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 Copyright 1996 Dastardly Dave.

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   This is a work of fiction containing sexual acts of fantasy between
fictitious characters from another planet who are aged in zorkon-years
(similar to dog-years).  Their actual age in human-years would be about 46,
average.











   Sweet Marie...  by Dastardly Dave



   Sitting in my office on the third floor of my old house, I contentedly
looked out over my domain.  Having received nice royalties from a recent
book, I had purchased the house and five acres from the estate of an old
antique collector.  The third floor was actually a round room about 20 feet
in diameter sitting at one end of the house like a tower.

   It took a lot of work and money to get it like I wanted it, but not as
much as I thought it would.  The toughest part was having suntint windows
installed on my chosen office in the "tower".  It cut down on the heat from
the summer sun and also prevented anyone outside from seeing me.  I did not
want to shock the conservative neighborhood by it being revealed I write in
the nude.

   I had walked around the boundaries as best I could and had noticed that
the old stone wall had collapsed in places.  I didn't worry about it much
since I had good security on the house and outbuildings themselves.  There
were, however, many parts of the estate I had never traversed due to
undergrowth.

   The morning my adventure with Sweet Marie began, I was sitting in my
office contemplating (procrastinating, actually) the start of a new book.
Something was puzzling me.  I had stepped off the hallway on the second
floor, then the rooms.  It seemed to me the rooms were too small.  I
suspected there was a hidden room, not uncommon in houses of this age, but
I had been unable to find any entrance.  I had pushed, pulled and pressed
everything I could think of in the rooms and hallway to trigger an opening,
but to no avail.

   Still lost in thought as I gazed out over the treetops, a flash of color
caught my eye.  Someone was on my property!  I could discern movement about
200 yards away but could not see clearly.  I headed down the spiral stairs
to get my binoculars, patting the sculpture I had dubbed Lil Darlin on the
head as I passed.  The marble nude was as exquisite as it was unusual.  It
was of a beautiful young girl, just entering the first blush of womanhood.
She demurely covered her barely budding breasts and had a hand cupped over
her vulva.  The top of her vee was visible, as was the beginning of the
tiny hairless valley between puffy lips.  She was in a half-rising
position, bent at the wasp waist.  Her expression was one of surprise, as
though caught in the act of something.  Even more unusual was the look of
unbridled lust in her almond shaped eyes.  I had fallen in love when I
first saw her and she had a great deal to do with my decision to buy the
place.

   Climbing back up the stairs, I caressed her pert cheeks, again noting
that the cheeks seemed especially well-handled.  It was as though someone
had previously also loved to play with her pretty bottom while climbing up
the stairs.  I went over to the window and focused the binocs to where I
had seen movement.  At first I saw nothing unusual and was about to give up
when I spied a movement in the branches of a tree.  I looked closer.  A
young girl was playing in a treehouse!  The structure looked ancient but
well-built, not a ramshackle affair as I and my brothers had built as
children.

   As I focused in, I saw the girl was prepubescent, maybe 11 or 12.  I
could tell because she was leaning on the edge of a window looking out. 
The treehouse had walls on three sides but the side toward me was open. 
She had her arms resting on the sill as she leaned ever further out, as
though trying to see something.  Her body was long and thin and I could see
long, straight dark hair hanging down.  I scanned the area around her, but
couldn't catch sight of what had her so intrigued.

   As I watched the child I walked across the room.  Finally an old shed
came into view.  Now I knew what she was having such fun watching!  A boy
of about 15 was standing with his shorts around his ankles.  His young dick
thrust proudly from his center into the face of another young girl.  It was
blowjob city out there!  Branches from a tree kept blocking my view so I
didn't get a lot of detail, but I could tell the young man was enjoying
himself.  No more so than the girl spying from the treehouse, though.  I
saw her mouth form an "O" as the boy began to spurt his seed down the
throat of his playmate.  I looked back at them just in time to see the girl
pull her mouth off his tool and let the final slashes of juice cascade
across her lovely face, her beautiful lips smiling wetly as sunlight
glimmered in her shiny blonde hair.  The boy leaned up against a support
post with a grin on his face, looking, shall we say, drained?

