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Authors name: The White Rabbit (white_rabbit27@hotmail.com)
Story title : Jessica-Sitting

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Jessica-Sitting (Mf, rom, ped)
by The White Rabbit (white_rabbit27@hotmail.com)


Authors Note: This is a work of fiction. I have never 
had sex with a minor, and never intend to. It can be 
fun to fantasize about loving sex with a child; but the 
reality is abuse and exploitation, which destroys 
lives. Children are, without exception, beautiful and 
precious, and we must love and protect them.

***

I first met Jessica on the day her mother brought her 
back from the hospital.  I was given her to hold, and I 
gazed enchanted at the tiny thing, trying to hold her 
in the way I'd seen, to ensure I didn't hurt her. She 
settled in my arms, gurgled a little, and peed down my 
front. That's when I fell in love with her.

I was twenty-two, then, and single, but I was already 
successful enough to own a house, rather than a flat. I 
had ideas, at the time, of constant parties, filling 
the house with revels; but it never quite worked out 
like that, and I settled into a quiet life, enjoying 
the company of various friends and neighbours.

Claire and Andy were both of these, living next-door to 
me. Claire was already visibly pregnant when I moved 
in; but, by the time she showed me her little daughter, 
I was their best friend. So I watched Jessica grow from 
a baby to a toddler, from a toddler to a little girl. 
More than watched: I was an important part of her life. 
I was uncle, friend, and even big brother. She spent 
half her life, it seemed, in my house or my garden. 

Sometimes we were purely having fun together; but, at 
other times, she needed me. Claire and Andy are my 
friends, and I love them dearly; but I have to say that 
they weren't the world's best parents. I don't mean 
they were cruel, or neglectful in any malicious way.  
Indeed, Jessica was moderately spoilt, as far as things 
were concerned: she named it, she got it. But her 
parents were both busy people; and often they seemed to 
forget how things seem to a child. When a six-year-old 
wants to tell you that she's now read more books than 
anyone else in the class, she wants to tell you now: 
bedtime tomorrow just won't do. And, if an eight-year-
old is starring in a class play, she doesn't 
"understand" that Mummy and Daddy have got a lot on 
just now, and they'll make up to her for missing the 
show.  

Things like this happened with monotonous regularity 
through Jessica's childhood; and, so much of the time, 
I was the one she turned to instead. I heard about her 
triumphs and disappointments in class, before her 
parents did. I heard that she'd met her best friend in 
the whole wide world today. I came to watch her various 
sports successes (admittedly, as a freelance writer, I 
could arrange my time to suit myself; but I made the 
effort). She even confided in me that she and her best 
friend both had a crush on Mr. Davies, her teacher.  
Not that Jessica was a lonely child. She always had 
plenty of friends, and they played together in her 
house and her garden. I didn't join in much (they 
needed space to play away from adults) but I met most 
of them at one time or another. They all seemed 
extremely curious about me. 

At the time, I assumed it was just that none of them 
had anyone like me. Now, I wonder.  She was a lovely 
girl. By the time she was ten, her slim body was hard 
and athletic (she did gymnastics and ballet, and was 
above average at both), with solid muscles moving under 
silky baby skin. She had a deep tan that showed her 
parentage: Claire was black and Andy was white. Her 
face was oval, with a perky little chin and high 
cheekbones, and her brown, almond-shaped eyes bright 
and mischievous. She wore her black hair short, framing 
her face. 

That summer, when she'd begun to play in the garden 
with her top off, I'd detected a slight hint of a shape 
forming from her straight, child's body: a marginal 
flaring of the hips, a vague suggestion of swelling 
around the nipples on her flat chest. I reflected, with 
a regret, which surprised me that she wasn't going to 
be playing like this by next summer.

It was that summer that Claire and Andy asked me to 
look after Jessica for two weeks. I was happy to, of 
course; but I still felt annoyed on her behalf.  They 
had to go to America: admittedly it was only half a 
holiday, and they were combining it with business; but 
it was the school holidays, and it wouldn't half needed 
too much rearrangement to have their daughter with 
them. Before she realized they were leaving her, she 
was so excited about the trip, and it devastated her to 
learn that she wasn't going. 

They bought her lots of expensive presents, to make up 
for leaving her; but it wasn't the same.  Jessica's 
mood was strange, on the day that they left. Having 
already brought her things over for the week (though I 
had a key, so she could get anything she'd forgotten), 
we drove her parents to the airport, said goodbye, 
watched from the observation-point until their plane 
took off, had a meal in MacDonald's (Jessica hesitated, 
tempted by the toy in the kid's meal, but more tempted 
by a Big Mac and large fries), stopped off at a toy-
shop to buy two Star Wars figures (a goodie for her and 
a baddie for me) and finally got home about six in the 
evening. She'd been very quiet, sometimes looking as 
though she was on the verge of tears; but I also got 
the strange feeling that she was holding in some 
excitement. Maybe, I thought, however much more she'd 
rather be with her mum and dad, the prospect of 
spending a week living and sleeping in my house was 
enough of an adventure to be a consolation prize.

My instructions had been that Jessica's bedtime was 
eight-thirty; but I had no intention of sticking to 
that on the first night. There was no school; and I 
felt that she needed a bit of spoiling. So I suggested 
she should have a bath, then we could watch one of the 
videos I'd got out for her, gorge ourselves on popcorn 
and coke, and there'd still be time for her to watch 
Friends. It's usually too late for her, and her parents 
don't really think it suitable for a ten-year-old. 
Personally, I consider it exactly the kind of thing for 
a child to "get away" with watching, without coming to 
any appalling harm; so she sees my videos of it. But 
that's not the same as actually staying up to watch the 
real thing.

