I was in the shower reflecting on our day and turning around, I was confronted by a naked seven year old with her face up against the window, "Ha, ha! I can see your willie," she sang. I covered myself, "You little imp, you're asking for a spanking!" I said and she ran off.
I slipped on a robe and returned to the lounge to find her gulping down a glass of wine. "Hey, be careful," I warned, "you'll make yourself ill and get some clothes on." She skipped off to her room. I got myself a drink and stretched out on the sofa. Returning from her room in my wearing my oversized rugby shirt, she took a running jump at me, launched herself on top of me sitting on my chest, her legs draped either side, her naked pussy twelve inches from my face. Close enough for me to smell the feint odour of stale little girl piss. Her soft, white, puffy, lips parted ever so slightly exposing the hint of damp pink interior.
"Tell me a story," she demanded. "What kind of story?" I asked. "Tell me about Amy in the forest with the trolls," she replied. "No, I'm not telling you any more secret stories," I told her. "Please, please, please," she cried. "No, it's not fair," I said to her, "I tell you my secrets and you don't tell me your secrets. You see my interesting willie and your willie's boring, It's just not fair." "Please, please tell me," she said slurring her speech and hiccupping. "If I tell you more secret stories what will you give me?" I asked. She put her finger to her mouth and thought. "I'll let you touch my willie," she offered. "That's no good," I told her, "Your willie's boring." She thought again. "What can I give you then?" she asked. "Let's start with a kiss while I'm thinking," I said.
Her face beamed a smile as she threw her naked frame forward and with soft sweet innocence she pressed her lips against me as hard as she could. "Wow!" I spluttered through her lips, "not so hard." I want a tender kiss, like you kiss your boyfriends," I told her. Looking into my eyes she giggled, "That's how I kiss my boyfriends," she said. "Well that's NOT like I kiss my girlfriends," I said. I could see her thinking. She lowered herself to me again, this time with her lips parted. I slipped one hand around her back and the other over her silky soft, bare bottom and we kissed tenderly, her open mouth on mine, I allowed the tip of my tongue to trace her sweet lips. I raised my hand from her back to stroke her face tenderly as we kissed. It was a moment of beauty, music played, angels sang, my little seven year old lover and I were kissing. How many years I had yearned to kiss her lips. To feel her little pink tongue on mine. She sat up. I could feel the heat on my chest from her pussy hole. Was she getting 'hot', I wondered. "Hmmmm," I sighed, "That was lovely." "Do I get my story now?" she asked. "It was a lovely kiss but I can't tell you any more secrets until you tell me your secrets," I said. "What secrets?" she asked.
"I told you, I am Merlin and I saw secrets in your head this morning that's what gave me the headache. I can either look inside your mind or you can tell me," I said. She sat thinking. "I saw you had a secret with someone called Robert," I said, "Who's Robert?"
She gasped bringing her hands up to cover her bright red face. The look on her face said it all - how did he know about Robert? "Tell me your secret with Robert," I commanded. "But then it won't be a secret," she said. "If you won't tell me I'll look into your mind and see your secret but then you don't get a story," I threatened. "OK, I'll tell you," she said, "Robert is my friend and he has touched my willie and I have touched his."
"I know that, I saw that this morning," I said, "But there's more, you must tell me everything." She again paused for thought. "Do you promise not to tell my mom?" she asked. "I promise!" I said, making a cross over my heart with my finger. "Robert put his willie inside my willie," she said, "He calls it his penis." Those words sent an electric shock right down to the tip of my knob and my dick lurched unseen behind her back.
"How old is Robert?" I asked. "He's ten," she replied. "And how do you know Robert?" I asked. "He lives in our complex and my mom has coffee with his mom," she replied. "When did you first show each other your willies?" I asked. "When I was little," she replied.
Why is it that all little kids think they're big kids and were little such a long time ago - like last month! "Tell me how Robert came to put his penis inside you." I said. "Robert told me he does stuff with his auntie, he calls it nooky. He asked me if I wanted to play nooky, so I said OK and he showed me how to play," she said. "What did he show you?" I asked. "He showed me how his auntie rubbed his penis up and down to make it bigger and he showed me how he puts his penis inside his auntie's willie," she said. "Did it hurt when he put his penis inside you?" I asked. "No, first time was a bit uncomfortable but then Robert spit on his penis and then it was OK," she said. "What did it feel like?" I asked. "It just felt funny, I don't think he did it right first time but next time it felt nice," she said. "Which hole did he put his penis in?" I asked.
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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