Copyright © 1998,   Clayton.  ALL Rights Reserved



Babysitting - Gemma

Written by Clayton


This was supposed to be the first of a series of loosely linked short (for me) 
stories.  Well as happens it's not looking that way any more.  However, I still 
hope to make it a little more episodic than my other efforts, and since it's been 
a long time since I've published anything I'm putting out the first part now.  
Many of these stories, like this one, will begin with a tiny kernel of truth, but 
the rest is pure fantasy built upon those seeds.


Prologue

Now I must admit to having a certain paedophilic bent, but except for a few 
mutually exploratory incidents with a couple of girls five or six years my junior, 
when I was fourteen, I'd limited myself to looking only.  Because, while I had 
discovered I loved looking at pre-pubescent girls in a sexual light, I also 
discovered that I loved them in their own right, and could not even begin to think 
of doing anything to harm them.

However, this love stood me in good stead, to indulge my harmless pastime of 
peeking, or even outright staring, when an opportunity presented itself'.  And 
shortly after my seventeenth birthday the opportunities started coming thick and 
fast.

Initially, it had begun with just one girl, Kelli, who lived with her divorced 
mother next door to my mother and I.  In the usual order of things, when Kelli's 
usual babysitter was unavailable, my mother would look after Kelli, but on one 
occasion, my mother was laid up with the flu.  Although Kelli's mother had a few 
misgivings about trusting a seventeen year old boy whom she hardly knew, (I spent 
most of my waking hours glued to my computer.) with her four year old daughter, 
she was already late for work, so when I offered to do it, she didn't have much 
choice but to accept.

Apparently, Kelli waxed so lyrically about how I played any game that she wanted, 
unlike her usual babysitter, who sneered at her 'baby games', and just wanted to 
watch dumb mushy stuff on TV and talk on the phone.  Truthfully I found the games 
themselves to be boring as all hell, but I loved the enthusiasm of my opponent, 
and they were so simple that I could keep track of them with a tiny corner of my 
mind, while the rest of my mind concentrated on the sight of Kelli's tiny pink 
panties and the outline of her equally tiny mound appearing and disappearing 
beneath her short skirt.

So the next time her babysitter stood her up, I was again called in to substitute 
and when the babysitter had the gall to turn up with her boyfriend in the pub 
where Kelli's mother worked, the arrangement became permanent.  Kelli and her 
mother moved away about a year or so later, but by that time Kelli's mum had 
spread the word, and I was working four or five nights a week, and was well on the 
way towards owning the Pentium system that I'd been drooling over.

Strangely all of my customers were divorced or single mothers, or maybe not so 
strange, since the forum in which my prowess as a babysitter was most often 
lauded, was their Saturday night girl's night out in the pub where Kelli's mum 
worked.  They were all rabidly single, having come together at self help meetings 
for victims of domestic violence and other forms of abuse, and for the most part 
viewed men with great suspicion.

However I seemed to be an exception to the rule, being both young enough to be 
seen as harmless, and also a complete computer geek, who didn't have time for 
girls.  Later one of the mothers confided in me, that if their girls had me as a 
substitute father figure, they might not make the mistake she and many of the 
other women had made, by choosing a husband with the same abusive qualities that 
their own fathers had.

And that was the most delightfully marvellous thing.  All of the children I looked 
after were girls between about three and seven.  I was in hog heaven, none of the 
girls were at all shy about their bodies, I had the delight of helping the younger 
ones bathe and get ready for bed, and while I rarely saw the two oldest girls 
completely naked at first, I was often treated to the sight of them in nothing but 
a pair of knickers, as they dried their hair in front of the fire, before putting 
on their nighties.

At first, when Kelli moved away, I was a little upset, since having her living 
next door, meant that she spent a great deal of time at my house, but it also 
freed me up on Saturday nights, and after a little good natured squabbling as to 
who would be getting my services on that night, the mothers elected to share me 
and let the girls have a sort of slumber party every weekend.  My weekly earnings 
almost doubled, and I had a veritable smorgasbord of naked and semi naked little 
girls to feast my eyes upon.

Another most pleasant upshot of this, was that with the six youngest girls running 
around naked before and after their baths, the two older girls, Julie and 
Caroline, soon followed suit, and later they would even come into the bathroom to 
pee, while I was bathing the younger children.

The first time that happened, I damn near came in my pants, for while I was more 
or less used to the younger ones doing it, it was somehow more erotic when a 
normally body shy seven year old pushed down her underpants within a foot of where 
I was kneeling, and proceeded to piss noisily into the bowl, while her idly 
kicking foot bumped my elbow.

I'd done my best to avoid looking in her direction, but that light kick, made me 
turn involuntarily, and there less than two feet away, was a jutting hairless 
mound, split in two by a narrow crease, from which emerged a thick, pale yellow 
stream of urine.  Fortunately a little giggle from her makes me look up before she 
can catch me staring.  Staring, shit it's a wonder my eyeballs didn't leave 
bruises on her belly.  Her face was slightly flushed with embarrassment, and she 
mumbled, "Sorry, I was really bustin' and I couldn't wait."

I mumbled something like, "It's O.K. I don't mind." and turned back to the three 
little ones I had in the bath.  As I began to turn I noticed her shoulders rock a 
little as if she were readjusting the way that she was sitting, a moment later 
when I take a peek, I discover that this was indeed the case.  But instead of 
bringing her knees closer together as I might have expected, she has instead 
pushed them a good six inches further apart, which in turn has pulled the lips of 
her pussy far enough apart to reveal her hooded clit, and a narrow strip of pale 
pink skin.

Stunned by the thought that her display was almost certainly deliberate, I forgot 
myself enough to stare openly as the flow slowed to a dribble that clung to the 
exposed inner membranes of her juvenile pussy, wetting them from her pee-hole back 
to just in front of her barely hidden vagina.  A moment later, she pushed her hips 
forward and uses a small wad of paper to gently wipe her vulval crease dry.

Suddenly the naughty note in her giggle made me realise what I had done, and I 
looked upwards to stammer a red faced apology.  Grinning the little minx repeated 
my words back to me, "It's O.K. I don't mind." and calmly stepped out of her 
knickers as she headed for the door.

"Hey what about these?" I asked, pointing at the puddle of bright yellow fabric 
she'd left on the floor.

"Oh, I just reckoned that since I was gonna have my bath in a minute anyway, why 
bother putting them back on." she replied with just enough airiness in her voice 
to provide an unnecessary confirmation of my suspicions.

However, despite the fact that I was about to cum in my pants, I knew how to deal 
with this kind of deliberate wind up, and I wasn't going to give her the 
satisfaction of letting her know how badly she'd gotten to me. "Well is that any 
place to leave them?" I asked, a lot more calmly than I felt.

"Oops sorry." she giggled and scooped them into the clothes hamper behind the 
door.

Fortunately the three little ones, didn't seem to have noticed anything out of the 
ordinary, as they were still engrossed with washing their dolls.  A few minutes 
later though, it became apparent that the two older girls had been talking, as 
both of them paraded (and I do mean paraded) towards me in matching attire, that 
is to say not a single stitch between them as I ushered three towel encased 
bundles of endless energy into the warmth of the lounge.

Ten minutes later they returned somewhat wetter, but just as naked and remained 
that way until their hair was completely dry and tangle free.  While inwardly 
seething with raging hormones, I managed to maintain an outwardly calm air, and 
acted towards them in the same fashion as I did when the littler ones did the same 
thing, neither staring, nor avoiding them with my eyes.

Over the next few weeks, their displays got bolder, though never quite as blatant 
as that first time on the toilet, and I had many an opportunity to feast my eyes, 
and fuel my masturbatory fantasies once I was safely alone.  But in the end I had 
to put a stop to it, as the younger girls started to copy them, and their efforts 
were often nowhere near as subtle.

Fortunately by this time, we'd gotten past the 'I know that you know that I know' 
stage, all without actually saying anything, so I was able to take them aside and 
explain, that the littler ones, might not understand that while it was safe to 
tease me like that, it wasn't safe to do it in front of other men.

After that Julie and Caroline were a good deal more careful when the younger girls 
were about, and even kept things toned down a little when they were alone with me.  
And without the actions of the older girls to copy, the younger ones toned down 
too.  At least so I thought.




Gemma

"Bye, I'll be back around two-thirty.  You be good for Geoff now Gemma.  Love 
you." Laura sang out as she pulled the door closed behind her.  "All right, all 
right, I'm coming don't get your knickers in a twist." Her voice came back muffled 
by the door, as the taxi driver leant on his horn for the third time.

Turning away from the door, I look down into the bright blue eyes of the barely 
five year old vision of loveliness, who was to be my companion for the evening.  
"Well sprout," I say, "what do you want to do first?"

Can we play under the sprinkler?" she asks eagerly.

"Sure," I say easily, "go get your togs on."

Squealing her thanks, she pelts down the hall to her room, while I pick up my bag 
and follow at a more sedate pace.  As I pass the open door to her room, I look in.  
In the bare five seconds or so, that she'd preceded me by, she has already 
discarded her thin summer frock, and is sitting on the edge of her bed with her 
right foot up on her knee as she tugs at the buckle on her sandal.

With nothing but a thin pair, of plain white panties to cover her tiny body, she 
lies almost completely exposed to my gaze.  And that exposure is made all the more 
complete by the fact that the panties are old enough to have predated her most 
recent growth spurt.  Stretched tightly over her plump preschooler's mound, the 
thin, slightly worn fabric is perfectly moulded to each curve and crease of her 
tiny kiddie cunt.

I pause for a moment to drink in the sweet sight. "Do you need any help?: I ask.

"No, I'm *five* now." she cries, referring to her less than week old status, "I'm 
a big girl, I'm going to school next year.  See?" Just then the buckle popped 
loose, and she kicks the sandal from her foot.

Grinning at her vehement declaration of independence, I say, "So I see." and head 
for the room where I'll be sleeping.

After dumping my bag on the foot of the bed, and changing into my speedos, I head 
back down the hall, once again pausing to look in on Gemma.  While expecting a 
rudie nudie looking for her bathers, I was not ready for the lewdy nudie, who, 
when she sees me in the doorway, rocks back from her seat on the edge of the bed, 
and curls her knees up to her chest and reaches around to pull both her bum cheeks 
and her pussy lips obscenely apart.

Shit!  The rush of blood to my groin is so rapid, as to be almost painful.  Her 
fingers spread her tiny pussy lips so far apart as to stretch them into 
invisibility, while her pea sized clit stands in proud isolation between her 
fingers.  A little lower down a pink rimmed hole, nearly half an inch in diameter 
shows the way into her body.  Below her gaping pussy hole, is the tight pucker of 
her anus, surrounded by a smear of improperly wiped shit.

Trying to hide how badly her obscene display has affected me, I jokingly comment, 
"You've got a pooey bum."

But then the demon within me stirs, 'Shit if she wants to show off her pussy like 
that, let's get a really good look.'  As if from a distance, I hear myself say, 
"Wait there a sec, and I'll get you cleaned up, we don't want you getting poo all 
over your bathers."

When I return from the bathroom a few moments later with a damp cloth, she is 
still holding her nasty pose, grinning at me from between her knees.  My own knees 
are trembling, as I slowly approach, trying without success to keep my eyes away 
from the tiny pink pussy held open for me.

Kneeling, I gently swipe a corner of the cloth through the shallow valley of her 
bum crack, while my eyes are irresistibly drawn, to the small pink hole pulled 
open by her fingers.  Somewhat shocked, I notice that her tiny preschooler's fuck 
tube appears totally unobstructed, Under the pretext of wiping at her bottom a 
little more, I angle her hips toward the light, confirming that her vaginal sheath 
is unobstructed for at least the first two inches.

Groaning inwardly, I readjust my aching cock with one hand, while I apply a clean 
portion of the cloth to her little pucker, which is now revealed to be a very pale 
pink, barely darker than the surrounding skin.  As I continue to wipe her small 
bottom with the damp cloth, I gaze in rapt fascination at her baby pussy.  Finally 
though, I have to finish, all traces of shit are gone from her sweet little 
pucker, and I have no further excuse to stay there.  But the demon once more 
seizes control, as I put the folded cloth aside.

"There you go, clean enough to kiss." I chuckle.

"I dare you to." she giggles back naughtily.

'Oh fuck, what have I gotten myself into?' "I don't think that would be a very 
good idea Gem." I tell her, "Your mum wouldn't like it, and she might get mad."

"Don't care, won't tell." she declares. "I double dare you to kiss it."

'Oh shit, what do I do now?' I ask myself.  Half of me wants to devour her whole, 
while the saner half is screaming at me, to get some clothes on the little shit 
before I rape her.

Then just as I feel, I'm wining the battle, she accuses me. "Chicken, buck, buck, 
brawk."

The demon surges to the fore, and I find myself pucker to pucker with a tiny five 
year old girl.  The moment my lips touch her, she lets out a surprised little 
shriek, and her heels come down on my shoulders as she rolls away with a giggle.

"You did it!" she squeaks, "You kissed my poo hole.  That's yucky."

"Well you dared me too, besides it can't be yucky, I just washed it." I reply, 
"Now you better get your bathers on or, it's going to be time to come back 
inside."

Giggling, she rolls off the bed and scampers over to her chest of drawers.  A few 
moments later, after rummaging through the neatly folded clothes, she says, "I 
just 'membered, I left them at Cathy's place."

"I guess, you'll just have to wear your undies then." I say, picking up the 
discarded garment from the floor and holding them ready for her to step into.

'Shit,' I think a moment later, as I pull her thin white panties up over her hips, 
'these things are going to disappear the moment they get wet.'

'Great isn't it?' my demon chuckles.

"Let's go!" she shrieks, before I can decide to switch her knickers for something 
a little more suitable.

