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 Copyright (C) 2000, Clayton.  ALL Rights Reserved

   Long Name: Clayton's Kid's - Poony Toons

   Story codes: (bg, cons)

   Story Intro: Kris bets Annie she can't name all the Loony Toons
characters on her knickers.  However, his forfeit isn't too arduous.





   This is the first of a new style of story for me, Called

   'Clayton's Kids' No adult's here.  Well, not yet anyway.

   Like in any tale told by someone who has not yet reached

   their majority, much of the emphasis will be on the what

   and the how, and a lot less on the why.

   And sorry for my absence, work pressures, and moving have

   taken up a great deal of my time.  Especially since I had

   to build where I was moving to first.  <g> However, it is

   done now and with a bit of luck more should be on its way

   soon.
Disclaimer:

   This is a work of pure fiction.  No illegal activity

   described herein was carried out, this document details

   fantasies that took place late at night when I was alone

   in bed.  I firmly believe that no fifteen minutes of

   pleasure is worth the innocence of a child.  Besides, I

   derive much pleasure from the company of children, playing

   with them or simply watching them at play, I am not going

   to risk this for any momentarily heightened sense of

   pleasure.

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

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

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

   blind, your parents find you in possession of this document

   or your cum causes your space bar to stop working.

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

   country, then see above, substituting "law enforcement

   agency" in place of "parents".

   If you're a member of the moral minority, religious right,

   or any other such control group then read on, my aim is to

   offend you as much as possible.  People like you who would

   force others to fit your narrow minded little world views

   are a blight upon the landscape.  My personal philosophy is

   that of "Rational Anarchy" ie.  anyone should feel free to

   do and think as they please such that their actions do not

   adversely impact on the lives of others.

   Introduction

   I tried writing this story, purely from the viewpoint of an eleven,
going on twelve, year old boy, but I found that the language kept getting
far to complex, so instead it's being told by the same boy as an adult,
remembering it exactly as it happened.

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   Clayton's Kids - Poony Toons

   'Shit this is boring.' I think as I rolled away from the images of Tinky
Winky, Po, Dipsy and Lala cavorting on the TV.  I look back at my charge
for the day, who sits on the couch behind me, her bright little eyes
captivated by the silly antennaed ETs with TVs in their bellies.

   "Stupid fucking bitch mother." I mutter.

   I don't realise that I'm speaking aloud until the round little face
wreathed in soft yellow curls turns to look at me.  "What?"

   "Oh, nothing, you just watch Tellytubbies.  O.K." I say hastily.  God, I
hoped she hadn't actually heard.  I doubt that a repetition of my words
would go down well in this house.

   So there I was, cooped up in my neighbour's house, watching her little
brat daughter for the princely sum of five bucks a day.  Did my stupid dumb
fuck bitch mother ask me if this was how I wanted to spend my school
holidays?  No.  Did she ask me if I wanted to be paid?  No.  Silly fucking
woman said I'd be happy to do it for nothing.  At least Mrs Brownlow
insisted that I should be paid something, not that I'd see any of it any
time soon, Mum was banking it for me.  "Teach me responsibility with
money." she says, "Ten dollars a week pocket money was plenty for a boy my
age." she says.

   Well, since I couldn't fucking go anywhere she was probably right. 
Stupid Cow.  All my mates were out there playing footy, and I was stuck in
here looking after little Orphan Annie here.  I turn to glare at the
unoffending cause of my ire.

   I'm about to turn away, when I notice that she's lifted her feet to the
couch and has the soles of her shiny black sandals pressed together, her
hands clasping the toes, and her knees actually touching the cushions on
either side.  'Fuck, how can she do that.' I marvel.  If I tried that, my
hips'd pop out of joint.

   Again I start to turn away, when she takes a hand off her shoes to
scratch and itch high up on the inside of her leg.  The side of her hand
dislodges the frilly hem of her dress to reveal a tiny scrap of white at
the top of her chubby leg.  Being nearly twelve, and perpetually horny,
even this tiny glimpse of female underwear, was enough to make my heart
skip a beat, while my jeans suddenly became painfully tight.

   I glance up at her face, to see if she's caught me watching, but her
eyes are completely focused on the dumb critters prancing around like a
bunch of poofters.  One of them was even purple and carried a handbag.

   As I let my eyes fall back between her legs, I think about the bullshit
claims my mates and I have made, about seeing up girl's dresses, and the
like.  Especially, what Paul had said about his little sister who let him
lift up her dress to look at her undies.  None of us really believed him,
but we still gave him all sorts of shit, because his little sister was only
six.  Annie was six too, but I doubt if she'd let me lift up her skirt. 
Not with her bible bashing mother always telling her to sit like a lady and
shit like that.  Hell, she'd really catch it bad if her mother saw her now.
The only way her knees could be any further apart would be if you cut one
of her legs off.

   Another scratch, revealed a tiny bit more of her knickers, and my pants
grew tighter still.  I thought about Paul and his sister again, and
wondered if it was really true.  I was starting to think that it might be
worth getting shit stirred, and then it occurred to me, that I would only
get stirred if I said something.

   I glance back up at her face, to make sure she's still staring at the TV
and return my gaze to the two cm triangle of thick white cotton.  Both
hands are back on her toes now, and she grips them tightly as she begins to
rock back and forth in time with the silly music playing on TV.  Then she
starts bouncing her knees, and her dress begins to work higher and higher.

   A millimetre at a time.  more and more of her tightly stretched knickers
creep into view.  At the top of each leg, the flesh hollows slightly, and
the taut leg bands of her undies stretch over the shallow depressions,
leaving shadow filled gaps.  First a grey and white cartoon rabbit's foot
comes into view and then an orange-yellow flipper.

   Then just as I see the beginnings of a black and white paw slipping into
view.  She straightens her legs and lets them hang over the edge of the
couch, at the same time jerking the hem of her dress down to her knees. 
"You saw my undies!  she squeals.

   Startled, I look up, realising that the video had ended, and she'd
caught me looking up her dress.  She must have mistaken my panicked look
for something else, because she whimpers at me, "Please don't tell Mummy."

   "Huh, what?"

   "Please don't tell Mummy on me." she says fearfully, "She gets mad when
I sit like that and let pepul see my undies.  She'll spank me if you tell
her."

   "What just because I saw a bit of your knickers?" I ask incredulously. I
knew her mother was weird about stuff like that because she was so
religious, but to spank her kid just for letting her underwear show.  That
was ridiculous.

   But from the look on Annie's face it was obviously true.  "You said a
bad word." she says with a sharp intake of breath.

   "What word?" I ask genuinely perplexed.

   "You know." she says.

   "No I don't." I say.  "Tell me what it was."

   "But it's naughty, and Mummy'll get mad." she objects.

   "No she won't." I reassure her, "Because I won't tell her."

   She looks around furtively, as if to check that there's no one else to
hear.  "You said, knickers." she whispers, and giggles nervously.  "Member,
don't tell Mummy I said it."

   "I already said I wouldn't." I say.

   "Thanks." she says, "You was looking at them wasn't you.  How come?"

   I start to say no, and then a nasty idea begins to take shape in my
head. "Well, they've got cartoons on them, and I was trying to see what
they were, but I didn't get a very good look."

   "They're from What's Up Doc." she tells me, holding her hand up and
ticking names off on her fingers, "There's Bugs, and Daffy, and S'vester,
and Tweety, and..."

   "Hang on, hang on." I say cutting her off.  "I'm getting all muddled up.
Why don't you show me?"

   "But Mummy says I'm not supposed to let pepul see my undies."

   "If people aren't supposed to see your knickers," I ask, trying to sound
reasonable, "why do they have cartoons on them?"

   "Um I-" she pauses in confusion.  "I don't know, but Mummy says, I'm
supposed to sit like a lady, so pepul can't see my undies."

   "Can't you say knickers?" I ask, not sure why I'm trying to make her say
the word, but knowing it will further my nasty plans.

   "Yes but it's a naughty word." she tells me.  "Mummy says-"

   "Your mummy isn't here now," I cut her off, "you can say it in front of
me.  I won't mind.  Go on, say it."

   "Knickers." she giggles nervously.

   "See." I grin encouragingly.  "Say it again."

   "Knickers." she giggles, more naughty than nervous this time. 
"Knickers, knickers, knickers.  KNICKERS!" She finishes with a little girl
shriek, and collapses into helpless giggles.

   "So can I see them?" I ask again.

   "Mummy says-"

   "She's not here." I interrupt.

   I have another brainwave.  "Anyway," I say, "she just means you're not
supposed to let people see them accidentally.  It's O.K.  if they ask you
first."

   "Really?" She asks disbelievingly, "I can show pepul if they asks?"

   "Yep." I agree, "But they have to ask.  O.K."

   "O.K." she agrees.  "How come Mummy didn't tell me 'bout that?"

   "Because the first person who asks you, is supposed to tell you." I
bullshit her.

   "Oh." she nods, accepting my assurance.

   "So can I see your cartoons?" I ask softly.

   "O.K." she chirps.  And with that, she pulls the front of her dress up
above her waist.

   For several seconds I stare at the slightly rumpled and partially
obscured Loony Toons cast, getting my first proper look at a girl's
underwear while she was wearing them.  Then feeling bold at having got away
with this much, I say, "I can't see very well.  Why don't you sit like you
were before?"

   "O.K."

   She lets her hem drop into her lap and lifts her feet back to the couch
cushions, using her hands to get the soles of her sandals lined up and
pressed together.  She then lifts her dress back up.

   My cock almost sprains itself lurching in my pants like a live thing. 
This time I have a complete and open view of her little knickers stretched
tightly across the rounded swelling of her tiny fanny.  The dimples are
once more visible at the tops of her thighs, and under the pretext of
getting a closer view, I try to look into the narrow openings, trying to
see even more than I already can.

   The thick material partially obscures the outline of her little fanny,
but I imagine I can see a shallow vertical depression running down the
middle.

   "That's Bugs." she says, her fingertip touching Bugs' head, near the top
on the right hand side.  "And-"

   "Hang on." I stop her again, "Wanna play a game?"

   "Yeah, what is it?"

   "I bet you don't know who all of them are." I say.

   "I bet I do."

   "Bet you don't." I taunt.

   "Do too." she cries.

   "O.K." say, "Prove it.  I'll point to them and you tell me who they are
then."

   She thinks about it for a moment, making me wonder if I've pushed too
hard, but fortunately she agrees, "O.K."

   My chest feels like it has an enormous rubber band around it as I reach
out and lightly press down on Daffy.  Holy fuck.  It's warm, and soft, but
firm, not mushy like I'd thought it would be.

   "Daffy." she immediately tells me, seemingly unworried by my finger
touching her little cunt.

   "S'vester" "Tweety." "Foghorn Leghorn." "Elmer Fudd." "Porky pig." She
answers each time my finger stops on a figure.

