Date: Tue, 4 Oct 2016 18:15:37 +0000 (UTC) From: Tony Williams Subject: Both Sides Now Both Sides Now I'm Wendy. His name is Tony and I've known him since he moved in next door, six months ago. He's a close friend of my mum and we all have dinner together about once a week, usually in a restaurant, but sometimes at his place or ours. He's like an uncle, though we're not related in any way. I've never thought about him in any special way. He's just a family friend, who bought me a present at Christmas and now on my birthday, and he's just kinda . . .well, always there. I like him a lot, I mean really like him! Today, everything's changed. It's my eleventh birthday. I've been having a party with the house full of kids and a few adults, including Tony. Eventually, everyone goes home so there are just us three, him, Mum and me, in the house. Mum's busy washing dishes in the kitchen and I'm sitting halfway up the stairs, my heels up one step below the one I'm sitting on, playing with a doll that some idiot gave me, even though I'm way too old for dolls. I'm wearing a new party dress. It's sleeveless, in a dark blue silky material and it's a bit short, but I don't mind that. My legs are skinny but people say I have a ballerina figure and I'm gonna grow up to be a supermodel or a film star, so skinny legs are good. The dress shows them off nicely. Tony comes into the hallway, stands at the bottom of the stairs and looks up at me. I'm fully aware that he can see up my dress. What I've been told I should do, in circumstances like this, is to move my feet to a lower step and push my dress down between my legs to conceal my underwear and bring my knees together, but I don't. For a couple of seconds, I just sit there, watching him looking at me, staring right at my white cotton knickers. I just simply let him look. I'm not just being friendly, I want him to look. A kind of electric thrill runs through my tummy. I don't want him to stop. On a whim, I suddenly spread my knees wider. I do it deliberately. This isn't the carelessness of an unthinking child accidentally exposing her undies; no, this is an act of intentional lewdness, designed to attract and hold his attention. It feels kinda naughty in a nice way, letting him look at what I'm not supposed to be showing. Does he just happen to be looking or is he staring because my "carelessness" holds some significance for him? I smile back at him for a few seconds and then, because it's become a bit awkward, I close my knees. He winks at me. I feel a delicious shiver run through my body. Oh, I think, he likes looking up my dress. I think he's about to walk away and I don't want him to stop looking so I open my knees again, spreading them as wide as they'll go, and lean back on my elbows. I can feel my heart pounding. Sprawled as I am lewdly displaying my knickers, I feel that same thrill. He turns back and stares at me again, an expression of pure longing on his face. I give him my most dazzling smile, hold up the doll for him to see and lift the front of its dress, to reveal that it, too, has white knickers. He chuckles, blows a kiss at me and walks away into the kitchen. My heart's racing, and my face feels flushed. I get to my feet, climb the stairs to my bedroom and lie down to think about what's just happened between us. Obviously I can't talk to Mum about it, 'cos she's aways telling me to put my legs down and sit up straight like a lady. "People can see your underwear!" she'll hiss, angrily. Nor can I talk to Tony. What would I say? "I like it when you look up my dress."? What if his interest in my knickers is all in my imagination and he talks to Mum? Mom puts her head round my bedroom door. "Tony's leaving," she says, then disappears into the bathroom. I jump to my feet and run downstairs to where he's standing. I leap from the third step right into his arms, wrapping my legs round his hip. I feel his hands under my bum cheeks, his finger tips in the crack of my bum. He kisses my cheek. "Goodbye, Tony. Come again soon!" Then I whisper in his ear, "I love you!" "I love you too, my darling," he murmurs. He's told me he loves me before, like an uncle would, but not like this. This time, I know he means it. I slide down his body, letting my dress ride up, knowing that he can see over my shoulder to the mirror, where the back of my knickers are in full view. He smiles again, turns and leaves. I go and sit down in the living room, my head spinning, my whole body aglow with happiness. ______________________________________________________________ I'm Tony. What the fuck just happened? One minute I'm standing at the