   The little girl in the tree continued to watch intently, and soon the
young blonde stood and pressed her body against his, rubbing up and down.
They kissed long and wetly, then the girl brushed her hands through his
curly dark hair and pressed his head downward.  The tree girl again leaned
so far out I feared for her.  The blonde soon slowly sank out of sight.  It
was obvious she was getting the equivalent from him of the pleasure she had
given.  Oh, how I longed for a better view!

   So, apparently, did the little girl.  I watched her as she moved from
side to side, leaning this way and that, but the other two kids had
obviously moved from her view as well.  She looked very disappointed and
moved back into the treehouse, dropping onto a pile of cushions.  It was
difficult to see in the shaded shell, but I could see enough to know her
hands were becoming busy in her shorts.  I had to get a better look!

   I fairly flew downstairs and scrambled to find my camera, put on the
zoom lens and flew back up.  I grabbed a tripod from against the wall and
hurriedly set it up.  I cracked the roll-out window just enough to extend
the lens through.  I trembled as I focused and zoomed into the darkness
surrounding the little girl.  My timing was perfect!

   I checked the film load and saw it was a fresh roll of 36 in a good
speed for the lighting.  The lovely child had just reached the decision to
play with what seemed appropriate.  She slowly unsnapped her jeans and drew
them apart.  I snapped three shots, one just as the white of her little
girl panties came into view.  She scooted down on the cushions so now I
could tighten the shot and still get her face and expressions.  Her tiny
hands pushed at her jeans, sliding them down her tanned coltish legs.  Two
more shots.  When her shorts hit her ankles her fingers delved under the
waistband of her underwear.  I could now see they were decorated with
little red hearts.  I got a great shot of her panties tightly stretched by
her exploring hand, pulling the fabric up into her little split, with the
sweetest and most innocent smile on her face.

   Faster and faster the little girl rubbed, her face becoming tight as she
rose on her journey.  Then she almost frantically jerked her panties off,
spread her legs and attacked her hairless pussy with both hands, rubbing
furiously.  She bucked her hips upward as her fingers flashed across her
unformed labia and clit.  Finally, with her shoulders still on the
cushions, she arched her back and lifted her body on her toes, legs splayed
widely.  I could tell she had started her babygirl cum by the way her
fingers gently encircled her clit, drawing out the sensation to the
fullest. By this time the sun was gone and I feared my last few shots were
futile due to the light.  But oh, what a collection I had started!

   My dick was so hard I could hardly walk.  I stopped as I neared the
stairs and rested my hand on the beautiful behind of Lil Darlin'.

   "Right now I sure wish you were real.  If you were I would bend you a
little further over and stick my dick right here!" I told the statue as I
reached between her legs where her pussy would be.

   Imagine my surprise when my finger slid into a hole.  She actually had a
cunt!  I reached further in and felt a click.  Against the wall a section
of paneling and molding popped open.  I had found the secret switch for the
hidden room.  Clever hiding place.  Who would ever think to try to
fingerfuck a statue (besides me, of course)?

   CHAPTER TWO

   The old man who had owned the house previously had built it in the 20's,
then spent the next 65 years collecting antiques to fill its many rooms.  I
soon found his penchant for collecting extended into areas undreamed of by
most of the locals who knew him.

   My explorations of his secret hideaway began when I discovered the
trigger hidden inside the statue of a beautiful young girl.  The choice of
hiding place, inside the cold stone vagina of the lovely child, should have
given me a clue as to the old man's predelictions.

   I pushed the door open, surprised that indirect lighting came on
automatically.  A full set of stairs led down into the hidden chamber.  I
descended and gazed around the room.  Beautiful paintings adorned the
walls, each individually lit by spotlights.  The subject of each was a
gorgeous young girl of between 10 and 13 years.  Each lovely had been
painted seated in a swing in what appeared to be a gazebo.  I checked the
artist's signature and was surprised to read "E.  L.  Burkett." Ellsworth
Burkett was the old man who had built the house.  I had no idea he was a
portrait artist; and a quite good one at that.  His coloring was perfect
and composition grand.  He captured an impish look on each of his subjects,
as though they each had a secret and were dying to tell.

