The Opportunity (pt. 2)
                                by Donny Brooks

"Not there Dummy, kiss it here!"
He smiled surreptitiously, his lips on her tender inner thigh. He 

knew what and where she wanted him to kiss. He glanced 

again at the green display of the clock radio, still plenty of 

time. Her little hand was pressed to her lower abdomen, her 

middle finger extended down to the top of her pretty, tiny 

pussy slit. He saw her knuckle whiten briefly as she applied 

pressure and released it. His sly smile returned, she was 

stimulating herself, diddling her tiny clitoris. That was 

always a good sign. He took a moment to admire the ideal 

beauty of her body, the tanned legs and belly, her muscular 

skinny frame, her sweet little dots of nipples riding on a 

cushion of baby fat. He stuck his tongue out, rudely, for her 

viewing benefit, his eyes on the prize. He licked her wetly on 

her thigh, licking up to the soft, tender spot where her leg 

transitioned into her ass. His saliva was overflowing. So was 

his cock. Anticipation. He'd been anticipating this 

for-freaking-ever. His eyes remained locked on the child's 

pussy slit, slightly spread by her obscene position, the 

shockingly white skin surrounding darkening to a tasty light 

red, her pussy lips were beautiful. To him, anyways. 

Immature, no sign of inner lips, just the indentation within the 

parentheses shaped skin denoting where her vaginal opening 

was hiding. His nostrils widened, searching to gather and 

savor her scent, he pushed her left leg, upon which his tongue 

was traveling slowly upwards along, wider, her foot drawing 

up towards her ass and her knee bending a little. His right 

hand slid beneath her thigh, palm up, he wedged it under her 

little ass as he marveled at her perfection. Her perfect skin, the 

curve of her butt, the contrast of the tanned and white skin.
"No, up here. Kiss it up here!"
She was getting impatient. But he had at least an hour here 

alone with her. He wanted to take his time. He caught the scent 

of her young, hairless snatch. A little sweet, slightly pissy and 

tangy. He wondered if it was getting moist there. The thumb 

of his right hand caressed that tender spot below the sharply 

outlined tendon at the junction of her leg to her pussy and ass. 

Gently, he drew her ass cheek wider, catching a peek at the 

dark, puckered skin of her anus. Her hand reached down and 

gripped his hair, attempting to pull him up to her center.
"C'mon...up here."
He raised his head, removing his tongue from her thigh.
"Where? Show me where you want me to kiss you."
He wanted to see how eager and willing this little honey was. 

She sighed in exasperation, pointing right at her pussy crack.
"On my privates. Right here."
She touched herself on the top of her mound. His left hand 

came up and gently spread her right leg out, her pussy parted, 

the little lips pulling apart. He placed his lips on the top of her 

mound, her scent now driving him wild. His fervor increased 

dramatically. Slow. Careful. Don't ruin it now. He winced as 

he stopped his ejaculation. He wanted to bury his tongue in her 

sweet little pussy, tongue fuck her with his finger buried to the 

hilt in her asshole and his nose banging off her clit.
"Here?"
He kissed her, lips closed, rather chastely, on the crest of her 

mound.
"Like that?"
She grunted in frustration, he kept his closed lips close to her 

skin and was gratified to see her raise her hips to bring her up 

to him. She wants the contact! He marveled, delightedly, at 

that fact.
"No, like you were kissing my leg."
"With my tongue out?"
He wanted to sound a little shocked at the request. He glanced 

up to her face. She nodded at him, her neck bent, holding her 

head up off the mattress. He dropped his mouth to her, his 

tongue sliding slightly out and touching her, the very top of 

her slit. He ran it down, then back up, minimal contact or 

pressure. To gauge her reaction. He almost came in his swim 

trunks and barely fought off the inclination to roughly open 

her labia with his tongue and ravage the pretty second-grader. 