foot of the stairs, just a normal British guy of twenty eight, a law abiding, tax paying citizen, and the next minute I think I'm having a heart attack, my pulse pounding, feeling like I've just been kicked in the stomach, except without the pain. Look, I'm not some kind of pervert, lusting after little girls, but when Wendy suddenly and quite deliberately spread her legs like that, it was an obvious invitation and my glands shot adrenaline, like a firehose, into my bloodstream. I've been aroused by the site of partially dressed or undressed women before (what man hasn't?) and I confess to having a slight obsession with underwear, which merely results in my cock getting hard and . . . well you can guess the rest, but this was different. I didn't get directly sexually aroused and my cock didn't get hard. There wasn't enough time anyway. The effect was totally in my mind, or I would say in my soul, if I believed in such a thing. I knew that from that moment on, I'd never think about Wendy in the same way again. Now she's no longer the daughter of my next door neighbour, she's . . . well, the centre of my universe I suppose. Christ, I sound like some kind of weirdo! And then, to top it all, just as I turned away, she did it again. Now I couldn't pretend that the first flash was just a careless little girl unaware that her undies were in full view. It was clear that she wanted me to look and I was more than willing. I was very eager. I don't know what expression I had on my face, probably pure lust, but I tried to control it, to look as if nothing special was happening, but I must have gaped. Then she leaned back on her elbows so she was almost lying on the stairs. And her smile: Oh, my God, what deep joy! It was like the sun coming up. Then to top it all off, she held up her doll and lifted its dress to reveal little knickers, as blinding white as her own and now there could be no doubt that she was, dare I say it, sending me a signal. I must have smiled back a her, I don't know, but I had to let her know that I didn't disapprove of her exhibitionism, on the contrary, I revelled in it, so I blew her a kiss. My hands were trembling and there was probably sweat on my brow, but I had to get out of there before anyone noticed that I'd just been struck by lightning. I could hear Wendy's mum clattering about in the bathroom, so I just called, "Bye," and left. Now, I walk next door to my house and go upstairs. I strip off and take a shower, turning the water colder and colder until I start to shiver, then I towel off, pull on a pair of boxers and lie down on my bed. Something in me has fundamentally changed. Have I suddenly become a paedophile? I've never lusted after little girls before, at least not since I was a little boy. I don't hang around schoolyards or kids' playgounds and I don't surf for kiddie porn on the net. The youngest girl I ever kissed was sixteen and I was seventeen. I was a perfectly normal guy, if you overlook my bisexuality, until a few minutes ago, but now I'm a love struck pervert. ____________________________________________________________ This is Wendy. Of course, all little girls are aware that they shouldn't show off their underwear, but we hardly ever give it a thought. Being with other kids and seeing them doing cartwheels and stuff, or squatting in the school playground, knickers in full view, we think nothing of it, until some man, or even a woman, stares too long and hard and only then do our parent's admonitions about being "ladylike" come to mind, and we remember warnings about not talking to strangers. Sometimes a boy might grab the hem of a girl's dress and lift it, sniggering, usually for the benefit of his friends, but we just dismiss that as boys being stupid. I don't recall ever wanting to show my knickers to anyone until that crucial moment on the stairs when the urge came out of nowhere. But now everything's different. I want to show them off, but only to Tony. What should I do? It's the next afternoon and in the bedroom in front of the mirrored doors of my closet, I try various stragems. First, I sit on the edge of the bed, lift my heels up and spead my knees. I can see exactly what Tony saw on the stairs. It's hardly a natural pose and I'm displaying a considerable expanse of white cotton. I lean back on my elbows and it looks even naughtier. I could do this in the livingroom couch and I make a note to always try to sit opposite Tony, as long as Mum isn't there. I stand in front of the mirror and lift the hem of my dress to clean my glasses. I have to hold them up high to offer a good show, and I peer up through them as