   I walked around the room admiring the paintings until I reached a
well-worn easy chair.  The leather was old and worn, but when I sat down I
could not believe how comfortable it felt.  As I relaxed, I looked about
the chair.  A set of shelves with tall matched books were within easy reach
on the left.  On the right was a small table with an ashtray, a rack of
well-used pipes and a tobacco humidor.  Leaning against the humidor was an
envelope with spidery writing.  I picked it up.

   It was addressed to "The New Master".  I didn't care for the term
"Master" but I supposed it meant me since I now owned the estate.  The flap
was sealed with a quaint wax stamp in a family crest; Burkett, I supposed.
I opened the letter carefully, drawing out the rich paper folded crisply. I
reached over and turned on a reading lamp.

   The letter was written in an old style copperplate script; very thin.  I
began to read...

   "To the new master of my house.  You are charged with the care of my
home.  It was built to my design in 1922 and I have lived and loved in it
since.  As I write this I sit in my sanctum sanctorum for the last time. 
My doctors tell me the cancer will take me soon.  I have almost reached my
centennial year and I am tired.  I feel no sadness or regret at my fate. 
So much of my life was spent in bliss in this secret place that I had to
communicate with whomever will now make use of it.

   Unless extreme measures were used to gain entrance, an event which would
displease me most mightily, then you must be amused by the unique method of
entrance.  To have found it, one must have found the same pleasure as I in
fondling the bottom of my Little Darling.  I hope it indicates interests
similar to my own.

   [I was astounded at the similar names we had chosen for the marble
form.]

   I have devoted my secret life to the education of the fair sex.  My joys
have come from the initiation of virgins into a life of pleasure and
sensuality.  In the shelves to your left you will find my Journals, whence
I chronicle my exploits into the realm of maidenheads conquered.

   You will find my companions have all been willing...  eventually.  Some
had to be coaxed, some seduced and some mastered, but in the end they all
surrendered their precious prizes of their own volition.

   On the walls in front of you are some of my favorites.  I took great joy
in painting my lovelies, but just as there was a duality to my life, there
is to these portraits as well.  In my exploits great care was taken to
record the activities by whatever means was available at the time; be it
still photography, tape recordings, motion pictures, video tape or digital
recording.  These I used to later do the portraits.  My collection of
memories I bequeath to you.

   Now to the duality of the portraits.  It is important that you see these
first.  My tastes were unusual and many would be appalled, horrified,
offended and disgusted by them.  This being the case I have devised a
method to minimize the issue.  The dual portraits are the only part of my
collection of memories not contained in sealed trunks stored in the next
room.

   When the dual portraits are revealed to you, you will see the expanse of
my tastes.  If you are offended and do not wish to view, peruse, enjoy and
perhaps even expand on the collection, then it will be a simple matter to
destroy it.  In this room is an additional empty trunk.  The portraits and
my Journals will fit into this trunk.  Take it and the others to the
cellar. You will find there a large metal plate covering a deep shaft. 
Drop the trunks into the shaft.  The water in the shaft has a high sulphur
content.  In each trunk is a box of chemicals which will react with the
sulphur to create an acid solution.  Within a very short time the trunks
and contents will be destroyed.

   It is, however, my great hope you will not choose to do this, in which
case you should open the trunks and remove the boxes of chemicals.  They
are not dangerous by themselves but should nonetheless be disposed of
properly.  While my activities would be considered by many to be sinful,
all the youngsters and I did was done in a caring and loving manner and
none ever expressed regret at the pleasures we shared.  As you will learn
from my Journals, should you choose to read them, my students in the arts
and pleasures of love went on to accomplish much.  Having vast resources, I
was able to provide assistance as necessary to surmount obstacles.

   The decision is now yours.  One hopes the pleasures enjoyed in this
place will continue.  To your left you will see a sconce in the shape of an
eagle.  Pull it out and rotate it away from you and the dual portraits will
be revealed.

   Though my life is ending, I have no regrets.  I have loved and been
loved, given pleasure and received pleasure.  I have initiated, educated
and assisted.