   "You're good." I compliment her, "But I bet I'll get you."

   "Bet you don't." she giggles, completely at ease with a boy twice her
age touching her undies as she holds the hem of her dress tucked under her
chin.

   Now instead of lifting my finger before setting it back down elsewhere,
I drag it to each new location, trying to feel the shape of her little
fanny through the obscuring fabric.

   "Pepe Le Pew." "Wile E.  Coyote." "Road Runner." "Yosamity Sam." "Speedy
Gonzales" She giggles, "I know em all."

   "Bet you don't know who he is." I press down on the Martian, and drag my
finger up and down a little, actually forcing the material of her knickers
part way into her crack.

   "That's Marvin the Martian." she says, finishing with a creditable
imitation of Porky Pig, "See, the-a, the-a, that's all folks."

   "Hang on a second." I say, "There's one left."

   Pressing firmly, I move up to the figure behind Marvin, tracing along
the full lanky, grey length of Bugs Bunny.

   "That's Bugs Bunny." she giggles scornfully, "I already told you that."

   "So you did." I grin, pretending chagrin, but keeping my finger in
continuous motion up and down the length of her little slit.  My cock
throbs mightily inside my jeans, straining against the thick denim which
keeps it confined.

   "But I bet you don't know what Sam calls him."

   "That's easy." she says, a slight catch in her voice.  "He calls him a
long eared galoot.  That tingles"

   "What does?" I ask, my pausing with my finger right in the middle of
Bugs' face.

   "Your finger."

   "Oh." I say, removing it, thinking that she's calling an end to the
game.

   "No don't stop." she says, grabbing my hand and putting my finger back
down on Bugs.  "It feels nice."

   "Does it." I gulp.

   "Uh-huh." she nods, a look of concentration on her little face as she
looks down at my stationary finger.  After a few seconds she says, "You
gotta rub it."

   Holly shit.  already I was far beyond anything any of my mates had
claimed.  I was touching a real live, girl's fanny through her undies, I'd
felt it all over, and now she was asking me to keep going.  To rub it with
my bare fingers.

   My cocked throbbed in a way I'd never felt before, and I wondered if I
was going to shoot stuff, like Eric claimed he could.  Of course we'd all
immediately made the same claim, but I think only Eric's was genuine.

   Slowly, I begin moving my finger back and forth along her slit.

   "Mmm." she mumbles, her head cocked slightly as she watches my fingers,
"That's nice.  Keep doing it."

   Since, she obviously likes my finger on her, and there's no longer the
pretence of the game I'd made up to worry about, I move my middle finger
into her slit and let the fingers on either side rub lightly over the soft
fabric covering the fat little mounds on either side.  Then when she
doesn't object, I let those fingers slip into the little hollows at the top
of her thighs, touching her flesh outside her knickers.

   She jumps slightly when bare skin touches bare skin, but makes no
objection.  Emboldened, I draw my fingers inwards a little, stretching the
leg openings wider, the elastic lightly abrading the sides of my fingers,
as for the first time in my life I touch a fanny, skin to skin.  It is the
softest, smoothest, most incredible thing I have ever felt.  So hot, it
seems to burn my fingertips.  It's neither flabby like the rolls of fat on
Brian's guts, nor hard like muscle, but like it was packed with stiff foam
rubber, giving way before my sliding fingers, and rebounding as soon as
they pass.

   As I pull the sides of her knickers inwards, I begin to see the smooth
slightly pink skin being revealed on either side.  And as the fabric
between my fingers becomes slack, the finger tracing her slit, slips
deeper, until it rubs lightly over the bottom of the little valley.  Near
the top my finger passes over a hard little bump, and Annie, lets out a
muffled squall and convulses against me.

   Thinking I'd hurt her, I snatch my hand away, and begin to apologise.

   "WOW!" she says, looking up at me, "That really tingled."

   "It didn't hurt?" I ask worriedly.

   "No way." she cries, "It felt really good."

   More nasty thoughts materialise at this revelation.  I wonder if I can
actually get to see her bare fanny.  I lay my fingers back on the, once
more, taut fabric, and pretend to fumble around looking for the spot I'd
touched before, "Where does it feel good?"

   She puts up with my sudden clumsiness for a few seconds then says, "No,
it's in the crack."

   "What here?"

   "No."

   "Here?"

   "No higher.  No, too far.  No higher.  Lower.  Oh," her voice is tinged
with disappointment, "you keep missing."

   "Well I can't see." I say, holding my breath anxiously, as I wait for
her reaction.

   "I can/'t let you see *inside* my undies." she protests.

   "No of course not." I agree with her, taking my hand away, and
pretending to get up to change the video.

   She pauses, looking at my hand where it presses into the cheap vinyl
cushion beside her ankle, then look up into my face, "You won't tell
Mummy?" she asks softly.

   'Yesss!' I think jubilantly, but I pretend a slight reluctance as I
concede, "Well, O.K."

   "Promise?" she demands.

   "I promise I won't tell." I agree.

   She immediately hooks her fingers into one leg opening and stretches it
across to the other side.  For the first time in my life, I see exactly
what a girl looks like between her legs.  There are two fat fleshy lips,
vaguely shaped like long narrow footballs, one on either side of her crack.

   The crack looks a little like a tall thin hour glass, sort of inside out
if you know what I mean.  The chubby lips on either side pressed tightly
together in the middle and parting slightly at the top and bottom.  At the
top, there's a little flap of skin inside the crack, right where my finger
had felt the bump.  Where it widens again at the base, I see a narrow, pink
walled crater, with a little dimple at the bottom.

   My chest tight, I look up at her face.  "Can I touch it?"

   "Course you can silly." she informs me with a giggle.  "That's what I'm
holding my knickers out of the way for."

   Almost unable to breathe, I reach out, and lay my trembling fingers on
the soft, hairless, pillows of flesh.  They're so warm.  So soft.  So
smooth.  It's so beautiful.

   "Touch it inside the crack." she orders me, "Make it tingle good again."

   My heart pounds like I've run a race against the Devil as I insinuate a
finger into her slit near the base, where I've heard the hole is.  There I
can feel a faint dampness, the soft, soft skin slightly sticky with some
unidentifiable moisture.  I wonder briefly if it's piss, then mentally
shrug.  A little piss on my finger was a small price to pay for touching a
girl's cunt.

   "Ooh." she squeaks at the intrusion.  "That's nice too, but I want it up
the top where it tingles most."

   I find that without the fabric of her knickers between us, my finger
catches slightly on her skin, moving in little judders.  Also, it won't
stay in her crack, but skips over the outside.  My finger reaches the point
over that little flap of skin, and she jerks slightly.  "Yeah, right
there."

   I jiggle my finger, and it slips into her crack, pressing down on the
flap of skin.  "Oh, yeah, that's it." she sighs, "Rub it right th-
Aiieeeee."

   She lets out a powerful shriek and shoves at my hand, forcing it away
from her fanny, and her legs kick out the hard toes of her sandals catching
me right on the breastbone.  This time I'm certain I'd hurt her, and my
heart now pounds with fear, not passion.  "Sorry Annie." I babble, "I
didn't mean to hurt you.  I'll stop now.  Don't tell your Mum."

   "It didn't hurt." she assures me, "It felt so good, it was too good."

   Too good?  How can something feel too good?  Then I remember how it felt
to rub my nut directly with my fingers.  It felt great, but so intense I
couldn't keep it up for more than a couple of seconds before I felt like
screaming and had to stop.  So that little fold of skin was a girl's nut,
and by the looks of it, it was even more sensitive than mine.

   I start wondering if I should call it quits.  I'd already done much more
with a girl than anyone I knew.  I had a vague idea of other things I could
do with Annie, but maybe I shouldn't be too greedy.  If I did something
wrong, she might tell someone about it, and then the shit would hit the
fan.

   Annie though had other ideas.  "You gotta do it some more." she tells
me, her fingers hooking her knickers aside to expose her little puss to my
gaze once more.  "I wanna feel good again."

   One look at that bare little mound, and all my good intentions, all
thoughts of self preservation went out the window.  I wasn't exactly sure
of what else I was going to do with it, but I was going to do my best to
work something out.  Starting with getting her out of those clothes.

   "Annie," I say, "wouldn't it be easier if you just took them off.  And
maybe you should take your dress off too, so it doesn't get all messed up
and make your mum mad at you." I was learning.  Use her healthy respect for
her mother, to convince her to do something.

   "O.K.," she agrees, "but you gotta take your clothes off too, so you
can't tell on me."

   Hell, I wasn't expecting that.  It was bad enough getting undressed in
front of other boys, especially since I started getting hair around my
cock, and it started getting stiff all the time.  Kids with stiffies always
got laughed at.  Now a girl wanted me to get undressed in front of her.

   I was scared she'd see my stiffy and laugh at it, or call me a homo or
something.  Suddenly I realised, she wasn't a boy, like duh, and she
wouldn't even know any of those names boys called each other, when they got
stiffies in the changing rooms.  I also realised that there were a lot more
things I could do if we were both nude.  I had this half idea of what
fucking was, and while I figured Annie was too little to do that, I could
probably still rub my dick on the outside of her fanny.  Suddenly I was
anxious to get clothes off.

   "Well, O.K." I agree, trying not to sound too eager.

   First though, I do what any kid who's about to do something forbidden
does.  I make sure I can't be seen by closing the venetian blinds.  When I
turn back, Annie is struggling to pull her beruffled dress off over her
head.

   "I'm stuck." she says, her voice muffled by the folds of fabric covering
her head.  Beneath the half inside out garment, she is wearing her cartoon
knickers and a cream coloured vest, which covers her upper body.

   "Hold still." I tell her, as I kneel behind her and put her dress back
the right way out, and search amongst the many frills and ruffles bedecking
her dress for the fastening holding it closed at the back of her neck.  I
find it soon enough, but for several seconds the hook and eye, resists my
efforts, seemingly as complicated as one of those wire puzzles.  Finally
though it gives way, and with it the zipper that runs down to the middle of
her back.

   For some reason it seems naughtier, to look down into the opening, to
where her bottom is covered by a broad white expanse of cloth.  As I stare
at her bum, she pulls the dress from her shoulders, and lets it fall to
pool about her feet.  I'm left with an even better view of her knicker
covered bum, but the thrill of the forbidden is suddenly a lot weaker.

   She turns to face me, and my eyes light on the mound in her crotch.  One
side of her knickers is pulled askew, the leg band partially caught in her
little slit, leaving one fat, hairless lip bare to my gaze.  "Your turn."
she informs me brightly, as she takes away my view, her finger easing the
cloth back to fully cover her fanny.