if they aren't clean enough, and lift my dress higher to clean them better. That seems like a good move and can be explained away if I were to be called on it. Then I squat on the floor, playing with a toy. Squats are good, I decide, though they only reveal the crotch, but I could always fall over backwards from a squat and that would improve the performance. I prop up my phone on the dresser and video myself doing a slow cartwheel in the limited space available. After a couple of tries I get it right and the result's most satifactory, my dress falling round my head to show all of my knickers, my belly button and even my nipples. I practice, making the cartwheels slower and slower until I've achieved perfection. I turn my back to the mirror and bend down, looking between my legs. It takes a pretty deep bend to show anything, so I should remember to wear the shortest skirts and dresses that I have. I also practice pulling my knickers up so that the hem of my gets dress caught at the back and I can walk around "unaware" that my bum's on display. There'll be all sorts of opportunies to give Tony the "flashes" he craves, or at least I hope he craves, and he might engineer situations that'll let me be as naughty as I wanted. ___________________________________________________________ This is Tony. I'm not a fucking predator. I don't hang around schoolyards or kids' playgrounds with a bag of candy, trying to entice kiddies into a windowless van, so I can drive off into the woods and do horrible things to them. Those guys deserve what they get when they're caught. No, as I've said, I'm a perfectly normal bi guy, who's had several lengthy relationhips with adult women and a lot more with guys, though the latter are always shorter, mostly one nighters in fact. To be honest, I wouldn't call them relationships. They're just anonymous sex. That's the beautiful thing about sex with men: no flowers, no dinner, you just have to show up. You suck a guy's cock and he doesn't pester you on the phone all week, moaning about why you don't call him. He does exactly what I do namely, goes out and finds another cocksucker. For example last week I hooked up with a guy I found on Craig's List, who replied to my posting, "29 y.o. white male loves cock and wants to be insulted, savagely molested, abused and humiliated, your place or mine." I was inundated with replies and exchanged pix with half a dozen or so likely candidates and selected a tall muscular black dude of about my age, who raced over to my house with remarkable speed. I opened the door dressed only in my silk boxers and promply dropped to my knees right there on the doormat, yanked his zipper down and took his magnicicent cock in my mouth. "Suck my big nigga dick, you fucking faggot!" he snarled. I shivered with excitement as it rapidly grew hard in my mouth. "Take it down your throat, whore!" Only then did I have the presence of mind to shut the door. I brought him to the edge, then stood up and dragged him to the bedroom where he pushed me on to the bed, ripped off my boxers, rolled me on my back and threw himself on top of me. "Fucking dirty slut!" "Lube on the bedside table," I managed to gasp, and with seconds, his cock was pushing at my arse. "Yeah, fuck me, nigga!" I croaked. "Fuck my hungry arse! Shove that big nigga dick as far up as it'll go! Give it to me hard and deep!" I lifted my hips to help him penetrate me and felt that joyous sensation of a big hard dick thrusting into me. "You fucking dirty slut, you cunt, take my cock, take it all the way up!" That was what I liked, to be totally under the control of a highly aroused male, willing to accept any abuse he wanted to heap on me, the more brutal, the better. I fantasised that I was a plantation overseer and he was the escaped slave who'd come back to wreak revenge on his former tormenter. "Faggot! Queer! Is my cock big enough?" "God, I love your cock!" I gasped. "Go deeper, harder!" but he was already as far inside me as he could go, pounding away vigourously. I was loving it, loving being abused. surrendering to whatever might happen. He didn't last long. "Cum inside me, you black bastard! Fill my arse with your cum. Oh, fuck, this is so marvelous!" I felt his cock pulsing as he shot his load, then lay gasping for breath as his cock softened. Before he left, I thanked him profusely, but didn't offer to stay in touch. I like a brand new cock each time. I don't even remember his name. Afterward, I lay on my bed, my cock like an iron bar, reliving the exquisite experience of being raped. Yeah, I'm a faggot, a queer, a fucking slut, for a while. I slowly