			[I've had this on my tumblr for a while, but I know that when I get shut down it'll be the first to go, so I'm putting it here, to make sure it's preserved.]

Hanna was at Mrs. Autumn’s  door, bouncing on her heels in anticipation, her skirt and long brown hair swaying gently in the cool night air. She rapped against the door a second time, grabbing at the brass knocker above and tapping it against the wood. Mrs Autumn opened the door, her face covered in makeup, her body wrapped around a rather expensive dress.
“Oh hello Hanna, I’m glad you could make it!” Mrs. Autumn said, as she waved the teenager inside. For Hanna this greeting was a tad strange as the two women were neighbours, but she took it in stride as Mrs Autumn used this same greeting every time. For the past year, Hanna had baby-sat Mrs Autumn’s daughter Millie and she never did quite get the correct greeting down, but Hanna certainly didn’t mind, so long as she was allowed to spend time with Millie and pay for the things a teenager needed to pay for. Millie and Hanna knew each other too well as Mrs Autumn and Hanna’s mother were on good terms since before Hanna had even been born, so visits to each others houses and dinner parties were frequent. The two girls got on well, in spite of their age difference.
“So, Millie has had dinner already, as well as desert,” Mrs Autumn informed as they began walking past the grand piano and a trophy for a ballet recital in Millie’s name, “so don’t let her eat any more junk food, okay?”
“Oh no problem Mrs Autumn, I swear last time was just a fluke.” Hanna promised “I’ll keep both eyes on her the whole time. ”
“Alright then. You shouldn’t have any problems anyway, I got Millie to promise that she’ll be on her best behaviour.” The dialogue was cut as soon as the words had left her lips. At that second, as though wind of misfortune had blown through the house, there was a large crack of plastic being snapped into place, and pieces being dropped. Mrs Autumn went to check on the noise, while Hanna followed quickly behind. In an instant it had became evident what had caused the interruption.
Millie was standing in the middle of a minefield of toys in the left corner of the living room, the TV still on, humming a simple tune as a cartoon sun bounced back and forth. Cradled by the small child, was a fused amalgamation of a GI joe and a barbie. The arms holding a large machine gun, while the chest carried twin double D’s. Millie simply stood holding her creation, leftover pieces of the two original toys lay scattered around her in either direction.
“Mommy, Mommy, look! See! I did it! You told me she couldn’t hold the army man gun, but look! I made her do it! See! See! See!” Millie excitedly bounced around, holding her creation, smiling a toothy smile with pure pride.
Before Mrs Autumn could even say a word, Hanna blurted out “That is so… cool!”Mrs Autumn turned to glare at the teen, and then began walking to the front door, muttering under her breath about kids breaking toys and not giving her sugar again. Hanna and Millie followed her as she began to walk.
“Remember,” she said, pausing in the porch to put on her shoes “have her in bed by 8PM, I’ll be home by 11, and she’d better not still be up like last time.” the final instructions being the most important. The dressed up mother paused once more to add a final comment. “And no more sugar for the night, ok?” Hanna nodded appreciatively, a goofy smile still on her face, partially from the nice night that was ahead of her, and a little from how awesome the new toy looked. The door closed gently behind her with a simple, “mommy loves you” and in moments, Mrs Autumn’s car screech away.
The two decided to head back to the living room, Millie to play with the new doll, and Hanna to finally have an excuse to watch some cartoons and not feel too silly. After a few shows, Millie turned to Hanna, eyes as big, sweet and innocent as possible. Hanna knew the look well, it was the same look she gave moments before Hanna’s heart would melt to whatever request Millie set her mind to, often regretting it when her mother got home and Millie had downed half a cake, or had eaten all of her halloween candy, or saw a zombie movie, or, tonight, had decided to ask-
“Can I have a lollipop?”
-after having destroyed one of her more expensive toys in order to make it more awesome. Hanna could recall the words of her mother as she left having something to do with “No sweets” but at the same time, there was a lot of things that Mrs. Autumn really had no idea about. Things like where Millie had gotten a GI joe in the first place, or where Millie had seen “army of darkness”, fun things like that.
Although, that’s not to say Hanna didn’t put up any resistance. Of course she gave the somewhat wishy washy answer that her mother had told her not to let Millie eat any more sweets, and that she’d already eaten dessert, but it was to no avail. Millie simply pouted, crossed her arms and puffed out her cheeks. Like clockwork, Hanna simply could not resist the request. She began to walk down the stairs, headed in the direction of the kitchen, passing photos of Millie and her mom in various competition and locales. Mrs Autumn was a somewhat pushy parent, not a terrible mother, but a touch overly invested in her daughter’s success. Neither Millie nor Hanna held that against her, but that’s not to say it didn’t grow a touch exhausting at times. Sometimes Millie was even thankful for the rare occasion to be watched over by someone less strict.