   An entire spectrum of emotions washes over me, anticipation,
embarrassment, fear of getting caught, elation, an more, thrill through me,
one after the other, and piled together at the same time.  Still kneeling,
I push my jacket from my shoulders, and strip off my t-shirt, baring my
chest.

   My thoughts an incoherent welter, I stand and unfasten my jeans, forcing
them down to my ankles, and then try to pull them off over my sneakers.

   "You're stuck like me." Annie giggles, as I stumble and almost fall. 
Red faced with embarrassment, I sit and fumble with my laces until I can
kick my shoes off, and work my jeans down over my socks.

   Half shy, half proud, I clamber back to my feet and stand before her, my
stiff prick pushing my jocks out like a tent pole.

   Annie gasps, her eyes locked on the huge lump.  "What's wrong with your
crack?" she asks, "How come there's a big lump there?"

   "Boys don't have cracks." I say.

   "What is it then?" she asks, and reaches out to poke the end of my prick
through the cotton of my jocks.

   Just the touch of her podgy little finger sends a thrill like I've never
felt before surging through me.  Making me gasp and draw my hips back
involuntarily.

   She snatches her hand away.  "Did I hurt you?" she asks concernedly.

   "N-no." I stammer, "You just surprised me.  It felt good."

   "What is it?" she asks again, "I wanna see?"

   "No it's your turn now." I say.

   She quickly strips off her vest, and then pauses with her fingers caught
in the waistband of her knickers.  "You do it at the same time." she says.

   "O.K." I position my fingers like hers, "One.  Two.  Three."

   Together, we push our underpants down to our ankles, and straighten, our
eyes fixed on each other's groins.  Now that she's standing with her feet
nearly together, her little, bald fanny looks like a big wedge of pie
that's been cut in half with a blunt knife.

   "Oh wow!" she gasps, her eyes fixed so firmly on the rod of flesh
sticking straight out above my balls, that I imagine I can feel them
burning me.  "What's THAT!"

   "It's my dick." I tell her, feeling more than a little self conscious.

   "How come you got a dick?"

   "I dunno." I say, "It's just what boys have instead of cracks like girls
do."

   "How come I've never seen it before?" she asks, "It makes a real big
lump."

   "Mostly, it's not big like this," I say, "and it just dangles down."

   "Oh.  Can I see it?  Make it dangle"

   "I can't" I tell her, "I gotta wait for it to go away by itself."

   "Oh!"

   For several seconds both of us stand there, staring at each other's sex
organs.  Me at the little split mound between her thighs, and she at my
stiff prick and wrinkled ball sack.  "What's that?"

   Once again she jabs at me with her finger, this time prodding my solidly
in the nuts.  Again, I jerk backward, but this time it's in pain.  "Ouch!"
I cry, cupping the offended parts tenderly.  "That hurt."

   "Sorry." she says contritely, "I didn't mean to,"

   "Yeah, well be careful with that bit." I mutter, "They're real
sensitive."

   "What is it?  It looks like it's got marbles in it."

   "They're my balls." I tell her.

   "What are they for?"

   "I dunno," I admit, "but they hurt real bad if you're not careful."

   "I'm real sorry." she says, "I'll kiss it better."

   She drops to her knees in front of me, and pushes my suddenly nerveless
hand aside.  She tilts her head to the side and nuzzles in under my rigid
shaft, her oh so soft cheek brushing against the wrinkled underside of my
nut.  "MMMmmmmMMMMmmmm<smack>." she noisily kisses my wrinkled nutsack with
moist, puckered lips.

   "Yar-gack." I cry incoherently, as electric bolts from my groin short
circuit my brain.

   With eyes that can barely focus, I look down at Annie kissing my balls
with her warm, moist lips.  Her baby soft cheek rubs gently against the
underside of my brick hard cock, sending sensations like nothing I'd ever
felt before course through my body.  It was like all the symptoms of the
flu: hot and cold flashes, sweating, and weakness, but instead of
making me feel wretched, it was the most incredible feeling I'd ever

known.  Somewhere inside me the was the sensation of increasing pressure.

   And then it happened.  My dick swelled up, and turned an angry purple
like my finger did when I wrapped string around it.  Then it felt like
something snapped inside me, and behind my dick, there was a huge throb. 
My dick jerked and a small jet of greyish fluid squirted from it, though it
was more like a dribble, than a real spurt.

   It went straight into Annie's ear and she pulled away from me with a
squeal.  Just in time to get the next spurt right in her surprised face. 
And this one was the real thing.  An almost solid rope of thick, white goo,
splashed across her open mouthed face from just above her right eye, down
to the point of her chin.

   My cock almost feels like it's burning, but it's not pain but pleasure
that I feel.  Pleasure like nothing I've ever experienced in all my twelve
years.

   Annie squeaks again, gurgling around the mouthful of goo, that I'd
inadvertently given her.  In trying to pull away she falls over backwards,
landing with her heels half caught under her buttocks, her legs half
splayed as my cock continues to pulse and squirt more creamy white spunk
over her pale white body.  The next spurt lands on her chest and stomach,
and the next weaker spurt traces a perfect line from her navel to the
bottom of her crack.

   The last squirt is little more than a dribble that falls on her knee,
and the bare boards beside it, though my body continues to spasm a few more
times before finally stopping, and leaving me almost too weak to stand up.

   For several seconds I stand there in stunned silence, swaying slightly
on my rubbery legs, and then the reality of the situation hits me like a
ton of bricks.  Not the fact that I'd just done what Eric had boasted about
and squirted spunk myself, but, that I'd not only done it over a six year
old girl, but in her mouth as well.  I knew that as soon as she'd told her
mum about this, I was dead.

   I knew it was too late, but I still had to try.  I gulp, and apologise
profusely: "I'm
sorry Annie, I didn't mean to do that.  I didn't know it was going to

happen.  I...."

   Just then I realise that, She too is apologising tearfully, sobbing,
"I'm sorry.  Did I hurt you?  Did I break something?  Please don't tell
Mummy.  I promise I won't do it again."

   She appears to be quickly ramping up towards full blown hysterics, so
forgetting my own fears, I drop to the floor next to her and pull her
trembling body into my lap.  Rocking her back and forth, I make what I hope
are comforting noises, whispering them into the riot of coppery curls
adorning her head.

   She responds slowly, but finally subsides to occasional snuffles against
my bare chest.  Still holding her I repeat my apologies, "I'm sorry Annie,
I didn't mean it.  I hope it didn't taste horrible."

   She turns her cum smeared face up towards me, and ventures a half smile.
"You won't tell Mummy will you?"

   "No, I won't." I promise her.

   "Fanks." She lisps slightly.  She scrubs at her face and looks at her
sticky, slippery hand and asks, "What is it?  Is it boy wees?"

   "No it's called spunk." I reply, "It's different from wees, and it's the
first time I ever made it, so I didn't know it was going to happen.  I'm
sorry it went in your mouth."

   "That's O.K." she giggles, "It's kinda nice." As if to prove it, she
swirls her tongue in a big circle around her lips and pulls more into her
mouth.  "What's it for?"

   I gather the few shreds of real knowledge I have about the facts of life
and tell her, "It's for making babies."

   "Will I have a baby?" she asks eagerly, "I want a baby to play with and
Mummy's mean and says I can't have one."

   "No." I chuckle, "You're much to little, you have to be as old as me and
have boobs first."

   "You said boobs." She giggles naughtily, blushing slightly.  Then
pretending sternness, she leans back and waggles her finger at me saying,
"I should wash your mouf out with soap young man."

   Oh no, don't do that." I chuckle, "Anything but that.  Boil me in oil,
but please don't throw me in the briar patch."

   "You're silly." She giggles.

   She then looks down at her spunk smeared chest and tummy, and wipes some
up with a finger.  She holds it up between us and plays with it a little as
she looks at it.  "It's real slippery." she says.  She pops the finger into
her mouth and sucks it clean.  "Yummy too." Another swipe and she holds her
finger up to me.  "Want some?"

   'Oh shit what do I do now?' I ask myself.  This game had already gone
light years beyond anything I'd imagined at the beginning, and an avalanche
of filthy jokes, and names we'd used as insults going through my head was
giving me ideas that would have been somewhere on the far side of the
universe only minutes ago.  The thought of how some of those names might be
applied to me made me hesitate, but only for a moment.  Neither one of us
was going to tell, and the possibilities were well worth tasting a
fingerful of spunk.  Somewhere deeper, was a carefully unacknowledged
curiosity.

   I open my mouth and let her insert her little finger between my lips,
carefully closing them around the base and letting my tongue touch her
fingertip.  While I certainly wouldn't rate it flavour of the month, it was
in no way unpleasant, salty and sweet at the same time, with a faint earthy
undertone.  Reassured, I curl my tongue all the way around her finger and
suck on it like a baby until the flavour is lost in my saliva and she
gigglingly pulls her finger away.

   "It's not a bottle." she squeals.  "Didja like it?"

   "It's O.K.  I guess." I admit, "But you can have it all if you like."

   "Oh goody." she squeals, "I got it on you too.  Can I pretend I'm a
kitty and lick it up?"

   Since she was heading exactly in the direction I wanted her to go, and
entirely of her own accord, I waste no time in saying, "Sure, why not."

   "And then you can be a puppy dog and lick it off me too." she says
excitedly.

   Now this suggestion was along lines that had me and my mates publicly
avowing that we'd never do anything so gross as licking a fanny.  Privately
though my curiosity had been piqued at the time, and now it pushed me to
say, "O.K., but you can go first because it was your idea."

   "O.K." she chirps, and scrambles off my lap to kneel facing me.  "Lie
down." she orders.

   "Oh wow!" she squeals excitedly, "Your dick's all little now.  Can I
feel it?"

   As soon as the words are out of her mouth I feel the stirring that
indicates another stiffy is on the way.  Quickly, I say, "Yeah, but you
better be quick it's gonna get big again real soon."

   Eagerly, she crouches beside my hip and leans in close to my groin.  Her
little hand reaches out and she gently pushes at my cock, making it flip up
to point at my hip.  "Hold it." I suggest breathlessly, "That way you can
feel it grow."

   "Yeah!" she squeals.

   Her little fingers curl around my stiffening dick, and squeeze it
gently. I feel a surge of pleasure in my groin, and her grip becomes
suddenly firmer, not from her own actions, but from the sudden thickening
of the shaft she holds.  At the same time an involuntarily groan escapes my
lips.

   She quickly loosens her grip, but to my great delight, she doesn't
withdraw her hand.  "Did I hurt you?" she asks worriedly.

   "Oh no!" I quickly reassure her, "It felt great.  You can squeeze it
tighter."

   She does so, and my hips bounce off the floor as another groan escapes.
"Move it up and down." I tell her.

   Her little tongue emerges from the corner of her mouth as she
concentrates on following my instructions, and my thoughts turn to
speculating how it would feel for it to be licking me.  This, and the
sensation of her fingers wrapped around my prick finish the job of getting
me hard in record time, making her squeal with excitement.