wanked, then came, a huge load shooting as far as my face, and the spell was broken. But I digress. Yes I'm bisexual and a total bottom, but that's all perfectly normal. Little girls have never been part of my fantasies. Not until now. ___________________________________________________________ This is Wendy. It's Friday and my friend Amanda comes for a sleep-over. This is a regular thing and as tomorrow isn't a school day, we can sleep in. At bedtime, we prepare to take a shower. In my room, we take our dresses off and stand there in our white underwear, cotton knickers and cotton vests, hers shaped like a camisole with spaghetti straps and mine like a traditional tank top. We walk into the bathroom and I start the water, getting the temperature just right. "Who goes first?" asks Amanda. "Let's shower together, that way we can soap each other's backs." "Sure, why not?" I watch as she peels her vest off. Her chest's as flat as mine, but her nipples are bigger. She'll be growing titties pretty soon. I look at her pale blue cotton knickers with white trim round the legs. They don't look all that sexy to me, so what's Tony so obsessed about? I take my own vest off. Then she quite unselfconciously pulls her knickers down. Her pubic area's as bald as mine. "Do you think I'm sexy?" I ask, pulling my own knickers off and standing with my hands on my hips, leaning backwards. "Sexy? Not really, you're too skinny, but you have a pretty face." She steps into the shower and I follow her saying, "You're sexy, Amanda. You have a nicer figure than I do. Gimme the soap." I lather her back and her bum, taking my time. "Remember that lecture at school about 'bad touching'?" "Uh-huh." "It wouldn't be bad if it was a friend and you didn't mind it, would it?" "I suppose not. Why? You wanna touch my coochie?" "Would you mind?" "Not if you really want to. It's alright." I get my hands all lathered up and reach round her from behind, running my palm down her tummy and then lower, my fingers going between her legs. "I've got to wash you really good," I whisper in her ear and she giggles. I run my finger up and down her vagina. "It tickles," she says. I take my hand away. "Don't stop, it feels nice." I put my hand back and wrap my other arm round her waist. "Let's pretend to be lesbians," I say conspiratorially, then kissed her on the neck. "Okay, but now let me do you." She turns and spins me round, and runs the bar of soap between my legs. Then she puts it in the soap dish and puts her hand back on my pee pee. Her finger run up and down my crack and I lean back against her. "That feels nice and tingly, Amanda. No one's ever touched my pee pee before." "Me, neither. I think 'bad' touching is actually pretty good. I'm gonna wash the rest of you, all over, then you can do me." Later, in the bedroom, she pulls her nightie out of her backpack. "I'm gonna sleep naked," I say. "It's too hot for jammies." "Good idea," she says and lies on the bed, her hands behind her head. I look at her body, curvier than mine and feel a little thrill. She isn't actually showing off, but the fact that she's letting me look at her is exciting. I can imagine how Tony feels when I let him see my knickers. I take one of the pillows and placed it by her knees. She gave me a quizzical look. "Let's sleep head to tail, then I can touch your coochie more easily and you can touch mine. Remember, we're pretending to be lesbians." "You're a slut," she says with a grin. "I know. But I like being a slut. Let's be sluts together." I turn off the light, leaving only a dim night light, but it's enough for us to see what we're doing. I lie down and put my hand on her tummy, stroking it in circles, moving lower and lower until my fingers touch her coochie. I feel her hand sliding up my thigh and soon her fingers were caressing my most intimate part. With my eyes closed, I pretend she's Tony. But would Tony go that far? It's hard to imagine. We don't get to sleep until very late. ___________________________________________________________ This is Tony. It's Saturday afternoon, and I wonder what Wendy is doing. I can't just keep going over to her house and enquiring, because her mum is going to get suspicious. These days, there's a kind of witch hunt climate when it comes to mature men and young girls, and I have to keep a facade of absolute normality. Last night I lay in bed, unable to sleep, with Wendy occupying my thoughts. Big black cocks had disappeared from my thoughts. I pictured her sitting on the stairs, legs akimbo, letting me look at her. My cock was rigid and I stroked it slowly. I imagined myself moving