Of course Millie did have to admit that it was a touch surreal to be around someone so much older than she was and yet making so many more mistakes then her. Dropping plates, tripping, bumping into things, these were a daily occurrence with Hanna, or at least they seemed to be to Millie and what she had seen of her. The thing about Hanna that Millie always admired though, was that every time she would drop a plate, or trip or anything she would always brush it off and laugh. Didn’t matter how bad it was, she usually just came up with a lame pun to counter it, like “had a nice trip” or something else small and silly. Millie loved that about her, even trying to replicate it every now and then when she would get in accidents.
Hanna returned momentarily, a lollipop already in her mouth, with a second one in her hand for the young girl. Hanna sat back down in the seat. She was pretending to watch the Tv but secretly, she was engrossed with the cute act of Millie trying to eat the candy. As soon as Millie had it in her hands, the small dextrous fingers set about peeling the wrapper down the hard, translucent sweet. The wrapper fluttered gracefully to the floor and Hanna spared a thought to having to pick it up later, but decided not to mention it at the time. The lollipop in Millie’s hands wasn’t one of the massive kind you’d see in a cartoon, more like a blowpop you’d get from the store, probably a simple leftover from halloween that her mother had kept. Millie had a method of making it last longer though. Instead of simply placing the treat into her mouth, she began to run her tongue along the outside, tracing the curves of the sweet tasting candy. She’d pop it in and out of her mouth, savouring the taste on her lips, playing with the juices that seemed to come off with her spit now flavoured similar to it. The lollipop began to spill down her chin, saliva running down onto her chest and the hardwood below.
Hanna thought to herself for a moment that she should probably stop the action in front of her before it became too messy when she realized just what it looked like. Millie running her tongue along the crevices and lines of the rock hard candy on her tongue. Juices dripping to the floor with a soft plip plip plip. Hanna was glued to the chair watching what couldn’t have been an intentional act as Millie continued to savour the lolli between her lips. She gave it a final kiss and finally popped it into her mouth, thrusting the stick back and forth as though she were coating her tongue in the colours of the candy, putting it into her cheek and sucking it with loud, slurping noises. Finally she would roll it back onto her tongue to slip it out slowly, letting it linger once again on her soft, tight, lips. Hanna’s breathing began to grow a little more ragged as Millie slipped the candy out once more and held it above her head, letting it drip her own saliva down into her waiting mouth. She was playing with it now. Hanna was beginning to go so far as to even wonder if she knew what it looked like; she swore the girl had to. There was no way that she could be so young, so pure, so naive that she wouldn’t know exactly how this looked, playing with the sticky fluids of the sweet like this, thrusting the hard candy into her mouth again and again.
Millie turned to the now panting Hanna, as she continued to play with the sucker. She stared into the teens eyes as the candy was once again slid in and out, pushing it against her cheek, distending it further. SHE KNEW! Hanna’s mind screamed, She had to know! There was no way that this was all just some sort of coincidence! Why was she doing this?! Hanna didn’t want to think of Millie that way! Hanna didn’t even like to think of herself as capable of thinking of Millie that way! Was it possible Hanna was just reading too deep into the young girl thrusting the thick treat in and out of her mouth, back and forth, tasting and licking every groove until it bursts juices into her mouth and down her throat.
“Hanna? What’s wrong?” Millie stared up at the girl from between the teen’s legs. Millie’s head was only just between the teen’s knees from the way she was kneeling, staring into Hanna’s eyes. She was so close to it. Hell if you were looking from behind, and simply listening to the noises you’d be forgiven for thinking that Millie actually was sucking on Hanna’s hard, erect-
“I HAVE TO GO TO THE BATHROOM!” Hanna shouted suddenly. She bolted to the lavatory, as Millie’s confused eyes followed her down the hall. The teen slammed the door, her lungs panting, her face beet red from the unintentional teasing. She held her back to the door for a moment simply trying to regain her composure. She could feel sweat beading on her face and back as she tried to think things through, as well as a certain sensation around her waist. Hanna grimaced as she contemplated what she would have to do next. She tried closing her eyes, or thinking of something else, but the familiar feeling of pressure around her waist began to grow… and grow. Why now? She silently asked herself, as she slid her hand into her skirt and pulled out the large, stiff, throbbing, cock she had tucked between them.
She stared at the large sexual organ, now finally exposed, and fully erect. How could it have gotten this hard? All she had been doing was sitting with Millie, surely she hadn’t become so perverse as to begin seeing Millie that way right? No, no, there was probably just… something in… the lollipop she was eating that had made her horny… she thought as she began to touch the thick rod. Or maybe it was puberty! Yeah, puberty. Just going to… let this pass in a few minutes. Just think unsexy thoughts and let it… let it go down. The erection persisted, still unbearably hard and long in her hand.
A minute passed, the seconds slowly ticking down. Then two. Finally after three minutes of an unchanged state, Hanna knew this was not going to be resolved so easily. For some reason, this entire time, she simply could not get Millie out of her mind. The way she was eating that lollipop seemed to captivate her thoughts, and leave her horny as all hell.
No. No that wasn’t right.