Jessica must have broken the world record for bathing. 
It seemed almost no time before she flew downstairs, 
dripping wet and clad only in a towel, to announce that 
she'd tickle me mercilessly if she didn't get popcorn 
that instant. Then she flung herself down, full-length, 
on the sofa, while I went to get the popcorn, then 
turned the film on.

"Where am I supposed to sit?" I demanded in mock-
concern.  She gave an exaggerated shrug, pulling a 
face; then she giggled. "On your bum," she suggested.

Honour demanded that she didn't get away with that, so 
I attacked her feet, tickling them mercilessly, till 
she screamed surrender. So I lifted her legs up, sat 
down and laid her feet on my lap. She giggled again, 
snuggled herself into position and started on her 
popcorn. Then the film began.  Jessica enjoyed most of 
the film; but, about two-thirds of the way through, it 
lagged a bit, before picking up for the end, and her 
attention wandered.  She'd already got through a large 
box of popcorn and a good deal from mine, as well as 
two glasses of coke; but she wanted another drink. By 
the time I'd poured it and come back to the sofa, she'd 
already draped herself in opposite direction, lying on 
the towel, rather than having it around her at all. She 
was lying there naked, apparently not even thinking 
about it.

In spite of myself, I couldn't help stealing a quick 
glance at her crotch. I hadn't seen Jessica completely 
naked since she was five, the last time I'd needed to 
help her in the bath when I baby-sat. Although I've 
never thought of myself as getting turned on by little 
girls, I'd come lately to think of her as being sexy, 
though only in a proud, pseudo-parental sort of way. So 
I couldn't resist checking out whether her little pussy 
had developed as gorgeously as the rest of her body.

It had, of course. Though there was no sign of any 
hair, it was no longer the fat, baby pussy it had been. 
The lips were slightly parted, as she lay with her legs 
apart, and I could detect, even from a few feet away, a 
slight, heady odour coming from it. I realized, 
suddenly embarrassed, that my cock had given a slight 
twitch. 

Sitting down quickly, afraid that the movement in my 
trousers would be visible, not even prepared to 
consider the implications of the reaction, I almost sat 
on Jessica's head. "Hey, watch out," she demanded, with 
purely automatic indignation. "Here, just a mo."

Wriggling, she got me sat down, and laid her head on my 
lap. "That's better," she announced, satisfied, 
snuggling her head right down onto my disobedient 
member, instantly causing it more discomfort. I held my 
breath, hoping she wouldn't notice. It wasn't the kind 
of thing I wanted to have to explain to her.

More to divert attention than anything, I commented, in 
mock outrage, "Why, Miss Jessie, you're in the nuddie."

"Stop it," she told me, pouting. I smiled: she always 
hates being called Jessie, though she knows I only do 
it to tease her. "Anyway," she added, "it's too hot for 
jim-jams. You must be roasted."

I had to admit, I was sweating, and some of it was the 
heat of the evening.  "You could take your shirt off, 
at least," she suggested; then giggled. "Or anything 
else you like."

"Jessica Kelly!" I said, pretending to be shocked to 
hide the fact that her last comment had just cranked my 
horniness up another notch. "OK," I conceded.  "This 
shirt has got to go. This sofa ain't big enough for it 
and me." She watched me carefully, as I pulled the tee-
shirt over my head. "You've got a lovely body, Steve," 
she commented, her voice a little huskier than usual. I 
almost freaked at that; till I reminded myself that 
this was a ten-year-old child saying these things. It 
was undoubtedly quite innocent.  "Why, thanks, 
Jessica," I said, trying to sound as natural as I 
could. "And you've got an absolutely gorgeous body."

She giggled; but it was sheer pleasure, not a trace of 
embarrassment. 

"Really?" she asked. "Is that why your willy's got 
bigger?" It's lucky I haven't got a weak heart, or I 
might have dropped dead on the spot. "What do you 
mean?" I asked weakly.

She shrugged, apparently unconcerned. "Your willy got 
bigger and harder," she said, "when you saw me in the 
nuddie. Sarah says that's what happens to a boy's willy 
when he fancies a girl."

I remembered Sarah: a plain girl with mousy hair, she 
was Jessica's current best-friend-in-the-whole-wide-
world-ever. Obviously a precocious child. At that 
precise moment, I'd have happily strangled her.

"Well, sometimes," I said, trying to improvise fast. 
"But other things do the same. Like... erm... the heat. 
That can do it, too. It's very hot tonight, isn't it?"

"Oh... Yes." I was surprised at how disappointed 
Jessica sounded. I supposed that it would have been a 
feather in her cap, if her body had been sexy enough to 
give an adult a hard-on. I felt mean taking that away 
from her, especially when it actually was true; but the 
alternative was a road I didn't feel willing to go 
down. Not then.

So she went back to watching the film and drinking her 
coke, an action she performed faultlessly, in spite of 
being horizontal. The boring bit of the film was coming 
to an end, and Jessica got caught up in it again, 
apparently forgetting completely what we'd just been 
discussing. I tried to do the same; but it wasn't so 
easy, with a gorgeous, naked girl draped across me, her 
head pushed against my already-erect cock. I was no 
longer trying to deny, to myself at least, that 
Jessica's naked little body was turning me on. At 
least, I thought, I knew that I cared too much about 
Jessica that there was any danger of giving in to the 
temptation to abuse her.