   The final hardening also causes the head of my dick to emerge fully from
my foreskin, glistening with the remains of my spunk.  This causes her to
squeal happily and say, "It's a jack-in-the-box."

   Her movements are jerky at first, but still the feelings they generate
rival those I'd had when I'd cum all over her face and body no more than
ten minutes earlier.  Quickly though she gains confidence, and her short,
jerky motions become smoother and longer, the side of her hand brushing my
small tuft of pubes at the bottom of her stroke, and rising to draw my
foreskin completely over the head at the top.

   This amuses her greatly, and she chortles delightedly as she runs her
hand up and down.  Barely discernible through her giggles, are the words,
"Now you see it.  Now you don't."

   It seems like only seconds before I feel the same build up of pressure
that I'd felt before, and I groan out, "It's gonna squirt again."

   Immediately, she stops and takes her hand away, leaving me feeling a
strange ache, half pleasurable, and half frustration.  "No not yet." she
squeals, "You're not allowed to.  You have to wait till I clean up all the
rest first."

   Frustration gives way to anticipation when I hear this, and I wonder
just how far she will go.  Her next words answer this speculation.  "Then
I'll put it in my mouf so I can have it all."

   'Holy shit!' my mind yammers, 'YES!  She's gonna suck my cock and it's
all her own fucking idea.'

   The pressure behind my cock goes up another notch, and then another as
she leans over and licks up a smear of spunk from just above my left
nipple. Just like a kitten's her tongue flicks in and out of her mouth, as
she systematically laps up the diagonal stripe of cum running across my
chest to the bottom of my rib cage.  When she reaches the end of the trail,
she pushes my legs apart and shuffles in between them, leaning over my
throbbing cock.

   Her fingers once again wrap around it and hold it so that the angry
purple crown points at the ceiling.  Without hesitation, she closes the
gap, and laps up the residue of my last cum from the tip, making me yelp
with indescribable pleasure, and ratcheting the pressure inside me to a
point where I feel like I'm about to explode.

   Concerned she turns her face towards mine, asking, "Are you O.K.?"

   "Uh-huh." I manage to nod, "It felt really good."

   "Is it O.K.  if I suck it?"

   Just the thought is almost enough to tip me over the edge, but I want to
feel it for real.  Somehow I manage to hold the imminent eruption at bay
and choke out, "Sure, but be careful of your teeth."

   "I will." she agrees, and without further ado, she envelops my cock in
the, hottest, wettest, most incredible mouth imaginable.

   I don't know how I do it, but I manage to fight down the NEED behind my
cock, my teeth gritted to hold back the howl of pleasure that fights to
escape.  Through those same gritted teeth, I forces out the words, "Take
your hand away, and make your mouth go up and down like you did with your
hand."

   She releases me long enough to say, "That's a good idea."

   A moment later her lips descend again, travelling all the way to the
base of my shaft as she takes her hand away and uses it to support herself
on my hip.  She snorts a little as the tip of my cock brushes against the
back of her mouth, but remains in place, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks
on my cock like a calf.

   Bolts of lightning rip through me, leaving me beyond coherent thought.
My hips jerk involuntarily, pushing her head away from me as I fall back to
the floor.  "Oh fuck Annie!" I groan, "That's great.  Suck it Annie."

   My hands come up of their own accord, gripping the sides of her head and
guiding her up and down.  "Like that Annie." I mumble, "Do it like that."

   With wet, slurping sounds she does as I ask, and on her own initiative
goes even further, swirling her tongue around the tip of my cock near the
top of her stroke.  The whole time, her cheeks remain hollowed, using main
strength to pull herself away from me, and then allowing her suction to
pull herself back down.

   Blood rushes through my ears, driven by my pounding heart, liquid fire
courses through me.  My hands want to crush the tiny head they are holding,
jamming it down into my lap.  I bite my lip drawing blood, achieving just
enough respite to drag my hands down to my side.  Babbling obscenities, I
encourage her to go faster, my hips vibrating with the *NEED* to release
the pressure building deep inside me.  My fingernails dig deeply into my
palms as I fight back the *NEED* knowing instinctively that the longer I
hold it back, the better the final release will be.

   Through eyes filled with tears of pleasure, I watch as her copper
crowned head bobs up and down, her lips locked so tightly around my shaft
that it's almost dry.  Inside her mouth though, a pool of liquid fire fills
her mouth, and every few moments she swallows the excess saliva, her
convulsing tongue rasping against the underside of my cock, sending bolts
of fire slamming up my spine to the base of my skull.

   Finally I can hold back no longer and I gasp out, "Oh fuck Annie, here
it comes.  Suck it Annie.  Suck my spunk Annie.  Suck my cock."

   Galvanised by my words, she sucks harder still, the insides of her
cheeks actually touching the sides of my cock.  Her riot of coppery curls
flies in all directions, as she goes faster still, her lip lock failing and
releasing a flood of saliva onto my pubes and tightening balls.  Her eyes
plead with me to let it go, to fill her tiny mouth with my spunk.

   Electricity shoots up the length of my spine and it feels like someone
has poured molten metal through my cock.  My entire world narrows down to
the ruby lips wrapped around my rock hard prick, and the soft flesh inside
caressing the bloated head of my cock.  Liquid fire forces itself through
me again and again, an agony of pleasure.

   Vaguely I'm aware of Annie gurgling, but it's beyond me to care at this
moment.  Her bottom teeth scrape me lightly, as she gulps down her first
mouthful, but this only drives me higher still.  My hands come up again to
grip her head, and she clutches my hips, as if fearful that I might force
her away before I'm done.

   An eternity later, my internal convulsions subside, and the sensation of
her mouth becomes too intense for me to endure.  Gasping, I tell her, "Stop
Annie.  Stop, it's starting to hurt."

   With one last cheek hollowing slurp she pulls away, and my already
shrinking cock falls from her lips to slap wetly on my hip.  Sitting up,
she looks down at me with a shit eating grin, strands of spunk festooning
her teeth and lips.  "That was yummy!" she tells me happily.  Still
grinning, she pushes her spunk coated tongue out, and licks at her lips and
teeth.

   "That's good." I croak.

   "You sure made some funny noises and you said heaps of bad words." she
giggles, her tongue making another ineffectual swipe at her teeth.

   "That's because you made me feel so good." I praise her.  "It's the best
I've ever felt."

   "Oh goody." She squeals, "That means you'll let me do it again."

   "You bet." I grin, "But not just yet.  I need some time to catch my
breath."

   "That's O.K." she says, "You can lick the spunk off me first, and then
can I have some more?"

   "We'll see." I say, not making any promises, "I think I made a lot of
spunk that time, and it might take me a while to make some more."

   "Oh.  O.K." she says looking a little disappointed.

   "Anyway," I say brightly, wanting to cheer her up, and keep her happy,
"it's my turn now.  I'm gonna be a puppy dog and lick your face."

   "Ooh yuck." she squeals, holding her hands up in a warding gesture. 
However, she giggles so madly, that I know her expression of disgust is for
form's sake only.

   Yipping, I bounce up onto my hands and knees and like and over eager
puppy, I bowl her over onto her back.  Darting in between her wildly waving
hands, I plant a broad, flat, and very wet lick up the side of her face. 
Squealing with laughter, she pushes at me weakly, and turns her head aside,
presenting the other cheek for the same treatment.

   Between licks, I let out flurries of high pitched barks, which are
occasionally marred by my voice cracking, but this only makes her laugh all
the more.  The whole game becomes so much fun that I temporarily forget the
sexual angle, and it's only when I playfully grab her earlobe between my
teeth and gently tug it, that I'm reminded.

   "OH WOW!" She squeals, making me let go and sit back in a hurry.

   "Sorry Annie." I apologise, "I got a bit carried away, did I hurt you."

   "Uh-uh." she shakes her head emphatically, "It felt funny.  It made me
go all shivery all over."

   "That's good." I say, and grin.  "Oh goody," I cry, "I can see some
spunk on your boob."

   "That tickles funny." she squeals, when I dart in to rasp my tongue over
the tiny pink dot on her chest.  If it hadn't been for the little hands
tangled in the hair on the back of my head, I would have stopped, but it's
very obvious that tickle or not, she likes it.

   Beneath my tongue, the little pink dot hardens and in the middle a tiny
bump pops up.  Pursing my lips I try to suck on it, and I'm rewarded by a
squeal of delight and a tightening of the fingers curled in my hair.

   "Do it again." she squeaks, "Feels nice."

   I open my mouth wider while still sucking, and flick at the raised bump
with the tip of my tongue.  "Wowee!" she squeals, and physically drags my
head across her chest, "DO THE OTHER ONE!"

   Accompanied by squeaks, squeals, and giggles, I switch back and forth
between her nonexistent boobs, licking and sucking while making little
puppy dog growls in the back of my throat.  "Good doggie." she giggles
patting my head, "Lick my boobs like a good doggie."

   I'm content to let her guide me back and forth between her nipples for a
few seconds, but 'good doggie' has other goals in mind.  Fortunately, at my
age, I'm unaware of the common belief that little kids can't become
sexually aroused, and my evil twelve year old mind, now that the edge of my
horniness has been worn off, is looking to the future.

   If I can give her even half the pleasure that she's already given me, I
figure that I'll own her, pretty much body and soul.  Expressions of horror
and disgust from other kids my own age notwithstanding, I reckon that
licking fanny can't be all that bad or there wouldn't be so many dirty
jokes about it.

   Whimpering, I tug against her fingers, trying to follow the drying trail
of spunk down her chest.  "Oh poor doggie." she giggles, "I'm stopping you
from eating up the yummy spunk."

   Actually, it's not all that yummy any more, tasting a little sour, but
it's still not that bad either.  So when she relaxes her grip, I feign
eagerness in chasing the spunk trail down her body.  When I reach her
tummy, she erupts into peals of giggles which become shrieks of laughter
when I reach her belly button and dig into it with my tongue.

   "Oh wow!" she gasps, as I continue lower still, "Are you going to lick
me there too puppy?  That's yucky."

   Lifting my head, I look up at her and bark sharply, and pant loudly and
eagerly with my tongue hanging out like a dog's.  Then lowing my head to
her crotch I sniff around, partly to remain in character, and partly to
determine if I really wanted to do this.

   The odour that greeted me was a mixture of talc, fresh sweat, and
something like the smell that hung around the older girls' lockers at
school in summer.  That made me pause for a moment, since the smell at
school was sometimes a real pong, strong enough to make us boys gag and
make nasty remarks.  But the smell that wafted up from Annie's little crack
was somehow different to that stink, and it sent a signal to my brain,
which was immediately passed on to my dick.