Giving in to her and my demon, I allow her to grab my hand and drag me outside 
into the back yard.  Once we're outside, I pretend not to notice that she has 
stopped by the tap, while I move sprinkler and hose out into the middle of the 
yard.  Then just as I set it down, the sprinkler hisses and sputters, spraying me 
with warm water as Gemma giggles with delight at having 'tricked' me once again.  
Yelling loudly, I skip back and advance menacingly on my happily terrified charge.

Shrieking shrilly, she runs through the now cool water, emerging on the other side 
with a dozen or so dark clinging patches showing where the water has wet her 
undies.  Growling, I follow, reaching for her with outstretched arms, that *just 
miss* catching her as she skips past me with a piercing squeal.  Then matching my 
pace to hers, I chase her in a circle about the spinning sprinkler until both of 
us are thoroughly soaked.

Gradually, I slow a little more until she is the one chasing me, and spin around 
to sweep her up in my arms as she collides with me.  "Gotcha!" I crow, as she 
squirms violently and emits painfully loud shrieks of delighted terror. "Now 
you're going to really get it."

Flipping her upside down, I hold her with my hands just above (below?) her knees 
and lift her up until I can blow raspberries into her belly button.  But just as 
inhale, I realise that I am staring straight at her little mound from a range of 
about three inches, and just as I'd suspected, her knickers are almost perfectly 
transparent, and are plastered to every contour of her tiny little pussy, giving 
me a perfect view of her tiny slit.

Almost of their own volition, my hands pull her knees apart and lower her a little 
until I can look down into the gap between her legs, and while this serves to 
tighten the fabric and pull it slightly away from her pussy, I can still see the 
shadowy outline of her clit and the patch of darkness marking the location of her 
vagina.

"What's that big lump moving in your bathers?" Gemma asks curiously, suddenly 
snapping me our of my reverie.

Um...  Ah..." I stutter, as I look frantically about for any neighbours who might 
have overheard her rather loud question.  Fortunately no one is in sight and I 
calm down enough to say, "I'll tell you later, when we go back inside."

I then distract her by doing what I'd set out to do in the first place, and blow 
noisily into her belly button.  She immediately forgets all about the lump in my 
bathers as she shrieks loudly at the delightful punishment meted out by my 
vibrating lips.  Lifting her up and down, I assault every square inch of soft skin 
between her ribs and the waistband of her panties.

After a minute or so, her loud shrieks give way to softer squeaks and gasping 
pants, and I turn her back over and lower her to stand, wobbling with breathless 
laughter, beneath the spiralling spray of the sprinkler.  "Where'd the big lump 
go?" she asks, staring at my crotch where my cock has shrunk under the influence 
of the cold water.

"Sh," I caution her, "I said I'd tell you about it later."

"O.K." she chirps. "Can I have the spray nozzle now?"

"Of course you can." I reply. "Go and get it, and I'll put it on the hose for 
you."

She scampers away across the wet grass, her little bottom, hugged tightly by the 
saturated cloth of her knickers, moving delightfully as she pumps her slim legs.  
On the return journey I notice that the fabric has crept into the crease of her 
little pussy revealing every exquisite detail of her tiny hairless snatch.

Kneeling, I uncouple the sprinkler from the hose, and getting a face full of 
water, much to Gemma's delight, I force the nozzle into the coupling until it 
snaps into place.  Adjusting the nozzle to a forceful jet, I grin wickedly at 
Gemma. "I'm gonna get you now." I cry.

Screeching with joyful fear, Gemma turns her back and flees, scampering behind a 
tree and peering out at me from behind the trunk.  Flicking my wrist, I spray the 
little bottom that peeks out on the other side of the tree, earning a shrieking 
giggle of delight.  As she pulls it back in, I advance on her with slow deliberate 
steps until she breaks cover.

Chasing her, I squirt her at her feet as she runs for the far end of the yard, 
herding her into the corner, whereupon I lift my point of aim to her deliberately 
out thrust backside.  Squealing, she giggles and wriggles under the onslaught for 
a few seconds, then turns to face me, her hands held protectively in front of her 
face.

Grinning, I go after the three obvious points of aim: her two nipples; and her 
belly button, as she shrieks with delight while frantically trying to interpose 
her hand between the water and my point of aim.  Then after a few circuits of her 
chest and tummy, I aim the jet of water directly at the sweet dimple splitting her 
tiny hairless mound.

The shriek that she emits at this undignified assault beats all of her previous 
efforts in both volume and shrillness, but instead of covering herself, she pushes 
her hips forward in a clear invitation for me to continue.  And as if that signal 
wasn't clear enough, she pushes the waistband of her knickers down until the 
forceful stream impacts directly on her naked pussy.

Though, I know I should stop her and make her pull her pants back up, I instead 
make a quick scan of the neighbour's yards, and seeing that there is no one in 
sight, I continue to squirt her bare, unprotected mound until she pulls her 
panties back up, and slightly breathless, declares that it's her turn.

"Come and get it." I shout, playing the water up and down her body from her feet 
to her chin.

Lowering her head, she advances directly into the spray, giggling all the way, 
until she is able to wrap her small hand around the spouting nozzle.  I limit my 
strength to match hers as we tussle for control of the hose, deliberately taking 
the brunt of the water as I let her direct the stream away from herself.

Shrieking triumphantly, she finally wrests the nozzle from my fingers and attacks 
me in earnest.  Laughing, I follow the same path that she'd taken a few minutes 
earlier, hiding behind the tree, and swinging my bum from one side to the other as 
she directs the water jet at it.

Giggling so much that the stream of water swings wildly from side to side, she 
forces me from behind the tree and chases me into the corner.  Then instead of 
waiting for me to turn around, she rushes up, hooks her fingers in my waistband, 
and jams the end of the nozzle down the back of my bathers, the jet of water 
playing directly across my arsehole.

The sudden cold shock causes me to let out a shriek of my own as I spin around to 
face my diminutive attacker.  Giggling with delight at her success, she skips back 
out of my reach, and plays the water all over the front of my body, finishing as 
I'd done with her, by aiming directly at my crotch.  Grinning, I shake my head at 
her expectant look, getting a half grin, half moue of disappointment in return.

A moment later, she straddles the hose and pulls the end up tight between her 
legs. "Look at me," she giggles while swinging her hips from side to side and 
'piddling' up against the boards of the fence. "I'm a boy."

Chuckling at her playful imitation, I also look at how her plump pussy lips are 
wrapped halfway around the hose.  A couple of seconds later, I notice a suspicious 
trickle running down the inside of her right thigh.  Fixing her with a direct 
stare, I ask, "Are you weeing in you pants?"

Giggling, she nods and lets the hose go to skitter across the yard, as she spreads 
her legs so that I can see the little yellow fountain dribbling through the thin 
transparent fabric of her undies.  Once again the beast rouses as I watch her 
happily piddle herself before my very eyes.  Noticing the movement, within my 
speedos, she stares avidly at the stirring monster, at the same time her hand 
moves down over the outside of her panties to press inwards at the top of her 
little slit.

A couple of seconds later she finishes peeing, and with a final naughty smile at 
me, she chases the snaking hose across the yard and uses it to rinse off her legs 
and knickers.  Then giving her own version of a wicked giggle, she turns the hose 
on my bulging speedos.  However, good as the solid jet of water feels, it's the 
temperature that controls, and within a few seconds, the bulge within my bathers 
is reduced to a shrivelled nub.

"Oh, it's gone." she cries a little disappointedly, "Can we go inside now?  I'm 
cold."

Since I've known Gemma to play under the sprinkler even in mid winter, I know that 
what she really wants to do is investigate the thing that grows and vanishes 
within my pants, and I briefly worry about how to avoid something which would see 
my balls roasting over a slow fire (with me still attached) if her mother ever 
found out.  However, my demon has the bit firmly between the teeth and argues back 
that I might as well cut them off and roast them myself if I pass up an 
opportunity like this.

"O.K. lets go." I agree, taking the hose from her hands.

At the back door we wash the mud from our feet before shutting off the water and 
heading into the kitchen.  "Can I see the big lumpy thing in your bathers?" she 
asks hopefully.

"I don't think so." I reply, making one last try at sanity, "Your mummy would be 
really mad if I did."

"I promise I won't tell her, I won't tell anybody." Gemma replies earnestly, 
begging, "Please, pretty please?  Pleeeezzze?" The last plea is said with a cute 
tilting of the head and such soulfully wide eyes what I find myself relenting.

"I dunno." I reply unconvincingly, fighting the demon clamouring for me to give 
in.

"Please, I want to see your special place get all big and lumpy." she says.  A 
second later she grins a little naughtily and pushes her saturated knickers down 
to mid thigh, revealing what hadn't been hidden since she'd first run under the 
sprinkler.  "How come my special place isn't lumpy like yours?  See?"

Spreading her legs as far as her too small knickers will allow, she cocks her hips 
and uses her fingers to spread her tiny hairless labia apart.  "See I've only got 
a tiny little lump in my special place.  Oh wow!" she cries noticing my rapidly 
growing organ, "How come the lump in your special place gets all big when you look 
at my special place?"

"Have you ever seen a boy's special place?" I ask her.

"Uh-uh." she shakes her head.

"Really?" I ask, "How do you know that boys pee standing up like you pretended to 
then?"

She blushes a little at my question, and giggles, "We peeked at you when you went 
to the toilet, but we couldn't see anything 'cept your back."

"Who's 'we' you naughty little peeker?" I ask with a grin.

"Me, myself and I." she giggles. "I'm not a dobber."

"Well, what do you think I should do with those naughty little girls you, yourself 
and thou?" I chuckle.

"Nuthin, what makes the big lump?"

Geesh, what a one track mind. "If I show you, do you promise not to tell anybody."

"Uh-huh," she nods, "cross my heart and hope to die."

"Well come on then, we've got to get dry anyway." I say, using the fact that we 
are dripping on the kitchen floor to justify exposing myself to a barely five year 
old girl.

Giggling madly, Gemma waddles, with her knickers still pushed down to mid thigh, 
through the laundry and toilet into the bathroom, and alternately berating and 
cheering myself inwardly with each step, I follow.

By the time I reach the bathroom, a step behind the giggling little preschooler, 
she has already pushed her knickers the rest of the way to the floor and leaves 
them in a sodden heap as she wraps herself in a towel.

As I hesitate, my feet barely on the tiles of the bathroom floor, she looks up at 
me expectantly and says, "You can't look at my special place any more until you 
show me yours."

"Remember, you can't tell anybody or I'll get into a lot of trouble." my rational 
side insists on reminding her, as it gives in to my darker half.

"I know that silly." she replies exasperatedly, "And I'd get into lots of trouble 
too."

'Nothing like the sort of trouble laying in wait for me.', I think, but thinking 
that I need all the help I can get, I let it by, and nervously reach for the 
drawstring of my bathers.  I of course manage to snarl the knot, and by the time I 
get it sorted out, Gemma is bouncing on her toes rather impatiently.

When the knot finally comes loose, I pause with my thumbs in the waistband.  Then 
thinking that I might as well be hung for a sheep as for a lamb, I ask, "Do you 
want to do it?"

Her answer is to squeal joyfully as she lets her towel fall to the floor and all 
but bowls me over in her eagerness to tear my bathers from my body.  As if scared 
that I might change my mind, she jerks them hurriedly down to my knees and 
crouching slightly, she inspects my limp member from a range of about six inches.

"It looks like a fat little grub." she giggles.

"Uh, um, have you seen enough?" I ask nervously.

"No." she cries, hurriedly pushing my Speedos the rest of the way to the floor, 
her forehead brushing me softly as she bends down. "I want to see it get big like 
it did outside."

With those words she seal my fate, and I cross the line from being a passive 
watcher, to an active seeker of forbidden pleasures.  "You'll have to let me see 
your special place again," I say, "but let's get dry first and go to my room, so 
we can be more comfortable."

Almost frantic in her haste to get back to looking at my 'private place' as she 
calls it, she throws a towel at me and bends to pick her own up, giving me a brief 
glimpse of her tiny labia pressed together between the tops of her thighs.  My 
cock twitches slightly at the sight, but my mind is beginning to turn over ways in 
which to prolong this experience and even to advance it further.  So thinking 
boring thoughts, I turn my eyes from her as wipe the water from my body.

Then after wringing the water from our things I drape them over the side of the 
bath.  "O.K. let's go." I say to the impatiently waiting preschooler dogging my 
heels.

The moment the words leave my mouth, she pelts from the room, her tiny feet 
thudding softly on the carpeted floor of the hallway.  "Hurry up." she yells, 
already in my room by the time I make it to the door.

When I enter a few seconds later I find her in the middle of the bed, her knees 
once again drawn back in the pose which first woke the demon within.  By sheer 
force of will, I force my cock not to respond, wanting to escalate things a 
little.

"Oh!" she exclaims disappointedly, when my cock doesn't stir, "How come it's not 
getting big?"

"I think it's because, I've already seen your special place a lot." I say. "Now 
sit up for a minute, I want to ask you a few questions."

"Will you make your special place get big?" she asks as she complies.

"Of course." I reply, sitting on the edge of the bed beside her. "Now, do you ever 
touch your special place to make it feel good I ask her.

"Uh, huh." she nods, spreading her legs and, using one hand to part her chubby 
little lips.  Touching her tiny, hooded clit with a finger of the other hand, she 
says, "I rub this little bump here and it feels real good.  Does it feel good when 
you rub your special place too?"

"Yes it does." I reply.  Intending to ask her to masturbate for me, so that I can 
watch while I jerk off, I begin, "Why don't you&" but she cuts me off.

"Can I rub your special place an' make it feel good for you?" she asks eagerly.