The video ended ten minutes before Friends was due to 
start, and Jessica rushed upstairs for the toilet. 
After all, she'd had three glasses of coke, by now, and 
she must have needed it. I sat quietly, trying to 
regain control of my body and think of strategies in 
case the same thing happened again; but, before I'd had 
time to do either, a streak of naked little girl came 
tearing down the stairs and straight onto my lap. With 
her knees on either side of me, she leant forward and 
kissed me smack on the mouth. She didn't exactly use 
her tongue; but it was a much wetter kiss than I'd have 
expected from her. Needless to say, it more than undid 
any progress I might have made.

"Jessica," I said, after she'd pulled her face away, 
"what was that for?" She looked at me with a half-
conscious, flirting cuteness. "Because I love you, 
Steve," she said simply.

I couldn't see any other course but to continue playing 
it as though nothing had occurred to me beyond what was 
proper. "Thank you, darling," I said calmly. "I love 
you too."

Jessica suddenly gave me that direct, serious look 
children reserve for having to explain things to an 
adult who might be capable of understanding, if treated 
carefully. "I know," she said, "but I don't just mean 
like we always have. I love you... sort of... like a 
boyfriend."

It felt as if my stomach had raced up to my mouth and 
I'd swallowed it again. 

"Do you mean," I ventured cautiously, "like you felt 
about Mr. Davies?" "No," she said, clearly trying to be 
patient, "that was just..." She hesitated, trying to 
think of what exactly it was, then gave up. "With you, 
it's real. I love you, Steve. And... and I think you're 
beautiful and sexy, too." Her face was only a few 
inches from mine. Her eyes were very wide and bright, 
her lips were wet and slightly parted, and her cheeks 
were very flushed. The observing part of my mind 
reflected that, if Jessica were twenty rather than ten, 
I'd need no more incentive: she was giving me a clear 
invitation to seduce her, and I'd have taken it. As it 
was, my cock had already voted to accept; but how could 
I take advantage of my friends' ten-year-old daughter? 

Jessica was watching me expectantly, her naked little 
body quivering nervously. "So are you, sweetheart," I 
told her, playing for time.  She leant slightly further 
forward. "Then why don't you kiss me?" I lost. Putting 
my arms around her, I drew her body against my bare 
torso, placed a hand behind her head to pull it gently 
to mine, and kissed her. The child slithered and flowed 
into the kiss, returning it passionately. I was very 
tempted to start probing with my tongue, but I 
resisted. Although our mouths were both open, and I was 
kissing the wet insides of her lips, it still stopped 
just short of being overtly sexual.

I'm not sure how long we kissed for. I was aware that 
Jessica was undulating her body, rubbing her chest 
against mine and blatantly rubbing her bare crotch over 
my stiff cock, only the material of my trousers and 
underpants preventing direct contact. I knew I should 
stop her doing it, but I was powerless. I found that I 
was caressing her, my hand wandering between her neck 
and the small of her back.

Then, without warning, she pulled away with a shout. 
Before I'd even had time to wonder what I'd done, she 
squealed, "It's starting," and squirmed herself around, 
in one movement, to sit with her back against my chest, 
her head nestled in my shoulder and her thighs apart so 
that her crotch still trapped my clothed cock. Glancing 
up at me accusingly, she commented, "It's not the heat 
doing that, is it?"

I shook my head, still feeling nervous, but a little 
more confident, after the kiss. "No," I said, "that's 
because you're such a gorgeous little sexpot." She 
giggled, then gave her attention to the screen. I 
wasn't sure, for a moment, how to react; but she 
absent-mindedly took hold of my hands and wrapped my 
arms around her, depositing one hand on a nipple, the 
other on a thigh. I obligingly caressed both, without 
allowing myself to wander beyond what she herself had 
initiated.

Jessica hardly moved till the commercials, when she 
suddenly unclasped my arms and jumped up. "Your 
trousers are rubbing me," she complained. "Why don't 
you take them off?"

In spite of what had already happened, this shocked me. 
"Jessica," I said, "I don't really think that's a good 
idea."

"Why not?" she asked, very directly. "You chicken?"

Once again, instincts short-circuited common-sense, and 
I found myself slipping my jeans down my legs. Jessica 
stood watching, her eyes rooted to my underpants 
(strangely shaped, now) and a delighted smile on her 
face. "And those," she instructed. "Then we'll both be 
in the nuddie." "No, that's not..." I began; but, 
before I could get further, Jessica had pounced, 
dragging my underpants down, screaming in delight when 
my fully-erect cock sprang from its confinement. Before 
I could react, she'd leapt back up and was kissing me 
as passionately as before, wriggling her body against 
mine; only this time it was my naked hard-on that was 
rubbing her crotch. Then the show started again, and 
she was back facing the TV as before, only now with the 
purple head of my cock sticking out from between her 
thighs. I couldn't find the will to resist.

When Friends had finally finished, Jessica gave a long 
sigh, stretched back against me, then turned to look up 
at me. "I like being rude with you," she said in a 
dreamy voice. "It's much better than with Sarah." That 
hit me like an express train. "Sarah?" I asked blankly. 
"What do you mean? What do you do with Sarah?"

It was only when I saw her face fall that, belatedly, I 
realized how accusing I'd sounded. "It's all right," I 
assured her quickly. "I don't mean there's anything 
wrong. But... Can you tell me what exactly you mean?" 
Several strands of thought were racing through my head. 
At one level, I was remembering plain little Sarah, and 
trying to relate the image to what Jessica was saying. 