   My hope for you is that you love and be loved, that you give and receive
pleasure, that you initiate, educate and assist as did I.  May your
maidenheads be many and your love abundant.

   Farewell,

   Ellsworth L.  Burkett October 19, 1993"

   I realized that at some point as I read I had begun to hold my breath. I
let it out with a "Whew!".  I was astounded by the revelations.  I started
again and reread the entire letter and sat back to consider its contents. I
knew I was indeed interested in seeing the "duality portraits" and the rest
of the collection as well.  As to my own sexual tastes, I had always had
relationships with ladies near my own age, but I had started very early and
had in fact been the first lover of quite a few of my playmates.  While
relations with older women had been okay, those early memories had always
been the sweetest and were exclusively the subject of my fantasies when
masturbating.  This was further indicated by the strength of my desires
while spying on the little girl masturbating in the treehouse earlier that
day.  In fact, just reading the letter had given me a hardon.  I looked
down to see precum oozing from the head.  I knew I would have to take
matters into my own hands soon.

   But first I wanted to see what the "duality" was all about.  I looked
over at the eagle-shaped sconce, grasped it firmly, tugged it out and
turned it away from me.  I had no idea what would happen.  I waited and
after a moment the portrait to the far left on the wall began to swivel in
the center.  My jaw dropped when the hidden side came into view.  The
painting was of the same little girl, a lovely child with dark curly
tresses.  She was still sitting on the swing in the gazebo, but now she was
nude.  Her legs were hooked behind the ropes from which the swing was
suspended, spreading her limbs widely.

   Her face was bathed in a huge smile as she had posed for the artist. 
Her delicately formed hands were cupping her vulva, devoid of hair.  Long
thin fingers had pulled the lips of her labia apart and the artist had
rendered a true vision of beauty in the shiny pleasure bud revealed.  The
delicate pink tissues glistened invitingly and I could almost detect a hint
of white at the center, as though she had recently received a load of cum
that was trying to escape from her delightful tunnel.  In fact, her barely
budding breasts were flushed prettily, as was the chest area between.  I
knew from experience that some ladies get the same flush when they reach
orgasm.

   As though with a mind of its own, my hand crawled down to encircle my
dick, sliding up and down, coating it with lubrication flowing from the
tip. Involuntarily my tongue snaked from my mouth, wanting to dive deeply
into the young girl's pussy.  I longed to taste her cum and suck out those
delicious fluids, drinking her in and making her a part of my soul.  I was
in love!

   Just as my head began to spin in passion, the second portrait began to
turn.  This lovely child was even younger than the first, perhaps eleven.
Straight black hair framed her oval face and almond eyes.  The oriental
beauty was sitting demurely on one side but her wanton side was exposed
when the picture rotated.  With her legs spread widely, the little girl was
on her knees in the seat of the swing.  Her back was to the artist and her
head was turned to look over her shoulder at him.  Her bald little twat was
thrust backward and she had two fingers sunk deeply into her tiny cunt.  I
wanted to jam my dick in there with her fingers just to see if they would
all fit.

   The next piece of erotic art turned into view as my hand began to move
up and down my dick faster and faster.  I groaned as I saw one of the most
beautiful faces in history, framed in long golden hair, obviously in the
throes of orgasm.  The limber child had her feet locked behind her head,
splaying her pussy open widely.  I could actually see the soft pink flesh
deep inside her as she stimulated her engorged clit.  Her love button was
so long she was grasping it between two fingers and jacking it like a dick.
It was more than I could stand!  Again and again my hand flew up and down
my cock, lubrication flowing in greater quantity than ever before.  I
imagined myself buried deep in the hot, sweet pussy of the oriental child
while I jammed my tongue into the dark-haired little girl's pussy, sucking
out her cum and that which had been left there by another, while the blonde
slipped between my legs and tongued my balls.

   My eyes closed to slits as I felt the wonderful stirring in my balls
that meant I was about to unload.  My fantasy was complete when the cum
came blasting from my cock, a jet spurting each time my hand came up the
shaft.  Again and again I poured my load up inside my little China Doll. 
Again and again I felt the tongue of the blonde lapping at my sac.  Again
and again I shoved my tongue deep inside my brunette darling.  Oh, God, it
was one of my best orgasms, ever!  And there was not even a woman in the
room!