   Satisfied that there's no smell of piss, and urged on by my rapidly
rehardening dick, I push my nose right into her crack and sniff deeply. 
I'd almost swear to hearing a "Twang" as my cock surges to full hardness,
and something in the deepest recesses of my brain screams out, "MORE!"

   There's no need to steel myself for the next stage now.  Shit, it would
take a tow truck to tear me loose from between Annie's skinny thighs.  My
first lick over her plump, hairless mound is greeted with delight. 
"WOWEE!" she squeals, "DO IT AGAIN!  Do it lots!"

   My mind processes the flavour, but the first lap gets me little more
that the taste of my own spunk, salt, sweet, and sour all at once, but
there is a little tickle which speaks to that deep, unthinking part of my
brain which drives me forward.

   At the same time the position is more than a little awkward for me,
being so close to the ground, so I sit back on my heels, wincing slightly
as her fingers tear a few hairs from my head.  I look around the room,
searching for something to lift her fanny up to my level.  There, the couch
cushion should do.  I grab one and pull it to the floor, pushing it under
Annie's bum, when she arches her back to accommodate me.

   However, instead of diving straight back in, I decide to take the
opportunity to take a closer look.  I grasp her stick thin legs just below
the knees, and push them out until she looks like a frog pinned out for
dissection, her thighs forming a horizontal line with her fanny in the
middle.  With my thumbs, I gently prise the fat, little lips apart, and for
the first time in my life, I see in perfect detail the mysteries of a
girl's sex.

   At the top, in the middle is the little fold of skin which she'd said
felt too good when I touched it, her nut.  Coming down, the fold split in
two, forming two little flaps of skin which went down to the pink dimple at
the bottom.  They would have been all but invisible except for the marked
difference in colour on either side of each one.  Outside, the skin was
almost exactly the same colour as the skin on the rest of her body, maybe
flushed a little pinker, but basically the same.  Inside, the skin was
somehow smoother and shinier, and a much brighter pink too, almost the same
colour as the inside of her mouth.

   Just below her nut at the top, between the two little flaps, there was a
little bump with a tiny dimple right in the middle.  Curious, I twisted my
hands around until I could get my fingers on either side of it, while still
holding the rest open with my thumbs.  After little gentle fumbling,
accompanied by, squeaks, giggles, and little gasps, which must be of
pleasure since, she doesn't voice any objections, I succeed in prising the
dimple open, revealing a tiny slit that seems to go deeper into her body.
Suddenly, it dawns on me that this must be her pee hole, and that girl's
don't piss from their cunt hole like we'd thought.

   "That tickles." she giggles, "And it makes me sorta feel like I wanna do
wees."

   "Do you need to?" I ask, half anxious, in case she decides to do it in
my mouth.  While I'm perfectly willing to lick her little cunt to make her
more willing to continue our games, I draw the line at drinking piss, to
achieve that end.

   "Uh-uh." she shakes her head, "It's different."

   "Well make sure you tell me if you need to." I caution her, "I don't
want a drink by mistake."

   "I won't." she giggles.  "Or is it 'I will'."

   "Just don't do it." I laugh.

   Continuing my explorations, I move on to the bigger dimple at the
bottom, realising that this must be where the *hole* is.  Sure enough, it
only takes a gentle pressure to open it up, revealing a hole about two
thirds the diameter of my little finger.  Little beads of moisture around
the rim of this hole make me briefly wonder, if I was right about the
other, tiny hole being where she peed from, but by dipping my head and
sniffing, I'm able to determine two things.  Firstly, I still can't detect
any urine odour, and secondly, what I can smell is a stronger whiff of that
which had screamed 'FEMALE' in the deeper recesses of my mind.  My
twitching cock also told me that this was something which I wanted a whole
lot more of.

   Curiosity and the bragging of a couple of boys outside my own circle
center made me test this hole with a fingertip, but it didn't feel like it
would yield, and I didn't want to hurt her by trying to force it.

   Now was the moment of truth, shuffling back a little to get a better
angle, I dip my head and push the tip of my tongue into the little valley
held open by my thumbs.  I suppose I'm still a little cowardly, because I
touch down just above the hole at the bottom, and do so very tentatively.
However, I taste nothing nasty, and press in a little more firmly, though
still above the hole, and drag my tongue through the little pink furrow to
the bump at the top.

   Annie lets out a shriek that could shatter glass, and I'm worried that
I've hurt her for the brief instant it takes for her to buck and grab the
back of my head in a death grip.  "A-GAIN!" she squeals, "Lick me again!"

   Since it seems that the only way I'm going to get my head back it to
comply, I push my tongue out, and into the groove between her fanny lips,
not that I'm likely to back off anyway.  Her bucking, had briefly pushed
her hole over the tip of my tongue, and what I tasted, was delicious beyond
belief.  It wasn't a strong taste, in fact, I could barely taste it at all,
but it made a direct connection between my tongue and my cock.  All in an
instant I was addicted to fanny.  She could piss in my mouth and I wouldn't
care, I wasn't leaving until she pushes me a way, or I wore my tongue off.

   Pinning her down with my hands, I dive in and go at it hard, my
stiffened tongue pressed deep into the succulent groove between her legs.
Up and down the length of her furrow, I lick.  Fortunately for my ears,
she's more prepared for my tongue against her nut, and emits a little gasp,
rather that the paint peeling squeal that had greeted first contact.

   "More!  More!  More!  Lick it more!" she squeaks, squirming beneath my
hands, until I'm afraid I'll leave bruises.

   Happy to comply, I open my mouth until it covers almost her entire fanny
mound, and suck hard while I dig around with my tongue.  "AH fruit tingles"
she swears in her cute little six year old idiom.  "Lick my crack Krissy.
It feels sooo goood."

   The way her fanny is laid out frustrates me a little, since the part
which gets the greatest response from her, is furthest from where I want to
stick my tongue, but I quickly work out a rhythm which gives us both what
we want.  Down to the bottom where I drill the stiffened tip of my tongue
into her hole, seeking out the sweet nectar of her little honeypot, then up
to flick back and forth a couple of times over the growing bulge at the
top.

   A miss going for her nut shows me another sensitive point.  A jerk of
her hips at the wrong moment causes my tongue to dig at her little piss
hole, eliciting a squeal almost as shrill as the one which had greeted my
tongue on her nut.  I'm briefly disgusted, by the inadvertent contact, but
quickly recover with a mental shrug, and add it to my tongue's itinerary.

   Now I begin by pushing as deep into her cunt hole as I can.  I dig for
every skerrick of continually renewing fanny nectar, then drag up through
her slit to her piss hole where I pause with a little digging wriggle of my
tongue tip, and finally a flick of the tip of my tongue over her nut.

   After a couple of rounds like this, I notice a change in the textures
beneath my tongue, Everything is much slipperier from my saliva, but beyond
that, the little flaps of skin seem much more prominent, and everything
seems firmer too.  At the top, the little fold seems more like a stalk now,
and best of all the hole at the bottom feels bigger and more open, each
time I push into it with my tongue, I get the impression that I'm delving a
little deeper.

   Disentangling her fingers from my hair, I draw back to take a look.  The
most obvious difference is that the entire raised area between her legs is
flushed bright pink, like her fanny was blushing.  The fat lips look fuller
too.  When I prise them apart, they're definitely firmer, deforming less
beneath the tips of my thumbs.  The flaps inside are much darker now, and
instead of being almost invisibly thin, they're swollen up into clearly
visible ridges.

   At the top, her nut really is a nut now, a tiny dark pink knob peeks out
from the fold of skin.  Below, between the inner flaps, the pink valley is
now closer to purple than pink.  At the upper end of the valley, her piss
bump seems fuller too, and the little slit at the top gapes open.

   The memory of how her hole seemed more open around my tongue prompts me
to test it with my little finger.  Her baby cunt hole truly is bigger, and
it almost seems to suck my finger into it, accepting me all the way to the
first knuckle before I meet an obstruction.

   "What's THAT?" she shrieks, her hips bouncing against my other hand,
which fortunately for her is both holding her crack open, and also pinning
her hips to the cushion.  At this stage in life, I'm almost completely
ignorant of hymens and except in the context of dirty jokes, virginity.

   Thanks to my hand though, what could have been a rather painful
experience for her, is nothing more than a slight pinch.  Still, she
squeaks out a soft, "Ouch!" and subsides into motionlessness.

   "What are you doing?" she asks, "That hurt."

   "Sorry." I apologise, "I was seeing if I could put my finger in your
hole."

   "What hole?"

   "The hole where the boy puts his dick and squirts his spunk to make
babies when you're bigger." I reply.

   "Can I see?" she asks, feeling around with her hand where my finger is
still knuckle deep in her hole.

   Cautiously, I take my finger out, and she replaces it with her own.  "Oh
wow, I didn't know *that* was there!" she squeaks.

   Experimentally, she pushes her finger in and out a few times, wincing
slightly when she goes a little too deep.  "Oh wow!" she cries, "That feels
really nice.  You do it some more, cause your finger's bigger, but don't go
too far, it hurts then."

   She takes her finger out and looks at it as if she's never seen it
before, and cautiously sniffs it.  "It doesn't smell like pee." she says.
"What's it taste like?"

   "Try it and see." I say, raising my own finger to my mouth and sucking
the sweet nectar from it.  "I like it."

   Wrinkling her nose, she tries it for herself and smiles, "It's almost as
yummy as your spunk." she says.

   "I'd say it was yummier," I grin back, "but that's the way it's supposed
to be, boys taste good to girls and girls taste good to boys."

   "Uh-huh." she nods, "Now you do it."

   "O.K.," I say, cautioning her, "but hold still, I don't want to hurt
you."

   Just to be sure, I keep her pinned with my hand as I insinuate my finger
back into her hole.  "Make it go in and out now." she tells me, once I'm up
against the barrier inside.

   I push my finger in and out of her slippery little hole a few times,
marvelling that in the space of less than an hour, I'd gone from complete
sexual ignorance, to feeling up a girl through her knickers, and then
inside them.  I'd gotten sucked off, and had licked a cunt, and now I was
fingering it too.  Only one thing remained and I was determined that I'd
accomplish it too, some time in the not too distant future.

   Towards that end, I tried pushing replacing my finger with the next one,
and when that was successful I tried my middle finger, the finger with
which I guy was supposed to finger fuck a girl.  Her now loose little fanny
accepted it without a hitch, her only response being a low sigh of
pleasure. In and out I pump my finger, entering the clinging little tube to
just below the first knuckle.  The sight of her little fanny swallowing my
finger like that enthrals me, as I realise that from here to the ultimate
goal amounts to nothing more than stretching the hole by the same amount
that it had already opened.  It might even be stretched enough already,
since my dick had some give in it, unlike the bones in my finger.