Millie was just a kid, right? A 7 year old, with… cute long blond hair, and that… nice short dress that seemed to flutter in the air a little bit, every step she took… and those white, innocent panties… that sweet smile that was always on her face and the way she… she always seemed to make everyone happy… using that cute little mouth.
Hanna stopped herself. She had been stroking the hard erection with one hand, barely conscious to what exactly she had been fantasizing about until this exact moment. And now she was harder than she had been when she had came in, the member twitching with anticipation.
Okay, she thought. I guess we’re doing this now… Hanna quickly locked the door behind her and went to sit on the toilet, the erection bouncing with every step. The cold porcelain caused her to hiss a little as she sat, while the large member still pointed excitedly. She could even see a little pre dripping out from the top. As she sat on the toilet and began to stroke herself, she began to let her mind wander to the usual things she would masturbate over. Cute boys, with nice butts and salami sticks even bigger than her own, that wouldn’t mind her own thing dangling between the legs. Hell, a few cute girls. She knew that her friend rebecca had a nice thick ass, always wearing those pairs of jeans that seemed to have to stretch around the wide cans. Her breasts, well Hanna wasn’t really a breasts girl, but Hanna did have to admit they were impressive. She didn’t exactly have perfect measurement, but if she had to take a guess, they were probably like… C cups? She didn’t really know, but they were nice. Rebecca also had this really cool thing where she could twist a cherry stem into a knot, then flick it off of her tongue. Usually this would land into Hanna’s drink, but Hanna wouldn’t complain. Rebecca’s cute freckles dotting her face always gave her that ‘county girl’ look, complemented nicely by her naturally orange hair, the gap in her teeth making her look like she was 4 or 5 years younger than she actually was… it was almost as cute as the actual missing tooth Millie’s cute mouth had, and her soft, small, wet, tongue.
Again, Hanna stopped herself from thinking about Millie. This was not the way she wanted herself to think of her. The guilt from beating off in Mrs Autumn’s bathroom was bad enough, she didn’t need to start fantasizing about her underage daughter. Hanna took a deep breath, once again hoping the erection would calm itself down. She sighed as she looked back down at the still hard organ, closed her eyes once more, and began to stroke again, trying to focus on Rebbecca.
Rebecca, dressed in her nice lingerie, the nipples and bottom cut out. Rebecca asking Hanna how she looked. Rebecca smiling seductively, moving a hand into Hanna’s lap. Rebbecca taking Hanna’s length into her mouth. Rebbecca running her tongue along the full girth. Rebecca gently lapping at the sack swinging just below, with her cute little tongue. Rebecca standing up, her cute blond hair bouncing as she did. Rebecca with her cute long dress, covering the small adorable ass and that flat chest. Millie teasingly lifting up the hem of her dress, showing off her sweet white panties.
“Dammit.” Hanna softly cursed to herself, as the image of Millie once again entered her mind unbidden. Hanna was still solid as a rock, but she just couldn’t stop thinking of Millie. She couldn’t have been more than 100 feet away, that lollipop still dangling in her cute mouth. Hanna felt so close… She let out her breath as she traced the fingers down the length once more.
Millie was pulling the hem of her dress up teasingly slow, the white simple panties underneath in plain sight, the fabric alluding to the sweet prize underneath. She’d stopped and simply stood here for a moment, the dress up to her navel, the usual innocent smile now a hint naughtier, and a touch more smug as she bounced on her heels, swaying in a non existent breeze. After a few playful swings she finally stopped her movements and continued the journey of the clothing, gently pulling it from her skin. Millie rolled the fabric as what it was using to cover her grew smaller and smaller, the rarely seen skin becoming more and more exposed, bringing it to the rib cage before pausing. She couldn’t have been more than a heartbeat away from exposing that beautiful flat chest when she paused herself again, and rolled the back first.
Millie finally lifted the dress over her head, holding it loosely in front of her supple flesh, only so much as to cover her, now otherwise bare, chest. Millie simply stood there for a moment, allowing the anticipation to build, once again bouncing on her feet. Moments passed before she nonchalantly dropped the fabric to the ground.  The cream white flesh was finally exposed, the perky underage nipples in full view of the horny teen. Millie turned around, bringing her pantie clad butt into full view for the teen. Millie asked a question, something about her panties, as she hooked her thumbs into the waist.
Hanna’s fingers began to sound wetter as she stroked the hard organ below. She began panting with anticipation from her own concocted fantasy as pre-cum practically dripped from her stiff rod. God, why did it feel this good? Why did it feel so much more intense than when she was doing it at home? Was it the simple thrill of doing something so raunchy as beating off somewhere she  wasn’t supposed to be? Somewhere she could so easily be caught? Her fingers began to grow numb as the movements grew faster. It felt as though she were getting touched by someone else, someone even more lusty than she.
Millie slipped the panties down, letting them slide in one fluid, smooth, slow, motion, bending her chest down, while keeping her ass up to keep the view centered on her tight butt. She let them land in a pile on the floor, exposing her puffy, pink, innocent underaged pussy. It seemed to be glinting, partially due to the way the hairless skin was reflecting the light, mostly with the arousal that was practically dripping to the floor. Millie turned around, and smiled as Hanna’s attention was drawn to the wet sex in front of her. The naughty smile persisted as she began to lower herself, sinking to her knees.
