brief, fleeting
touches along her swelling labia, each flickering caress drawing a tiny
moan from her slightly parted lips.  Leaving my right hand to gently frolic
over her warming mons, I trail the fingers of the other upwards over her
belly, making the soft flesh quake with the new sensations that I am
introducing into her responsive young body.

   Arriving at my goal, I gently circle each tiny pink nipple once, then
gently pinch one of these minute protuberances, receiving a sharp gasp for
my troubles as her lithe young body arches with reaction.

   Between her tender young thighs, her juices are beginning to flow
freely, allowing me to begin a series of long firm strokes from the base of
her mons to the apex.  My fingers, cushioned by her plump labia, gently
crush her turgid clitoris, bringing a long shuddering groan from her
flushed throat.

   Returning to the bottom of her tight little slit, I insinuate a finger
between the slick, hairless lips of her pussy, gently probing at the
entrance to her vagina.  Like the tiny mouth of a suckling baby, it almost
seems to draw my finger inwards, enveloping the first joint in a slick
little tube of rippling flesh.

   "Oh!" She finds voice, uttering a girlish squeak of pleasure as, for the
very first time she feels something penetrate her tiny elfin body.  Keeping
my finger curled to avoid damaging the fragile membrane of her hymen, I
gently finger her tight gripping sheath.

   Each short stroke within her swollen pussy, brings another throaty cry
to her lips, her head lolling feebly from side to side.  "Oh.  Oh.  Oh. 
OH!" She expels her breath almost explosively as I strum my thumb over the
distended bulb of her clit.  Within my arms she writhes weakly, her entire
being caught up in the powerful sensations radiating out from between her
legs.

   "Oh something's happening!" she cries weakly, "Oh no what is it?  Oh. 
Ah.  Please.  Yes!  No!  Yes!  No!  More!  Don't stop.  Please.  Oh God. 
Yesssss!  Ah-ah-ah-ah-AH-AH-AH-AHHHhhhhh...." She gives voice to her orgasm
with a long, shuddering, breathy cry.

   Caught up in the throes of her climax, she thrashes her head from side
to side as her tight, silken sheath rhythmically squeezes the tip of my
finger.  As her orgasm passes its peak I slow, then stop my gentle finger
fucking, leaving my finger within her as I gently massage the top of her
mound, where it curves back to meet her belly, with my thumb.  Lifting my
left hand to her forehead, I gently smooth her hair back, soothing her;
letting her know that someone is there to hold her as she comes down from
the most intense experience she has undergone in her young life.

   "Oh boy." she finally breaths, "That was awesome."

   "Something else huh?" I whisper into her hair.

   "And then some." she replies, "No wonder Mum doesn't want me to know
about it.  If I was a little kid I'd be doing it all the time."

   "And now?" I ask with a smile.

   "Oh probably only ten or twenty times a day." she giggles.

   "Hedonist." I accuse, giving her clit and right nipple a flick with my
thumbs.

   She emits a little yelp in response to the impertinent touch, her hand
sliding down to cover and protect the more sensitive point of attack.  "Hey
you've only got a little bit of your finger in me." she cries in surprise.

   "I didn't want to break your cherry." I explain.

   "What's that?"

   "A little piece of skin that blocks off most of your vagina to help keep
it clean when you are young." I say.  "It gets torn away the first time
something is put deep into your vagina."

   "Does it hurt?" she asks a little fearfully.

   "That's difficult to say," I reply, "some girls hardly feel it when it
goes, others find it pretty bad, and some never notice it at all.  A lot of
it's got to do with how ready you are.  If you're all dry and scared it'll
almost certainly hurt like hell.  On the other hand if you're really juicy
and just about to pop off like you did a couple of minutes ago, you
shouldn't have any trouble."

   "My advice is to wait until you have plenty of time alone, and break it
with the handle of a hairbrush or something similar while you're
masturbating."

   "What's that?"

   "Playing with your pussy, so that you have an orgasm." I explain.

   "Wha-"

   "That really good feeling you got at the end." I interrupt the
inevitable inquiry.

   "A boy can do it with his penis can't he?" she asks.

   "Some girls like to do it that way." I reply, "To them it's a symbol of
becoming a woman.  But if their lover isn't caring and gentle it can turn
what should be a beautiful experience, into something filled with nothing
but blood, pain, and disappointment."

