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Little Ones
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
LITTLE ONES
Just a little boy.
Just a little girl.
I was the boy. To tell the truth, I'm still a boy;
well, more of a man. Got it? No sex change or anything.
Kristen was the girl. Yes, she's still a girl. God,
you readers have the strangest imaginations.
I think we were both six.
Anyway, we usually played together after school in this
not-often-used room at my house. It was a big house. And
when I say "play" I don't mean anything sexual. At least,
no until that one day.
As usual, we went to the room after school and were
relieved to be able to sit on the cool wooden floor. The
day had been extremely hot and humid, and we were both
covered with sweat from trying to race one another. By the
way, I won. Soon, we started talking about school and the
idiotic teacher we had. Childish nonsense, I know; but I
miss it.
Well, we talked for some time before we noticed that we
were still hot. Even the wooden floor couldn't draw enough
heat away. So I tried to open a window, but they were
locked. Or maybe they had melted shut. Nah, just kidding;
they were really locked.
Then I had a thought. With the shamelessness of youth,
I took off my shirt. Kristen thought it was a fabulous
idea. She took off her blouse and shoes.
Suddenly, it became a race. We started taking our
clothes off as quickly as possible, giggling with the
effort. Soon we were both stripped to our underwear, but we
didn't stop. Off they came.
We were naked and flushed. But we were happy. The
race had been fun, and the heat wasn't as oppressive
anymore. We sat back down and started talking once again.
However, after a while I noticed that I had an
erection. Being only six, I was quite surprised. So was
Kristen.
She looked down at me and started laughing. I laughed
with her. Not because I was lacking in any way, but because
we were unfamiliar with the event.
After we stopped laughing, Kristen came to sit beside
me. She reached down and started touching me between the
legs. I guess she was just curious. The touching
transformed itself to fondling as she told me how smooth and
warm my penis felt. Actually, I was beginning to feel warm
all over.
Before I realized, I was lying on my back with Kristen
crouching between my spread legs. She continued to fondle
as I began to writhe and squirm with pleasure. Kristen
stopped and asked if anything was wrong. I said no, don't
stop. The sensation was wonderful.
A few seconds later, Kristen asked me if she could lick
it. She told me it would make a great lollipop. Now
remember, we were only six and totally innocent of what we
were doing. So I said yes, and she leaned forward. Soon,
the licking turned to kissing and an intense sucking. And
it went on and on.
Suddenly, liquid ejected from the tip. Kristen
squealed and jumped a little but didn't hesitate to lean
forward again and lick the liquid off as she would lick
saliva off a piece of candy. Some splashed on her stomach,
but she took care of that as well, using her fingers.
It was about ten minutes before I finally lost the
erection. Then I sat up, feeling kind of woozy and drunk
(not that a six-year old would know how it feels to be
drunk). I smiled at Kristen, and she smiled back. Like I
said, we were just innocent little children. Keep that in
mind.
I asked Kristen what she had instead of a penis. She
said she didn't have anything. So we both began exploring
the area between her legs. All we found was a narrow slit.
Then I made Kristen lie down and I placed a finger inside
the slit. She squirmed and giggled, but told me to go in
deeper. After a while, I managed to insert my entire hand
into her. Very tight fit. It was interesting for both of
us.
Well, at the end, Kristen screamed in delight and
almost bounced off the floor. No liquid splashed from her,
but some did drip from between her legs and also covered my
hand. I used it to cover her breasts and stomach with a
shiny coat. Innocent...only six...totally innocent. Then
we both lay face-down on the floor, relaxed and happy.
Somehow, we knew that we had just performed something our
parents would not approve of. So our eyes made a silent
pact never to tell anyone what we had done.
It was time for Kristen to go home. But before she
could get up, I rolled over to her and started kissing her
buttocks. I had noticed how round and firm they looked when
she stuck her rear into the air trying to get up.
Her ass was sweet and soft, tempting beyond belief. I
started licking at the crevice between the two halves.
Kristen moaned and swayed her hips. But then she got up,
throwing me to the floor. She laughed as she put her
clothes on. I smiled stupidly.
We walked out of the room together, fully clothed.
When we separated on the street, I gave her a kiss on the
lips. The first real kiss. Then we walked away; I went
right to go to the front of my house, she went left.
I felt older. The room had made both of us older. We
were six, but we had experienced something that most others
would not encounter for many years. Yes, maturity (of a
specific form) had come to us early. And with that maturity
came responsibility.
And do you want to know what we did with that
responsibility? We went back to that room at least twice a
week for another two years, and we tried to grow up even
more.
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