If I understood correctly, and there was something 
sexual going on between them, surely Jessica could find 
someone prettier. But maybe that was less important, at 
ten years old, then friendship and trust.  The other 
thought, though, that occurred to me was to wonder 
whether it was Sarah who had initiated whatever had 
happened. What exactly was that, and how did the child 
know about it? Was she passing on the experience of 
abuse?  

But Jessica simply said, wide-eyed, "Well, Sarah said 
she'd seen her sister... um... rubbing herself... you 
know, between her legs. She thought she was on her own, 
but Sarah saw her. So we... er... decided to try it 
ourselves.  And it felt sooo good, Steve, you wouldn't 
believe it. So we did it whenever we were private 
together. Then, a couple of weeks ago, we were doing 
it, and I felt so good, and Sarah looked so excited, 
that I kissed her, and we had a cuddle while we were 
rubbing ourselves. Then... I don't know how it 
happened, really, Steve, but we started rubbing each 
other, instead, and it felt even better. So now, when 
we can, we get in the nuddie, cuddle up and rub each 
other." Her face lit up. "Steve, shall I show you what 
to do? I'm sure it would feel even better with you than 
with Sarah."

I'd no will to resist, and I simply nodded, unwilling 
to trust my voice. "Put your hand between my legs," 
said Jessica, in what must have been a fair impression 
of one of her teachers. "You'll find a sort of... um, 
gap between two, sort of, folds... Oh, yes, you've 
found it." Her voice staggered into a gasp, losing the 
mock-teacher expression. "Yes, rub your finger along 
just inside... Now, move it, sort of, up to the front, 
try and find a little knob...  Oooohhhh... Oh, Steve, 
that's heaven. Rub it gently... Yes... Yeeeessss..." 

Needless to say, I knew exactly how to rub a clit to 
give maximum turn on for the woman - or girl, in this 
case - but I did it in such a way that Jessica simply 
thought she was teaching me effectively and quickly. 
She got us lying together on the sofa, and I worked 
hard on her clit, remembering to keep one step behind 
her instructions. I "learnt" how to massage the little 
button, how to dip a fingertip just into the tiny cunt-
hole for lubrication (I didn't realize till I started 
just how wet my little girlfriend was); she even 
suggested I should play with her nipples with my free 
hand. They were tight and erect, on their little puffy 
nubs, and she moaned and writhed when I got to work on 
them. 

Eventually, Jessica was so far gone, groaning, panting, 
throwing herself around the sofa, that I realized I no 
longer needed to pretend to follow instructions. 
Indeed, what instructions were coming now were in the 
form of semi-articulate grunts, pleading with me to "do 
it more," and "make me get there." I assumed, from 
this, that she didn't know any of the terminology. Why 
should she? She and her little girlfriend had only been 
following the instinct for pleasure.

Finally, she began bucking and jerking spasmodically, 
giving out hoarse little yells in time with her 
movements. For a moment, I was worried about the noise; 
then I remembered that the only house actually 
adjoining mine was Jessica's own, which was empty. In 
any case, the sounds of pleasure coming from my house 
weren't completely unknown. There was nothing in 
Jessica's cries that marked them out as coming from a 
child.

I didn't let up my attentions until Jessica's orgasm 
had died down, and she was lying, bathed in sweat, 
cloudy, dazed eyes gazing at me, giving tiny gasps and 
moans of pleasure. I took her into my arms and began 
kissing all over her face, alternatively tender and 
playful. I nuzzled up to her ear, and whispered little 
endearments, telling her how much I loved her.

After a while, Jessica focused on me again, with a 
heartbreakingly beautiful mixture of adoration, shyness 
and desire. She gave me a lingering kiss on the lips, 
then moved a little away with a sigh. "That was 
lovely," she murmured.  "Better than Sarah's ever done 
it. I wish... I wish..." A dreamy look came over her 
face.

"What do you wish, sweetheart?" I asked softly.

"I wish I could do it for you, make you feel as good."

It was one of those moments of decision. I'd already 
done enough to go to jail, if I were caught; but, to my 
own conscience, if not to the law, I could at least 
point out that I'd done nothing except give Jessica 
pleasure. But here she was now, almost begging me to 
give her a way to return that pleasure. Even if I could 
have resisted the temptation (which I doubt) to have 
the sweetest, most beautiful little girl in the world 
attending to my cock, making me come, how could I 
resist that plea, her need to match what I'd given her?  
"You can, darling," I said cautiously. "But only if you 
really want to. 

Anything you don't think you'd like to do, you've got 
to say so, and not do it." She looked at me curiously, 
and I was worried, for a moment, that the warning had 
freaked her. But, after a slight hesitation, she simply 
nodded. "Now, I haven't got a lovely slit or button or 
hole like you have; but I've got this." Taking her 
hand, I put it to rest lightly on my cock.

"Your willy?" she asked, staring at me with her nose 
slightly wrinkled. I noticed, though, that she made no 
attempt to remove her hand.  I nodded. "Well, you know 
it gets excited by a beautiful, sexy girl, like you?" 
She nodded, slowly, looking as if she was beginning to 
understand. "Well, another thing that makes it excited 
is being rubbed. A bit like I rubbed your little 
button." She nodded gravely, but gave no other 
response. "I sometimes do that myself. Like you and 
Sarah did, before you found out you could share. But, 
just like you found, it can be even better if someone 
else does it. Especially if someone else is the most 
gorgeous little sexpot in the universe." That broke the 
spell, and made her giggle. "What am I supposed to do?" 
she asked. 