The reaction was all he hoped for. She exhaled deeply at his 

initial foray, then sucked in her breath and arched her back off 

the mattress, shoving her sweet little snatch at him. Trying to 

maximize the contact. He was satisfied, in his own mind, this 

little foxy bitch wants it. She really wants it. His hands slid up 

under his chin, gripping her beneath her thighs, his thumbs 

sliding down to her ass cheeks where the two halves met. He 

forced her legs to widen, her knees bending and lowered his face 

to her. His tongue extended way out, contacting her pussy lips 

and parting them, his fingers splayed out on her and drew her 

skin apart. Still relatively gentle, he lapped at her, his saliva 

poured onto her, further moistening her sweet center. His 

tongue contacted the hard little pebble of her clitoris and he 

gleefully swiped at it, up and down, side to side, momentarily. 

She gasped, then was straining to force herself onto his 

questing tongue. He licked lower, slowly again, his thumbs 

rose up to spread her at her pussy and he dove himself deeply 

into her vagina. His tongue darted back into his mouth, 

gathering yet more saliva. Drool, really. It was overflowing 

and running down his chin. Her taste was so sexy, subtle but 

definitely aroused. He stabbed himself back into her, the slick 

muscle probingher little pussy hole. It was so tiny. He couldn't 

force it into her tight little hole if he wanted. Oh, he wanted. 

Her body lay open to him now, her head back on the bed, her 

arms were thrown back and outward, her head twisting a little, 

cocked to his left. She was taking deep, shuddering breaths, 

exhaling in funny little squeaks. He rose from her tight hole, 

spreading her open a little more and investigated her sensitive 

button. It had engorged at the stimulation, the hood 

withdrawn, the hard pebble within peeking out. Coming out to 

play. He manipulated it with the hard tip of his tongue as she 

began humping up at him. In a frenzy, almost. Even engorged 

her clit was still tiny, he placed his mouth over her entire sex, 

his upper lips gnawing gently, his tongue traversing her slit 

as she frantically pressed herself to him, her ass off the bed. He 

was more turned on than he could ever remember. He stared at 

her flat belly, the muscles rippling as she humped up at his 

mouth. He was locked to her, sucking her sweet juices out, his 

lips opening and closing a little as he french-kissed her 

hairless, smooth sweet pussy. Damn, she tasted so good. He 

could do this for hours and she was reacting to it better than he 

had even dreamed of. He got a mental image of what they must 

look like, on his bed together, his face buried in her snatch, her 

thighs locked to his ears. Humping up at him like the little slut 

she obviously was. He concentrated on her rythym, her 

panting breaths. Her pleasure. He wondered if she would 

climax. Can this little bitch cum yet? He hoped so, more than 

anything. A seven-year old orgasming was beyond his wildest 

fantasies. I'm going to finger-fuck her, get her off. He pulled 

away from her slightly. For a better look at her pussy. The 

sight almost sent him over the edge but again he suppressed it. 

His cock HURT. It was so hard and wet, spewing the slick fluid 

and soaking his trunks.
"Do you like that, Lulubelle?"
His voice was raspy, briefly he registered the pain where his 

tongue had tried to tear itself off the floor of his mouth and 

fuck her little pussy. She moaned unintelligibly, her knees 

bending, her hands gripping his top-sheet, trying to pull 

herself to his mouth again. He pursed his lips and blew a 

column of air into her pussy, up her slit to her sensitive spot. 

She moaned again, her head thrashing, his hands were holding 

her back from clamping herself back to him. Like a gas mask. 

His thumbs came up and rubbed her, the vaginal opening, the 

hard bump at the top.
"Do ya? Tell me if you do. Or I'll stop, right now."
He wanted to hear her say it aloud. Her body already was 

screaming, 'YES'. He continued the firm rubbing, his thumb 

on her clitty. He brought his left index finger to her inflamed 

opening, poking at it. Exploring. He watched in fascination as 

it dilated, welcoming the slick invader. She groaned.
"Tell me, baby. Do you like what I'm doing to you?"
 His finger slid into her, he began sliding it in and out, not 

deep, to the mid knuckle. He watched in lust. She groaned 

again, he was amazed at the strength she was demonstrating 

as she desperately tried to press herself up to him.
"Okay, I'm gonna stop, LuLu."
He was bluffing, his eyes locked on the sight of his finger 