   "Does it bleed much?"

   "There's always some blood, so you should be ready for it and not get it
all over the sheets." I reply.  "At least if you want to avoid any awkward
questions from your mother."

   "Yeah that would be sort of hard to explain." she giggles.  Then with
one of the mercurial changes of tacks common to youth, she asks, "Do boys
get that orgasm thingy too?  Is that when the pus stuff comes out?"

   "Yeah, boys get to feel good too." I chuckle, "But I what you saw is not
pus.  It's nothing at all like it.  What you saw come out of your brother's
penis is called semen, it's got millions of tiny little cells in it called
sperm, and when one of them joins up with an egg cell inside a woman, it
becomes what grows into a baby."

   "And I start making eggs after I have my periods, right?" Vanessa asks.

   "Exactly, your periods happen when your body is discarding the old
lining of your womb.  (Which is where the baby grows in your tummy.) Every
four weeks or so, a fresh lining grows inside it and if your egg isn't
fertilised it gets rid of the old lining and starts making a new one."

   "Can I look at you penis now?" she asks, having disposed of the subject
of conception to her satisfaction.

   "I don't see why not." I reply.

   "I do." she giggles, "You gotta take your finger out.  Hang on a sec, I
wanna see what it looks like." She scrabbles around beneath herself for a
second, looking for the mirror.

   When she finds it, she angles it so that she can peer between her legs.
After a few seconds of silent scrutiny, she asks, "Are you sure it
stretches enough for a penis, it looks pretty full."

   "Yep," I reply, "you just have to take it slow and gentle.  My penis
fits in my seven year old niece's pussy just fine.  She loves it so much
that her mum just about has to drag her off my lap when it's time to go
home."

   "Her mum knows about it?" Vanessa asks incredulously, twisting about to
look into my face for any sign of duplicity, "Doesn't she get mad."

   "It's a special case," I grin, "my big sister's been fucking me since I
was six and she was twelve, so when Christine caught us a couple of years
ago, we let her join in the fun."

   "Wow you've been fucking her since she was five."

   "Not quite." I reply, "That didn't happen till her sixth birthday. 
Before that we just did things to help her get ready."

   "You fucked your sister." she muses, and I can almost hear the wheels
clicking in her head, "That means I could do it with my brother."

   "Yes you could, it gives you a convenient partner who nobody would
suspect so long as you both were careful.  And you do have to be careful
that nobody finds out, because people think brothers and sisters having sex
together is almost as bad as children and grownups doing it."

   "How come?"

   "Because there's an increased risk that any baby they might have will be
deformed, it's not a very great risk to start with, but if it goes on for a
couple of generations, it does become very real.  These days however, the
availability of safe and effective birth control makes it possible to have
sex for fun without the risk of having a baby."

   "Well I don't have to worry about that yet." she says complacently.

   Without warning she suddenly reaches between us and secures a firm grip
on my half hard, but now rapidly growing member, saying, "Besides, he only
gets to fuck me after you do, so I can tell him how to do it properly."

   Her words finish the process that her touch began, leaving her with a
fistful of throbbing, rock solid prick.  "You could have a long wait." I
warn, "We won't get many chances to be alone together.  Besides, you might
meet a real spunk in the meantime."

   "No way," she avows, "I know you'll do it right."

   "I'd certainly do my best," I reply softly, "just don't cut yourself off
from other options."

   "Well all right." she says, sounding unconvinced, "Now show me what to
do to make you feel good."

   "Well to start with," I reply, "I'd like you to sit so I can look at
your pussy."

   "O.K.," she says, "but you can't touch it, 'cause I don't want to be
distracted."

   Assuming the posture that had gotten the whole situation under way in
the first place - one leg drawn up onto the seat, the other on the floor -
she shifts her grip to her right hand.  "O.K.  what next."

   Closing my hand over hers, I begin a slow up and down motion, saying,
"Start off slowly like this.  Relax your hand a little as you go down, and
squeeze as you pull up.  That's it, just like that."

   Concentrating intently on her task, she quickly picks up on my
instructions, the fingers of her small fist not quite able to meet as she
rolls the foreskin back and forth over the shining crown of my prick. 
Within a very few stroke, as delightful shivers begin to course through my
system, a dewy bead of precum begins to ooze from the tip.