"I told you," I said quickly, "you aren't supposed to 
do anything. You only do it if you want to. But, if 
you're going to do, start stroking the shaft. Yes, like 
that."

Jessica learnt almost as quickly as I'd pretended to. 
Within minutes, she was teasing and flicking the knob, 
playing curiously with the little rim of foreskin 
around it, investigating the hole with pre-cum oozing 
out, running her fingernails up and down the underside 
and making me want to scream. I got her to use her 
spare hand on my balls, even to run her nails back to 
my arse-hole, although she balked at putting her finger 
in. That was, as she put it, too gross.

Still, it wasn't long before I knew I was ready to 
shoot my load. It was then I remembered, belatedly, 
that I hadn't warned her what would happen. I was too 
far gone to stop and have a conversation about it; but 
I managed to gasp out, "Darling... Something's going 
to... to come out of my... my willy. It's not pee, it's 
OK. Don't be scared."

"I'm not scared," she said absently, all her attention 
on my cock and the strange things that were happening 
to it. 

I never got time to reply. Feeling my balls fill and 
tighten, I gave a long, drawn-out groan and pulled 
Jessica to me, kissing her hard, as I shot out spasm 
after spasm of cum over her hands and any part of her 
body that got in the way.  For an instant, she 
stiffened in shocked surprise, before she gave a little 
giggle of delight, and kept milking my cock, until it 
was long empty and she was starting to rub it raw. 
Gently removing her hand, I took her in my arms, as I 
had after her own orgasm, telling softly how much I 
loved her.  I'm not sure how long we lay like that; but 
I eventually realized that her breathing had become 
quiet and even, with a slight hint of a snore in it.  

Standing up carefully, so as not to wake her, I gently 
lifted Jessica up in my arms and carried her upstairs. 
For a moment, I considered taking her to my bed; but I 
wasn't sure how she'd react to that, when she woke up. 
Instead, I deposited her in the spare room, where she'd 
expected to be sleeping. She had quite a bit of my cum 
over her, so I got a flannel from the bathroom and 
wiped her clean, taking care not to disturb her. Then I 
pulled the duvet over her beautiful, slim body, and 
gave her the lightest kiss I could on the forehead.  
Without fully rousing, she gave a contented sigh and 
snuggled deeper under the covers. I left the room, 
turning off the light.


Jessica was unusually quiet at breakfast, hardly 
speaking except to answer me in little more than grunts 
and not meeting my eyes. I was terrified, at first, 
wondering if she was angry about what had happened last 
night, even frightened of me. It was only gradually 
that I realized she was actually shy and uncertain, no 
doubt with the same fears about me as I had about her. 
Once I'd realized that, I began to chat as naturally as 
I could, making a few passing comments about how 
wonderful last night had been; and, sure enough, I was 
rewarded at last as she relaxed and began to behave 
more normally. 

Eventually, when she'd finished her breakfast, she 
leant over to give me a brief, delicious kiss on the 
lips. "I love you," she murmured, then turned and fled 
upstairs.  When she came down again, I asked her what 
she wanted to do that day. Part of me was hoping that 
she'd ask straight away for more sex (or however she 
might put that); but I was fundamentally relieved when 
she asked to go swimming, then have a picnic. I 
wouldn't have wanted sex to have replaced our usual 
friendship.

This being the school holidays, the pool was seething 
with children; and it caused me an unexpected problem. 
A week ago, I'd have maybe eyed up one or two 
attractive women, perhaps been vaguely aware if the 
mid-teen girls had bouncing tits and cute arses. But, 
as if Jessica had opened the floodgates, I now found 
myself surrounded by sexy little girls, the tight, wet 
fabric of their costumes stretched erotically over 
their little nubs and between their legs. There was no 
danger of me doing anything to get caught; but it 
worried me a bit when I found myself surreptitiously 
ogling a little blonde heartbreaker who couldn't have 
been older than three. Had I suddenly, overnight, 
turned into an incurable pedophile?

Jessica spent a little while trying to do some 
"serious" swimming (she's as good at swimming as at 
most activities), but eventually gave up, after 
innumerable collisions, and we played together for a 
while. It wasn't so very different from how we'd have 
played before; but she teased and flirted a bit and, 
between her and all the other little beauties, I was 
scared that my interest would be too obvious in my 
trunks. But, if anyone noticed, they gave no sign.

No-one, that is, except my little darling; and it 
wasn't until we'd driven out into a place I knew in the 
woods, and had our blanket on the ground and our picnic 
hamper open, that Jessica suddenly asked, "Did I look 
that sexy in my swimsuit, then?"

"What sexy?" I asked, partly from shyness, partly to 
tease her. I knew what she was talking about.

She tossed her head. "Your willy was even bigger than 
last night," she pointed out. "Was that all for me, or 
did you fancy someone else there?" "You're the only one 
I want," I assured her quickly; and I saw satisfaction 
on her face. I felt a little guilty, since I had been 
turned on by the other kids as well; but it was true 
that I didn't want any of them.  Then her face turned 
suddenly serious, and she gazed hard at me. "Steve," 
she said. "You know last night? When I showed you what 
to do?" "Uh-huh."

"You knew, really, didn't you?"

I only hesitated the barest instant, before deciding 
that Jessica deserved honesty from me. I nodded. "Yes. 
But I thought it would be more fun, if we did it like 
that. Playing a game."

She nodded slowly, and I realized, with relief, that 
she wasn't cross with me. "Is that what you do with 
your girlfriends?" she asked. I'd always discussed my 
love-life with Jessica, though not in that sort of 
detail. Her advice had often been valuable. "I always 
thought you just kissed." "Well... yes. Among other 
things."

