One afternoon, I saw my neighbor's daughter Patsy, who is currently 9, and the kid from across the street, Ralphie, age 8, climb through a broken sheet of plywood and climb into a boarded up garage across the alley from me. I was inquisitive as to what they were doing so I snuck over.

There was significant brush along two sides of the garage. One other side was obscured with paint coating the insides of the windows. That left only the side with both an overhead door and the man-door they used to enter. I approached the man-door hoping to be able to see in, but to no avail.

I could however, hear their discussion clearly. I heard her say to him, "Hold still Ralphie, your jumping around so much I can keep it in my mouth."

Instantly, my interest went from causal to urgent. I quickly searched for other ways to seen in, but could not find anything. I walked back to the man-door and was ready to do something drastic when I caught sight of some movement through a crack between two panels of the overhead door. I knelt down and slowly crawled my way to an area that was shaded from the sun by trees.

When I looked in, I saw an older car, passenger side door open, and the boy laying on his back on the bench seat, his head toward the passenger door. Patsy was standing over him with her mouth securely fastened to his little pencil dick. Her head was bobbing rapidly up and down. I could easily hear the slurping sounds she was making as she maintained her contact. I watched for more then a minute while she continued to minister to Ralphie.

Suddenly, the boy reached up and pushed her head up and away from his little prick. From my vantage point, I could see strings of clear spit bridge the gap between her mouth and his cock for a brief second then break, the ends receding to their respective ends.

"Was that good," she asked him?

"Yeah, it was the best," he said to her.

"Do you want me to do it again," she asked.

"In a few minutes," he responded. "Do you want me to lick you like we do sometimes?"

"Uh huh," he told her.

He knelt up, crawled to the open door, and stepped out. His shorts and skivvies were around his ankles when he attempted to step out. "Patsy, I need you to take my pants off so I can get my feet out," he said to her.

She reached out and slipped one side of his blue shorts and white skivvies over his ankles and off his foot. As soon as he felt it free, he stepped out and onto the floor with his clothes still in the other foot and ankle.

"Ralphie, let me take my clothes off before I climb inside," she said to him.

"Can I take them off for you?" he asked her.

"If you want to," she responded.

She stood at the open door and he pulled her yellow shorts down over her hips and slid them down just below her knees. He then took hold her white panties with blue printed bows and pulled them down. As he pulled her panties lower, he grabbed her shorts and pulled them together to her ankles. "Lift your right foot," he told her.

She did and he pulled her shorts and undies free of her foot. Without further communications, she lifted the other foot and he removed them completely, tossing them onto the hood of the car.

With her legs now bare of any restrictive clothing, she put her butt on the edge of the car seat, then using her heels, pushed her way slightly further into the car.

There was apparently a small hole in the roof of the garage, because the there was a small patch of sunlight shining on her stomach, almost right on her little girl pudenda.

Oh, how I, how I wished the sun would quickly move so that it was directly illuminating her little girl lips. I was still fantasying about her almost baby lips when the light was suddenly obliterated by Ralphie's head. I totally missed his climb back to kneel on the doorsill of the car and lean over her body. His lips were now directly on the juncture of her little girl pussy lips.

I watched for some time as the two kids worked to provide the 9 years old with her dose of stimulation. Finally, about 5 or 7 minutes in, she pulled her knees up smartly and commanded him, "Ralphie, suck real hard on that little button and put your finger where I showed you in me."

His left hand went between the seatback and her hips and disappeared. His right hand went up to her pussy and pulled her left right pussy lip apart. This provided my first sight of her little bundle of joyous nerve endings. When his mouth found it, she began squirming rapidly under his ministrations. I continued to watch for several more minutes until she squeaked out, "Ralphie, that's enough. Quite now!" and dropped her legs back onto the edge of the seat cushion.

She lay there a minute or so then slid her body out of the car to stand next to the boy. "What should we do now?" he asked her.

"My stomach is growling; I'm hungry. I think we better get out of here and go home for lunch," she said to him.

"Do you want to come back later this afternoon?" he asked her.

"If you want to," she said.

"Ralphie, do you know Cheyenne wants you to suck her pussy like you do for me. Do you want me to see if she wants to come over with me this afternoon?"

"Do you think she'll keep our secret?"

"I think so, after all, she let's her brother put his fingers inside her. That's how I learned how to have you do it for me."