   Without looking up at the portraits, just in case another had turned, I
reached to my left and returned the sconce to its upright position.  This
caused the portraits to swivel back into place.  I did not want to see any
more that night.  They were so wonderful I wanted to enjoy them fully,
something I could not do with cum puddling in little ponds across my belly
and chest.  I went back up the stairs and into a bathroom to clean up.

   The next morning I awoke thinking about the little girl in the
treehouse. Somehow I would have to get to know her.  I thought about it
while making breakfast and came up with an idea.  I hoped the child would
decide to play in the treehouse again that day!

   Knowing I was behind on my schedule for my new book, I went upstairs to
my office.  I checked out the treehouse, but there was no activity yet.  I
finished a chapter and was reviewing it when I saw the little girl appear
through the bushes surrounding the tree supporting her playplace.  Letting
the chapter wait, I began to execute my plan.  One of the few things I had
added to the house was a couple of cushioned futons that could be used as a
chair or unfolded into a lounge.  They were essentially just rectangular
blocks of foam rubber with zippered covers.  The two edges of the covers
had been sewed together and acted as a hinge.  I peeled the cover back from
one pad, took my electric carving knife and began to carve.  When finished
I had created a cavity in the center of the foot thick cushion that could
not be detected by sitting on it.

   I filled the hidden cavity with what I deemed appropriate, then gathered
the remaining tools of my plot and went out the back.  Wearing sunglasses,
I was able to watch the treehouse without the little girl knowing.  I put
the lounge seat at the bottom of the ladder without ever seeing her peek at
me.  Perhaps her fluttering fingers were already at work?

   I walked over a bit from the tree until I was in the line of sight from
my office to the shed.  Taking a hatchet, I began chopping down small trees
and lopping off branches to clear the view.  From the corner of my eye I
saw a head with long brown hair pop up into the window with a startled
look. Every time I turned toward the tree she dropped down out of sight.  I
walked back and forth, pruning as necessary until the line of sight was
cleared, whistling as I worked.  I began to sweat, so I took off my
t-shirt, baring my fairly well-developed chest and arms.  Wearing only
cutoff jean shorts and sneakers now, I was barely covered.  I saw the
little girl begin to look interested as she watched me from in hiding. 
Finally, I walked back over to the ladder and tied a line around the lounge
seat.  Taking the other end of the line in my hand, I climbed the ladder.

   When my head cleared the opening in the floor of the treehouse a
tremulous voice said, "You can't come up here!" I grinned at the
implication, since she had certainly "cum up here" the previous day.

   "Well, sweetheart, there are two people here and one of them owns this
treehouse.  Which one do you think that is?"

   "Oh, okay...  I'm sorry.  I'd better leave."

   "You don't have to leave.  I don't mind if you play up here.  Treehouses
are for kids.  In fact I've got something that will make it even better for
you.  Go over to the edge and catch this rope when I swing it up," I
instructed with a disarming grin.

   She complied with my orders and after several swings she caught the
line. I climbed the rest of the way into the treehouse, swinging my legs
around and sitting on the floor.  The little darling's eyes darted to my
crotch and remained glued there as I scooted across to her.  I stood up,
knowing that the leg opening of the shorts would flare, allowing her to see
my bikini underwear, tightly bulging with my already-stiffening dick.

   "Nice view from up here, huh?" I commented.  She was staring intently at
my crotch.  I looked down at her and said, "But I bet you like the view
better from the side windows, don't you?" She looked confused for a moment,
then glanced over at the opening she had leaned so far out of the day
before.  Realization was dawning on her face when I interrupted her
thoughts.

   "Let's get this thing up here.  I'll pull it up and when it gets to the
edge, you grab it and drag it in, okay?"

   She nodded her head, the long, straight hair bobbing.  "Wow, what is
that thing?" she asked.

   "You'll see as soon as I get it up here.  It's pretty cool.  I think
you're going to like it."