closer and closer to her until I'm within reach. Should I touch her knickers or move in even closer and plant a kiss on them? My mind wouldn't let me go any further. She's a little girl, not some kind of whore. I didn't want sully her with my crude sexual fantasies. Then I pictured her as she sprawled back invitingly, and then the way she opened her legs on the stairs, and my orgasm exploded, shooting cum up in the air. It landed on my chest and stomach, and I spread it all over my body with my hand. I felt kinda guilty, having wanked of to an eleven year old girl, but fuck it, I can't control how I feel. Did I still care about her the same way, now that I'd just cum? To my suprise, I found that I did care, but in a more fatherly way. I wanted to protect her, but from what? Myself? None of it made sense. Now, I go to my bedroom window and look down into Wendy's back garden. She's there! Oh, deep joy! She's wearing a white dress and she's running back and forth through the lawn sprinkler. The dress is wet enough for me to be able to see her pink knickers through it. I run down the stairs, then realise that I'm wearing nothing but my electric blue silk boxers. Fuck it, she lets me look at her undies so I'm gonne let her see mine. _______________________________________________________________ This is Wendy. Amanda has gone home amd I'm standing in front of the mirror in my room looking at myself, wearing pink cotton knickers with little flowers on them. Amanda was right, I'm too skinny. My legs and arms are like sticks. My knickers are quite old and stretched out, leaving a little gap between their edge and the top of my leg. I sit on the end of the bed, moving around, trying to glimpse my pee pee up the leg of my knickers. I pull them down about an inch and spread one leg and yes, I can just see my little slit. Tony will like that. Mum called from downstairs. "I'm going shopping. I'll be back in a couple of hours." I look in my closet for a dress. I pick out a white sundress made of flimsy cotton which might do the trick. I put it on and as I'd hoped, I can see my knickers faintly through the thin material. I imagine going for a walk in the rain with Tony, letting the dress get soaked. My knickers would show through vividly. But it's not raining. Then I have an idea and go downstairs and out into the back garden. Tony can see into the garden from his bedroom and perhaps he might happen to be looking out. The lawn looks baked under the hot sun and I turn the sprinkler on. It's the type that oscillates back and forth, the kind kids like to run through. So I do, squealing each time the cold water hit me. Soon my dress is saturated and as I'd guessed, my pink knickers are perfectly visible. Then, like a miracle, Tony's head appears above the top of the fence. "Keeping cool?" he asks. "I used to do that as a kid." I walk over to him, my wet dress clinging to my body. His eyes are popping out of his head. "I like your dress." "Yeah. Beause it's wet and you can see my knickers through it." He grins. "Exactly. You don't seem to mind." "No, I don't mind. I've nothing to be ashamed of. You can look at my knickers any time you want." I can hardly believe I've just said that. "Oh, I shall," he says, enthusiasically. "Wanna come over for some ice cream?" "Absolutely! I'll come round." "No need. You can come through the fence. Look, I've pulled the nails out of the bottom of these two planks and they just swing aside. Try to squeeze through. See, that was easy." I climb to my feet and look at him. "Why are you in your underpants?" I ask. "Oh, I never wear pants round the house. When I saw you running through the sprinkler, I was in such a hurry to come and see you that I forgot all about it. How do I look in boxers?" Never having seen a grown man in briefs I have nothing to compare him to so I just say, truthfully, "They look cool." "You can come and see me any time you want. If the back door's open, then I'm home, if it's locked, then I'm out." He takes me by the hand and leads me into his kitchen. I stand there, dripping on his floor as he looks me up and down again. I lift the hem of my dress to clean my glasses, but the wet cotton just makes them smeary. He smiles. "Let me get a towel." He brings one from the downstairs bathroom, hands it to me and I begin to dry my hair. "We should get that wet dress off you." I feel that same thrill in my tummy. Letting him watch as I take my dress off is gonna be much more exciting than just letting him look up it, but then I go a step further. "Why don't you take it off?" His eyes light up and he takes hold of the hem, raises it