   However, before I can ask if I can try to put my dick where my finger
is, she interrupts my reverie, saying, "Can you lick it some more please? I
like that better."

   I wanted to sat "no", and put forward my own suggestion, but I realise
that I'm better off giving into her demands before making any of my own. 
Besides, my tongue still tingled with the memory of her taste, and I wanted
more of that before I spoiled it with my spunk anyway.

   Dipping my head, I lick all around my finger where it penetrates her and
then up through her crack to her nut at the top.  "YES!" she squeals,
"More!"

   I lick her a couple more times, but it's awkward with my finger in the
way, and I'm scared that she might hurt herself too.  So I take my finger
away and replace it with my tongue.  Immediately it's flooded with her
sweet nectar, fluids dammed inside her by my finger spilling out onto my
eagerly lapping tongue.  Moaning almost as loudly as she is, I suck it up,
rolling it around inside my mouth like a fine wine, but there's no way this
wine is ending up in a bucket.  I'll drink her down, drain her dry, every
drop of delicious moisture that passes my lips will remain there, swallowed
only to make room for more.

   Annie's breath comes in short sharp pants, while her heels skid on the
polished boards, striving to push her little pelvis upwards, forcing the
rubbery lips of her fanny against my lips as I delve between them for her
pleasure and mine.  Within moments, her exhalations become breathy little
gasps, finishing with faint squeaks.

   Once again her fingers entwine themselves in my hair, holding my head in
place, while she scrubs her swollen little fanny over my lips and tongue.
Finally, I'm forced to steady her hips with my own hands, her motions are
that violent.  My nose hurts from a too swift meeting with the hard bone
beneath the top of her mound.

   With her almost stilled, I can dig once more for fanny gold, forcing my
tongue deeper into her tight little hole further than I've ever delved
before.  Far enough that the tip brushes the barrier which had frustrated
my fingers moments earlier.  Rapidly, I plunge the tip of my tongue in and
out of her little fanny, fucking her with it, as I draw the delicious
secretions into my mouth to be savoured and swallowed.

   "At the top too." she reminds me breathily, her hands tugging at my
hair, when I show no sign of abandoning her little well of delight.

   Somewhat reluctantly, I let her pull me the few centimetres upwards to
her swollen little nut, and hammer it with the tip of my tongue, flicking
it back and forth over the fat little bulb, then remembering her nipples, I
press my lips in around it and suck hard.

   Again her shriek threatens the windows and the paint coating the walls,
and her hips convulse upwards, my weight no match for the sudden hysterical
strength she's imbued with.  Her fingers clutch me tighter still, and pull
me even harder against herself, pushing my nose sideways and mashing it
flat.  "AGAIN!" she squeals, "Suck it HARD!"

   I suck, and she squeals again, a little less shrilly than before, but
her clenching fingers make up for it, tearing a half dozen or so hairs from
my head.  Still even that sharp pain doesn't really penetrate, except in a
strangely detached manner, for the moment my entire world is between stick
like legs of my six year old lover.

   "Now lick.!" she cries, her hands forcing my tongue back down to the
weeping hole, which is filled with such delicious nectar.

   Once again I fuck her tight little hole with my tongue, reaming her out
good, pushing the tip so far inside that I can push it against the rubbery
barrier blocking further entry.  Back and forth between nut, and hole, I
follow her hands, doing my best to return the pleasures that she'd given me
with her mouth.

   "Oh, oh.  Something's happening." she squeaks, "Oh Kris!  More!  OH! 
OH! OH!  Something's happenING!" she finishes with a rising shriek, her
heels dig into the floor as her legs snap shut on the sides of my head. 
Her little bum lifts completely clear of the cushion, forcing her fanny up
into my face.  More hairs part company with my head, but I barely notice
it, as a flood of stronger tasting juices flows over my tongue.

   Fighting her hands, and opening my mouth I seal it over her fanny, and
lap up and down the full length of her groove, tasting her juices at the
bottom.  I excite more squeaks of delight from her lips, when I reach the
top and try to force her nut back inside its hood with the tip of my
tongue. Before my eyes, her little belly ripples with muscular
contractions, and her little hole refuses to let more than the very tip of
my tongue inside, the walls nibbling on the tiny portion it does accept. 
The flush which surrounded her fanny has now spread as high as her belly
button and a matching flush has descended from her face to surround her
nipples.

   Finally, her legs relax their grip on my head falling bonelessly to the
sides as she now tugs weakly on my hair, not to increase the pressure, but
to draw me away.  "Stop!" she cries weakly, "That's enough."

   I resist her long enough to make one final pass through her slit,
gathering up the last of her girlish equivalent to spunk, then let her
almost strengthless fingers pull me away.

   Now it's my turn to sit back on my heels with a shit eating grin,
looking down on her body as the rosy flush surrounding her fanny and
nipples slowly subsides, and her ragged breathing returns to normal.  "How
was that?" I ask when something resembling intelligence returns to her
glassy eyes.

   "It was awesome." she breathes after a couple of croaking attempts to
speak.  "Is that what it feels like when you squirt spunk?" she asks, "Did
I squirt some too?"

   "Not exactly." I reply, "Only boys make spunk, but you were pretty yummy
anyway.  And I guess it feels like I did too."

   She struggles to sit up, so I offer her a hand which she uses to pull
herself upright.  then curling herself into a ball she tries to inspect her
still swollen fanny.  "It looks real sore." she comments, half to herself,
"But it feels *good*."

   "I suppose it's like my dick." I say to her, "When it feels good, it
swells up and goes red too."

   "I suppose." she agrees as she peels herself open to look inside.  "Hey
that bit looks sort of like your dick." She pokes her nut and gasps. 
"That's the bit that feels sooo good, isn't it."

   "Yeah." I reply.

   She looks up and immediately focuses on my stiff prick standing proudly
in its dark nest of pubes.  "Oh goody, it's stiff again." she cries.  "Can
I suck some more spunk out of it?"

   "Later." I tell her, "There's something else I want to try first."

   "What's that?" she asks curiously.

   "I want to see if it will fit inside your hole." I reply, "Can I try?"

   "I fought you said I had to be bigger first." she says.

   "I thought so too," I say, "but my biggest finger goes in real easy, and
I can put my tongue all the way in too.  I just want to try it, I'll stop
if it hurts."

   "O.K." she agrees, "But, I get to suck your dick and drink your spunk
after.  O.K.?"

   "You bet!" I say with unconcealed glee.

   She lies back on the floor, and immediately sits up to pull the other
two cushions from the couch and fit them behind her so that she can watch
as I try to put my dick in her fanny.  I lean over her reclining form,
trying to find an angle where I can fit my dick up against her, but with
the two cushions behind her, her fanny is at the wrong angle for me to
penetrate, and after a couple of fruitless attempts, I sit back frustrated.

   Annie too, looks almost as frustrated, as my fumbling attempts to fit my
cock against her hole, have begun to excite her again.  "What do we do?"
she asks me as she looks around the room for an answer.

   I too look, and after a few seconds I spot the armchairs.  "What if we
put a couple of cushions on the floor there," I point.  "and you get on the
chair with some more behind you, so you can see too."

   "O.K." she agrees, and scrambles to her feet taking two of the cushions
with her.  I gather up the cushion she'd been sitting on, and the one from
the second chair and bring it over to where she's standing stuffing her own
cushions into place.  I drop them on the floor at her feet and wait while
she scrambles into place, her bum right at the front edge of the cushion.

   She lifts her legs up and throws her calves over the arms of the chair.
She peels her fanny open, looking down as I kneel before her.  My cock is
at exactly the right height.  It droops a little sadly, but one quick swipe
up the length of her slit is enough to bring it back to full hardness.

   However, when I push it against her hole I almost decide to stop.  The
end of my dick when it's flattened against her fanny, almost touches her
nut at the same time.  However, Annie looks down at the incipient junction
between our bodies intently, wriggling her hips as much as her rather
contorted position allows.  "Rub it up and down." she tells me.  "Make it
go on my tingly bit." With only the experience of the two cums earlier in
the day to go by, I'm a little worried that too much stimulation will make
me squirt again before I can try out her tight little hole.  However, she
looks up at me so pleadingly that I decide to give it a go anyway.

   "Mmm, that's nice." she says softly as I drag the tip of my cock through
her spread open slit.  As I pass over her nut, I push a little with my
hips, feeing the hard little kernel with the sensitive skin of my own nut.
Back and forth, top to bottom, I slide the tip of my cock, each pass
getting slipperier and easier, as I smear the mixture of her fanny juices
and my saliva through her slit and over the ruby tip of my cock.

   After nearly a minute of this, her breathing is again speeding up, and
she's making tiny squeaks of pleasure.  When I push inwards over her hole,
I feel it opening slightly, the harder core of my stiff member, making its
way just inside, though the majority of my nut still remains on the
outside. Annie adds her own motions to mine, rocking her little hips from
side to side.

   And it's Annie's attempts to add to the sensations which lead to her
downfall.  Literally so.  Her little bum still slick with sweat from her
earlier climax slips on the plastic cushion beneath her, at the very moment
that I press into her little hole.  This time, I'd felt a slight easing of
the tension at its entrance, and I was watching entranced as nearly three
quarters of my nut disappeared from view.

   When she slips, her entire body shoots towards me, catching me totally
by surprise.  The sudden and unexpected shove, knocks me over backwards,
and I find myself looking up into Annie's bugged out eyes.  Her mouth hangs
open with surprise.  Surrounding my cock, I feel a hot, moist and very snug
sleeve of soft flesh.  It's like her mouth when she was sucking me off, but
instead of just the ring of her lips holding me, the entire length of my
shaft was being squeezed even more tightly.

   Stunned I look down the length of my body to where she sits astride my
hips, impaled to the hilt on my rock hard cock.  Every last millimetre of
my dick is inside her tiny six year old body, the barrier which had blocked
my fingers and hers, no match for the weight of her body falling on my
steely spear.

   A gasp from her is the first indication that she might be hurt, and I
look up to see the bug-eyed look of surprise has been replaced with a
painful wince.  However, she puts a brave face on it, and with tears in her
eyes, she essays a half-hearted giggle and complains, "Ouch, that stings."

   "I'm not surprised." I say, "Do you know, you've got my whole dick
inside you?"

   "I have?" she squeals, contorting her body trying to look, and sending
delightful tingles up my spine as her movement causes her tight fanny to
slide off my cock slightly.  "Yow!" she yelps softly, but it sounds almost
distracted as she stares at the point where our bodies are joined.  "How
did it all get in there?" she asks wonderingly, and holds up her fingers
about two centimetres apart, "You could only get this much before."

   "I don't really know." I reply almost as confused as she is, "I once
heard a big kid say something about busting a girl's vaginity, so maybe
that's what it was.  Maybe it's there to keep poop out when you're a baby
or something."