“Little slut…” the teen whispered to herself, her speed ramping up even further, her second hand tracing up into her perky teen breasts underneath her shirt.
Millie’s hand began to creep forward, toward the erect member in front of her. Delicately grasping it in her small hands, she began to stroke the organ. Millie started with light ministrations, working carefully, moving from the shaft to the tip with time. As the pre began to spill from the hard member her pace began to increase, changing to Hanna’s lusts until she was matching the teens furious speed. The smile on Millie’s face faded as her eyes began to grow more focused on the erection, a curious lust creeping into her mind as she stroked.
Hanna began to gasp and pant, she felt as though she was so close she could burst. All it would take would be a few more seconds, a few more strokes and Hanna could finally be in relief from this eternal torment.
Millie stopped. Half way across the shaft, her hand froze. She looked up at Hanna, a mocking expression creeping across her face. She had Hanna, almost literally, by the balls. This wasn’t the Millie in the other room, slurping away at her sweet treat. This Millie could be so cruel, and so kind in ways the other wouldn’t dream of. Millie began to tilt her head towards the stiff cock, her little tongue lolling out of her head lazily. Her tongue was only just below the shaft, so teasingly close to be unbearable. Millie tilted her head up, giving a quick, teasing lick to the stiff rod.
Hanna twitched involuntarily as Millie’s tongue began to go to work, rubbing across the head of the massive cock. Her tongue traced the groves of the head as if it was the lollipop that had been in her mouth not a moment ago. No, this was more than that, Millie was treating the hard dick with such reverence that it could be considered even better than the small candy she adored so much before.
“Mm… dick is your new favourite treat now. Isn’t it you cocktease?” Millie moaned softly, still lost in the confines of her own beautiful fantasy. She was stroking the member in her hand as fast as she could, her second appendage moving from her breasts to the wet hole just below her balls, as Millie began to slip in one of her small fingers to match the movements. She gave the thick stick a final kiss before it finally exploded in Hanna’s hands, shooting off spurt after spurt of off white jizz onto the wall adjacent.
Hanna collapsed back onto the porcelain, the relief of the orgasm smashing into her like a train. She sat there for a moment or two. She felt the limp weightless relief of a perfect orgasm as she tried to stir herself into a sitting position. Hanna looked around the bathroom. The juices sprayed were now running down the wall, pooling onto the floor, dripping across a picture of Millie she hadn’t noticed before. Finally, the weight began to settle of just who Hanna been stroking to as the seed began to spill over Millie’s frozen, smiling, adorable, face.
Hanna grabbed some wads of toilet paper to clean the scene up, wiping semen from the wall and picture. Not much she could do about the scent except turn the fan on and hope for the best, making a mental note to do so when she left. She washed her hands, and took a look at herself in the mirror. What stared back didn’t feel quite right, the pieces were all there of course, same short brown hair framing her face, same button nose, same blue eyes, but it all felt subtly wrong.
Something in those eyes, something in that face, something behind the way her lips were curled just felt off. She put her head in her hands and groaned. She would have to try to make sense of this later, Hanna thought, as she stepped out of the bathroom. Her head was still in her hands when she went to sit down in the same seat she’d gotten up from. Millie had long since finished the lollipop that seemed to trigger the events, and was simply holding the stem between her lips, chewing it as though it were little more than a toothpick and not something that had set Hanna into a moral downward spiral. Millie stared up at the teen. It was a horrifying rarity to see Hanna like this, and Millie couldn’t help but want to turn her mood around.
“Hanna?” she murmured “ Are you ok? You look sad.” Hanna didn’t respond, except for drawing herself closer together. Millie had never seen her this upset before. She walked over to Hanna, hoping that she could draw some form of interaction, maybe even something happy. Millie reached and put a hand on the knee of her skirt, rubbing the teen’s leg in a comforting way. Drawing the fabric back and forth Millie could hear Hanna’s breathing growing a little calmer, a little less ragged, and assumed it was working. As she moved it back and forth she began to notice something solid poking out of the skirt. It was small, barely bigger than a quarter, but it certainly was solid, consistently at the inner thigh. Millie’s curiosity began to toy with her mind. Why did Hanna have a bump? Millie’s fingers began to trace the fabric underneath them, the moments dragging on, the cartoons turning to white noise, the world seeming to freeze around her. Millie began to wonder as her fingers moved slowly around the knee of the fabric.
“Hey… Hanna? What’s that?” She asked, once again drawing no response from the teen curled in her seat as Hanna assumed she was simply referring to the cartoons on screen.
Millie didn’t try to be rude on a day to day basis, and she knew that it would be rude to grab at the strange bump in Hanna’s skirt. However, she was still a child, and every child is curious. So, with no answers coming from the depressed teen above, Millie began to slid her hand closer to the anomaly. As the small digits began to feel around Hanna began to sense something wrong in the air, a change of mood like the difference between when Millie was playing a joke and when she was well behaved. Something was coming, she could sense it in her bones.