sliding in and out of her, his thumb diddling her clit. He 

looked so big contrasted with her small body. Her pussy was 

drenched. With his saliva, for sure. He hoped some of it was her 

own juices. The sound of his finger fucking her tight little hole 

squelched. In and out, in and out. She had given up fighting 

his strength and was now wiggling herself back and forth. He 

began timing her rythym, his thumb rubbed across her little 

button in the opposite direction, timed to her moves. He 

watched in wonder.
"Do you WANT me to stop, Lu?"
His voice was marginally better, stronger now. She shook her 

head, flopping it from side to side. He saw the sheen of her 

sweat, her hair plastered, to her forehead, her cheeks. He noted 

the rapid rise and fall of her chest, her breath was whistling in 

and out, her wiggling grew even more pronounced. He forced 

his finger deeper, held it inside her tight sheath, began 

wiggling it up and down. She can't talk. Not right now. In the 

middle of fucking my finger. He drew his thumb away, slid up 

her tight, flat belly to her chest. He swirled her little right 

nipple, then rested his finger upon it. It was a hard little bead, 

completely stimulated. He gripped it and pulled. Gently.
"Ooh, look. LuLu likes her titties rubbed too."
She nodded her head wildly now, then resumed her thrashing 

about. He craned forward, above his embedded finger, tongue 

extended to her clit. She jumped upward with a gasp, he tasted 

blood in his mouth, surprised by her sudden strength and 

motion. He grabbed her little pebble in his lips and gnawed on 

it, desperately trying to maintain contact with her writhing 

form. He flipped his hand over, his finger curled up into her 

and he grabbed the ridge of the mound at the top and pulled it 

forcefully to him, stabbing his tongue rapidly on and off her 

button. He was losing himself in lust again. He wasn't alone, 

either. Suddenly she froze, her back painfully arched, pressing 

the top of her pussy into his mouth, forcing his finger into her 

tight, sweet pussy. He heard her sharp inhalation, she held 

that, too. Frozen in time, for a brief instant, one he was 

intimately familiar with. He suddenly erupted, great spasms of 

semen jetting out of his cock, trapped as it was beneath him on 

the bed. He felt the rippling contractions of the child as she 

climaxed, frozen in wonder at the overwhelming sensations, 

the pure physical pleasure that he had elicited from within her. 

Her mouth was open, a rictus of almost pain on her face as the 

waves of orgasm swept through her. She remained in that 

frozen, pressed upward to him position but he felt the rippling, 

shuddering waves on his finger, buried in her vagina, 

alternately gripping and releasing him. With a great, 

trembling outrush she exhaled, with a little whistling moan 

she drew in another, relaxing her frame, slumping to the bed, 

becoming limp. He pulled himself out of her, one last little 

squelch, got his hands underneath himself and levered up and 

away from her. She lay limply, her legs quite obscenely spread, 

her genitals very red and shining slickly with their juices. He 

went to the adjoining bathroon and grabbed some baby wipes, 

returning to gently clean her genitals as she lay there, her 

breathing slowing. The sweat drying in the breeze of the 

ceiling fan. Now he was frightened. Was it too much for her? 

Will she hate me for what I've done to her? Shame bubbled up 

in him, self-loathing followed this act more than masturbation. 

He turned away, tears suddenly brimming in his eyes. He was 

sorry. For everything. For her. Defiled, innocence betrayed. For 

himself. His inability to change his perverted, evil desires for 

little girls. He was convinced he had hurt her, that she would 

hate him now. That this would NOT remain a secret, he would 

undoubtedly be arrested when she told on him. He picked up 

her swimsuit, turning it right side out automatically. He 

couldn't bring himself to look at her, he heard her as she sat 

up, clambered off his bed. he reached for her garment and he 

glanced at her. Her just been finger fucked look. She looked 

fine. Happy. She smiled up at him, taking the suit.
"That was the bestest ever...I wanna do THAT a lot!"