   "Oh." she nods, accepting my somewhat confused explanation.

   "Does it hurt much?" I ask her.

   "A little bit," she replies, "but Mummy hurts much more when she spanks
me.  It just stings a little bit now."

   "Maybe you should get off." I say, responsibility winning out over my
horniness, now that it's too late.

   "Do I have to?" she asks, "It feels good too.  Sorta stretchy, and it
hardly hurts at all now."

   "No, you can stay there if you want." I tell her as horniness gives
responsibility a raspberry.  "Try moving up and down a little bit."

   "Like with my mouth?" she asks.

   "Just like that." I say, "But just a tiny bit first in case it hurts too
much."

   With a look of intense concentration on her face, she puts her hand on
my chest and leans forwards, pulling herself maybe a centimetre off my
cock. Again little bolts of pleasure shoot outwards from my buried cock. 
For Annie, the experience is a little less enjoyable, but even for her
pleasure exceeds the residual pain she is feeling.  "Ow-wow!" she squeals.
"It still stings a bit, but it feels good too." she informs me.  "How do
you feel?"

   "It feels great." I tell her, "But don't hurt yourself for me.  We can
stop and try it again some other time."

   "No, it's all right!" she cries, and lifts herself a good five
centimetres before dropping back.  with a smile.  "See?"

   What I see is a girl impaled on my cock, and rampant horniness gives the
last vestiges of responsibility the boot.  "I'm doing it." I say to myself
wonderingly, "I'm really fucking a girl."

   "Oooh!" Annie gasps with a sharp intake of breath, "That's a real bad
word.  I said I once and Mummy made me eat a piece of soap this big."

   "Well she's not here right now." I say with a grin, 'So she'll never
know if you don't tell her."

   "Yeah!" she giggles, "Can I say it too?"

   "Yep.  you can say anything you like."

   Giggling madly, she whispers, "I'm fucking you Kris.  Your dick's in my
hole and I'm fucking it.  Now you say something."

   "I'm rooting your little fanny Annie." I say, "I've got my cock all the
way up your little baldie cunt and I'm fucking you."

   As I speak, Annie begins to lift up and down on my cock, slowly at
first, but soon she is bouncing up and down with abandon.  The sensation of
the snug, and burning hot sheath sliding up and down the length of my cock,
is incredible, jolts of fire sear pathways from my crotch to my brain.

   "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck." Annie chants in time with her bouncing.  "Fuck
me.  Root me.  Fuck my bald fanny with your big fat dick Krissy.  I wanna
fuck you forever.  It feels real good with your fat dick in my cunt Kris."

   "Oh FUCK Annie!" I cry, "Your fanny's so fucking tight, it's squeezing
my cock so good.  I wanna fuck you forever too Annie.  I love you Annie,
Fuck me Annie.  Fuck me until I squirt your little cunt full of creamy
spunk Annie."

   "Oooh Yeah!" she cries, bouncing even faster.  "Squirt the baby stuff in
me Krissy.  Put a baby in my tummy.  I wanna baby to play with.  I want two
babies.  I wanna boy and a girl baby so they can fuck too.  I can fuck the
boy, and you can fuck the girl, and they can fuck each other too.  Fuck me
Krissy.  Fuck me a baby.  Put a fucking baby in my fucking baldie cunt
hole."

   Fuck Annie." I yell, "You're so fucking dirty.  I gotta fuck you
properly."

   "Yeah fuck me!" she yells as I struggle to roll her over onto her back
beneath me without pulling out.  "No don't stop." she continues as my
efforts fail and my prick slips out of her clinging little fanny,

   I manhandle her skinny body onto the cushions I'd been kneeling on,
putting her on her back with her head and shoulders twenty centimetres
lower than her hips and bald little cunt.  Holding my stiff prick in one
hand, I support myself over her skinny little body, and press the fat nut
up against her little hole.  She's still stretched open, and I have no
trouble sliding my stiff dick back into the sung, moist, depths of her hot
little cunt.

   "FUCK ME KRISSY!" she squeals happily as I bottom out in her tight, six
year old sheath, "Fuck my bald cunt Krissy and put a baby in my tummy."

   "Little cunt." I grunt, as I fuck my stiff prick into her tiny fanny,
"Fucking little spunk sucking cunt."

   I look down between our sweat slick bodies to where my twelve year old
prick enters her six year old crack.  Except there almost is no crack, just
a hole forced open by my thick shaft surrounded by a pair of almost
nonexistent ridges.  Even her nut is missing half the time, dragged inside
along with the inner lips to ride along the top of my shaft.

   When I pull back, it's like half her guts want to come too.  First her
little nut appears, swollen and shaded an angry looking red.  Then her
inner lips, shiny and pink, stretched round my prick shaft like a rubber
band.  As I continue backwards, they pucker out further, forming a shallow,
fat cone, with my dick rising from the center like an obscene, volcanic
core.

   "Do it faster Krissy!" she squeals, reaching up and wrapping her arms
around me and digging her fingers into my shoulder.  Luckily her nails are
cut short or she'd be tearing my back to ribbons.  Her little heels come up
and beat a tattoo on the backs of my legs.  "Fuck, fuck, fuck.  Fuck my
little cunt Krissy."

   She is so fucking tight around my dick, that it takes a monumental
effort to go even a fraction faster.  Sweat drips from my nose and chin,
forming a shimmering pool on the floor above her bouncing head.

   "Oh fuck cunt!" I cry, "It's happening.  It's cumming.  I'm gonna
squirt."

   "Do it!" she squeals, tightening her arms and legs about me, "Squirt a
baby in me.  Squirt two babies.  Squirt a million babies."

   "OH FUCK!" I shriek, as boiling lead, sears a pathway from my balls to
the deeply buried tip of my cock.  My vision darkens at the edges as the
blood sings in my ears.  Deep inside me something convulses, sending the
first thick creamy jet of spunk deep into the hot, clinging recesses of her
little fuck hole.

   "I can feel it." she squeals excitedly.  "I can feel it squirting.  Oh,
It's happening again.  Oh, oh, oh.  AiieeeeeEEEEEEEE!"

   Her already tight cunt sheath, suddenly becomes tighter still, clenching
around my stiff dick like the hand of a drowning man clutching a rope.  It
ripples along the length of my prick from base to tip, as if trying to pull
me even deeper into her body.  Her little cunt practically sucks the spunk
from my cock as another searing pulse sets my dick on fire.

   Beneath me, her tiny body flops around like a fish dying on my sex
spear. Her squeals and my deeper, but cracked, grunts fill the air.  The
almost painful tightness of her cunt holds me deep inside her body,
stopping me from making anything but tiny jerking motions as I pump wad
after wad of spunk deep inside her fanny.

   My cock and balls begin to ache as I run out of spunk, but the continual
milking of her contracting cunt sheath keeps me going long after there is
nothing left to squirts.  Again and again, my insides tie themselves into a
tight knot, as her little cunt seems to be trying to pull my entire body
inside.

   Finally, her tense little body sags, and like a puppet with its strings
cut, I collapse on top of her, only my elbows beneath me, preventing me
from crushing her completely.  For most of a minute, we lie there, still
locked together as we struggle to suck air into our oxygen starved lungs.

   Eventually, my weight becomes too much for her skinny hipped body to
bear, and making muffled protests, Annie, pushes weakly at my shoulders. 
Groaning with the effort I manage to straighten one arm beneath me, and to
roll from her tiny frame.  The back of my head thumps down on the
uncushioned boards, momentarily bringing stars to my eyes.  And for several
more minutes we lie there, our legs still entangled, as we pantingly
recover from our exertions.

   Annie is the first to recover.  "Wow!" she squeals happily, "That was
fun.  Can we do it again?"

   "Oh shit Annie!" I groan, "I can't.  It feels like I've rubbed half the
skin off my dick.  Aren't you sore too?"

   She raises herself to a sitting position atop the pile of cushions, and
turns herself into a pretzel looking at her fanny.  "I guess." she admits,
"It's starting to sting a bit.  Wow!  It sure is red too."

   I struggle to get myself up onto one elbow to look for myself.  Her once
tiny little fanny now gapes like an open wound, the previously white skin
now a bruised looking dark pink.  The tiny hole at the bottom is no more,
replaced by a dark two centimetre wide tunnel leaking a pinkish froth.

   "Oh fuck!" I groan falling back, another star shell exploding in my head
as it crashes to the floor.

   "What's wrong?" she asks.

   "Your mother." I groan.  "If she sees that I'm dead."

   "Oh!" she mumbles, "Will we get in lots of trouble?"

   "Oh God!" I cry, hiding my face in my hands as if to shut out the
evidence of my lust crazed assault.

   "We'll just have to make something up then." she says with practicality
beyond her years, "I'll tell her I spilled coke or something, so you had to
give me a bath, and she won't have too.  Maybe it'll be better by
tomorrow."

   I peer through my fingers at the raw looking flesh between her legs and
groan again.  No way will what I've done heal overnight.  It doesn't even
look like it will be better before the weekend five days away.  I might be
able to get away with it once, but there's no excuse on Earth that will let
me justify giving her her bath every night through to Friday, even if that
was long enough for the damage I'd inflicted to heal.

   However, when the alternative is confession, I'm willing to clutch at
straws.  Maybe it will heal overnight, or maybe Mrs Brownlow just won't
look.  She's real weird about things like that.  Annie's bathers even have
a skirt on them.

   "Yum!" Annie's expression of delight makes me look up, to see her
sucking on her finger.  As I watch she puts it down between her legs and
scoops up another fingerful of pinkish scum.

   'Is the hole a fraction smaller than it'd been a minute earlier?' I ask
myself hopefully, 'And the colour a fraction less angry?'

   She holds the finger out towards me, asking, "Wanna taste?  Your spunk
tastes really good mixed with mine."

   Somewhat desultorily I open my mouth and let her put her finger in it. I
don't know it at the time, but taking that taste would stand me in good
stead with the girls over the years that followed.  At not yet twelve years
of age my preconceptions had not yet hardened to the point where a spunk
filled fanny turned my stomach, and thanks to Annie's innocent offer, never
would.

   She's right, the mix of boy and girl juices is delicious: Sweet and
sour, with an earthy spiciness, and a faint coppery tang which at first I
don't recognise, then suddenly realise is blood.  Oh shit!  The faint
feeling of relief that I'd been experiencing is suddenly gone, replaced by
a sudden anxiety, that I'd done real internal damage, even if she didn't
appear to be in any such distress.

   "Annie," I say gently, trying not to alarm her, "lie back again will
you? I want to take a better look."

   "O.K." she agrees easily, draping herself back over the cushions and
propping herself up on her elbows to watch me.