'Oh shit!' I think.  This was more than I'd bargained for, and while I debate 
letting her touch me, she makes the point moot by reaching across my thigh and 
lightly brushing her fingertips over the partially exposed head of my penis.  I 
groan at the feathery touch, and the sight of her stubby little fingers touching 
my cock is more than even English soccer scores can counter.

Squealing delightedly, she jerks her hand back as my cock twitches on my thigh. 
"It moved!" she squeaks.

"It likes you touching it." I say encouragingly, wondering if it might be possible 
to induce her to jerk me off.

"Can I do it again?" she asks, this time looking up at me hopefully, and waiting 
for my permission.

I nod, and she once again reaches out with her tiny hand to nudge my still mostly 
soft cock.  Using the only way she knows, she rubs her fingertips lightly back and 
forth over the now fully exposed crown of my prick.  But as it rapidly fills with 
blood, it slides from beneath her fingers, lifting away from my thigh to bob 
slowly back and forth in mid air.

For a few seconds she gazes at my almost fully erect member. "Oh wow!" she 
squeals, is that what it was like outside."

"Uh-huh." I nod.

Since she has achieved her aim of seeing what made the big lump in my Speedos, I 
expect her stop, however, she instead puts her fingers on top of my glans and 
pushes it back down to my thigh so she can continue rubbing it.  For about two 
seconds she manages it, before my almost painfully erect member, skitter from 
beneath my fingers to jump up and slap me in the belly.  Giggling, she tries again 
getting in three jerky rubs before my prick escapes once more.

"It won't keeps still." she complains.

I chuckle at her aggrieved tone, earning a sharp look in return.  "It's not 
funny." she informs me, "It was starting to feel nice instead of all soft and 
squidgy, an' I want to do it some more."

"That's because my special place is different to yours and likes to be rubbed a 
different way." I reply, now fully intent on the new goal of getting this 
precocious little preschooler to masturbate me to orgasm.

"Will you show me how?" she asks hopefully.

"Well if you hold onto it here like this." I say grasping my engorged prick in my 
hand, and sliding it up and down a couple of times. "You can make the skin on the 
outside move and that feels good too."

Kneeling beside me, she tries to do as I demonstrated, and although I'm a little 
on the small side, she discovers that her tiny fingers can barely find purchase on 
my comparatively enormous organ. "It's too big." she complains.

"Use both hands." I gasp, feeling like I'm ready to cum, just from looking at her 
tiny hand on my turgid shaft.

After almost toppling into my lap a couple of times, she drops down with a thud 
onto the polished floorboards and pushing my knees apart, she stands between them, 
and now she is able to secure a proper grip on my achingly hard member.

With the tip of her tongue protruding from the corner of her mouth, she curiously 
examines my rigid member, knowing without having to be told that she must be 
careful.  With one stubby little paw gripping my cock half way down the shaft, she 
gently tugs it this way and that as she inspects it from all angles.  At the same 
time she uses the fingertips of the other hand to trace the folds and wrinkles of 
the glans.

Oh God, just the gentle exploratory touch of this little girl is almost enough to 
have me spraying my cum all over the place, and I have to fight back the urge to 
close my hands over hers and pump out the gallons of sperm that seem to be 
churning in my balls, knowing that by waiting the feelings will be all the better, 
especially if they are entirely due to the exquisite touch of the tiny five year 
old preschooler standing between my knees.

"Is that wees?" she asks curiously. pointing at the bead of moisture beginning to 
seep from the tiny slit at the tip of my purple bullet shaped glans.

"Ah no Gemmy." I gasp, after swallowing to moisten my dry mouth. "It's, It's a 
special slippery stuff that helps make it feel real good when you rub my penis."

"Oh." she says, "'Penis', is that like what that little boy says in 'Kindergarten 
Cop'?  Is my special place called a 'gina?"

"Almost right Gemmy, it's a vagina." I reply emphasising the first syllable.

"Oh that right." she giggles, "He said 'Boys have a penis, Girls have a va-gina' 
Now I know why Mummy laughed, cause it was naughty.  What's this?" She pokes my 
scrotum with a finger, causing my balls to jiggle about inside. "Hey." she giggles 
delightedly, cupping her hand to feel them better. "it's like you've got two big 
shooters in a marble bag."

"Uh careful." I warn her, "You've got to be very gentle with them or you could 
hurt me a lot."

"Oh!" she gasps snatching her hand back. "Did I hurt you?"

"No Honey," I reassure her, "what you were doing was felt real nice, you just have 
to remember to be careful that's all."

"O.K." she says brightly, returning her hand to my balls and continuing her 
explorations. "What are they for?"

'Shit kid, if you'd just wrap your hands around our cock and rub it a couple of 
times,' my demon cries in my head, 'you'd find out for yourself.'

'Shut up, you're getting what you wanted.' I cry back silently.  To Gemma I say, 
"Uh, they're my testicles, they make a special cream that feels really good when 
it comes out."

"Is it like your slippy stuff?" she asks, using a fingertip to spread the droplet 
of oily fluid that has slowly growing on the tip of my cock over the swollen 
purple glans.

My head snaps back at the burning fire ignited by her touch, the tendons of my 
neck standing out with the strain of holding back my impending cum.  Unable to 
contain it I let out an inarticulate groan of pure pleasure.  Pleasure so great as 
to be a pain that I never want to end.

"Did I hurt you?" she asks fearfully snatching her hands back.

"Oh no Gemmy," I hasten to reassure her, brought back to earth with a thump by the 
worry that colours her voice, "you made me feel extra special good."

"I did!" she squeaks excitedly, "Can I do it again?  Pleeeezzze?"

Oh God, she's begging to be allowed to touch my prick when the absolutely last 
thing that I want her to do is stop. 'Say yes you idiot.' my demon yells within 
the confines of my seemingly empty skull as I gape mindlessly down into the bright 
blue eyes turned pleading up at me.

"Please?" she almost whispers.

"Of course you can Honey." I mumble, "Why don't you hold my penis in both hands 
and move them like I showed you."

"Like this?" she asks, clasping her stubby fingers around the shaft just below the 
head.  Jerkily at first, but quickly picking up a smooth rhythm which has me 
groaning softly, she moves her hands up and down, rolling my foreskin back and 
forth over the angry purple dome capping my iron hard prick.

"This is neat." she enthuses, her voice coming to me through a red haze of 
pleasure/pain.  "Oh wow, more slippy stuff's coming out." she cries. "Do you want 
me to rub it on the bulgy bit?"

"Uh-huh." I nod jerkily. She lets go of my shaft with one hand, her pumping 
becoming a little unsteady because of her insecure grip.  A moment later a deep 
groan escapes my lips as, she uses her fingertips to smear the slick goo oozing 
from my prick over my throbbing cock head.

"Does that feel nice?" she asks me, pausing with her fingers lightly touching the 
tip of my all but erupting prick.

"Uh-huh." I groan, "Keep moving your hands."

"Is the special cream going to come out soon?" she asks, both hands once again 
wrapped around my shaft, pulling it towards her as I recline back on my elbows, 
head thrown back, eyes closed.

"Uh-huh, real soon." I gasp.

"Am I doing it good?" she asks slightly anxiously, her hot breath searing my 
hypersensitised glans.

"Oh god yes real good." I groan.

Her hot breath!!!!  Oh Fuck.  My head snaps up to look down at her peering 
intently at the glistening tip of my cock.  A gleaming, swollen, turgid bulb of 
angry purple flesh, aimed directly at her pixie like face as my balls all but 
climb back into my body.

"Oh God here it comes, get ba…ahhhh,  ahhhhh,  arrrgggh." I try to warn her as the 
first scalding jet of liquid magma sears from my churning balls, the blast of 
pleasure/pain seeming to erupt from the top of my head, at the same time as the 
first burning jet of fiery liquid spews from my bulging glans, to cross the barely 
six inch gap separating us.

Everything seems to go in slow motion.  Unable to stop it, I watch as the tiny 
slit at the tip of my cock opens, almost lazily, and spits out a great white gout 
of creamy jism which impacts in the middle of the forehead even before it finishes 
emerging from my cock.  An endless instant later, the rest of my initial burst 
lies in an obscene white stripe across her lightly tanned skin, curling around her 
right eye to drip from her cheek and still damp hair.

"Oh!" she gasps, as she comprehends my belated warning, lifting her head back out 
of the way as the second, even more intense wave of pleasure hits me.  Too late, I 
watch in stupefaction as the second powerful eruption of baby juice arcs from my 
aching prick, the entire gooey emission passing cleanly between her parted lips to 
coat the roof of her tiny pink mouth and tongue.

Lost in a sea of feelings more intense than I've ever known before, I look on as 
it drools from her slack lips, joining the third fiery spurt of creamy white ooze 
as it hits her in the chin to drip in obscene spemcicles onto the floor.  As she 
continues to straighten, the next searing gout smack into her chest between her 
tiny undeveloped nipples.  A weaker spurt follows landing on her belly, dribbling 
past her slightly protrudent belly button, joined by the drips from her chin to 
course over the rounded top of her tiny, hairless, preteen quim. and into the 
crease disappearing between her legs.  My final eruption spurts weakly into the 
air, falling back on the underside of my prick as she finally lets go, and as my 
prostate surges ineffectually over and over again, a few last dribbles of viscous 
fluid drooling out over my belly and matting in the wiry tuft of hair surrounding 
the base of my deliciously aching prick.

Totally spent I fall back onto the bed with a groan the ceiling spinning lazily 
before my eyes.  Oh God, I ache all over with intensity of the feelings that I 
have just experienced, while my demon within seems to be shocked into an stupefied 
silence.

"Are you all right.?" Gemma asks me, almost in tears with her concern for me, 
while her tiny, sticky hand shakes my knee.  Turning the words over in my head, 
trying to fit them together in a way that makes sense I realise that it's the 
third time I've heard them, the worry carried by her tone becoming greater with 
each repetition.

"Arck,  ack," I gasp before finally finding my voice, "Oh God Gemmy you made me 
feel better than I have ever, *ever* felt before."

"Did I do it good?" she asks with a squeal, her voice brightening once she is 
reassured that I am O.K.

"Honey," I gasp struggling to sit up so that I can grin weakly into her sperm 
smeared face, "If you did it any better I would have died a very happy man."

"Wow you sure squirted lots of special cream." she giggles, "You got it all over 
me, some of it even went in my mouth."

"I'm sorry about that." I apologise sincerely, "I tried to warn you but it just 
happened too fast."

"It's O.K." she tells me, "It won't hurt me will it?"  She asks slightly 
concerned.

"No Honey, it won't hurt you." I reply.  Inside me my demon awakens with a 
vengeance, 'Get a blowjob.' he clamours as I go on, "There's nothing bad in it."

"Good, 'cause I want you to do it all in my mouth next time." she informs me 
surprisingly.

'Get a blowjob.  Get a blowjob.' my demon begs me. "Why's that Gemmy?" I ask her.

"B'cause it tastes *yummy*." she says, "I thought it was yucky at first, but then 
I tasted it and I want more, lots more.  Can you make more come out now?"

'Oh God, she's going to kill us.' I say to my internal demon.

'I don't care.' he replies, 'What a way to go.  Get a blowjob.'

"Sorry Honey, it takes a little while before I can do it again." I tell her, 
"Especially when it feels as good as you made it feel.  How about I make you feel 
good instead?"

'Yeah, give us look at that little baby cunt, and that'll make us hard real 
quick.' My demon cries, and then predicatably, 'Then we can get a blowjob and 
paint her tonsils.'

'Oh shut up you're getting boring.' I tell him, 'Besides she doesn't have her 
tonsils any more.'

'Then we can paint the spot where they used to be.' he fires back unperturbed.

'Oh shut it.' "What was that Honey?" I ask vaguely aware that she had said 
something that I'd missed.

"Will I feel as good as you did?" she repeats herself.

"I don't know Gemmy." I reply softly, "I don't know if girls as young as you can 
feel that good."

"Oh." she murmurs, "Was it scary?  It looed *real* scary."

"Sort of." I reply, trying to put into terms that her five year old mind can 
comprehend, "But nice scary, like when you go a bit too high on the swings."

"I like going *real* high on the swings." she avows. making a swooping motion with 
her hand, "It makes my tummy go swoosh.  Will you make my tummy go swoosh?"

"I'll try." I say to her. "I might even be able to get it to do somersaults." I 
add, recalling a couple of stories from the Internet that said it was possible for 
even little babies to experience an orgasm, though many others indicated that it 
wasn't.

'Who cares, we can still have fun trying to find out.' my naughty inner voice 
says. 'I wanna taste of that little virgin cunt.'

"Really and truly?" Gemma squeaks.

"I'll see what I can do." I reply, compelled to add, "It might not be possible, 
but if it is that's what it will feel like."

"Wow!  I can't wait!" she cries excitedly, "Let's go wash your special cream off 
so we can get started."

"Um, do you mind having it on you?" I ask hesitantly, "Because it think it makes 
you look sexy, and I can use it to make your special place slippery to help it 
feel real good."

"But what if it gets on the bedspread and Mummy sees it?" she asks, obviously 
thinking better than her nineteen year old babysitter, who was only thinking about 
how close he could get to her hairless kiddie cunt.

"That's a good point." I praise her, "I'd better get a towel to go under you and 
then we can put it in the washing machine before she comes home.  And we'd better 
see what sort of mess we've already made too."

"Not much I already looked an' most of it went on me." she giggles. "There's just 
a little bit on the bed and it's nearly gone now."

Still a little shaky, I ease off the bed, promptly discovering a spill that she'd 
missed with my bare foot.  Catching myself on the verge of falling, I chuckle, 
"Looks like you missed a bit."

"Hurry up and get a towel." she giggles.

