I changed into my robe whilst Amy finished her drink. I got myself a beer and made Amy another vodka and orange. "How's thing's going at school peaches?" I asked her as I made my way over to the sofa. "Fine," she replied. "Come here," I called to her. She skipped over to me. I twirled her around I tutted at the grubby state of her dress and raising it slightly to expose more of her grubby knees. "How do you get so dirty?" I asked her. "Just playing," she replied. "I hope you haven't been playing rude games with little boys in the bushes," I said tickling her sides causing her little frame to wriggle and giggle. "Have you been playing nookie with Robert again," I said teasingly.
Climbing on my lap she straddled my legs facing me, "No, Robert's got a new girlfriend," she replied. "Who's his new girlfriend?" I asked. "It's Katy," she replied. "Who's Katy?" I asked. "Katie is his Mrs Riley's daughter," she replied. "How old is Katy?" I asked. "She's eight," she replied. "Does Mrs Riley know that Robert is Katy's boyfriend?" I asked her. "Yes, she asked Robert to be Katy's boyfriends," she replied. "Does Robert play nookie with Katy?" I asked her. "Yes, Robert told me he plays nookie with Mrs Riley and Katy," she said. Bloody hell, I thought to myself, I need to get to know Mrs Riley, she sounds like my kind of pervert. "Have you played nookie with Katy?" I asked her. She nodded her head coyly. "What have you done together." I asked her. "Promise not to tell my mom?" she asked. "I promise," I said saluting the side of my head
with two fingers. "We played in Katy's bedroom, me and Katy played with Roberts penis and Robert told Katy to lick between my legs," she revealed. "Did it feel nice when Katy licked between your legs?" I asked her. She nodded her head. "Tell me a story," she demanded, changing the subject.
By this time her thin cotton school dress had risen to expose her little white cotton panties which sported a tell tale yellow stain at the front. "OK," I said, "once upon a time there was a little girl who liked to play so much that she was in such a rush to get back to her friends that she wouldn't even waste a second wiping her willie after she'd done a pee pee and sometimes she was so busy playing she dribbled in her panties or wee'd in the bushes and do you know what the little girls names is?" I asked her. She shook her head. "Amy," I said overtly looking down at her crotch. Her eyes followed mine to the yellow spot on the front of her panties. She pulled the fabric of her panties up to get a clearer look at the evidence and in doing so pulling the material tight into the slit of her mons. Laughing she covered her crotch with one hand and slapped me on the chest with the other, "you shouldn't be looking." she said. "You're still a baby, you can't stop the wee coming out when you need to go," I said, taunting her. "Yes I can," she replied. "OK, I said, lets see who can last longest before they have to go to the toilet," I challenged. "OK, she said wriggling her fingers into her slit as if trying to gauge how much urine was in there.
I re-filled our drinks and she resumed her place straddling my thighs facing me. I continued with my story of Amy living in the forest with her mother and the trolls and her magic button, telling her how Amy had used her magic button to help heal wounds on animals. It wasn't long before she was wriggling, her full bladder bringing pressure to her urethra. I pretended to be in similar problem by holding my dick beneath my robe. "Ha, ha, you can't stop your wee wee, you'll wee first," I sang to her tauntingly. "No I won't, you'll wee first," she said defiantly. "I think your panties look wet already," I challenged. "No their not," she replied pushing her mons forward to prove they were dry. I rubbed my hand over the crotch feeling the plump contents. "Hmm, maybe, but it feels like it needs to come out soon," I said. "How do I know you haven't let some spill out," she questioned? Good point I thought, she can't see my pants. I opened my robe to expose my underpants stretched tightly across my hard throbbing knob. "Ha, see you've dribbled," she said as she reached forward grabbing the head of my dick forcing out more pre-cum. "Dribbles don't count," I said as I poked a finger into her stomach over her bladder causing her eyes to bulge as the pain grew in her urethra. A small damp spot formed at her crotch. I poked the damp spot with my finger, pressing her panties into her slit and massaging her urethra and clit. "Feels like you're going to wee soon, don't you dare wee on me," I said as I fondled her warm wet panties.