   "See that drop of moisture?" I say a little unsteadily, "It helps make
things slippery like the juices your pussy makes.  Use your thumb to smear
it over my knob, especially that wrinkled bit.  Oh fuck yesss!" I gasp as
her thumb makes contact with my fraenum.

   A grin begins to spread across her features as she starts to realise the
sort of power that she has over me.  Leaning close to observe, she falls
into a steady rhythm: Down, squeeze, pull, swipe with her thumb from the
tiny slit in the end of my cock, down over the fraenum as she begins the
next downstroke.

   After half a minute or so, she looks up at me and says, "I'm running out
of the slippery stuff." as the supply of precum begins to dry up.

   "Dribble some spit on it." I gasp, leaning back with my eyes closed,
"And start to go a little faster."

   "Oh fuck!" I cry, a few seconds later.  Adlibbing on my instructions,
she drools her spit into her left hand and cups it over bloated knob of my
prick.  She begins to repeatedly squeeze my glans as if playing with a bar
of soft soap whilst she continues to pump on the shaft of my prick with the
other hand.

   Half a minute later, her right hand ceases pumping and instead scrubs
the head of my cock in a tight circle in the palm of her left hand.  "Oh
shit!" I yelp.

   Seconds later the meaning of the squelching sound that had been tickling
at the edge of my consciousness becomes apparent.  A veritable torrent of
saliva cascades over my prick and she works her hands, one after the other,
down the length of my prick.  For all the world it feels almost as if I
were entering a vagina, over and over again.

   "Oh fuck.  Oh fuck.  Fuck me.  Fuck that's good!" I cry, as the cum
begins to boil up from my balls.  "Rub it fast!" I cry, fumbling to close
my hand over hers and guide it in a simple up and down motion, "I'm gonna
cum."

   Pushing my hand aside, she closes both fists around my shaft just behind
the head, milking my prick as the first scalding blast of cum, sears a path
through my prick to erupt in a fountaining geyser of sperm.

   "Oh!" I hear her half disgusted cry of surprise through the orgasmic
pounding in my ears.

   Opening my eyes, I see that in her eagerness, she'd placed herself in
the line of fire.  A thick gooey ribbon of jism, runs from just below her
right eye, across the bridge of her nose and left cheek to her ear.

   "Keep going." I beg, as her hand begins to falter, the second burning
gout of cum, falling with a wet splat on the back of her hand and my thigh.
"Don't stop please."

   Her grip tightens on my prick, and she resumes pumping her fist up and
down.  Then as she discovers how slippery my cum is, she brings her left
hand back to my prick, smearing the viscous white paste over the head,
squeezing and swirling her fist, in a way that makes me let out a howl of
pure pleasure.  "OH FUCK YESSSS!"

   Some unknowable time later, the mild chill of the jism cooling in my lap
brings me back to earth.  In front of me, Vanessa plays with the gooey film
of cum coating her hands, a mixture of fascination and distaste on her
sperm beribboned face.

   Seeing that I'm looking at her, she pulls a face and declares, "That was
gross."

   "Well you were the one who got in the way." I chuckle, "Besides I think
you look pretty sexy with my cum all over your face."

   "It's still gross." she giggles.

   "Sexy, gross." I do my best Yiddish accent, "It's got to go, your
mother'd have kittens if she saw you now."

   "Kitten's, shmittens." Vanessa throws back, "She'd have a whole bloody
zoo.  Can you get my tissues?" she asks, holding her sticky hands up by way
of explanation.

   While I work on getting enough of the sticky cum out of my body hair to
dress, Vanessa scrubs her hands clean, following my example of tossing the
damp tissues on the floor.  Then as I'm working on a particularly matted
section, Vanessa remarks, "You're right it is pretty sexy."

   I look up to see her scrutinising her face in the little hand mirror,
tilting it from side to side to observe the full extent of her inadvertent
facial.  Feeling my eyes on her, she looks up, "You can do it all on me
next time if you like."

   The thought sends a certain thrill through my groin, but the flesh is
weak and apart from a slight stirring, my prick remains quiescent.  Which
as it turns out is for the best.  As I reach into the back for Vanessa's
clothes, I catch sight of my watch."