While I'm in the bathroom, I quickly scrub the worst of the mess from my pubes and 
dampen a cloth to clean up the floor and bedspread.  Returning, I find Gemma 
supporting herself with one hand on the bedpost, while the other rubs vigorously 
between her legs.  Unashamedly, she looks up at me, and with slightly glassy eyes, 
she informs me, "You're right, it does feel better when it's all slippy."

My cock barely twitches at a sight that would have had me blowing my nuts all over 
the place less than half an hour earlier.  And without raging libido, <'Hey I'm 
raging here, it's your limp little pencil dick that's holding up the party'> As I 
was saying, without a raging libido to drive me, I grin and say, "I bet it does.  
Why don't you hop up here where you'll be comfortable while I clean up the mess."

Giggling, she extracts her finger from between her pussy lips just long enough to 
clamber up onto the towel I spread out for her.  Laying back, she lets her knees 
fall open with the enviable flexibility of her youth and presses her plump little 
labia apart with two fingers while the third one between them, flicks back and 
forth over the solid little bulb of her clit.

'Cor get a load of that will you.' that degenerate figment of my imagination bays. 
'Forget the floor, get up there and help her out you dickless woosy.'

'All good things come to those who wait.' I direct the sententious reply inwardly.

'Bull shit, you gotta get in there and grab it with both hands if you want to get 
there first.' he sneers, 'Speaking of first, I wonder who or what got her cherry.'

'Get your filthy mind out of the gutter.' I reply, 'She probably fell or something 
and did it by accident.'

'Hey it's your mind too.' he throws back at me.

"Are you going to make me feel good now?" Gemma asks as I sit myself down beside 
her a few minutes later.

"If you're sure that you really want me to." I reply softly.

"Uh-huh." she nods seriously, "I want you to touch my special place, uh my 
vagina."

"It's all right," I tell her, "You can call it your special place if you like, 
because it really is very special.  Now I want you to tell me if I do anything 
that you don't like, and I'll stop. O.K.?"

"Uh-huh." she nods in reply.

Drawing a deep breath, I reach out slowly, and for the very first time, I touch a 
little girl with active sexual intentions.  Though at first I avoid her tiny 
pudenda, only approaching it to gently remove her hand and lay it by her side.  
Straightening her legs I proceed to touch her in a way that I have done many times 
before.  Although this is the first time she has been completely naked and never 
before have I had the sane goal in mind.

Bringing my fingers to her head, I gently smooth her hair back from her face, and 
trace the delicate lines of her cheek and jaw with my knuckle just brushing over 
her skin. "Oooh!" she shudders, "That tickles."

Moving on to her shoulders, I use both hands to brush lightly over her ribs and 
flanks, the contact between my fingertips and her skin so tenuous as to be almost 
subliminal.  She grimaces at the itch my teasing touch ignites beneath her soft 
skin, but knowing what is to come, she forces herself to hold still as I continue.

Finally, when I see by her face that she has reached her limit, I curl my fingers 
and lightly rake my fingernails down her sides, drawing a sharp, hissing gasp from 
her lips as she arches her back in relief.  Then lifting my hands back to her 
shoulders I begin again, this time working my way down the front of her body, 
covering every square inch of her narrow chest and slightly rounded belly, 
stopping where I always have before, where the waistband of her knickers would 
normally be.

Unlike any time before though, I have included her tiny pink nipples in my first 
pass.  But when I raise my hands to sooth away the itch, I carefully avoid them, 
leaving them burning with a fire, that for all of her self exploration is utterly 
new to her.  As I reach her hips for the second time, she raises them slightly in 
an obvious invitation.

"Oh no little one.  Soon, but not yet." I murmur softly to myself.

Passing over her proffered mound, I begin to tease the fine downy hairs coating 
her legs, smiling as she drops back to the bed in disappointment.  By the time I 
reach her feet, the toes are tightly curled as she strains to fight the desire to 
scratch away itch my touch has raised.  Lifting my clawed hands to the tops of her 
legs, I drag them downwards watching her toes uncurl and splay with the relief my 
gentle scratching brings.

Passing back over her upraised mound, I lift my hands back to her chest, 
rekindling the fire beneath her tiny pink nipples, teasing them into minute peaks 
no bigger than a grain of rice.  With gentle flick of my fingernails to her stiff 
little nipples and a final caressing scratch of her belly, I pause with my finger 
tips just touching her on a line between her slightly jutting hipbones.

"Now?" she asks almost pleadingly, a tiny hint of fear colouring her voice.

"Are you sure?" I ask in return.

"Uh-huh." she nods, "Please?"

"Are you really sure?" I grin teasingly, giving her shining hairless pudendum the 
lightest of touches with my fingertips.

"Ooh!" she squeaks, bucking her hips upwards ineffectually as I snatch my fingers 
away.

"Tell me what you want." I tease her, my fingers hovering above her tiny bald 
mound.

"Touch my special place please?" she pleads, "Make it feel good."

"Here?" I ask, lightly prodding her at the very top of the little slot between her 
legs. "That's naughty."

"I wanna be naughty." she half giggles, half whimpers. 

"How naughty?" I ask with another light brushing of my fingertips and a rapid 
tattoo of finger taps up one pussy lip and down the other.

"Real naughty." she giggles, scissoring her legs apart, "Touch me everywhere.  
An' then I want to  drink your special cream.  I want you to fill my mouth right 
up.  An' I want to&" She tapers off into silence, looking a little fearful.

"You want to what?" I ask, three of my fingers now tracing the creases either side 
of and up the centre of her pussy.

"I want to pretend it's a baby's bottle and suck all your special cream out." she 
blurt out.

'All right!  A blowjob.' A part of me yells.  The rest of me stunned into 
immobility, stares  slack jawed down at the tiny five year old preschooler, who 
has just offered to suck my cock.

"OH," she cries unhappily rolling away from me, "that's too naughty.  Now you hate 
me."

As her shoulders begin to shake, I realise how my reaction must have looked to 
her. "Oh Gemmy." I cry, pulling her stiff, unresponsive body into my arms, and 
rocking her back and forth. "Oh Gemmy, I don't hate you, I love you.  You just 
surprised me, because what you want to do is *extra special* naughty."

"No it's not, it's bad, an', an' you hate me." she sobs, twisting her face away.

"Gemma!" I bark sternly, lifting and turning her so that she sits astride my lap, 
"Look at me."

Shaking her head, she looks downward, her lip quivering as she fights down her 
tears.  Slipping my finger beneath her chin, I try to raise her head, but she 
twists it aside, refusing to meet my eyes.

"Gemmy," I say softly, "I really don't hate you, and I would really like it if you 
sucked my penis, in fact I've wanted you to ever since I accidentally squirted my 
cream in your mouth."

"Really?" she asks disbelievingly, tilting her head up just enough to look at me 
from beneath her dishevelled fringe.

"Really." I confirm firmly, "I just didn't want to ask you, because I thought 
you'd think it was yucky.  Lots of *grownup* ladies don't want to do it."

Her head snaps up, and she stares at me in wide eyed disbelief, "But it's yummy." 
she protests.

"Still a lot of them don't like it." I reply, "But most men and boys love it, 
because it feels real good to them.  Even better than when you rubbed my penis for 
me before.  And you know what else?  I want to do it to you too."

"But I don't have anything to suck." she says in confusion.

"But I can still lick you." I grin.

"That's yucky!" she squeaks, "That's where I do wees."

"Where do you think my wee comes from?" I chuckle.

"Oh yeah." she giggles. "Do I squirt stuff out too?"

"Not exactly," I chuckle, "but you make some slippery stuff and that tastes real 
good."

"No I don't, I rub my special bump all the time an' nothing ever comes out." she 
says.

"That's because it comes out of the hole right down between your legs." I tell 
her.

"What for?" she asks curiously.

"Because one way a boy and a girl can feel good together, is when he puts his 
penis up inside that hole, and the slippery stuff makes it easy for him to move it 
in and out." I explain.

"But it hurted real bad when I put a crayon in there." she says. "An' I bleeded.  
An' your penis is much bigger than my crayon."

"Well, first of all boys and girls don't usually do that until they're much 
older." I tell her, "But the reason it hurt like that and bled, was because all 
girls have a piece of skin inside their vaginas which gets broken the first time 
anything big gets put in it."

"What's it for?" she asks.

"I don't know." I reply. "Now would you like to tell me what you were doing 
putting a crayon in your vagina in the first place?"

"'Cos I saw Julie doing it once 'an she said she was making herself feel nice." 
Gemma replies, "But she said I was too little an' made me go away."

"So you tried it out on your own Huh?" I ask.

She returns a little giggle and says, "I guess so.  It did sorta feel nice to 
start with, but not as good as when I rub my bump.  So I pushed it right in like 
she did, an' that's when it hurted real bad."

"Did you tell your Mummy?" I ask.

"Uh-huh," she nods, "an' she looked an' said I was O.K., but don't do it again for 
a while, and just rub my special bump instead."

"Well it only hurts like that the first time, and vaginas stretch a lot too, 
because that's how a baby gets out of his mummy's tummy." I reassure her, "But you 
do have to make sure it's slippery or it's uncomfortable.  And you should always 
make sure that you don't put anything dirty in there or you could get an 
infection."

"If a baby can come out of a growed up lady would your penis fit in my vagina?" 
she asks curiously.  A moment later she lets out a squeal as my suddenly stiffened 
cock presses up into the crease between her legs.  Looking up at me with a 
surprised smile, she giggles, "I think it want's to try."

'Too bloody right it does." my suddenly awakened demon cries, 'Hold her down or 
she's going into orbit.'

"OH God!" I gulp, "Uh, I don't think that's a very good idea Gemmy.  Most girls 
don't do it until they are much older.  You're still very small down there and I 
don't want to hurt you.  O.K.?"

"O.K." she replies, adding eagerly, "Can I suck your special cream out now your 
penis is ready again?"

"In a little while Gemmy," I reply, "It's my turn to make you feel good.  Besides, 
my testicles have only made a little bit of special cream and if you wait a bit 
there'll be more."

"Good 'cos I want lots an' lots." she declares.  Squirming, she extricates herself 
from my embrace and lies on her back on the towel, assuming what I'm starting to 
think of as 'the position'. knees drawn up and out to the side, exposing her 
delicate little flower and rosebud bum hole. "Hurry up."

"Not so fast little one," I grin, taking hold of her ankles and pulling her legs 
straight, "it feels better if you take your time."

Stretching out next to her, I lift myself up on one elbow and look down into her 
face as I lightly caress her thin childish body.  Within seconds her grin fades to 
be replaced by a look of studied concentration as she catalogues the feelings I 
induce in her tiny body.  Tease, scratch, tickle, I begin by concentrating on her 
narrow chest area, especially around her immature, but still sensitive nipples.

Lowering my face to hers, I brush her cheeks with my lips, huffing small breaths 
of air over her skin.  As she turns her face to give me easier access, I lip her 
tiny earlobe, feeling a small shudder pass down the length of her body. "Oh!" she 
gasps, "That made me tingle all over."

"Shh." I hiss softly, deliberately directing the air into her ear, and drawing 
another tiny sqeak from her lips as she squirms in reaction.

Tracing the line of her jaw with my lips, I lip my way to the point of her chin, 
punctuating each nibbling caress of my lips with a light pinch or flick to one or 
the other of her minuscule breast buds.  By the time I reach her chin, her breath 
is already coming in short pants, warmly caressing my cheeks, as I give the very 
point the tiniest of nips with my teeth.  Then as she opens her mouth to gasp, I 
trap her lower lip between mine and suck it gently.

"Hmm-mmm." she murmurs softly, signalling her pleasure to me, and again "Hmm-
mmm." as I take hold of her upper lip.  Back to her oh so soft bottom lip and then 
her chin, Gemma tilting her head back to give me better access.  Taking advantage 
of her exposed neck, I go lower still, lightly nibbling around her throat, feeling 
a series of gently shudders ripple past my hand on her chest and down her body.

"Oh," she breaths almost inaudibly, "I've got tingles everywhere."

"Shhh." I breath, my lips hovering over her tiny breast bud, and she arches her 
back to bring it into contact with my lips.  It is so tiny.  I cant find enough to 
find purchase on it with my lips, but still I try, sucking gently until I can feel 
the hard little nodule *almost* between my lips. Releasing it, I part my lips and 
give it a flick with the tip of my tongue, getting an almost silent gasp for my 
troubles.

I lip my way across the small gap between her undeveloped breasts, licking my lips 
as they pass over the slightly sticky trail of drying cum and tasting a slight 
pepperiness.  Then as I reach the other breast, she arches her back further, 
trying to force what isn't there into my mouth.

Gently, with the heel of my hand, I push her back to the mattress, and rub her 
tummy in slow gentle circles as I nibble back and forth between her diminutive 
nipples.  Under my lips, her tiny hear beats with more than childish rapidity, and 
her belly rises and falls rapidly beneath my fingers under the influence of her 
quickened breathing.

Then as I lengthen my stay over each nipple, I begin to trace her panty-line with 
my fingertips, tickling her mound above her slit.  A moment later my lips tighten 
into a smile about her stiff right nipple as her legs part and she bucks her hips 
up and down, trying to push her tingling mons beneath my fluttering fingertips.

"Patience my little one." I whisper against her chest, "Is it feeling good?"

"Nng-huh." she gasps. "Real good."

"Are you ready for more?" I ask unnecessarily.

"Please?" she almost whimpers.

"O.K." I whisper, "Remember to stop me if you don't like something."

"N'kay." she replies.

Gently wrapping my hand around her leg, noticing with wonder how my fingertips 
almost meet around her tiny limb, I pull her leg towards me until her knee is 
almost level with her hips.  Before I can shift my grip to her other leg, she 
slides it outwards for me, until the back of her legs form and almost perfectly 
straight line across the bottom of he body, her lower legs almost parallel with 
the edges of the towel.