As Millie’s pointer finger connected with Hanna’s cock, Hanna jumped so hard she nearly fell out of her chair. Her eyes flew open, her arms slammed into the rests to either side of her, and her knuckles turned white. Millie somehow hadn’t noticed the explosion of movement from Hanna, and continued to poke and prod at the soft, slightly oversensitive, cock. Unknowingly tormenting the teen as she writhed above, Millie prodded and poked with a child’s curiousity.
“Millie,” Hanna hissed between clenched teeth “What. are. You. do-aauuu” Hanna let out a moan as the outside stimulation finally began to work its magic on her willpower, letting it crumble into dust as her penis grew fully erect underneath her skirt.
“Hanna, what’s that?” Millie repeated her question from earlier.
“That’s something that good little girls shouldn’t be touching.” Hanna replied. Millie was staring up at her with that same cute naive look. Deep down Hanna knew she had to find some way of backing out of this scenario, NOW.
“Can I see it?” Millie looked up pleadingly.
“I-I don’t think I can show you it.” Millie puffed out her cheeks. “Millie that’s not going to work this time, this isn’t something that you sh-”
“I wanna see it!” Hanna knew there would be no calming her down now without showing her. She’d dug herself in this hole and now there was one way out.
“Oh… Okay, just…. Just swear you won’t tell your mother, alright?” Millie’s face lit up as Hanna’s resolve finally crumbled. Hanna shook a little as she began to take down her skirt and panties, presenting the huge erection in front of Millie’s awestruck face. Hanna had to admit, it was bizarre to see Millie taking this so much better than she was, as she sat back down.
“W…What is it?” Millie asked, a look of wonder in her eyes.
“It’s a penis.” Hanna replied. “Most girls don’t have one, but I… do.” A thought began to enter Hanna’s mind, spurred on by moments ago in the bathroom, but she tried to dismiss it.
“What do you do with it?” Millie asked. Conscience or not, this was the moment Hanna’s thought finally pushed her.
“Well… you know what you were doing with the lollipop?”
“Yeah?”
“If you do that to a penis it feels really good for me.”
“Ohh.” God, Millie was too innocent. She looked back up at Hanna “You looked upset earlier. Do you want me to make you feel good?” Hanna could feel a bead of sweat go down her back. This was the point of no return. Already had her skirt down in front of a 7 year old, but this was really the point of no return, the point where she proved it to herself. Her heart was pounding in her ears as she breathed one simple word.
“Sure.”
Millie’s head was mere inches away from the hard member.
“What’s it smell like?” She asked.
“Take a whiff.” Millie took a few experimental draws. It was weird blend of strong, musky, and a little fishy. There was something about the scent that seemed to make Millie feel a little strange. It wasn’t exactly pleasant, but it was almost like gasoline. It was strong and intriguing, even though it wasn’t good in any conventional sense. Hanna watched as Millie breathed in the strong scent of her cock, surprisingly turned on by the naively lewd display.
“Do you like the smell?” Hanna asked.
“It’s… interesting.” Millie said breathing deep. “It’s a little like fish, but… different.” Millie continued to breathe in the scent of the hard cock in front of her. “What’s it taste like?” She asked, her face in almost a trance-like state.
“Wh-why don’t you find out?” Hanna asked, a stammer creeping into her voice as her nerves were completely shot. Millie’s eyes closed, she stuck her tongue out, and took an experimental lick of the erection.
“Blech! It’s salty.” The disgust showing clearly across her scrunched face, the trance shattered. Perhaps it was just the way that Hanna had described what she was supposed to do, but Millie was expecting it to taste a lot sweeter, closer to the lollipop Hanna had mentioned, or at the very least to taste like the fish it smelled like. This was completely different. “Are you sure this feels good Hanna?”
Hanna was biting her lips, a look of intense pleasure across her face. “Y-yea… just…. Keep going.”
“Okay, if you say so.” Millie continued to run her tongue along the head of the member, trying her best to ignore or just get used to the taste, silently hoping that this would make Hanna act less strange. She began to put her tongue into the grooves near the head, the remnants of the bathroom masturbation sticking onto her tongue. The taste hit her like a sack of bricks, but she didn’t want to spit it out in front of Hanna. Millie didn’t really know if that would be rude or not, and it might make Hanna act even weirder, so she kept her head down, swallowing whatever ended up in her mouth.
Above, Hanna twitched and squirmed to each of the small child’s movements. Every lick felt as intense and hot as though it were from the burning flames of hell itself, but with the pleasure and tenderness of an angel’s kiss. Hanna’s pulse was in her ears, her conscience long abandoned, her cock in the experimental hands of a 7 year old, and it felt like heaven.
“Can you move a little lower, Millie?” Millie nodded, and began to trace her tongue down the grooves of the dick, moving to the shaft, her digit experimentally tracing the veins of the solid tube. Hanna’s breathing was ragged as Millie worked her way up and down, saliva beginning to drip down, hitting the floor with the same plip noise as the lollipop had made earlier. Hanna was panting and moaning in time to Millie’s movements, but there was something she wanted to try.