   I hunker down between her widespread legs and gently peel her fanny lips
apart.  They really are loosing that angry colour, and the hole inside is
definitely smaller.  I start to feel that I might get away with it, and
then another pink tinged bubble of spunk oozes out and I go cold all over
again.  A close inspection of the outside of her fanny reveals no cuts or
scrapes which might have been the source of the blood.

   One good thing is that the red colour is like a blush, and not the
result of friction and it continues to fade even as I look.  The lips too
are shrinking back to the size I remember they were.  But this hasn't
located the source of the blood, even if there doesn't appear to be any
fresh blood appearing.

   Very gently I place my finger at the opening leading up inside her body
and slowly push it in.  Everything is fine until I get to about the same
point where that barrier had previously blocked me, and then she lets out a
quiet yelp of discomfort.

   Saying sorry, I remove my finger, and look at it.  There, right on the
tip, is a tiny dark fleck of half coagulated blood and I realise that this
must be the source.  Suddenly it all comes together, the barrier, the
jokes, the blood.  This was normal if the jokes were to be believed, and
the surprising thing was how little there actually was.

   Grinning with relief, I lean forwards and plant a resounding kiss on her
upturned little mound, swiping it with my tongue to get at more of the
delicious cocktail.  Squealing, Annie grabs the back of my head and pulls
me against herself only to let go with a soft yelp of pain.  "Ouch!"

   "Sorry, I mumble sitting back on my heels.  "I think we'd better call it
a day and get you into the bath."

   "Can we do it again tomorrow?" she asks.

   "Let's wait and see how you feel." I say.  "You might still be a bit
sore."

   "O.K." she chips brightly, then winces slightly as she scrambles to her
feet.

   "You O.K.?" I ask.

   "Uh-huh." she nods, "It hurts heaps more when Mummy spanks me."

   "That's good." I say, then hastily try to correct myself, "Uh, I
mean...."

   She giggles.  "I know." Then still giggling, she makes a production of
her trip to the bathroom, punctuating each step, with an "Ouch.", "Ooch."
or "Eech."

   About halfway down the hall, she stops with a giggling, "It's dripping
down my legs."

   Assuming one of those impossible poses, she cleans each thigh with the
side of a finger, and sucks on one while holding out the other towards me.
"Yumm!"

   Then while I start the water running into the bath, she climbs up onto
the toilet and starts to pee.  Curious, I turn to look between her legs,
only to hear her shriek with embarrassment as she slams her knees together.
With a red face, she looks up at me obviously ready to tick me off. 
Suddenly she giggles, saying, "That was silly wasn't it?"

   "Maybe a little bit." I giggle back, "But I won't look if you don't want
me too."

   "You can watch me if I can watch you." she bargains.

   "O.K." I agree.

   Still pink faced, she slowly parts her legs, and after a few seconds
resumes peeing into the bowl.  The thickness of her stream surprises me
considerably, since I've only ever seen other boys peeing before this. 
However, it does clear up one mystery.  How my mother can be so noisy when
she pees.

   The thick straw coloured rope of urine, hisses noisily against the front
of the bowl, for only a few seconds before petering out into a little
dribble and a final spurt.  Annie then takes a wad of paper from the roll,
lightly pats her little fanny dry, and drops the soiled paper into the
bowl. "O.K.  It's your turn." she grins up at me, hopping down from the
seat.

   "You do wees standing up?" she squeals in surprise as I lift the seat
and take aim at the water below.

   "Yeah." I say, "All boys do."

   "Oh." she murmurs.  Then impatiently: "Hurry up then."

   "Hang on a sec." I laugh, "It's coming."

   It takes several secs, and when I finally do get it going she squeals
with delight.  "Wow that's neat!  Let me hold it."

   I have to tell her, "Don't squeeze it." when she takes hold, and then
she giggles so much that she can barely keep it inside the confines of the
bowl.

   After several seconds though, she gets herself and my stream under
control, and still giggling, she paints naughts and crosses in the bowl. 
The expression on her face becomes more and more thunderstruck as my piss
goes on and on and on, lasting five or six times as long as hers had.

   "Wow!  You did a *big* wees." she breathes once I finally finish with a
final two spurts, and take my dick from her hand to give it the obligatory
three shakes.

   "I suppose." I say, pinking modestly since it's only been in the last
couple of months I've been able to manage a man sized piss.

   A few minutes, and fiddles of the taps later, Annie pronounces the water
"Just right." and with my help clambers into the bath.  Hissing, she lowers
her sore little fanny into the gently steaming water, and gingerly settles
to the bottom.

   "You get in too." she instructs me.

   "O.K.," I agree, "but you have to be careful not to get my hair wet."

   "I know." she nods.

   We take turns washing each other, being very careful with sore dicks and
fannies.  To my great relief, Annie's little cunt almost looks normal by
the time we've finished, and with only a little luck, Mrs Brownlow
shouldn't notice anything out of the ordinary, even if she does see it that
night.

   Whilst, I'm washing her hair, Annie asks me, "Is fucking really bad
Kris?"

   "What do you mean?" I ask, stalling for time, and wanting to be sure of
exactly what she means.

   "I mean, it's heaps and heaps of fun," she says," and it feels really
good, but Mummy'd be really mad if she found out wouldn't she?  How come?"

   "Yeah, she would be mad." I admit, "My mum would be too.  Grownups just
don't think kids like us should fuck."

   "How come?" she asks.

   "I dunno really." I admit, "Grownups are just like that I guess. 
They're always saying we shouldn't do fun things."

   "Yeah." she nods sagely, "So we better not tell any grownups huh?"

   "We can't tell *anyone*." I say, "It's gotta be a secret for just us two
O.K."

   "O.K." she nods.  "b'cause other kids might tell right?"

   "Right." I agree, as I scoop up a bucket of water to rinse her hair. 
"Head back."

   She tilts her head back for me, and continues talking.  "But isn't Mummy
gonna find out when I have a baby?"

   It's a good thing I'm sitting down or I very quickly would be.  "You're
not going to have a baby." I quickly say.

   "How come?" she asks, twisting to face me, and cracking one eye open. 
"You squirted heaps of spunk in me."

   "You're not old enough to have a baby." I tell her, "You've got to have
boobs and hair on your fanny before you can have a baby."

   "Oh." she murmurs disappointedly, "I really wanted one." Eagerly, she
adds, "Will you make one in me when I'm big enough?"

   "Uh," I say, "let's wait and see, it'll be a long, long time before
you're ready to have a baby."

   "O.K." she agrees.

   As soon as I've finished drying her, Annie leaves me alone in the
bathroom, presumably to get some clothes on.  However, when I emerge a few
minutes later to get my own clothes from the lounge, I find her, still
naked, carefully pouring coke from a glass onto the dress and vest she'd
been wearing.

   "What are you doing that for?" I ask in confusion.

   "So Mummy knows why I had to take a barf." she says as if pointing out
the obvious.

   "Oh yeah." I nod, "Well you'd better put them in the bathroom, because
that's where you would have taken them off.  Take your knickers too, and
bring back some clean clothes and your hairbrush."

   "O.K."

   While she's gone I begin to dress, and as I do so, I realise that
there's an unusual smell in the room, which I guess is caused by our
fucking.  So despite the late winter chill, I open all the windows to get
rid of it.  Luckily the cushions are vinyl, and a few swipes with a cloth
while I shove the cushions back into place are all it takes to return the
room to something like it should be.

   I help Annie into the clothes she brings out for me, and while I'm
working the brush through her hair we discuss our story and get it
straight, so that when Mr's Brownlow lets herself in through the front door
a couple of hours later, Annie jumps to her feet and rushes to greet her
mother.

   "Mummy," she yells at the top of her lungs, "Kris spilled a whole glass
of coke on my head and I had to have a bath."

   "Did he now?" Mrs Brownlow asks, sounding not quite pleased.

   She comes into the lounge where I'm pretending to watch TV and when I
turn guiltily towards her, she asks, "How did you manage to do that?"

   "I'm really sorry Mrs Brownlow," I stammer, "I guess I slipped on that
rug," I point, "and Annie was sitting there watching TV, and it just went
all over her."

   "Well these things happen." she says sympathetically, "Just be a little
more careful next time."

   "Oh I will." I say sincerely, "It took ages to clean up."

   "Well consider that your punishment." she chuckles, "What did you do
with her dirty clothes?"

   "I left them in the bathroom." I admit guiltily.

   "Just like a boy." she grumbles, "You should have put them in some water
to soak."

   "I'm sorry." I apologise, "I'll do that next time."

   "Next time?" she asks, eyebrow raised,

   "Uh, um..." I falter, as she chuckles.

   "I know what you mean." she says kindly, "I don't suppose there's any
harm done."

   "Mummy?" Annie asks, "Can Kris give me my bath every night?  He doesn't
pull my hair like you do."

   "I'm not sure that's such a-"

   "Please Mummy?" Annie interrupts, looking up at her mother beseechingly.

   "But Kris might not-"

   Annie interrupts again, "He doesn't mind.  Do you Kris?"

   "It's better than Tellytubbies." I grumble, trying to sound like a
twelve year old who's being put upon.

   Mrs Brownlow laughs at this, "Another two days and you'll think the
dentist's better than Tellytubbies.  Actually would you mind too much?  And
would it be too much to ask for you to look after her until seven too? 
It's just that I've got a chance to do some overtime and earn a little more
money."

   "I uh..." my head snaps around when I'm offered this opportunity to
extend our fucking time by two hours.

   Mrs Brownlow misinterprets my expression and hastens to say, "I'll pay
you an extra five dollars a day, and I won't tell your mother about it
either, so you can spend it any way you like." She chuckles at my widening
eyes.  "I thought that might make a difference.  So will you do it?"

   "Yeah O.K." I reply, trying to strike the right balance between
enthusiasm for the extra five bucks, and hard done by, for having to spend
another two hours a day with a Tellytubbie addict.

   "I tell you what." she says, "I know this is messing up your holidays,
so since tomorrow looks like rain, why don't you ask that friend of your's
who's got a little sister about Annie's age to come around and keep you
company.  He can bring his sister with him and she can keep Annie company
while you and your friend can do something more suited to your own age. 
I'll even get you a few nibbles and things."

   If she'd made the offer a few hours earlier, I would have been over the
moon about it, but the company would seriously screw up any chance of
fucking Annie the next day.  But it would only be a day or two, and I sort
of had the idea that Annie might be too sore the next day anyway, so I
agreed as enthusiastically as I could.

   "O.K.  well that's settled." Mrs Brownlow says, not noticing my slight
hesitation, "We'll see you in the morning." She reaches into her purse and
pulls out a five dollar note, "Here, consider it compensation for too much
Tellytubbies, get yourself a video or something."

   Maybe this wasn't going to be such a bad job after all.  I take the
steps in a single bound, and jog, whistling, up the street to the corner. I
might even manage to get a few kicks in before tea.