Leaving her moist nipples, I slowly walk my lips down the centre of her tummy, 
feeling the slight stickiness of my drying cup, as I let my finger tips pass onto 
the fat, but tiny lips of her immature pussy.  Even with her legs as widely spread 
as they are, her labia remain closed, concealing her secrets from my lightly 
questing fingers.

Leaving those secrets unrevealed for the moment, I trace over the outside of her 
tiny, perfect mound using a light feathery touch that quickly has her mewling with 
anticipation.  At first I concentrate on the top of her slit, gently stroking the 
soft flesh of her plump labia, and lightly pinching them together to trap her tiny 
clit between.  Beneath my touch they swell slightly, warming as her capillaries 
dilate and the blood flows into them.

Tracing her slit, I find a small gap where her stiffening clit forces her labia 
apart, and for the first time I press inwards to explore the mysteries within.  
Just beyond the outer rise of her tiny mons, I find a small hard nodule, and she 
lets out a sharp whuff of pleasure, her hips jerking beneath my finger, as her 
belly pulls away from my lips.

Maintaining the pressure, my finger just parting her warm rubbery lips, I slide it 
downwards, discovering a warm hint of moisture as I pass over the concealed 
entrance to her vagina.  Sliding my fingers back to the top of her mound, I press 
my thumb and middle finger together outside of her lips and roll her tiny clit 
back and forth within the confines of her slit.

Her belly heaves gently beneath my lips as she huffs in time with my digital 
manipulations, while her hips roll from side to side involuntarily.  Then as my 
lips reach her panty-line, she becomes rigidly still, her breath held in 
anticipation.

Pausing, I find my left eye looking at the slightly unfocused image of my 
fingertips deforming the resilient flesh of her tiny mons.  As I draw back to get 
a better view, she lets out a disappointed whimper, her hips trying to follow my 
departing lips.

"It's all right Gemmy." I reassure her softly, "I just want to look at your 
beautiful pussy for a moment."

Sighing, she relaxes back to the bed she never really left, while my fingers trace 
downwards to the bottom of her slit.  As they retreat, her stiffened clit 
shoulders aside the soft surrounding flesh, peeking coyly from between the rubbery 
pillows of her lightly flushed labia, the distended pink tip almost level with the 
rounded curve of her jutting mons.

The bottom of her tiny slit seems damper to my questing finger, and unable to 
resist the temptation any longer, I bring two of my fingers together, one on each 
lip, and press outwards, revealing the glistening pink flesh hidden between her 
faintly pink outer lips.  Raptly, I gaze at her hidden secrets, discovering the 
narrow, almost invisible bands of her inner labia which extend from the retracted 
prepuce of her tiny clit, disappearing into the stretched flesh either side of the 
still hidden entrance to her vagina.  Nestled beneath them, almost in the shadow 
of her clit, an all but imperceptible rise shows where her urethral opening lies.  
Then at the very top of her slit, the bulb of her tumescent clit, slightly smaller 
than the eraser on the end of a pencil, stands proudly at the base of a small 
ridge of skin which extends to the point where her labia merge into her mons.

A tiny whimper and wriggle, reminds me that Gemma is awaiting my attentions with 
growing impatience. so I reluctantly allow her labia to slip from beneath my 
fingers to once again hide their secrets as I lower my lips to the highest point 
of her mound, just above the beginning of her slit.  Her whimper becomes a joyful 
squeak as I gently lip her rounded mound.

Sucking softly, I manoeuvre my lips lower, pulling one of her pliant labia into my 
mouth.  Cupping her tiny bottom in my hand, I roll her hips upwards, lipping my 
way along the length of her pussy lip until I reach where my thumb presses into 
her perineum.  As my lips make their intimate journey, I discover with joy the 
taste changing from the pepperiness of my cum, to a delightful, slightly salty 
sweetness.  Inhaling deeply, I draw her deliciously pure little girl smell deep 
into my lungs, feeling a high like none other I've ever felt before.

Extending my tongue, I taste her directly from the source, almost stunned by the 
delicate, ambrosial explosion that assault my tastebuds.  Almost lost in the 
pleasure of being the first to taste her, I barely notice the high pitched squeal 
of pleasure that she releases at this most intimate of contacts.

Reluctantly abandoning the sweet dewy well of her vagina, I make my way up the far 
side of her soft pussy lips, almost grimacing at the comparatively bitter taste of 
my cum.  Reaching the top, I then work my way down the centre, planting tiny 
kisses all the way down to the seeping entrance to her vagina.

Pausing once more, I listen to her breath coming in short whistling huffs from her 
nostrils, then force it from her lungs in an almost supersonic squeal as I pry my 
way into the tight gap between her labia with the tip of my tongue.  Assaulted by 
sensations never felt before, she digs her heels into the mattress, forcing my 
stiffened tongue even deeper, so that the tip actually spears into the outermost 
portion of her vagina.

The ambrosial explosion of a few moments before is nothing to the flavoursome 
detonation that now fills my mouth, filling me with an almost irresistible desire 
to consume Gemma whole.  Curling my tongue, I pry deeper into her body, seeking 
every sweet honeyed morsel that I can find.  Her vagina embraces my tongue in an 
embrace without compare.

With the utmost reluctance, I disengage from her honeysweet grotto, which seems 
almost reluctant to release me.  Keeping within the moist confines of her tiny 
slit, I drag my tongue sideways until I reach her distended clit, just in time to 
drive her just regained breath from her lips in a shrill, joyous squeal.

Shifting my weight to the arm supporting her bottom, I lift my other hand to her 
belly, sliding the fingertips beneath my cheek to stretch and press her labia 
flat, isolating her swollen clitoris between them.  I lower her tiny bottom to the 
bed and curl my fingers into a fist, leaving my smallest finger extended with the 
tip lightly pressing against the tight ring of muscle guarding the entrance to her 
vaginal sheath.

Then using just the very tip of my tongue, I gently tease it in a small circle as 
I match the movement with the tip of my finger.  Caught up in the sensations 
coursing through her tiny frame, Gemma writhes to my touch, rapidly huffing in 
short puffs of air and releasing them with little squeaking cries of delight.

Suddenly her body opens up taking the end of my finger within herself, almost to 
the first knuckle, and she stiffens with shock at yet another unknown sensation.  
Slightly concerned, I halt my tongue, lifting my head to watch her face.  Freed 
from my lingual assault, she is able to concentrate on the feeling of my finger 
within her body. After a second or two, she seems realise that it doesn't hurt, 
and she makes a small experimental motion with her hips.  A tiny gasp escapes her 
lips as she feels it moving within her.

Then having discovered yet another pleasurable sensation, she begins rocking her 
hips in earnest, taking more and more of my finger within herself until the 
knuckles of my other fingers press into her buttocks.  Once she has taken every 
available millimetre of my extended digit into her body, I take over, slowly 
pumping the entire length of my finger in and out of the warm, satiny sheath 
embracing it.

Looking into her face I detect not the slightest hint of discomfort.  Suffused 
with pleasure, she stares into the distance as tiny mewls of enjoyment, escape in 
time with the pumping of my finger.  Shifting my gaze to where my finger enters he 
body, I'm amazed by the ease with which her tiny five year old frame accepts the 
foreign invader, her soft rubbery lips barely moving as I draw it out and push it 
back into her sheath.

Because of the awkward way in which I have to hold my hand, I wonder if her vagina 
is able to accept something a little larger.  When I withdraw my finger to try, 
she makes an inarticulate pleading sound, her hips rising as if to recapture the 
escaping digit.  Turning my hand, I bring my forefinger to her vaginal entrance, 
gently probing for admittance.  The moment, the tip lodges within the tight ring 
of muscle, Gemma all but slams her hips upwards, impaling herself on almost the 
entire length of my finger, grunting as she is brought up just short of full 
penetration by the hard rubbery knob of her cervix.

Scared that she might have hurt herself, I begin to withdraw, only to have my head 
pushed aside as she grabs me by the wrist to hold my finger in place.  For a few 
seconds she holds my finger still while she becomes used to the feeling of being 
filled by my finger.

I'm struck by the tightness of her vaginal sheath, amazed by the way her tiny body 
has opened up to take me within itself.  It grips me in a warm, slick, satiny 
embrace, and I feel a brief fluttering squeeze, as she searches for and finds the 
muscles of her pelvic floor, squeezing them experimentally around my deeply 
embedded finger.  A few seconds later, she gently tugs on my wrist, signalling 
that she is ready to continue.

Maintaining her grip, she guides my finger in and out of her body, discovering the 
sensations that having her tiny preschooler quim filled again and again can bring.  
Finding them very much to her liking, she increases the pace until my finger 
plunges with considerably more speed and force than I would have dared to attempt.  
Dilated by the greater girth of my forefinger, the tight, pink ring at the 
entrance to her vagina follows my finger for part of each journey into the warm, 
slick depths of her body, then everts slightly as I withdraw.

Once she is satisfied with the way I am finger fucking her, she lifts her hands to 
my head, pushing it back down to her deliciously fragrant pussy, in a clear 
invitation for me to resume my attentions on her small, pink clit.

Extending my tongue, I first taste the sweet juices the coat my pistonning finger, 
tracing the arc where my finger enters her body, amazed that one so young is 
actually capable of producing sexual secretions.  However as my finger continues 
to move within her, I realise that her immature glands are not quite up to the 
task, as the tight ring of her vaginal entrance begins to drag a little.

Even though the sounds she makes are filled with nothing but enjoyment, I'm still 
concerned, so I pull my finger all the way from her body.  Working my jaw, I push 
as much saliva as possible into her tiny fuck chute, and lave the surrounding 
flesh with my spit slippery tongue in order to supplement her natural secretions.

A few moments later I slide my finger back into her now much slipperier pussy as I 
apply my tongue to her stiff little clit.

Quickly overwhelmed by the sensations both within and without her tiny cunt, Gemma 
writhes with pleasure, breathing in short staccato pants, and letting out ragged 
little squeaks that tell me how much she is enjoying my attentions.  Pursing my 
lips, I press them against her, sealing them around the stiff little bulb of her 
clit, and suck hard, causing her to suck in a deep breath and hold it.

Hyper-distended by the vacuum within my mouth, the tiny blood filled nodule is so 
sensitive to touch merest flick of my tongue against the barely accessible tip is 
enough to get her to release that breath with a piercing squeal as she jerks her 
hips violently up and down.  Halfway through her outburst, the pitch of her squeal 
soars suddenly upwards, as the already elongated stalk of her clit is stretched 
further until seal around her clit breaks and the sensitive little bulb pulls free 
with a snap.

Pleased by her reaction, I surround the nerve filled nodule with my lips, 
encouraged by her rising up to meet me, and draw it back into my mouth.  Again she 
sucks in a great gulping breath, her bottom lifted quiveringly above the towel 
waiting for the touch that will release her.  The wild sound that follows is 
almost scary in its intensity.

A third repetition is impossible, her tiny five year old frame, bucks with 
surprising power, making it impossible to locate her clit with anything but the 
broadest of licks to the area defined by my fingers pressing down on either side 
of her pubis.  Then moments later her entire frame stiffens and it becomes 
unnecessary as her already tight little sheath goes into spasms around my deeply 
embedded finger.

For a brief endless instant she remains rigidly still, then her tiny body begins 
slamming up and down, forcing me to draw my face back out of the way or risk 
having my nose broken.  In contrast to the lead-up, she remains almost totally 
silent through her orgasm, her small face screwed up in a rictus grin of extreme 
pleasure, with only the faintest of squeaks making it past her clenched teeth.  
Surrounding my finger, her volcanically hot vaginal sheath contracts forcefully in 
time with the violent bouncing of her body.

The power of her climax surprises me, almost scaring me with its intensity.  
Within seconds though, her body unable to sustain such powerful feelings for very 
long, she begins to wind down almost as if she were some clockwork toy.  Each 
squeeze of her little box on my finger, and upward thrust of her hips, is less 
than the previous arriving later and later, until with a couple of final jerky 
convulsions she lies still, panting loudly as she pulls air back into her oxygen 
starved lungs.

And although I can see that she is conscious, she is so out of it, that almost a 
full minute passes before she turns her head to focus blearily on my face.  "I 
fink my tummy did a hundred somersaults." she informs me so seriously that I can't 
help but chuckle softly.

"Did you like it?" I ask her softly.

"Uh-huh." she nods happily, "I want to do it again." Adding with childish 
enthusiasm, "I want to do it a million, zillion, billion times.  Can we do it 
now."

"Whoa, hold your horses there." I laugh, "I think you'd better wait a bit, and see 
if you're pussy's sore first."

"My pussy?  Why?" she asks in obvious confusion.

"It's another name for your vagina." I chuckle, "Because it likes to be patted.  
But you better just keep on calling it your vagina or special place, because it's 
a grownup word, and your mummy mightn't like it."

"O.K. I won't say it," Gemma quickly agrees, "cos she might make us stop wouldn't 
she?  An' I want to do good stuff for ever and ever."

"Well let's see how you feel first." I say. "I'm going to take my finger out now, 
and you tell me how it feels."

Aware that without the intense feelings of sexual excitement to mask them, she 
will now be aware of feelings that would have gone unnoticed during the throes of 
passion, I begin a slow withdrawal of my finger.  Grimacing slightly, she lets out 
a slight, quickly suppressed, hiss of discomfort.

"Are you O.K.?" I question her concernedly, stopping with three quarters of my 
finger still buried within her tight little quim.

"Uh-huh." she nods, "Just stings a tiny bit."