“Millie, you see that pouch down there?” Millie looked to just below where the cock was connected to Hanna, but above her vagina. There, a sack made of flesh holding two spheres dangled lazily below. Millie nodded. “Alright, put it in your mouth and suck on it.” Millie did as she was told, holding up the shaft with one hand and sucking on the scrotum. Her tongue began to unconsciously move along the wrinkled flesh, encouraged as with every rotation Hanna would utter a “god yes.” just loud enough for Millie to hear.
Millie couldn’t understand why she was feeling so strange as she put the originally foreign flesh into her mouth and sucked. She felt lightheaded, hot, and dizzy. It was like having a fever but more pleasant for lack of a better word. She felt as though she was burning up, but it wasn’t an unpleasant kind of burning, just exciting. Millie breathed in deep, inhaling the scent of the cock towering above her, now dripping with her own saliva, the stones still in her mouth, her tongue still running across them. Hanna moaned softly above. Millie wondered to herself if she was ok. Maybe they were both sick, that would explain why she was acting weird and Millie was feeling so different. Hanna’s breath was ragged as she looked down at the crouched child, the scrote still in her mouth.
“Can you… can you l-haaa… can you lick my pussy?” She asked, moving in and out of moans.
“Lmmf ymff wmmf?” Millie tried to speak with her mouth full of balls.
“Spit them out, Millie.” Millie did so, and repeated her question.
“Lick your what?” Hanna realized once again, that she was talking to a 7 year old.
“Lift up my balls.” Millie at least deduced what Hanna meant there, gently cradling the swinging scrotum in her hands, “Do you see the hole there?”
“The one that looks like a cunny?” So that’s what the kids were calling it now.
“Yeah. C-can you lick it too? It’ll feel really good for me.” Millie nodded and began to work her tongue into the slit, Hanna’s moans only increasing above. Millie thought to herself why Hanna had a cunny to begin with as she slurped at the velvet soft walls of flesh surrounded by her tongue. Millie wondered if she was the really strange one, the only one not born with a penis as her tongue went deeper. Millie started to put her tongue to the small button above the hole, every lick making Hanna’s legs twitch involuntarily, as the moans grew louder.
“O-ok, now I want you to put the top part in your mouth, and suck on it like a lollipop, okay?” Millie licked the juices around her lips and nodded, moving her head to the top of the cock she’d been working on. She wrapped her mouth around the head and began to suck, pre and saliva flowing into her throat as she did. “J-just like that. Now I want you to try and take the length deeper in ok?” Millie began to rock her head further down the impressive length, taking it deeper into her awaiting tight, wet, soft mouth. Hanna could almost feel the back of Millie’s tonsils just tickling the head as Millie moved. Hanna put a hand on Millie’s head, somewhere between guiding her and encouraging her, moving it across the shaft at her own pace,dipping the head back and forth along the length.
Millie’s mouth felt amazing. The walls of flesh smooth and velvety soft, the slippery tongue darting back and forth across the underside, the way she was sucking with earnest, it all felt too good to Hanna. She began bobbing Millie’s head faster and deeper, her hand forcing Millie to take more of the length. Hanna could feel the inside of Millie’s throat on her cock, wrapped around her even tighter than her mouth had been. Millie began to gag below, clearly far from ready to take this sort of length in. Hanna’s hips began to thrust, only forcing the member further down into Millie’s throat as she started to barrel towards a climax.
Finally Hanna let go of the poor girl’s head, leaving it as she exploded into orgasm. The first and largest burst travelled straight into Millie’s mouth, and was swallowed instantly. Millie pulled her head back in disgust, as the rest coated Millie from head to stomach. Spurt after spurt flew from the still erupting, engorged member, webs and lines of it dripping from the girl’s cheeks, lips and forehead like a mask. Droplets ran down to splatter onto the originally clean dress, followed by the final and smallest spurts of semen. Hanna was in ecstasy.
Millie was more… sticky than anything else. She was still kneeling, not entirely sure what to do, covered in a white substance that she didn’t know the first thing about. The odor was similar to the scent of the dick that was just in her mouth, but far stronger. The increased potency slamming in her head, spinning the room and turning her knees to jelly. She was feeling so strange. The burning sensation seemed to be playing havoc with her now, and she wished she could get some sort of relief from it. Hanna sat up, finally noticing the sperm caked girl, and fought with the growing desire to fuck her face again.
“Uh… you were s-supposed to swallow that.” The words came out shakily. Millie shook her head gently, trying not to dislodge too much of the seed and make too much of a mess, or open her mouth in case some would fall in. “Well th-then I should get you cleaned for bed.” Millie nodded, equally careful not to spill, a dollop dripping off her forehead anyway and landing onto the floor.