   When it came into reach she leaned out for it, almost losing her
balance. Afraid she was going to fall, I hung onto the rope with one hand
and grabbed the back of her shorts with the other.  As I supported her body
and pulled her back, the shorts rode up into the crack of her finely curved
bottom, revealing the edges of two pretty pink cheeks.

   "Darlin' you're going to give me a heart attack!  You have a bad habit
of leaning too far out, y'know that?  You fall out of this tree and your
mom and dad will sue me silly!  Now if I'm gonna give you permission to
play here you have to promise to be careful, okay?"

   She looked chagrined and nodded, "Yes, sir.  Hey!  How would you know I
have a habit of leaning out too far?"

   "Nevermind that right now and don't call me Sir!  I'm not THAT much
older than you are!  Now help me get this monster in here." I slid my hand
out of the back of her shorts, feeling the top three inches of her crack as
I did.  We managed to get the lounge into the treehouse.  She looked down
at it.

   "I still don't know what it is!"

   "It's a seat.  See, you fold these two cushions on top of each other,
and this round one up like this and it becomes a chair," demonstrating. 
"Then you unfold it like this and put the round one over like this and you
can lay out flat on it like a bed.""WOW!  Way cool!  Are you going to
leave it up here?"

   "Sure, these pillows and cushions look uncomfortable and I had an extra
of these so it seemed like a good idea.  Now I need to check out something
over here." I got up and went over to the side window.  She got up and
joined me.

   "By the way, my name is Wil," I said, holding out my hand.  She shook
hands awkwardly, mumbling "Pleasedtameetcha.  I'm Marie."

   I looked down at the branches and started pointing, "That one's gotta
go, and that one...  that one just needs a trim, and...  yeah, I think that
one's a goner too."

   She leaned way out, trying to see what I was talking about.  I reached
my arm across her chest, feeling the soft nubbin of her barely developed
breast under my palm.  I slid that hand under her left arm and put the
other under her right, turning her toward me.  The heels of my hands were
pressing the sides of her delicate girlflesh.  "Marie!" I scolded sternly.
"What part of 'Be careful' did you not understand?  Maybe you really don't
want to be allowed to play up here!"

   She grabbed at my arms.  "No!  No!  I'll be more careful, I promise!  I
was just trying to figure out what you were pointing at."

   "Well, alright...  but you do that one more time and I'm going to tan
that pretty behind for you.  Maybe paddle some sense into you.  I was
pointing at branches that have to be cut from the trees."

   She looked out the window, confused.  "But why do you want to cut them?"

   "To get them out of the way so you won't have to lean out so far to see
when that boy and girl are making out in the shed.  If I cut those branches
you can peek without giving me ulcers from worrying about you."

   "What...??  How did...???  You saw...??  How...??  Where...???" she
sputtered.

   I took her by the shoulders and turned her to the open side of the
treehouse.  "See the round part of the house on top?" I asked her.  She
nodded.  "From there I can see the treehouse and the shed.  While ago I
trimmed the branches that kept me from seeing the kids after they laid
down. It looked to me like you were having the same problem because you
were leaning out of the window very far trying to see them.  I'm going to
trim these branches so you won't have to lean out so far."

   "You were watching them, too?" she whispered, looking out the window at
the shed.  Then she turned back to the open side and realization flooded
her face.  "But that means you could see me, too!  OH, NO!  DID YOU WATCH
ME?"

   I grinned and nodded.  I was shocked when her face turned beet red and
she burst into tears, her hands covering her face as she sobbed.  It
occured she was embarassed at being observed masturbating by a man.  I sat
down on the lounge seat and pulled her into my lap, hugging her gently and
softly rubbing the small of her back to comfort her.

   She put her arms around my neck and cried into my shoulder for a few
minutes.  As she gained control of herself, I began talking softly into her
ear.