"O.K." I say soothingly, "Just be brave for a tiny bit longer, and I'll have a 
look just to make sure."

"O.K." she says trustingly, "Go!"

Prompted by the tone in which she said 'go' I quickly pull my finger free with a 
soft pop, causing another grimace, and a quiet squeak of pain.  Then noticing my 
own look of anguish, she quickly reassures me, "It's O.K., it hurts worse when 
Mummy takes a bandaid off."

"Are you sure?" I ask still worried, "How does it feel now?  Let's take a look and 
see?"

"It's O.K. now, but I guess I gotta wait 'fore you can do it again." she says.

"I guess you gotta." I half grin, while lifting her knees upwards.

Realising what I want, she quickly pulls her knees up to her armpits, presenting 
me with a perfect view of her upturned pussy and little pink bunghole.  A close 
inspection of the outside of her pussy reveals a slight reddening of her plump 
little labia, but it looks like nothing more than the fading flush of her earlier 
arousal.

Watching her face, I gently press my thumbs against her puffy outer lips, pausing 
while I ask, "Does that hurt?"

"Uh-uh." she shakes her head.

"Carefully, I prise the lips apart, watching for any sign of discomfort on her 
face.  Again she shakes her head.  Looking into the moist pink valley below her 
now hooded clit, I search for any signs of bruising or abrasion.  Finding nothing, 
I continue to hold her labia apart with the fingers of one hand, and gently brush 
against the lips of her pussy right next to the glistening pink hole leading into 
her body.  My questioning look gets yet another head shake, so I lightly touch the 
rim of her hole.

"Just there." she informs me matter of factly, "It hurts a tiny, tiny bit."

Peering closely, I finally discover a tiny patch, less than a millimetre square, 
where the skin is just the tiniest bit redder than that around it. "O.K. I found 
it." I tell her, taking my hands from her pussy and giving her ankle a little tug 
to let her know she can put her legs down. "There's a tiny rubbed bit." I say 
apologetically.

"It's O.K." she reassures me yet again, "It was worth it."

"Well I'm still sorry it happened." I apologise.  Inspecting my finger, I find the 
culprit, a tiny scab from where I'd nicked myself a few days earlier. "And I won't 
let it happen again."

"O.K." she says in a tone that finalises the matter. "I feel all yucky, can I have 
my bath now?"

'Hey what about our blowjob?' my nasty side asks me.  Ignoring it, I reply, "Of 
course you can.  I'm feeling a bit sticky too, so I might have a shower at the 
same time."

"Can I have a shower with you instead?" she cries eagerly, "Mummy won't let me 
have one on my own."

"Why not." I grin down at her. "Come on let's go."

I chase her bouncing bottom down the hall to the bathroom, marvelling at her 
powers of recovery.  Less than five minutes after a crashing orgasm, my tiny lover 
is as full of energy as ever, and the five seconds or so that separates my entry 
to the bathroom from hers, is enough to have her bouncing impatiently from foot to 
foot in front of the shower.

Grinning down at her, I reach over her head to turn on the water, adjusting it to 
a pleasant chill-off temperature.  As I stretch over her diminutive frame, my 
semi-rigid cock brushes lightly over her cheek, making her giggle softly.  Then as 
I adjust the taps, I feel a warm, moist, and very soft pair of lips force their 
way over the head of my cock as she turns her head to take me in her mouth.

'About bloody time.' the demon within cries delightedly.  However, his delight is 
short lived, as Gemma spits my cock out with a noise of disgust. "Yuck, it tastes 
horrible now."

"Sorry," I say contritely, "That's because it's not fresh any more."

"Oh," she murmurs, washing her mouth out with a tooth glass full of water. "Will 
it be O.K. when it's clean?"

"Yes it will." I reply, "Come on, the water's ready."

Despite the fact that I'm right in front of the shower, and she has to cross the 
bathroom she still beats me under the falling spray, leaving the plastic tumbler 
rattling within the washbasin.  Grinning down into her eager face, I step in after 
her, sliding the glass doors closed behind me.

Even before I've got the doors fully closed, she snatches up the soap and goes to 
work on my cock and balls.  "Hey careful there!" I yelp, as in her eagerness she 
gives my sensitive balls too hard a squeeze.

"Sorry." she says contritely, snatching her hands away.

"It's O.K. Gemmy," I reassure her, "You just have to remember to be careful that's 
all."

"O.K." she nods.  Retrieving the soap, she resumes working on my stiff member, her 
tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth as she concentrates on her task.

"O.K. that's enough kid." I grin down at her, when she shows no sign of stopping 
of her own accord. "If you keep that up, you'll miss out on your drink."

"Oops." she giggles taking her hands away, "Gimme the shower thingy, so I can wash 
the soap off."

I pass her the shower head on it's flexible hose, leaning back against the cool 
tiled wall, while she carefully washes every skerrick of soap from my jutting cock 
and balls.  Handing the shower head back to me, she wraps both her tiny fists 
around the base of my cock, pulling it slightly away from my body.

She examines it carefully from all sides for a few seconds, sniffing it 
suspiciously, and then leaning forward to give it a tentative lick. "It doesn't 
taste like anything now." she tells me, looking up into my face.

Looking back, I realise that she is the perfect height, the end of my cock on an 
exact level with the tip of her nose, so that all she has to do is pull down 
slightly on my shaft and open her mouth to take me between her lips.  Then even as 
I am realising that this is possible, she does it.  Once again my demon jumps for 
joy, as her moist pink lips, glide lovingly over my sensitive glans, coming to 
rest just behind the flare.

Much as I would like her to continue, another pressing need is making itself 
apparent. Stimulated by the sound of falling water, my bladder begins to cry out 
for attention.  "Hang on a sec Gemmy." I tell her, "Let's finish getting cleaned 
up first and I need to go wees too."

Afraid that I might begin in her mouth, Gemma spits out my cock with aclarity.  
Chuckling, I tell her, "It's O.K. Gemmy, I can't do it when my penis is big like 
this, but I really do need to go, and if I do it after I squirt my cream, it 
sometimes hurts."

"Uh O.K." she giggles, "Can I wash you first?"

"Sure thing Kiddo." I agree. "Where do you want to start?"

"Sit down, I wanna wash your hair first." she tells me.

Doing as instructed, I take my place on the bottom of the shower.  Taking the 
shower head from my hand, she directs it at my head, being none too careful as to 
her aim.  My sputtering as she gets me full in the face makes her giggle loudly 
and do it again.  Growling, I wrestle with her for control, earning more 
delightful giggles and a sputter or two as I successfully turn the water on her.

"O.K., that's enough of that." she tells me, trying to sound stern. "Sit still so 
I can wash your hair now."

Grinning I follow her orders, taking the shower head in my hands and directing it 
at her feet.  Her narrow little chest presses into my face as she reaches over my 
head for the shampoo.  Unable to resist, I purse my lips and blow, making her skip 
back with a giggle.

"None of that now." she scolds me, shaking a finger in my face.

Playfully, I snap at the waggling finger, earning another shrieking giggle, and of 
course another scolding.  "Stop that you naughty boy, I want to get the shampoo."

Hanging my head contritely, (for yet another giggle) I allow her to get the 
shampoo, and a moment later she squirts way too much onto the top of my head.  
"Oops." she giggles.

"Oops indeed." I chuckle, feeling the cool slimy gel trickle over my temples.  
Taking the bottle from her, I recap it, closing my eyes as she works up a stiff 
lather in my hair.  Giggling almost continually, she works her fingers through my 
hair.  From the stop-start way she's going about it, and the louder giggles that 
accompany each pause, it's fairly obvious that she's sculpting fantastic shapes 
and then stepping back to admire her handiwork.

After five minutes or so, she begins to tire of her handiwork. Taking the shower 
head from my hand, she sprays me full in the face, giggling loudly at my sputters.  
Blindly, I reach out and catch her about the waist, hugging her close to my body 
with one arm as I grope for her weapon.  Securing a grip, I turn it on her, 
chuckling at her outraged squeal.

Another struggle ensues, and once she has regained control, she scolds, "Let me 
go, I've got to get all the soap out."

With one last naughty giggle and a blast of water in my face, she rinses the suds 
from my hair, eventually telling me, "O.K. you can open your eyes now."

With a good guess at what is to come next, I allow my eyelids to part, snapping 
them shut again as she directs the water full in my face with a shriek of 
laughter. "I'm gonna get you for that." I growl, catching hold of her and wresting 
the shower head from her fingers.

Shrieking loudly, she wriggles in my grasp as I turn the water on her, gasping and 
sputtering as I spray her face.  Then when she pushes her face against my chest, I 
direct the spray lower down, straight at her delicate little mons.  This gets a 
gasp of a different kind, as her legs spread apart to give me a bigger target.  
However, I can't keep it up for long, as the conflicting signals from my groin, 
remind me know that I need to pee rather badly.

Dumping her on the floor of the shower, I tell her, "O.K. enough of that for a 
minute, I've got to do wees now."

Rising, I return the shower head to its hook, and turn to slide the door open, 
only to be stopped by Gemma, who says, "No do it here.  I want to see how boys do 
wees."

"O.K. but don't get too close this time." I chuckle, "You won't like the taste, 
this time."

"O.K." she says.  Grinning, she puts her face a couple of inches in front of my 
groin, then jerks back with a naughty giggle.

Grinning back, I take hold of my mostly limp member between thumb and forefinger, 
and close my eyes, concentrating on the sound of water trickling down the drain in 
order to overcome my normally bashful bladder.  Then just as I convince the first 
dribble to flow, Gemma asks hopefully, "Can I hold it?"

A little surprised by her request, It takes me a few moments to answer with a 
slight nod.  Giggling, she wraps one arm around my leg, her cheek pressing against 
my hip as she takes a full fisted grip on my still soft, but now hardening prick 
shaft.  This time around it takes quite a bit longer to get the waters flowing, 
but the urgency of my need eventually overcomes my shyness.

At first only a tiny dribble makes its way through my urethra, but a few seconds 
later I'm in full spate. "Oh wow boys are so cool they can make it go anywhere." 
Gemma cries enviously.  Opening my eyes I look down at her aiming my cock in 
various directions, giggling delightedly at the tricks she is able to perform with 
her new toy.

"Oops sorry." she giggles, when in an attempt to aim straight up, she splashes 
yellow urine back on my prick and her hand.

Instead of jerking her hand away in disgust like I half expect, she peers even 
more closely at my fountaining prick for a few seconds then seems to come to a 
decision.  Before I realise what she's up to, she lets go of my leg, and steps 
into the arcing stream, aiming it at the middle of her chest.

"Hey what are you doing?" I yelp in surprise, the shock causing my sphincters to 
clamp shut on my unfinished piss.

"Oh is that naughty?" she cries unhappily, jerking her hand away as if scalded.

"No not really." I reply, ignoring the burning sensation growing in my prick. "You 
just surprised me a bit that's all.  Why do you want me to wee on you?"

"It sort of felt warm and tingly when it splashed on me and I wanted to see what 
it felt like." she explains hesitantly, adding, "An' it felt nice too when I made 
it go on me on purpose."

"Oh." I nod, not quite knowing how to answer this. "There's still a little bit 
left." I say, "Do you want keep holding it."

"Can I make it go on me some more?" she asks softly.

"If you want." I agree, still surprised by her desire to, but also thinking about 
what it might be like for her to reciprocate.

Pleased, she reaches for a fresh grip on my burning prick and even before she can 
take a firm hold, I left go with a huge sigh of relief, the initial potent burst 
slamming into belly just below her navel.  "Ooh!" she squeaks softly.

Looking thoughtful, she plays the stream around her belly button for a few second, 
then thrusts her hips forward and aims it straight at the top of her crack.  
"Stop!" she squeaks, squeezing my prick in an attempt to cut off the flow.

"Uh what's wrong?" I ask, pinching my fingers together behind hers.

"I cant make it go where I want 'cos you're too tall." she complains.

"You want me to piss right on your pussy?" I ask, forgetting myself and swearing 
in my surprise.

"Uh-huh." she nods, "You said a naughty word."

"I'm sorry about that." I mumble, "you surprised me again.  Now let me get this 
right.  Do you really want me to do wees on your special place, on your vagina?"

Again she nods, "Uh-huh.  It feels nice when I do wees in my undies an' when I 
squirt my pussy <giggle> place with the hose an' I bet your wees feels even 
better."

My cock lurches at the thought of deliberately pissing on the tiny cunt of this 
diminutive five year old sexpot. "O.K. quick." I gasp, Lowering myself to my 
knees, Spread your legs."

setting her hands on my shoulders to steady herself, she leans back at the hips 
and parts her legs until the tip of my rapidly hardening cock brushes against her 
tiny pubis.  "Oh God!" I groan, releasing my hold to let a powerful jet splash 
against her hairless mons and spatter back on my groin and upper thighs. "I'm 
peeing on your pussy." I say wonderingly.

"Oh, oh, oh," she squeaks, bouncing up and down, "it's giving me tummy tingles.  
Make it go sp'ash again."

Obligingly, I pinch my pick until the pressure builds up again and release it.  
"Eeek!" her squeal almost matches those she let loose during the build up to her 
orgasm, "It went right inside me!" she yelps, "Do it again!"

Squeezing tight on my shoulders for support, she pushes down even harder, sealing 
her vaginal entrance around the tip of my cock, actually taking a quarter inch or 
so of my prick into her body.

'FUCK HER!' my demon's scream echoes within my head.  Oh God it would be so easy, 
but the thought of her screaming in pain, impaled upon my cock is enough to keep 
me from grabbing her hips and slamming her down.

"OOOoohhhh!" Gemma's low moan and the sensation of her weight coming down upon my 
prick, snaps me back to the here and now.