Her face lit up. "Other things? Can we do them, too?" I 
hesitated. The mere thought of fucking Jessica had made 
my cock suddenly rear up; but I suspected I shouldn't. 
Then again, I shouldn't have rubbed her pussy. I 
shouldn't have got her to jerk me off. I shouldn't have 
cum all over her. But Jessica had loved it all, and I 
couldn't see that the experience had harmed her. 
Maybe...

"Well... we'll see," I told her cautiously. "But only 
if you're sure you want to. You can tell me stop, if 
you don't like anything."

She nodded gravely. "Then I'll have something to tell 
Sarah about," she commented.

My heart flip-flopped. "No," I said; and immediately 
regretted my tone, as I saw shock on her face. "I'm 
sorry, darling," I said gently, reaching out to stroke 
her face. "I didn't mean to frighten you. It's just 
that I could get into a lot of trouble, if anyone found 
out what we're doing." She thought about that a moment. 
"But I told you about Sarah," she pointed out, "and her 
mum would probably ground her, if she found out. It's 
only fair."

"But I'd be in trouble with the law, darling," I 
explained. "They'd put me in prison."

The shock on her face was almost frightening. "Why?" 
she demanded after a moment.

I took a deep breath, knowing that I had to get this 
exactly right. On the one hand, I needed Jessica to 
understand why she had to keep this a secret. As far as 
I could see, the only alternative would have been to 
threaten her; and I'd rather take my chances than 
resort to that. On the other hand, though, I didn't 
want to plant any seed of doubt that might lead her to 
think that we were doing wrong. That I was abusing her.

"You see," I began slowly, "one of the things the law 
tries to do is to protect children. There are a lot of 
grown-ups out there who try to do things to children 
that hurt them, or upset them. If anyone does sexy 
things to someone else when they don't want it, that 
can be very distressing." She looked at me doubtfully. 
"Is that what rape is?" she asked. I nodded. 

"But what's that got to do with us?"

"The law doesn't know every child it tries to protect," 
I told her. "It tends to assume that all children are 
rather weak and don't know what they want. A lot are, 
and the law has to stop grown-ups from taking advantage 
of them. But the people who make the laws don't know 
how wonderful and sensible and grown-up Jessica Kelly 
is, and how she knows exactly what she wants. So, even 
though what we're doing is loving and beautiful, 
they... think they have to play it safe, and try to 
protect you."

She was staring at me open-mouthed. "You mean, they'd 
think you were raping me? But you're not. I could tell 
them that."

"They wouldn't believe you," I told her gently. "They'd 
think you were just saying what I'd told you to say." 
She was chewing her lower lip, looking as if she was 
going to cry. "Jessica, I'm not telling you this to 
upset you. You and I both know that we're in love, and 
that's all that matters. I'm just trying to explain why 
no-one else must know. Will you promise me that?" 
Hanging her head, she nodded slowly. It looked half-
hearted; but I knew her well enough to realize that the 
reverse was true: it was all going very deeply into 
her. Feeling able to relax a bit, I conceded, "I 
understand what you mean about Sarah, though.  Maybe 
it's not fair, when I know about her but she doesn't 
know about me. I'll have to think about it. But will 
you promise not to tell her until I say it's all 
right?"

Jessica looked up, and there were tears in her eyes. 
"Of course I promise, Steve. I'd rather die than do 
anything to hurt you."

That was more than I could resist. I drew her into my 
arms, and began kissing her: first her lips, then 
planting kisses all over her face, until it creased up 
and she began to wriggle and giggle. Only then, I 
returned to her mouth and began a long, slow, wet kiss. 
She returned it passionately, in fierce, sensual bursts 
and seductive interludes of surrender to my invasion. 
After a while, I pushed the tip of my tongue between 
her half-open teeth, provoking a muffled squeal, 
followed a second later by a renewed assault of ten-
year-old passion. As soon as I withdrew my tongue, the 
child pushed hers into my mouth, exploring me 
sensuously.

We broke off the kiss at last, more for lack of oxygen 
than anything, and knelt there holding each other 
tightly. "I love you, Jessica," I whispered in her ear. 
At that, she pulled a little away from me, looking at 
me seriously. For a moment, I thought I'd done 
something wrong; but, swiftly and without a word, she 
pulled the tee-shirt over her head, pulled down shorts 
and knickers in one and wriggled out of them. "Now 
you," she begged hoarsely.  I hesitated a moment, 
looking around. This was a little-frequented part of 
the forest anyway, and I'd managed to find a small 
clearing shielded from view of the path. I wasn't 
absolutely certain that no-one would come this way; but 
it seemed unlikely. My brain said, still not 
impossible. My cock, straining inside my clothes, said, 
too unlikely to matter. My brain said, is it really 
worth the risk? I looked at Jessica's delicious little 
body; and my cock said, yes. I undressed, almost as 
quickly as she had.

She lay back on the blanket, her legs apart, watching 
me expectantly. It clearly hadn't occurred to her that 
the protocols of sex-play might involve her sometimes 
pleasing me first; but I had no objection to this. 
Jessica would have a lifetime to learn about equality 
in lovemaking. At ten, she deserved to be pampered.

In any case, I think I'd have shot my load on the spot, 
if she'd rubbed my cock just then. So I lay at right 
angles to her, resting my head on her belly, and began 
tickling her crotch. As I expected, she started 
giggling. I'd already got used to that special giggle 
of hers: lewd and dirty, yet somehow still totally 
innocent. Turning my face up towards hers, I made a 
comic face and gave one of her nipples a big lick. She 
simply took this as playing about, which was the idea: 
for what I had in mind, I wanted her to get used to me 
using my tongue.