   "Sweetheart, you don't have anything at ALL to be embarassed or ashamed
about.  Everyone does what you were doing.  Masturbation is normal and
healthy.  It relieves sexual tension whenever you want it to.  I think
you're just upset because I watched you do it.  I understand that and maybe
I was wrong to watch you.  It was an invasion of your privacy and I'm
sorry. But, sweetheart, when you started playing with yourself I couldn't
help watching, it was so beautiful.  You are a beautiful young lady with a
gorgeous body and I couldn't tear my eyes off you.  In fact, later that day
I masturbated myself and thought of you while doing it."

   She snuggled in closer to me as I was comforting her.  I could feel the
finely formed little asscheeks grinding into my hardening cock.  I hoped
she noticed.  She sniffled as she calmed down, so I pulled out a
handkerchief and gave it to her.  She blew her nose delicately and leaned
her head against mine.  I stroked her long brown hair.

   "You..[sniff] you really think I have a good body?" she fished.

   "You most certainly do!  I was watching through binoculars so I couldn't
see that well, but from what I could see it's gorgeous!  You are one of the
most beautiful young ladies I have ever had the pleasure of seeing naked
and I can assure you, you'll be one of the most beautiful women when you
grow and develop a little more.  How old are you now?"

   "I'll be twelve in January."

   "Wow!  You are already well-developed for a twelve-year-old and you're
only eleven and a half.  When you start playing with the boys you are going
to drive them NUTS!"

   "But I don't have much boobs yet."

   "Well, let's see," I said, pulling the fabric of her t-shirt tight
across her unfettered little mounds.  "For eleven and a half they look
pretty good to me." I was amazed to see the little nipples crinkle and
swell in pleasure.  She squirmed on my lap again and my dick enjoyed the
sensation.

   She ran her hands across her breasts and looked at me shyly.  "Would you
like to see them?"

   "Sweetheart, I would love to see them, but only of you want me to. 
Always remember that you have the right to control what happens.  You NEVER
have to do anything you don't want to do, with anyone at any time.  Do you
understand that?"

   She nodded her head, wide-eyed.  "Then I would be most honored if you
wish to show me your breasts."

   She got up and straddled my leg.  With a most innocent smile, she lifted
the edge of her t-shirt, slowly drawing it upward.  First the curved
underside of her nubbins appeared, then the peach-half swellings, finally
capped by the most precious little pointed nipples surrounded by slightly
darker aeroles.  I moaned softly as the wonderful sight was revealed.  Each
tiny breast would fill no more than my palm.  I longed to touch them.

   "Oh, baby, you have such pretty breasts!" I exclaimed softly.  The
nipples again crinkled with happiness.  "May I kiss them?" She nodded.

   I leaned forward, letting the tip of my tongue caress the nipple of her
left titty.  I ran the tip around and around, wetting the surface.  Then I
pulled back slightly and blew a gentle stream of air across it.  The entire
breast seemed to expand and she sighed in pleasure.  I placed my lips
around the nipple and drew it in, all the while laving the flesh with my
tongue.  I drew in more and more until my mouth covered her entire boob.  I
had sucked tits before but never the whole thing at once.  I chewed very
gently, pushing the sweet tissues around my mouth with my teeth and tongue.
Marie now had her hands behind my head and was pulling my face to her chest
tightly.  The little girlchild was definitely enjoying the attention to her
delicate buds.

   I came up for air, kissing my way up her chest to her neck.  She giggled
as my lips and tongue tickled her earlobe.  I kissed around to her cheek,
then pulled back to look into her eyes.

   "Sweetheart, have you ever been kissed by a guy?" She shook her head no.

   "I want to kiss you.  May I?"

   "Oh yes!  I want to kiss you too!"

   Leaning in, I pressed my lips gently against hers, then a little harder.
As though born to it, her arms came up to encircle my neck and she pressed
her naked brests against my chest.  I sought entrance with the tip of my
tongue and her lips and teeth parted.  I explored her mouth for a few
moments, then plunged my tongue deeply into her throat.  Our tongues
performed a mighty dance.  She surprised me by taking the initiative to
slide her tongue into my mouth.  Her passion was building as she flashed
her taster around my mouth in exploration.  She was moaning and grinding
against me as we made out.