Something has to give under the enormous strain, and that something is my prick, 
which buckles and skitters up through her tiny crease and over her clit, to finish 
dribbling my piss unheeded between our bellies as I support her under her arms.

"Oh," she moans disappointedly, "It's finished now." Pulling back she looks down 
at my steely prick. "An' it nearly went in too."

"It's a good thing that it didn't." I tell her, "You could have hurt yourself 
really badly.  You need to work up to it."

"Uh-huh." she nods thoughtfully, adding earnestly, "I'll practice real hard an' 
then you can put it in me, next time you look after me like your finger."

"Oh God!" I cry, my prick pulsing and hardening to the point where it could be 
used to cleave diamond.  Ignoring the throbbing in my loins and the gleeful cries 
of my demon, I gently say, "That's not what I meant Gemmy.  You're too little and 
I don't want to do anything that might hurt you."

"But I'll practice real hard, an' I'll be real careful." she says imploringly, 
"Please?"

"Jesus Gemmy," I cry desperately, "I just can't.  Most girls don't do it until 
they're much older."

With a mind like a steel trap she picks up on the key word in my argument, "You 
said *most girls*, she says, "does that mean little girls like me *can* do it?"

"Shit that's not what I meant." I groan.

"Can they?" she persists.

Not the best of liars, even at the best of times, and vacillating between my 
desire to protect her from harm, and the desire to pin her down and fuck her 
silly, I admit, "Yes they can, but their pussy holes have to stretch a lot."

"But I can start with little things an' make it bigger can't I?" she asks.

"Yes." I whisper almost inaudibly.

"An' then you can make it go all the way in an' it'll feel real good won't it."

"Oh God no!" I cry, "You mustn't try to make your pussy big enough for all of my 
cock to go in.  That would hurt you really badly, because your hole only goes in 
so far, and that won't change until you get bigger."

"O.K." she agrees, "But I can still make it thick enough."

"Uh-huh." I nod dumbly.

"What's wrong Geoff?" she asks me gently, "Don't you want to put your penis in my 
vagina?"

"OH no Gemmy," I reply softly, "I want to very much.  Too much in fact.  But I'm 
scared that I might hurt you."

"You won't hurt me." she declares with a lot more confidence than I feel, "An' 
I'll stop straight away and do some more practice if it hurts even the littlest 
bit."

Jesus, how on earth did I get into this mess?  Two hours ago I was contemplating 
the odd naughty peek at her innocently displayed naked charms, and now here I was 
about to agree to give my cherry to a child who has not yet begun her first year 
of formal schooling.

"Will you?" she asks, pleading with her eyes.

"I'll try." I agree, "But not until I'm sure you're ready."

"Thankyou!" she squeals happily, throwing her arms around my neck and plastering 
my face with moist, smacking kisses, her rounded little tummy rubbing delightfully 
on my cock.

"Whoa there." I laugh, Grasping onto her hips and holding her still, "If you keep 
that up, I'll squirt my cream into your belly button."

"No way!" she cries "You gotta do it in my mouth.  You promised."

"Well keep still and let me cool off a bit." I chuckle. "Besides you haven't 
finished washing me yet."

"Then you gotta wash me." she bargains.

"Don't I always?" I chuckle.

Disdaining to answer, on the grounds that she may incriminate herself in one or 
two bathroom flooding incidents, she grabs the loofah and soap.  By stretching up 
on tiptoes she is able to just reach my shoulder blades in the back and my nipples 
in front, which latter exercise I find particularly delightful, and she finds 
funny, as my cock keeps bumping her under the chin.  Letting her treat me like a 
big 'Stanley doll', I let her position my limbs as she sees fit, holding the pose 
until she moves me into a new one.  Crouching so she can reach my shoulders, 
holding my arm out to the side.

Finally she reaches my toes, and I reach for the loofah, but she stops me with a 
slap on my wrist.  "You're not s'posed to move yet."

'Say what?' I think, 'What's left?'

I quickly find out when she moves behind me and pries my arse cheeks apart, and a 
moment I later feel her scrub the length of my crack with a soapy hand. "Shower 
thingy." she orders me peremptorily.

"There clean enough to kiss." she giggles a moment later after rinsing away the 
soap, and before I can pull away, I feel her tiny lips press briefly against my 
wrinkled pucker.  Spinning around, I look down at her in shocked surprise.  
However, I can't help returning the cheeky grin that greets me.

"My turn rascal." I chuckle, seizing the shower head from her hands.

As I hang it out of the way, I notice for the first time that the head is 
adjustable, with settings for a gently spray, jet and a pulse mode.  Filing this 
information away with a grin, I squeeze out a dollop of shampoo for her hair.  
However, when I turn back to her, I find her bent over at the waist, her hands 
prising her bum cheeks apart as she grins cheekily back over her shoulder.

Well with a presentation like that, who could resist?  Crack, Crack.  Two noisy 
but painless slaps land in rapid succession, one on each cheek, and she snaps 
upright with an indignant glare.  Ignoring it, I calmly begin to work the shampoo 
into her hair, with a mild admonition to "Close your eyes."

Half scowling, half giggling, she squeezes them shut and allows me to suds her up.  
A quick rinse follows, and then eschewing the loofah for the feel of her soft, 
bare skin beneath my hands, I kneel down and soap up her little body.  Working 
down her chest, I pay careful attention to her tiny, but still sensitive nipples 
teasing them up into little stiff little bumps.  She giggles merrily as, soap 
slippery, they pop from between my fingertips when I try to pinch them.  Lower 
down, at the apex of her rounded tummy, Her giggles becoming louder as, with an 
equal amount of success, I attempt to get a grip on her slightly protruding belly 
button.

Finally, I achieve victory.  Nestled within the folds at the top of her mound, my 
thumb and forefinger close on the stiff little nub of her clit, finding just 
enough purchase to give the sensitive little nubbin a tweak.  Squeaking, she 
throws her head back, receiving a face full of water for her trouble.  Sputtering 
noisily, her glare informs me that it's my fault that she half drowned herself.

Chuckling unrepentantly, I give the rest of her tiny pussy a thorough, but gentle 
soaping, temporarily putting myself back in her good books.  Murmuring 
contentedly, she slowly rocks her hips back and forth, sliding her soapy pussy 
along the extended fingers of my hand, suddenly squeaking when I curl one up to 
give her little, pink bottom hole a gentle poke.

Giggling she jerks away, then eases back forwards to rub herself on my slippery 
fingertips, her grin making it clear that she wouldn't object to a repeat of the 
indignity.  Grinning back, I refuse to comply, and begin to imperceptibly lower my 
hand so that she has to crouch to maintain contact.  Not until I've enticed her 
downwards by nearly six inches does she realise what I've been doing.  Giggling 
she reaches for my wrist to prevent any further loss of contact, and just as her 
fingers close about my arm and pulls my fingers into closer contact, I curl my 
middle finger upwards, getting her to goose herself.

"Gotcha!" I grin at her indignant squeak.

Her pique lasts about three seconds before a smirk breaks out on her face, despite 
all her efforts to contain it.

"O.K. time to rinse." I grin pulling my hand away, chuckling at her moue of 
disappointment.

Standing over her, I take a little while to fumble the shower head from its hook, 
giving her time to decide what to do with the stiff hardon bobbing in front of her 
face.  She doesn't disappoint me.  A soft warm pair of lips close over the tip, 
expanding as she pushes her face down over my cock until they come to rest almost 
half way down the shaft, with my spongy glans compressed against the roof of her 
mouth by her tongue.

I let her get in three good baby like sucks, and reluctantly pull away, actually 
having to press the heel of my hand against her forehead in order to pry her off, 
with a wet pop. "Uh-uh," I scold her jokingly, "not until we're finished."

Playing the water over her body, I rinse away the few suds that the over head 
spray had not already got, deliberately avoiding the little jutting mound between 
her legs.  Almost scowling, she plants her feet well apart and thrusts her hips 
forwards while prising her tiny lips apart, in a more than clear request for me to 
cut to the chase.

Pretending not to notice, I continue splashing down her legs unnecessarily, 
watching her frown deepen out of the corner of my eye as I continually *miss* 
washing her where she so obviously wants it.  Finally my teasing becomes too much 
for her and she jerks her hips toward me.  "Wash my pussy place proper." she 
orders me.

"Like this you mean?" I ask, finally turning the water on her obscenely presented 
vulva.  Then as her eyelids become half lidded with her pleasure, I twist the 
shower head to the pulse setting.  Her eyes snap open with surprise as the angrily 
buzzing shower head pounds her defenceless clitoris with hundreds of little 
hammers of water every second.

Letting out a shriek fit to wake the dead, she jerks her hips backwards out of the 
direct stream from the shower head, her fingers closing over her rudely assaulted 
little pussy while she catalogues this latest sensation.  Not giving her too much 
of a chance to think I redirect the pulsing spray at her belly button getting a 
squeal of an altogether different kind.

"Don't do that!" she giggles, lifting her hands to protect herself from the latest 
indignity.

A flick of the wrist and my primary target takes another pounding, this time on 
her closed outer lips.  Shrieking with laughter, she turns her back presenting me 
with yet another target.  However, by this time she has begun to integrate the 
sensation, coming to the conclusion that she likes it, and the hands that she'd 
begun to put back there to protect herself, instead dig into her boyish bum cheeks 
and pull them apart to give me full access to her tiny pink anus.

A moment later, she bends at the waist and the tightly closed lips of her fat 
little pussy squeeze out between her thighs.  However, after only a few seconds of 
pounding from the loudly thrumming shower head causes her legs to tremble, forcing 
her to straighten before she falls.

"Oh wow!" she giggles, pressing her fingers into her mound and massaging it 
slowly, "I can still feel it buzzing."

"Do you like it?" I ask with a grin taking aim at her fingers.

"Uh-huh." she nods jerkily, "It fuh-feels g-good."

"Wanna sit down and see if we can make it feel *real* good?" I ask.

The fact that she immediately lies back on the floor of the shower arching her 
hips into the air is answer enough.  Digging her fingers into her labia, she pries 
them open, inviting me to attack her clit.  She endures the pounding against her 
exposed clitoris for a few seconds before it becomes too much to bear, and she 
pushes her pussy lips closed, only to pry them apart as few seconds later.

Open, closed.  She goes through the cycle half  a dozen times or so, before her 
legs give out and she's forced to lower her bottom to the base of the shower.  Two 
cycles after that she looses control of her fingers, the involuntary rolling of 
her hips serving to present her now closed pussy to the pounding spray and then 
tilt it away.  Then less than two minutes after I'd begun, her bottom bounces up 
and down half a dozen times as she huffs her way through the second orgasm of her 
life.

Groaning weakly, she cups her little pussy protectively, with a hand that seems 
almost too heavy for her to lift, and I realise that she's had enough.  Returning 
the shower head to its normal gently spray, I slowly play it up and down the 
length of her body while she recovers.  Which, given her youthful resilience, is 
only a matter of seconds, though she yips and cries 'Stop.' when I give her a half 
second dose of pulse.

"Gimme that." she orders me, holding out her hand for the shower head.  Once I've 
handed it over, she looks at it curiously for a few seconds then asks, "How do you 
make it go buzz-buzz?"

"You turn this bit here." I inform her as I show her how.

Of course her tiny hand is nowhere near big enough to span the shower head.  So 
pinning it to the ground with one foot, she goes to work with two hands, with 
rather predictable results.  With a half giggling squeal, she gyrates her pelvis a 
couple of times over the upwardly directed spray.

But after only a few moments, she snatches up the thrumming appliance and turns it 
on me.  "Your turn." she shouts, giggling madly.

"Go ahead." I chuckle, spreading my arms as wide as the sides of the shower will 
permit and letting her take her best shot.  She giggles so hard that she finds it 
difficult to train the pulsing spray upon my groin, but as my grin broadens, her 
giggles fade in reverse proportion, until she finally looks up at me in confusion.

"Sorry Gemmy," I chuckle, "It feels nice, but that sort of things doesn't really 
work for boys, they like slippery, sliding feelings instead."

"Like my mouth?" she asks.

"Just like your mouth." I confirm.

"Put this away." she directs me, "I wanna make *you* feel good now."

"And of course your desire to induce the masculine sensual spasm with your 
osculatory manipulations for the purpose of extracting my seed, has nothing to do 
with it." I grin.

"I just wanna suck your cock and make you squirt your yummy special cream in my 
mouth." she giggles in confusion.

"That's what I just said." I chuckle back.

Securing a two fisted grip on the base of my cock, Gemma levers my stiff member 
downwards to peer into its single unseeing eye.  "Is cock the growed up word for 
penis?" she asks curiously. "Am I a cocksucker?"

"Where did you here that word?" I ask slightly shocked. "And yes cock is one of 
the growed up words for a penis, but I don't think I should tell you any more, 
you'll learn quite enough new words when you go to school next year."

"Uh-huh." she nods, "I heard Mummy call a bad man who nearly ran us over a 
cocksucker.  How come she knew that he sucked cocks?  Will she know I sucked 
yours?"

"Not unless you tell her, or she sees it or something." I chuckle, "And she didn't 
know what that man did, except he did something she didn't like so she swore at 
him.  You know about bad words don't you?"

She nods and I continue, "Well most bad words are also words for the private parts 
of our bodies and the things that we do with them, so if my cock is in your mouth, 
then yes, you are a cocksucker and it just means what it says, but if somebody's 
mad when they say it it's a bad word, especially when it's said to a man, because 
most men don't suck cocks."

"How come some words are bad but penis and vagina aren't?" she asks, slightly 
confused.