"Rub my button," she pleaded. I raised an eyebrow. 
"Please?" she added, very exaggeratedly. So I let my 
finger play up into her pussy, and find that delectable 
little clit I'd got to know last night. Meantime, I let 
my mouth go to work on her nipples, giving them little 
playful sucks and nips. After a few moments of writhing 
and gasping with pleasure, she put one hand gently on 
the back of my head, stroking my hair and giving little 
pushes to encourage what I was doing. So I began 
sucking her nipples harder, moving from one to the 
other, and was rewarded with jerks of her little body 
and staccato moans.  Before she could reach orgasm, I 
lifted my head from her tits and smiled up at her. She 
gave a groan, "Oh, no, don't stop, please..." "You like 
my mouth?" I asked softly. Her answer was incoherent, 
but definitely in the affirmative. "Well," I said, "try 
it like this." And I started kissing down her body, 
giving a big, dog-like lick to her belly-button, then 
moving towards her crotch.

"No," she slurred, as she realized where I was heading, 
"you can't... not down there... you can't... not where 
I do a wee... no... oooooohhhhh..." That last marked 
the moment my tongue flicked her clitty, as well as the 
end of anything coherent she said for a while. I 
tongued the child's little knob a few more times, 
licked along her slit, then returned to flick, 
snakelike, over that button. She tasted heavenly, light 
and sweet, with only the slightest traces of chlorine 
from the swimming-pool. I gathered that she'd showered 
before she dressed again.

I licked my darling's tight little pussy, half-drunk on 
its honey, while she bucked about, moaning and crying. 
I parted her lips with my fingers, rubbing them, moving 
one finger down to her puckered arse-hole. Remembering 
her reluctance to play with mine last night, I resisted 
the temptation to push the finger in; but I played with 
the hole, and the extra reactions I got told me that 
she'd be thinking seriously, in the future, about the 
arse as a source of pleasure.

Finally, the whole of Jessica's lower body began to 
spasm, and I heard her pussy making little slurping, 
sucking noises, as more of her sweet juices wept out. 
She arched up, lifting her torso right off the ground, 
balancing only on her shoulders and feet. I could hear 
her moaning, over and over, "Yes, yes, yes, yes..." 
Then she went into convulsions. I couldn't keep my 
tongue on her clit; but it didn't seem to matter, her 
orgasm was triggered and it seemed to keep going on its 
own momentum.

Then her body collapsed to the ground. She was 
trembling all over; and, when I moved up to take her in 
my arms, I realized she was crying. It sent a stab of 
pain into my heart. "What's the matter, darling?" I 
asked, between kissing her face. "Did I hurt you? I'm 
sorry."

Turning her face up, she kissed me between sobs. "Oh 
no, Steve, you don't have to... It was so beautiful, I 
can't bear it. I've never felt anything so wonderful in 
my life, Steve, and it's over. Just hold me very, very 
tight. Tell me you love me, please."

"I love you, Jessica, I love you, darling," I told her, 
over and over, as I pulled her fiercely against me, 
holding her tightly, until she'd stopped crying.  Then 
I kissed lightly all around her eyes, and licked a tear 
from her bright red cheeks. She gave something between 
a sob and a giggle. "Oh, I love so much, Steve. So 
much, it hurts."

We lay quietly for a while, caressing each other; and, 
at last, Jessica's hand reached my still-erect cock. 
She giggled. "Your willy's still excited, Steve," she 
commented. "Do you want me to rub it? Or... are there 
any other things we could try?"

"What do you mean?" I asked carefully, not wanting to 
push her into anything she wasn't ready for.

"Well..." She hesitated. "We did all the woman's egg 
and man's seed stuff at school. I know they have to 
meet up in the woman's tummy; but no-one explained how 
the seed gets there. I think... The pussy seems the 
best way in; and I think what came out of your willy 
last night might have something to do with the seed." 
She looked at me for encouragement; but I deliberately 
remained noncommittal, although my heart was pounding. 
"So... The stuff came out when I rubbed your willy. If 
you put it in my pussy, like your finger, that would 
rub it too. And it would be good for me, too." She 
looked up at me. "Is that one of the things you do with 
your girlfriends?"

I nodded. "It is. It's called fucking, and it's the 
best thing of all. But it's something you only do if 
you're really sure you want to." "I'm sure," she said; 
but she didn't sound totally confident. "Will it fit?"

I glanced down at my straining cock. I've never had any 
reason to be ashamed of my erection; but, for the first 
time, I felt grateful that it was nothing spectacular. 
"It certainly fits in a grown-up pussy," I assured her 
cautiously.  "It should fit in yours; but it might hurt 
a little."

Her face crumpled abruptly, lips pouting, mouth turned 
down, eyes threatening to overflow again. "Do you mean, 
that thing where it hurts like hell and bleeds?" she 
asked tremulously.

For a moment, I couldn't believe what she was saying. 
"What do you mean?" I demanded.

"Well, last week Sarah and I were... you know, having 
fun, and something made us jump, and Sarah had her 
finger in my pussy, and... Like I say, it hurt and 
bled."

My reaction was complex. Mostly, I was relieved that I 
wouldn't need to hurt my darling. But also... There's 
an odd kind of primal need in a man to take a girl's 
virginity; and I was almost disappointed that I'd been 
beaten to it by a ten-year-old's finger.