gazing lovingly at my knickers, then carefully lifts it over my head, laying it over the back of a chair. "Oh, my God, you look adorable," he breathes. "I never thought I'd ever be lucky enough to see you in just your knickers. You're so fucking sexy!" A shiver of delight runs through my body, firstly because of the way he's looking at me, as though he wanted to eat me, but also because of his use of the "F" word, suggesting that he thinks I'm old enough to handle words like that. "Not too skinny?" I ask. "I love skinny girls," he says, grinning, "skinny little girls with glasses, girls who like to show off their knickers." I sit on a stool by the breadfast bar and lift one foot on to the cross bar. I hope he can see my pee pee up the edge of my knickers. "I'm getting the stool wet," I say, standing up and wiping it with the towel. "I should take these knickers off. You can look if you like." I can hardly believe my own boldness but I'm glad of it when I see an expression of intense longing as I slowly and seductively started sliding my knickers down, an inch at a time. "Stop!" he says suddenly. Doesn't he want to see my pee pee? He looks around and finds his phone on the kitchen counter. "Can I take a picture of you?" I smile and pull my knickers all the way back up, so he can start at the beginning, so to speak. "You can take a video if you like, Tony, if you promise never to let anyone see it." "Oh, I promise. I swear. Cross my heart. Oh, look, you have a perfect camel toe." I look down and sure enough, the shape of my pee pee is perfectly outlined by my wet knickers. "Ready? Action!" I start sliding them down again, even slower than before until they're bunched across my hips, still hiding my pee pee, then I stop. "What's wrong?" "Nothing, Tony. I just want to look at your face when you see my pee pee for the first time. Here we go, just keep filming." As my knickers inched lower, I hear him gasp and looked down. My pee pee's exposed to view. My heart's racing. His gaze feels like a physical thing touching me, like when Amanda's fingers touched me the night before. I look up at him, giving him my most dazzling smile, letting him know that I'm thrilled to be showing myself off. The knickers slide to mid thigh and I leave them, leaning back against the breakfast bar, my hips thrust forward, my hands on my hips. Then they fall with a wet plop to the floor and I step out of them. Tony's camera has followed them down, but then angles up to take in my body. His gaze is riveted on my pee pee as he looks past the camera at me. I sit on the stool, and lean back, my feet up on the stool's cross bar, my legs spread wide. I feel like a slut. Tony's slut. That's all I ever want to be. _______________________________________________________________ This is Tony. There's a moment when I can stop and not cross the line. The last possible second to change the course of my life is when she starts to slide her knickers down and I aim my phone and touch the screen to start recording. Up to that point I haven't done anything illegal, but now I'm guilty of who knows how many crimes: lewd and lascivious conduct with a minor; possession of child pornography, there's probably a long list. But if I'm to be honest there's no possible way I can help myself from pursuing what might turn out to be a great adventure. I can't bring myself to say, "This is wrong, we have to stop, so get dressed." No way at all. I'm totally under her spell. Her wet knickers are on the floor, and I aim the phone at them, then slowly tilt up until her naked body fills the frame. She sits on the stool and parts her knees, that amazing smile still on her face. For a few seconds, she hold the pose, and then I say, "Cut!" and shut my phone off. I'm committed. Now I'm a card carrying paedophile, but I don't feel like any kind of monster. I love her so much that I just want to do what makes her happy and it's clear that showing herself off to me is what she most desires. I put my phone on the bar, pick up her knickers and take her dress from the back of the chair. "I'll go put these in the dryer," I say and come back to find her replaying the video. I look over her shoulder. "Cool!" she murmurs. "Do you think I'm sexy?" "You've no fucking idea!" I mutter. "You're driving me crazy." My cock is hard inside my boxers and I make sure that the little button on the fly is fastened. I don't want my dick popping out and freaking her. I step up close to her, put one arm under her knees and the other round her waist and lift her off the stool. She puts her arm round my neck. "Where are we going?" she asks. With her free