"Ask me an easy one next time kid." I grin ruefully, "Well first of all penis and 
vagina aren't bad, because there doctors' words like they say indigestion when you 
have a tummy ache, but you don't normally talk about them anyway.  And the other 
words are bad because people used to think the private parts of their bodies were 
dirty and a lot of them still do.  And that's the easy answer.  Now don't ask me 
for the hard one because *I* don't really understand it properly."

"Uh-huh." she nods slowly, and demonstrating more understanding than I would have 
credited to a five year old, she goes on. "So the words aren't bad at the proper… 
(Is that the right word?)" I nod, "Proper time, like when you're doing special 
things, but they're swearwords the rest of the time."

"Exactly right." I praise her, "Except, sometimes it's all right to say the words 
when you're talking too, but not until you are a lot older, and only when you're 
with people the same as you."

"That's 'cos little kids like me aren't s'posed to know about cocks and stuff." 
she giggles conspiratorially.

"Something like that." I chuckle, "Though you'll start to learn pretty soon once 
you get to school if you keep your ears open, but it won't be the teachers who you 
hear it from.  Most grownups know about it, but they pretend not to.  Now because 
you'll start out knowing a lot more than the other kids it's a good idea that you 
keep your ears open and your mouth shut, even if they say something really silly."

"'Cos someone might find out and stop me having fun with you?" she asks.

"That's a part of it." I reply, "But I'd also get into a lot of trouble because 
most people don't think grown ups should do things with little kids."

"How come?" she asks, "It's fun."

"Would it be fun if I forced you to do things with me?" I ask. "Would it be fun if 
I said you *had* to go outside and play under the sprinkler and I made you stay 
there until I decided that you could come back inside?"

"Uh-uh." she shakes her head emphatically, "I like you 'cos you let me do what I 
want to.  But I want to do things with you."

"Well some bad people make little kids do things and hurt them a real lot, because 
they only care if they feel good." I try explaining in terms that Gemma can 
understand, "So just to be sure people say it's bad to do anything with little 
kids."

"That's stupid!" Gemma declares, "If bad people want to do bad stuff they do it 
anyway, so why can't good people do good stuff?"

"Well you know how I said people think that the private parts of their bodies are 
dirty?  Well that means that they think that the fun stuff is dirty too, and only 
people who are married should do it to make babies, and kids don't need to know 
about it until they're ready to make babies too."

"We can't make a baby can we?" Gemma asks curiously.

"No, not until you're much older." I grin. "Come on, I think we better get out of 
here before we shrivel up completely."

"Can I be a cocksucker now?" Gemma asks in a muffled voice as I rub her head with 
a towel.

"Well let's finish getting dry first." I chuckle.

"And then can I be a cocksucker?"

"Yes, and then you can be a cocksucker." I agree with a laugh.

"Yay!" she cheers, snatching the towel from my hand to give her little body a 
sketchy and altogether inadequate rub down, and I have to admit that the attention 
that I pay to my own body is not as thorough as it could be.  Oh well, it's a hot 
day.

Tiny fingers snatch the towel from my hand, tossing it on the pile in the corner, 
and towed by my cock, I'm led back to my room.  A shove in my stomach, and I'm 
laid out atop the towel I'd left on the bed.  A sniff is enough to give me a faint 
whiff of happy little girl, and since the two of us are as clean as half an hour 
under the shower can make us, I make a note to make sure I wash that towel.

A moment later, Gemma's warm lips sliding moistly over the crown of my cock drives 
away any thoughts of domestic duties.  Lifting up onto my elbows, I look down at 
her tousled blonde head as she stuffs my bloated prick into her mouth and 
commences a baby like suckling.

"Gemmy?" I say softly after a few moments.

Keeping her lips firmly locked around my shaft, she tilts her head back until her 
shining blue eyes can meet with mine, and makes an inquiring noise.

"That feels really nice," I tell her, "but your mouth will get tired before my 
cream comes out.  Remember, what you did with your hands?" She nods, her tiny 
teeth pricking me slightly as her head bobs up and down.

"Well do that now, and make your mouth go up and down at the same time." I 
instruct her, relying on reading similar instructions in various stories.

"That's right Gemmy!" I mumble as she tries to follow my instructions.  Though at 
first she is a little uncoordinated, trying too move too fast, and hitting herself 
in the chin and nose with her hands. "A little slower." I coach her, "It doesn't 
have to be as fast as when you're just using your hands."  Balancing precariously 
on one elbow, I raise my hand to the back of her head, gently guiding her to a 
more moderate pace.

Going slower helps, and before long her head bobs in a smooth rhythm, following 
her hands down my shaft, and them moving back out of the way as they rise.


"Oh Gemmy," I cry softly, "That feels sooo good."

"Now let it come all the way out of your mouth." I tell her "That's it you 
beautiful little cocksucker, you're making it feel sooo good."

"Lick it like a big lollipop, now Gemmy." I encourage her a few bobs of her head 
later.

"Oh shit, that's it.  Right there.  You're such a gooood cocksucker Gemmy." I 
praise her, watching her eyes light up.

As she gains confidence with what she is doing, Gemma begins to experiment with 
the various elements that she knows: digging her little tongue under the rim of my 
cock; spearing it into the tiny piss slit at the end; compressing my spongy glans 
against the ridged roof of her mouth, as she forces her lips down as far as they 
will go.

A few moments later, she does something completely new.  Remembering how I'd 
nibbled on her pussy with my lips, she returns the favour, lipping her way around 
the flanged head of my cock, and then sucking hard on the sensitive, wrinkles 
below the glans.  She discovers right away how effective this particular trick is.  
With an inarticulate groan, I collapse back to the bed, my hips jerking 
spastically.

Not wishing to miss a single instant of my first blowjob, I struggle back up onto 
my elbows, as Gemma lips her way down the shaft to the wrinkled dewlap connecting 
it to my scrotum.  Cushioning her teeth with her lips, she worries at the little 
flap of skin, shaking her head back and forth like a terrier, albeit a very gentle 
one.

Walking her lips back up to the tip, she uses her little fists to aim my prick 
ceilingward.  And then with her pursed lips pressed to the tip, she works her head 
in a small circle as she screws her face down over my prick.

This last proves to be the undoing of my aching nuts.  "Here it comes Gemmy." I 
cry, "Use your hands."

Her eyes lighting up with excitement, Gemma seems to instinctively know exactly 
what is needed.  She pulls her head back until only about half of my glans remains 
between her lips, making sure that she leaves enough room for my cum within her 
mouth.  While her hands begin a rapid pumping on my shaft, maintaining only enough 
restraint to ensure that the business end of my cock doesn't slip free of her 
lips.

"Oh shit!" I groan, as the first lava like pulse of man seed courses through my 
loins to spit from the tip of my cock into the moist heat of her sucking mouth.

From somewhere off in the distance I hear a surprised squeak as my spend slams 
into the back of her throat and across her tongue, but the moist vacuum enveloping 
my glans remains and her hands never falter as she gulps down my first offering.

"Arrgh." I cry inarticulately, as a second fiery stream sears its way through my 
shaft.  And then another, and yet another.  Again and again, my loins ripple with 
burning pleasure, filling Gemma's tiny mouth with my potent seed.  Long after 
there is anything left to pump, my prostate surges with empty dry spasms, while 
Gemma continues to suck unrelentingly on my now juiceless prick, her tiny hands 
working to milk every last drop of my cum into her hungry mouth.

Then as my cock begins to wilt, she stops her hands, and the action of her mouth 
becomes a gentle, languid nursing while more and more of my shrinking cock 
disappears between her lips.  Before she quite gets it all however, a stray pube 
tickles her nostrils, and with a snort she pulls back, her lips remaining tight 
around the limp little noodle until it slips free with a wet pop.

Grimacing she scrubs the back of her hand back and forth beneath her irritated 
nose, making me chuckle weakly.  Looking up at the sound, she giggles, "Your hair 
tickles.  But I got it all." she finishes triumphantly.

"You sure did Gemmy." I praise her, looking down at my spent cock which glistens 
with nothing but her saliva. "You got every drop."

"An' it was yummy, yummy, yummy." she declares rubbing her tummy.

Her rubbing of her bare midriff reminds me that we haven't eaten yet. "Come on, we 
better find something else to fill your belly with." I chuckle while rolling off 
the bed and gathering up the towel.

Stopping off in Gemma's bedroom, I grab the clothes she'd been wearing earlier, 
and also the wet towels and Gemma's undies from the bathroom.  Fortunately, I 
often put a load of washing through the machine for Laura and the other mothers, 
so it won't look suspicious for me to be doing it now.  Heck it was only a few 
minutes work to do, and it generated a hell of a lot of goodwill: sometimes in the 
form of an extra five bucks at the end of the evening; or, especially in hot 
weather like this, a couple of cold ones waiting in the fridge.

Fortunately the dinner Laura had prepared for us that evening was already waiting 
in the fridge, because when I catch sight of the microwave I discover that not 
only had dinner time been and gone, but also Gemma's bedtime.  Though fortunately 
only by a few minutes.

"Whoops," I say with a teasing grin, "looks like you go to bed hungry.  It's 
bedtime for all good little girls."

"What about good little cocksuckers?" she giggles.

"I guess they can eat first." I chuckle, "But then it's time to become a good 
little girl, put some jammies on and go to bed."

"Meanie." she giggles, plumping her naked little arse down on a chair while I 
bring her her salad.

Displaying a ravenous appetite, Gemma attacks her plate with a ferocity that bodes 
ill for anyone who might try to take it away before she's finished with it, and 
even then she has a plaintive, "I'm still hungry." for me.

As I turn my back, I have to grin when she filches a slice of ham from my plate 
and stuffs it into her mouth, but when she sees that it's fruit salad and ice 
cream for desert, she snatches her hand back just as she was about to go after my 
last slice.  Her eyes widen appreciatively when, I drop two scoops of ice cream on 
top of the larger than usual portion of fruit salad that I'd ladled into her bowl.

But, I'd figured her appetite pretty well.  She eyes the last couple of spoonfuls 
remaining in my bowl by the time that she's finished hers speculatively, but 
doesn't really seem inclined to fight me for them as she might have a few minutes 
earlier.

"O.K." I say once I've finished my portion, "Time to stop being rudie nudies and 
put some clothes on Gemmy."

"Do I have to." she complains automatically, though she already knows the answer.

"At least some undies." I confirm, noting that the day had become close and still, 
though the forecast storm wasn't due until the early hours of the morning.

Leaving her to get a pair of knickers from her room, I collect a pair of loose 
shorts from my bag, deciding to forgo underwear for myself as a concession to the 
close heat that had snuck up on us while we were too preoccupied to notice.

"Can I sleep in the lounge please?" Gemma asks me, entering the room with her 
undies over her shoulder, rather than her where they should be. "My room's all 
sticky."

The whole house was sticky, but at least in the lounge we'd have the benefit of 
the overhead fan, and since the mob who'd built the house had been more interested 
in making it fit on the block than solar efficiency, that end of the house also 
received the least amount of sun.

"O.K.," I agree, "but you try to sleep, no fooling around.  Now let's get those 
undies on you."

Nodding her agreement, she hands the tiny scrap of cotton to me.  "Hey," I grin, 
"I thought you were a big girl now, and didn't need anyone to help you."

"No," she giggles, "I'm being a good little girl like you said."

"Humph." I snort, "More like a bad little girl who wants her pussy patted, and 
needs her bottom spanked."

She says nothing to deny my charge and her cheeky giggle is answer enough.  
Chuckling in return, I hold her undies ready for her to step into, and draw them 
up over her nonexistent hips.  I give her little mons a light rub through the soft 
cotton fabric, and administer an equally light slap to her pert behind as she 
presents them in the proper order. "There." I laugh at her antics, "All done.  Now 
brush your teeth."

Following, to be sure that she does as she's told I'm just in time to watch her 
pull down her undies and climb up onto the toilet seat.  She giggles naughtily 
when I lean back against the doorframe, and parts her legs as widely as possible 
before releasing a strong stream of little girl piss into the bowl.  All too soon 
the naughty display is over, and she hops down and pulls her undies up.  A small 
wet patch, the size of a ten cent piece immediately blooms on the baby blue fabric 
covering her mons.

"Teeth." I remind her, as she goes to disappear out the far door.  While she is 
obedient in almost everything other way, this one task requires standover tactics 
every evening to ensure that it's done properly.

"What about you?" she argues.

"I'll do mine when you've finished, and you're lying down like you should have 
been half an hour ago." I reply, "Now start brushing,"

Sighing the sigh of a much put upon little girl, she hauls her stool in front of 
the basin, and pulling the most frightful faces, she gives in to the inevitable.

After making sure that she's settled on the couch, I return to my room for my own 
toothbrush and a book to read.  Then with my ablutions completed, I make my way 
toward the relative coolness of the lounge room, detouring via the fridge.

"Sit here." Gemma says scooting along the couch to give me room to sit at her 
head, as I enter the room.

Rolling my eyes, and knowing what her next request will be, I comply, since it 
usually gets her off to sleep the quickest.  Sure enough, she moves back up the 
couch to put her head in my lap and demands , "Scratch my back please."

Chuckling, I set my book and bottle aside.  Gently, but firmly, I drag my 
fingernails the full length of her spine in slow even strokes, carefully timing 
the full stroke to coincide with her breathing.  Making little murmurs of 
contentment, she snuggles into my lap.  And a very few minutes later, her murmurs 
become tiny snores as she slips easily into the land of nod.

Slowly letting my fingers come to a standstill, I reach for the bottle beside me, 
taking a long cooling draught of the bitter amber brew within.

---

A foot nudging mine some time later brings me muzzily back to consciousness, and I 
look blearily up to find Laura grinning down at me.

"If she were a few years older, I'd have to call that a compromising position." 
she chuckles.

"Huh what?" I ask still half asleep.  Shaking my head, I follow the direction of 
her gaze downwards.