Hanna guided Millie into the bathroom, her eyes mostly shut, and turned on the hot water. Hanna noticed that she’d forgotten to turn on the fan from the last time she was in, but it didn’t really matter much now that Millie was draped in semen. Hanna checked the water as it spilled into the tub. Warm, not too hot. She set the plug into the drain, and pulled Millie’s dress over her head. Her eyes were still mostly shut, as was her mouth, so Hanna decided to use the dress to quickly wipe away what hadn’t already dried to her face.
“Mmm… Hanna?” Millie mumbled through the makeshift cloth, once it had gotten around her mouth.
“Yeah, Millie?” Hanna tossed the semen soaked cloth over to one corner of the room, making a mental note to throw it in the wash before she forgot.
“Can you get sick from… making people feel better?”
“Why do you say that, Millie?”
“Because I’ve been feeling weird, down in my cunny ever since I was playing with your penis. And there’s this weird stuff that keeps coming out of it too.” The girl looked up at her babysitter, face bright red, breathing ragged.
“Oh. Uh…” Hanna wasn’t really sure what to do at first. Her original thought legitimately was a fever or something, some hygiene issue she didn’t realize making Millie nauseous. But this, this was different. This was obvious. This had only one cure, and right now she knew that the both of them were going to need it, as the organ betwixt her legs began to grow swell again. “I know how to fix that.”
“That’s good. It isn’t a shot right? I don’t like shots.” Hanna was already pulling off her shirt, and sliding her skirt to the ground, the chubby member slipping out of her panties. “Is it that you have to take a bath with me?”
“No, not quite. This might hurt or feel strange for a second, though. After that it’ll feel really, really good, so I’m gonna need you to do what I tell you and try to just relax, ok?” Millie nodded. Hanna turned off the bathwater, last thing she’d need was to flood the house. “Alright, first thing I want you to do is lean against the wall, ok?” Millie nodded, placing her hands on the wall on the other side of the tub, her butt naturally sticking out. Hanna’s dick began to grow harder. “Alright, next I want you to spread your legs.” Millie began to shuffle her legs in either direction, unconsciously parting her cheeks as she did. Hanna’s once only semi erect member grew to it’s full impressive length, as she stared into Millie’s backdoor.
“Hanna? It feels weird to be standing like th-HAA!” Millie’s complaints were cut off. She felt something slimy prod into her asshole, as Hanna’s tongue started lapping away at the small eye between her cheeks. Millie began to shake, this was the first time she’d ever felt something quite like this, as the small fleshy slug buried itself deeper and deeper into the sacred crevice. “Hanna, are you sure thiIIISSss is a way to cure me?” Millie hissed, holding back a moan of pleasure.
“It’ll gtt you raddy for wath net.” Hanna spat, her tongue still a decent ways into Millie’s tight underage hole. Besides, she thought to herself, it tastes wonderful. After a few minutes of running the digit back and forth along the anus, she pulled it out with a wet slip. The hole was now wider, almost gaping compared to what it was when she had started. She spread it further open and began to put her finger to the opening.
“Hanna, what are you doing?” the girl cried as the teen began to slip a lone digit into the hole and gently move it back and forth. “It feels…” Hanna continued to slip it in and out of the young girl’s ass, letting the lube of her own saliva make gentle squelching noises as she moved back and forth. “It feels…” Hanna slipped in her middle finger, and began to move back and forth faster, letting the noise of the squelching bounce around the room. “It’s… starting to… feel… good!” Millie moaned, thrusting her hips back in time to Hanna’s movements, trying to increase the speed and depth.
“Whoa, whoa… Millie, wait. I know what’ll make this feel better for both of us.” Hanna stepped to one side of the dazed Millie, her hard throbbing erection mere inches from the girl’s face. “Put this in your mouth for a second.” Millie didn’t need to be told twice. She took the entire rod down to the base in one go, lapping it up with a sense of reverence as she worked her way back up to the head. “Yeah, just like that Millie, but really try to coat it in your spit.” Millie tried to put as much spit in her mouth as she could as she went up and down the erect cock, coating it in saliva until it began to run down into the tub below. “Alright, let go Millie.” Hanna walked back behind the burning 7 year old, and positioned her cock into the entrance of Millie’s wet anus. “Let me know if I go too fast, ok?” Hanna said as she slowly inserted the erection inside.
Millie moaned as she began to feel the hot organ penetrate her tight hole slowly. Inch by inch, the rod was pushed deeper and deeper into the young girl, every second seemed to stretch on through eternity as Millie’s ass unwittingly tightened around the massive member. She could feel every groove, every line, every vein that had once been in her mouth, rubbing up against the walls of her tight hole and it felt amazing in a way that she could never describe. Her feet were numb, her body felt light, her brain felt as though it were melting to the mind numbing pleasure. In a word, Millie was in ecstasy.
Above, Hanna slowly made the initial thrust, boring the member deeper and deeper into the tight young girl. Every centimeter was another accomplishment against the close, soft, delicate walls of her no longer virgin hole. The heat and wetness around her were unbearable, the pleasure tearing into her mind as she tore into Millie. Hanna had never had sex before, and she knew she didn’t want to break Millie’s hymen (not this young at least), that was why she chose anal. Now, with her full member hilted in the small girl, she had a new question. Just how long was she going to last plowing that tight hole, anyway?