hand she reaches out and grabs the phone just in time. "Upstairs." _____________________________________________________________ This is Wendy. He lays me down on the bed.props up my head with a pillow, steps back and looks at me, his eyes running up and down my body. I tingle all over. There's a huge bulge in the front of his boxes where his dick pushes the blue silk out like a tent. His cock must be enormous. He sees me looking at it. "Look what you've done," he says looking down at himself. "Me? I didn't do anything." "You made my cock stiff. I don't have any control over it, it just happens whenever I become sexually aroused." "So you're aroused now?" "Like never before in my life!" He sits beside me, leans in and kisses me on the lips. His mouth feels amazingly soft. I've kissed girls before and a boy once but it was nothing like this. My head is swimming. He sits up and runs his hands over my shoulders, then down the sides of my body, his thumb making circles on my nipples. "I don't have any boobs yet." "I like you just the way you are. You're perfect. You're absolutely adorable. I think I'm falling in love with you." My heart feels like it's gonna burst. He slides his hands down to my waist, then one hand goes over my hip, down the outside of my thigh, up the inside of the other and his fingertips briefly brush my pee pee. I part my legs slightly to let him know it's alright. His hand rests on my tummy. "You can touch my pee pee again if you want," I whisper. He gazes into my eyes. He smiles. "That's a little girl name for it. You should call it a grown up name." "Like what?" "Vagina? No, that's too clinical. Pussy?" I shake my head. "Twat? Snatch? Quim?" "None of those," I say. "What would you call it?" He hesitates. "How about your 'cunt'?" "That's a nasty word." "Only if you're using it to call someone a nasty name. Otherwise, it's just a naughty word, and I think you like being naughty, don't you? "Oh, I love being naughty, but only with you. We can can call it my cunt." His hand moves down from my tummy to my cunt again, and I give him a big smile again. His touch makes me tremble all over. "No one else will ever know that we're being naughty, will they?" he says. "We can't ever tell anyone. It has to be our secret, my darling." He looks down his hand as it caresses my cunt. "Oh, look, it's smiling at me. I think it wants to be kissed." He moves down the bed and lowers his head until his lips are poised just above me. "Oh God, you're so incredibly sexy," he groans then his lips touch mine and I feel his tongue push into my slit. He pushes it inside me as far as he can reach, which isn't very far, so then he moves his body between my legs, grips my ankles and lifts my legs up beside my head, my bum up in the air, his face between my thighs, and rests my feet on his shoulders. I grab a handful of hair and pull him down so his mouth is on my cunt. He starts to lick me, running his tongue up and down my slit, pushing at the top where it feels most thrilling, as electric shocks run through my body. His hands caress my upper body, running over my flat chest, and his fingers gently pinch my nipples. After what seems the longest time, but was probably only a couple of minutes, he lifts his head and looks at me as I stare down at him adoringly. He lowers his legs and comes back to sit beside me. "You taste delicious, Wendy." "Why did you stop?" "Because I was about to cum, hands off, and there are other things I want us to do." He gives me a very short lecture on cumming, semen, and how men need to recover after an orgasm, unlike girls. "But I want you to cum, Tony. They say it's awesome." "It's a moment of pure heaven. I want to make you cum, too, but you might be a bit too young. Never mind, we can still have lots of fun until that happens. Would you like me to lick you again?" "Not just yet. Seeing as how you've seen my cunt, I think it's only fair that I see your cock." _____________________________________________________________ This is Tony. Holy fucking shit! She wants to see my cock! She's eleven! How many eleven year olds ask to see the rock hard cock of a grown man? I feel like I've won the jackpot. I stretch out beside her. "Help yourself, my darling," I murmur, locking my fingers behind my head. She sits up and carefully unbuttons the fly of my boxers. My cock springs out and she lets out a little gasp. "Oh, my God, it's awesome!" "It doesn't scare you? Most girls would run a mile if I flashed it at them." "Most girls aren't in love with you, Tony." My heart swells. She tentatively reaches out her hand and puts her fingers round the