My underpants were now as wet as hers except that my wetness was pre-cum. Picking her up with her crotch pulled into my rock hard dick I carried her to the toilet. "I'm taking you to the toilet before you wee all over me," I said to her. With a hand under her soft round bottom, I rubbed her warm, wet pussy up and down my shaft as I carried her into the bathroom. I sat on the toilet seat with her sat facing me, her legs either side and my dick nestled in the slit of her warm wet crotch. By this time she was biting her lip, as the pain became unbearable. "Ouch, ouch," I cried, faining the pain I knew she was feeling, "I can't hold on much longer," I said. She squoze the head of my dick through my pants squelching the pre-cum sodden fabric. "Ha, ha, you're weeing first," she taunted. "No, you're first," I said as I tickled her sides.
That was it, she couldn't take the tickling and concentrate on holding the urine back at the same time. I felt hot little girl urine run between my legs. I stopped ticking her as she attempted, in vain, to stop the flow. Giving up, she let go and urine pushed out through the fabric of her panties. A dribble at first as her pants filled with her warm amber nectar and then the stream burst through. Soaking her panties and splashing onto my underpants. As the flow stopped, I taunted her, "ha, you went first," I said. "No, it was you first," she replied, slapping my dick. "OK, I give in, you won, it was me first, let's get you cleaned up," I said to her as I pulled her school dress up over her head to reveal her beautiful seven year old flat chest.
I slipped off her socks and lifted her up and over into the bath tub, urine dripping from her sodden panties. She peeled off her panties which dropped to her feet with a plop sound. I ran the water and threw her the soap before leaving her to step into the shower. I wanted to get in the bath with her and fuck all her tight little holes but once again I fought for restraint. My dick was still rock hard and on plain view to her through the shower screen and I could see her head craning for a good view I finished showering and wrapped a towel round my waste before kneeling beside the bath. "I think we need to wash your hair," I suggested. "Why don't you get in the tub with me and wash my hair. That way you won't get wet," she offered, tempting me. "Oh no you don't I'm not getting in there with you, you just want to see my willie," I said teasingly; she giggled.
I poured the shampoo onto her hair and massaged my fingers into her little head, washing her soft locks. I then rinsed her off. "I need to wee again", she said. I looked around for inspiration and saw the plastic cup holding my toothbrush. "You're a pest," I said teasingly, "come on quickly wee in here," and presented the cup in front of her. She reached out to take it. "No, I'll hold it, you just make sure it all goes in," I told her. She stood up out of the water to face me. She splayed her knees and I held the cup under her crotch. "Make sure you don't miss," I said sternly. She pulled her vulva lips open with a hand either side exposing the pink interior. There is no shade of pink so delicate, so fine and the contrast of her soft, wet pink interior against the porcelain white of her hairless vulva is nothing less than stunning. Knelt less than twelve inches from her sweet innocence, I could see every detail of her little clit poking from beneath it's hood. I was lost in a dream world until suddenly brought back to reality with the heat of piss hitting my hand. I'd relaxed my hold and was slightly off centre. "That's your fault, you moved" she said as a remarkably thick line of piss gushed from her hole filling the cup in seconds. "OK, OK, it was my fault, I wasn't concentrating," I admitted as I poured the contents down the loo.
"OK, make sure you've washed you're willie properly and we'll get you dry," I told her. Now emboldened by the vodka running through her veins, giggling, she coyly asked me, "aren't you going to wash my poo poo,?" "I think I should, I'll bet it's really smelly," I told her helping her up so that she could kneel up. She leaned forward resting on her outstretched arms, her bottom at my mercy. I rubbed soap into my hands and my soapy hands over her buttocks and then down the crack of her arse, circling her sphincter with my fingertip before sliding down and up and under her slit to massage her clit. "That's tickly," she giggled. I slid my ring finger into her tight little vagina with my middle finger still on her clit and a slid in and out. My finger went in somewhere between two and three inches before coming up against her cervix. She was tight, I could feel the walls of her love tube gripping my finger on all sides. I could feel a little entrance hole in her little cervix which was just jutting down at the end of her tube. I slid out and up to her sphincter and massaged it for a few strokes until gently pushing into her rectum, up to the first knuckle. "Oooo that feels funny" she complained. I pulled out and washing my hand over her soft smooth globes, "OK, your clean now," I said and lifted her from the tub.
I towelled her down off and carried her to the bedroom to dry her hair and get her dressed for bed. "Ready for bed, sweetie?" I asked her. "No, not yet, I'm not sleepy, can we watch TV for a while?" she asked. "OK just a little while," I replied as I picked her up and carried her to the lounge. She snuggled into my side; I put my arm around her and kissed the top of her head smelling her hair, a mixture of shampoo and little girl smell.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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