But I didn't let Jessica see any of this. Instead, I 
smiled reassuringly.  "That's OK," I said. "It only 
happens the first time; so you'll never have that 
again. It would stretch your pussy, and that might hurt 
a bit, though." She thought for a moment. "I want to do 
it, though," she said at last. "How do we do it?"

I thought a moment. My head was whirling at the thought 
that I was going to fuck a ten-year-old girl, who was 
as close to me as a daughter. Now that it came to it, 
now Jessica was actually asking me to do it to her, I 
actually felt a bit scared, and reluctant to proceed. 
But I shook that off, and thought about the problem. I 
needed a position where she felt comfortable and in 
control. "Let me lie on my back," I suggested. "Yes, 
like that. Now you kneel up, with your legs either side 
of me."

"Like this?" she asked, doing as I said, her crotch 
resting lightly on my belly.

"That's great... Just slide back a bit, and lift your 
bum up. That's right.  Now, just get that gorgeous 
little pussy resting against the head of my cock...  my 
willy, that is. Oh, yes, sweetheart, like that." The 
swollen head of my stiff cock had nudged just between 
her soaking cunt-lips, and I could feel her juices 
bathing it. "Now, angel, I've chosen this position so 
that you'll be in control.  Use the force of gravity to 
help push it in..." I winked. "I take it you learnt 
about gravity at school, too?" She giggled and nodded. 
"Go at your own pace," I told her, "and stop for a bit 
if it starts hurting."

Jessica nodded, then pushed down a bit, experimentally, 
squealing as my dick came into contact with the 
entrance to her tiny hole. Taking a deep breath, she 
settled down a bit harder, forcing the soft, tight 
flesh to stretch around the foreign object. Very, very 
slowly, with long rests in between, she pushed herself 
down, not so much forcing my cock into her as forcing 
her sweet, wet cunt-flesh around my erection.

Finally, after what seemed a long time, I felt the tip 
nudge against her cervix. "Stop there, sweetheart," I 
told her softly. "You might hurt yourself, if you go in 
any further."

She nodded, but looked crestfallen. She was breathing 
in gasps, her face was bright red and her eyes were 
watering, though I was satisfied that these weren't 
tears. "I wanted to get it right in," she said.

I glanced down my body: an inch or two still showed at 
the base. "There isn't room for all of it," I said. 
"You've done brilliantly to get that much in. I'm proud 
of you, darling." Her face lit up in that smile that 
had always made life worthwhile; though it had never 
been for anything as intimate as this. "Come here and 
cuddle me," I invited, holding out my arms; and she let 
her little torso fall forward on top of me, resting her 
face on my chest, as I caressed her and kissed the top 
of her head.

After a while, I whispered, "Ready for the next bit?" I 
felt Jessica nod, though she didn't look up; so I slid 
one hand down to her arse, stroking it for a moment, 
before I began pushing it down, humping myself back and 
forth to meet her. If it had felt good before, my prick 
squeezed tightly by the velvety walls trying to close 
up, that was nothing to the wet friction as I stroked 
in and out of Jessica's tiny cunt-hole.

She was gasping and writhing, making rhythmical noises 
that sounded more like an animal than anything. When I 
worked a finger a little way into her arse-hole, she 
gave a low, bestial growl. For a moment, I thought she 
was upset; then she started humping back and forth, 
between the cock in her cunt and the finger in her 
arse. 

At last, she began to moan more urgently, and her tight 
cunt-walls went into spasms, making obscenely beautiful 
slurping sounds around the cock filling it.  Her arse 
clenched firmly on my finger, and she gave a drawn-out 
wail as her whole body convulsed. It was all my aching 
balls needed, and I shot half-a-dozen spurts of cum 
deep into her immature womb.

After what seemed the longest orgasm I'd ever 
witnessed, Jessica collapsed on top of me like a rag-
doll, drenched in sweat. Scarcely in a better state 
myself, I held her hot, trembling little body, until 
we'd both got our breath back. My cock had gone down a 
little, so I pulled her gently upwards towards my face. 
She gave a little cry when it plopped out, though I 
couldn't tell whether from pain or disappointment. I 
carefully extracted the finger from her arse-hole, too; 
then I drew Jessica to me, kissing her lips gently and 
tenderly. After a while, she began to kiss me back, her 
little tongue-tip playing and flirting between my 
teeth.

At last, she drew away from me and knelt up, thighs 
still stride me. "I'm hungry," she said. "I hope you 
made ham and pickle sarnies." I couldn't help laughing. 
Her was my cute little ten-year-old girl, sweating and 
flushed from the fucking she'd just taken, my cum and 
her juices dribbling out from between her cunt-lips, 
eyes smoldering with lust; and she was acting just as 
she always had on picnics, wanting to stuff her face. I 
realized then, fully, what had happened. Jessica had 
become my lover; but I hadn't lost the friend I'd 
played with for the last ten years. I had the best of 
both worlds now.

"Course I did," I told her, still laughing. "But I'll 
fight you for the sausage-rolls."

She leapt off me, squealing with laughter; but she 
stopped abruptly, and looked back at me, her eyes soft 
and misty. "It's only a game," she whispered.  "I'd 
share anything with you, Steve."

"Even ham and pickle sarnies?" I teased her.

"Even ham and pickle sarnies," she said. "I love you, 
Steve." "I love you, too, Jessica," I said. I knew that 
was true. Like I say, I fell in love with her at first 
sight. "Bet I beat you to the coke, though." And we 
both dived, shrieking with laughter, for the picnic 
hamper.

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