shaft. Her touch is soft and delicate and my pulse is pounding. Then she firmly grips it and slowly strokes it up and down. "Oh, that feels incrediable," I say. "Where did you learn to to that." "I know all about masturbation. Kids talk about it at school." She leans back, her mouth next to my ear. "I do it to myself, in bed at night," she whispers. "I put my finger on my cunt and rub it up and down, but it's so much better when you do it." Her hand continues its up and down motion. She lies down with her head on my stomach. If I cum now, I'll splatter her face, which would be thrilling for me, but I doubt if she's ready for that. As though she can read my thoughts, she moves to kneel between my legs, stroking all the while and now I can see her face as she gazes, entranced, at my cock, then looks up at me, adoration all over her lovely face. She grins. "I'm gonna kiss it," she murmurs. My heart is pounding so much that I briefly worry about the chance of having a heart attack. Fuck it, it'll be worth it! She lowers her head, her little tongue peeping out between her lips, and touches the end of my cock. Then she roll my foreskin back just enough to let the end of my glans to show and presses her lips to it. I never imagined that anything could be so soft. I reach out and stroke her hair. Then, amazingly, she puts her lips round it, her tongue flicking over the end, then takes the whole head right into her mouth. Her hand continues to stroke me as her head bobs up and down. "Oh, my God, sweet Jesus," I croak. "Where did you learn to do this?" She lifts her head, licking her lips, then smiles. "Everyone's heard about cocksucking," she says. "All I'm doing is sucking it. Is it nice?" "It's thrilling beyond description! Do it again." She puts it in her mouth again, her eyes looking up at me and I know I can't last much longer. "I'm gonna cum pretty soon," I warn her. She lifts her head again and to my astonishment, says, "I want you to cum in my mouth." Just those words, that declaration of true love, the offering of pure trust sends me over the top and my orgasm explodes, shooting a big blob of cum on to her cheek and she instantly takes my cock in her mouth again and I can see her cheeks hollow as she sucks. My cock pulses five or six times as I fire my load into her. "Don't stop!" I groan, and she milks my cock, sucking hard all the while, until I'm totally spent and then I say, "Okay, I'm done! I'm drained. You've sucked me dry, you darling little cocksucker." She lifts her head off me, and laughs, her open mouth dripping cum over her lower lip. I grope on the bedside table for a tissue and try to hand it to her. "Spit into this, Sweetheart." She shakes her head, closes her lips and swallows. Holy fucking shit! She's swallowed my cum! "Mmmm, that doesn't taste bad at all. Just a bit salty. Did you like that?" "Like it? It was the climax of my whole life! Oh, my darling Wendy, you can't imagine how thrilling that was. I've never had an orgasm that intense." She has a self-satifsfied smile on her face, like the cat that stole the cream. With her middle finger, she wipes drop of cum from her chin and sucks it clean. ____________________________________________________________ This is Wendy. Of course I'd heard all about cocksucking from kids at school so I kinda knew what to do, and I've heard jokes about "spit or swallow" and I knew Tony'd like it if I swallowed, just to show him how much I love him. I made him cum! Wow, that was awesome. His face was all screwed up like he was in pain, but I know it was ecstacy, and his hips lunged up as he squirted his cum into my mouth. I thought it'd taste yucky, but it wasn't bad at all, and I smiled to let him know it was okay. He lies back on the bed and I watch as his cock slowly deflates. I want to play with it again but from what he told me, I'm gonna have to wait until he's recovered. His body is magnificent, his chest big and hairly, his thighs so strong. He drifts off to sleep for a couple of minutes, then jerks awake. "Will your mum be wondering where you are?" "She won't be home for ages yet." He rolls of the bed. "I'll get your stuff out of the dryer." He leaves the bedroom then comes back with my knickers and dress. He sits on the bed and watches as I put the dress on, then hold the skirt up under my chin and slowly pull my knickers up. His gaze feels like gently fingers on my skin. Then he goes out of the bedroom and I follow him down the stairs. He reaches the bottom and turns to look at me. I'm sitting half way down, my knees up and spread and I lean back on my elbows. "Wanna start over?" I ask. The End.