   "Shit it's a quarter to five, we've got to get a move on." I yelp
tossing her knickers at her, while scrabbling after her top and skirt. 
Turning back with them in hand I find that she has made no move to put them
on, instead she is twirling them on a finger.

   "Wanna souvenir?"

   "God yes," I breathe, thinking of future masturbatory delights, "but how
are you going to explain coming home with no knickers to your mum."

   "No problem," she says throwing them to me, "I got the ones Jenny was
wearing in my bag."

   "Thanks," I say, lifting them to my nose, "they'll help me have a really
good wank tonight."

   "Yuck!" she cries, "They're stinky."

   "Mmmm, stinky, sexy little girl." I say, taking a deep breath of her
incredible scent.  "Speaking of stinky little girls," I go on, "you're
still leaking."

   Giving her no time to object, I wipe the scrap of cloth in my hand
through her crotch, soaking up the residue of her earlier orgasm.

   "Eew gross!" she giggles, while lying back to present me with an even
more obscene spread.

   I take one last swipe from the base of her cleft to the top, then
lightly slap her rounded, upthrust mound, "Enough, we've got to get you
home now."

   Pouting, she starts to scramble into her clothes, while I struggle to
pull my pants, back on.  As I'm buttoning my shirt, I have to work with the
distraction of her fragrant little pussy mere inches from my nose as she
delves into the back for her knickers.  Unable to resist, I turn and plant
a quick kiss on the pouting lips, caught between her thighs.

   "Eew gross," she cries, slithering back into the front seat, fortunately
with the knickers in hand.  "how could you do that?"

   "You'd be surprised what I could do if we had the time." I return with
an unabashed grin, and lick my lips.  "You're pretty tasty, stinky girl."

   "You're gross." she accuses me.

   "You bet." I grin, "Put your seatbelt on.  Oh and those too." I point at
the knickers still in her hand.

   "How?" she asks, "Or am I supposed to drive?"

   As I shuffle across the seat, and she crawls over my lap, I take the
opportunity, to flip up the back of her skirt and deliver one final penny
whack to her cute little behind.

   "What's a hedonist?" she asks out of the blue, as she clicks her
seatbelt into place.

   "Someone who lives for pleasure," I explain, "so much so that they go
out of their way to look for it."

   Following her directions, we quickly cover the final kilometre to her
house.  As I pull up in front of her house and turn to say goodbye, she
gives me a wicked grin, and demonstrates quite comprehensively that she is
still not wearing her knickers.  Flipping up the front of her skirt, she
holds it against her belly with her arms, and pulls her pussy wide open. 
With the light of the setting sun streaming in through my window to
illuminate it, I can see all the way up to the delicate membrane of her
hymen glistening with the juices of her continued arousal.

   "Look at me, I'm a hedonist." she giggles, her finger twirling around
the stiff little bulb of her clit.

   "And an exhibitionist too." I growl, "Now git stinky girl, before I grab
you and we end up rooting on the front lawn like a couple of dogs."

   "Sounds like fun." she giggles, "We'll have to try that some time."

   "Git!" I growl, taking her bag from the back seat and holding it out to
her.

   With a final giggle, she pushes her skirt back over her lap and takes it
from me, "Here keep these too," she says stuffing a pale blue scrap of
nylon into my hand, "and you can smell Jenny too."

   Taking care to keep herself covered, she slides out of the car, and with
a backward wave goodbye, she scampers up to the front door of her house.

   Though I know I should be going, I wait to see her through the front
door, receiving one final treat as she drops her bag on the porch.  With a
quick glance around to be sure that the coast is clear, she points her rear
at me and bends with straight legs to retrieve her keys from her bag,
revealing the bottom half of her tiny pussy to my frightened gaze.

   As she straightens she gives me a final wave, and I, with my hear in my
throat, return it weakly.  However as I look around as I pull out, I
realise that my fears had been groundless, with nothing but the gap between
two houses opposite her front porch, and shrubs to either side, there was
no one but myself to see her little exhibition.

   One final heart palpitation remains though, as I continue down the
street a car turns a corner behind me and pulls into her drive.  We'd
beaten her parents home by less than five minutes.