   Finding it necessary to breathe, I broke the kiss.  She seemed a little
disappointed.  I made my way back down her body to her other breast and
gave it equal attention to that awarded to its twin.  Then I sucked her
entire breast into my mouth and let it slowly withdraw until I had just the
nipple clenched gemtly between my teeth.  I pulled back as far as I could
without losing it, then shook it gently side to side as she whimpered.

   Her abused nipple finally escaped, snapping back to her chest, causing
the soft, fluid flesh to quiver in gentle waves.  I licked the delicate
undercurves of both lovely mounds, then dragged my tongue downward,
following a happy trail to her navel, dipping my tongue into the depression
and circling outward.  The little passion doll squirmed under my
stimulations.  From her bellybutton I continued downward, licking her soft,
tanned skin in ever-widening circles.

   Finally I reached the waistband of her jean shorts.  My taster traced a
path from one hip to the other and back to the center, making her writhe
under my face.  I stared at the snap of her shorts, then grabbed the edge
of her fly and tugged gently several times.  I lifted my head and again
looked into the child's eyes.

   "Please?" I whispered.  Without a word or a moments hesitation, Marie
reached down and unfastened the snap and drew down the zipper.  I looked
down at pink cotton little girl panties festooned with roses and bunnies. I
buried my nose against the botton of the zipper opening and inhaled.  I
caught the clean scent of passion mixed with a hint of womanly musk.  I
could not wait to taste this child.

   Reaching up, I separated the fly and pulled the shorts off by turning
them inside out, leaving her dressed only in her cotton panties and
sneakers with pink socklets (to match the panties, of course).  She
assisted the effort by raising her hips at just the right moment, as though
it was an everyday occurrance to have a man remove her pants.  Running my
hands along the outside of her legs, I straightened them together and
lifted them up, bending the nymphet at the waist.  Using one hand I took
one of her hands and placed it behind her knee.  She caught on to the idea
and joined it with the other to keep her limbs bent upward over her head. I
stared at the pink fabric caught deeply in the child's crack and followed
it upward to where it disappeared between her legs.

   My fingers began at the back and slowly rolled the waistband upward,
exposing those bodacious buns a milimeter at a time.  When the top of her
behind was uncovered, I sank my tongue into the crack.  As her behind
became more and more bare my tongue danced across every surface presented.
I leaned back to enjoy the view as I continued to roll the panties,
uncovering more and more of her precious ass until the delicate little
rosebud of her pink anus came into view.  Like the sun rising on a spring
morning I finally began to see the beginnings of her vulva, split by her
valley of delight.

   I gazed in ecstacy at the sight of her tiny pussy as it became fully
visible.  I stopped and drank in the view.  Wondering at my inactivity, the
little darling took the initiative away by pulling the rolled up underwear
the rest of the way down her legs, leaving them dangling from her toes.

   "Do you like it?" she asked as I stared at her hairless mound of
delight.

   "It's the most beautiful sight I have ever seen," I responded, watching
as she flushed in pleasure from the compliment.  "My I kiss it?" I asked.
She quickly nodded.

   I leaned in and sniffed, the warm musky scent of her sexual center
wafting through my nostrils.  The sensual pleasure of her odor caused my
cock to throb and leak precum.  I could feel it sliding around my dick in
my underwear.

   Upon close inspection I could see the fine beginnings of what would
someday be her pubic bush.  Downy, tiny hairs lined the soft split in her
vulva.  I let my tongue close in and barely brush these.  Marie shivered
and her babysoft cunt convulsed.  I spread her legs wider and her hooded
clit peeked out of the crease dividing her center.

   I rolled her back and put her hands behind her knees so she could hold
her position.  The gorgeous, almost twelve year old, darling was now
exposed from stem to stern.  Her babyfat buns were spread, exposing a
delightful little pucker connected to a now spread-open pussy.  I could see
the opening of her vagina as well as the tip of her clit starting to
emerge.

   With a slow, steady movement I placed my tongue at the top of her
asscrack, then drew it up across her tiny asshole, pausing to swirl
briefly. Then I dipped deeply into her cunt, my tongue bumping into her
unviolated maidenhead.  Finally I slid my taster up across, then around and
around her tiny clitoral bud, causing the child to writhe and moan in
pleasure.