She started to pull out of the tight girl as Millie moaned and squirmed underneath, feeling it slowly slide out of her ass. Hanna paused for a minute, strangely drained from the simple act of burying herself to the hilt. As she panted, member only halfway inside, Millie began to grow impatient.
“Hanna? I don’t think I’m cured.” she murmured, looking over her shoulder at the teen. “Can you give me a bit more of a treatment?” A coy smile began to play across her lips, spreading to Hanna as she held onto Millie’s hips.
Hanna thrusted into the now lusty 7 year old, burying herself half deep in a matter of seconds, instead of the minutes it had taken the first time. Millie crooned beneath, throwing her blonde hair back as the cock penetrated her once again and letting out another quiet moan. Hanna started slowly and shallowly. She might have penetrated Millie as deeply as possible but she really didn’t want to go too fast for the poor girl, and virgin or not, she knew that being rough was only going to end in tears. Hanna could hear Millie moaning from in front with every thrust, and began to silently plead that no one would be able to hear them. That this night could be a in a vacuum of her life. Something that happened once and disappeared into the mists of time itself.
The only two sounds in the room was the gentle “schlick… schlick” of Hanna’s cock as it penetrated the young girl, and the loud moans and gasps of the two girls breathing. Millie felt amazing. There wasn’t a word in the young child’s vocabulary that could explain the sensation of her ass being drilled by the teen girl, and the only way she knew to express herself, or even vocalize anything was by moaning like a ghost. Her legs began to thrust back against Hanna’s movements, slamming the cock deeper and harder into herself, bringing her closer and closer to… something. Something she didn’t know, but by god she was excited to find out about.
Hanna began to feel an animal lust take over her as she was thrusting, a hunger for this girl she was riding. She didn’t just want to fuck her. Suddenly she wanted to rape her. She wanted to break her. She wanted to thrust into her until her holes were the shape of her cock, and overblown with her semen. Her hips began to buck a little faster.
The two were now thrusting into each other, moans and screams complimenting as the two basked in an unearthly pleasure beyond which any mortal should ever partake in. Millie didn’t want this feeling to ever go away, and Hanna couldn’t have asked for someone she’d wanted to lose her virginity to more. Both girls were close as the noise of their hips slapping each other grew more and more frantic, each one trying to put out their own internal fire as they moved faster and faster.
Finally Hanna gave one final thrust into young Millie’s ass, unleashing the largest, thickest and most intense orgasm she’d ever had inside of the girl. Millie came for the first time in her life giving one final loud moan to the heavens above, basking, weightless in the moment.
Hanna lingered here for a moment. It wasn’t with any intention, she simply had to take a moment to finish basking in such pleasure. To realign herself with reality. Millie, too, was in no condition to move for a few seconds.
Finally the Hanna began to cool down, pulling the mostly flaccid organ out of the young girl. Her seed began to trickle out as well, splashing into the drawn bath that had been drawn what felt like an eternity ago. Millie didn’t move for a while, but as the semen began to leak out of her ass, she started to move her feet, edging them away from the place they had been for so long. She started to pull them together and felt a slight, dull, pain in her backdoor. Hanna helped her into the still warm bath, the water drawing as much seed as it could out of the girl’s abused hole. Hanna helped her clean herself, trying to ignore the wonderful feeling of having one’s first time that had been holding her, and the bittersweet guilt of it being with someone so naive, and so innocent.
Millie scrubbed herself head to toe, wiping the sweat and semen off of herself. When she left the tub, you wouldn’t believe that she was any different than the way Mrs. Autumn had left her. Hanna checked the clock outside. 8PM. Neat. If she wanted to, she could send Millie to bed now and have technically followed one of Mrs. Autumn’s instructions for once. It would be kind of a nice change of pace. She turned to Millie, who was already yawning and rubbing her eyes, a warm smile crossing her face.
“Let’s get you tucked into bed, ok?” Hanna said.
“MmMmm.” Millie murmured. Hanna picked up the nearly asleep child and put her into her bed.
“Now, don’t go telling your mom about anything that happened tonight. I kinda want to keep that our little secret, ok?” Millie looked at her sleepily.
“Ok, Hamma.” and with that she was snoring.
A few weeks passed. Another business call for Mrs. Autumn, another night to watch Millie for Hanna. It was weird. There was so much that felt like it changed that night. Yet, the next day, everything was the exact same. Hanna still woke up the same, had the same breakfast, talked to the neighbours, felt the sun, hung out with friends; life was still good. Now, there they both were. Millie playing with a tyrannosaurus with a purse, Millie flicking through cartoons. Deep down, and Hanna hated herself for thinking it, but she kind of wished the whole thing could happen again. That was why she was here, right? She had, and then canceled plans tonight to be with Millie, so why was she here? Suddenly Millie set her toy down and walked towards Hanna.
“Hanna,” she started, a coy smile on her lips, “can I have a lollipop?”