I'd popped into the surgery to pick up my prescription for my regular medication and meandered across the road to the pharmacy.

"Be about twenty minutes I'm afraid," the assistant told me apologetically.

"No problem," I assured her. "I'll wait."

I took a seat next to a lady with her two children, a boy and a girl. They were both attractive kids, although I took more interest in the girl who was dancing around the little store. She had a pretty little face, green eyed with blonde hair in a bell shape which framed her lovely face perfectly, held out of her eyes with a pink hair slide. She was absolutely delightful and I caught her eye a couple of times. Each time I did she gave me a beautiful smile.

She had a short summer dress on, red and white horizontal stripes with a pink cardigan over the top and a little pair of pink sandals. I watched her dance around and as she went behind one of the racks, I saw her little hand come down to the front of her dress and she appeared to be pulling her knickers out of her pussy slit. Her hand lingered there longer than I would have expected and she appeared to rub herself briefly.

She saw me watching her but didn't seem bothered. I winked at her and she smiled back before she hooked her finger into the gusset and pulled her knickers out of her bum the way little girls do. I had no clue how old she was, but I'd have put her at probably no more than about 8 or so I wouldn't have thought.

A song came on the radio which was playing in the background behind the counter, and she began dancing around to it. Then she did it again. Her hand was between her legs and she appeared to be rubbing it.

"Izzy..." her mother said quietly but sharply to her, "stop doing that!"

"Can't help it..." she complained, "it itches!"

Her mother sighed in exasperation. Well I'd found out her name anyway. Izzy. I kept an eye on her as she darted back behind the racks out of her Mum's eye-line and she rubbed between her legs yet again.

"Prescription for Isabel Sawyer?" the assistant called.

"Me me!" the little girl ran to the counter.

The woman stood up and joined her daughter.

"Address?" the assistant asked for confirmation.

"34 Elmwood Crescent." Izzy's Mum told her.

I made a mental note of the address. It was just around the corner from me.

"Apply twice daily and again before bed." the assistant instructed.

"Thanks," Izzy's Mum said before lowering her voice, "hopefully she'll stop scratching and rubbing now... come on you two!"

The woman led the way followed by the boy and then the little girl. As she passed I gave her a goodbye wink and a wave.

"Bye!" she said, waving back and giving me a smile.

Shortly afterwards mine was done, and I made my way home. I decided to go via Elmwood Crescent so that I could see which one was number 34, where Isabel Sawyer lived. After I'd clocked it, I made sure that whenever I walked to the shops, I chose the route that took me past her house on the off chance I might bump into the little blonde beauty again.

I was beginning to lose hope that I'd see her, or thought maybe I'd even remembered the address wrong, as after a couple of weeks of going past the house virtually every day, I hadn't. Then it occurred to me. The time of day I went past, she'd be at school! Derrr!

It was around midday the following Monday that I had to go past again. It was a lovely day. Warm and unusually, the sun was shining. I could hear children out playing and it dawned on me that the school holidays must have started. As I got near to number 34 I could see her, and it was certainly worth waiting for.

She was in the front garden splashing about with a small paddling pool. Not only that, but she looked superb in a little white two piece swimming costume with little flowers all over it. I noticed her bikini bottoms were a little way down so I clocked a lovely view of her super little bum crack. As well as that, half of it was rucked up between her bum cheeks making it look like a little thong. Like before, I noticed that every so often, she rubbed between her legs. Obviously the cream from the chemist wasn't working. She must have remembered me, because as I passed, she smiled and gave me a wave. I waved back of course.

"Izzy... what have I told you about strangers?" I heard her Mum call from the kitchen window.

"But he's not a stranger Mummy... we saw him before remember?"

Isabel's Mum appeared in the doorway wiping her hands on a tea towel, looking over at me before she started walking in my direction.

"Sorry," I said apologetically as she neared me. "It's my fault. I shouldn't have waved."

"Oh hello," she said in quite a friendly way. "Wasn't it you in the chemist the other week?"

"Er yeah," I replied. "Look I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to cause a problem."

"It's okay," she said warmly, 'it was just that I didn't recognise you from back there... still getting used to these bloody contacts!" she laughed.

Little Izzy came running over towards us.

"You look like you're having fun?" I said.

"I am!" she giggled.

"And you look very summery. As nice as the weather!" I laughed.

"Makes a bloody change doesn't it?" Izzy's Mum laughed.

"Oh I'm Maureen by the way," she said holding a hand out. "Mo to my friends!"

"Peter," I replied. "Pete!"

We shook.

"And this little rascal is my daughter Izzy... well Isabel when she's naughty!"

I laughed.

"Yeah... the only time my Mum called me Peter was when I was naughty as well..." I said, looking at the smiling little girl.

"And that one over there..." she said, pointing to the boy I'd seen with her, "is Thomas."

She started laughing. I didn't quite get the joke and I looked at her with a puzzled expression.

"Our surname is SAWYER!" she told me.

Then it clicked.

"You mean as in Tom... Sawyer?" I asked.

"Yeah!' she laughed again. "My husband... ex-husband I should say, had a strange sense of humour. I could have bloody murdered him when he told me he'd registered him as that!"

I looked across at Thomas. I hadn't really looked at him when I'd seen him before, as I was so captivated by his little sister. He was wearing a pair of light blue swimming trunks, the skimpy speedo type. His little bum filled them nicely and as he ran around, I noticed a healthy little bulge at the front as well. He spotted me looking and gave me a friendly wave. Izzy started to do a little dance like she wanted to do a wee.

"Stop that Iz..." Mo said to her daughter quietly.

"I can't..."

"Then go and put some of your cream on then!"

Isabel went running off indoors.

"She's got a bit of an itch..." Izzy's mum confided before lowering her voice. "Down there!" she pointed.

I nodded.

"Must be uncomfortable bless her..."

"And embarrassing," Mo added. "That's why we were in the chemists to get her some cream... for all the bloody good that's doing. Anyway I better go and check she's okay. Nice chatting to you and I'm pleased I know you a bit better now."

"Me too," I replied. "I take it that it's okay for me to chat to them now when I pass?"

"Course it is!" she laughed before she made her way in.

I continued my journey to the shops taking my time, as I hoped to see little Izzy again by the time I wandered back. With a bit of luck she'd have put her cream on and would be back in the garden. I must have timed it right because she had and she was.

She'd changed out of her little bikini now and was wearing a little pink one piece costume which fitted her sweet little body like it had been sprayed on. Her delicious bum looked fantastic and I could have rammed my cock right up it there and then. Tom was still running around in his sexy trunks too. The minute Izzy saw me, she came charging over again.

"Hiya!" she said all breathless and red faced.

"Hiya yourself again!" I laughed. "You look like your having fun?"

She nodded.

"I like it when the sun shines and it's all warm... I get to play in my pool!"

"I can see!" I laughed. "You've changed your cossie?"

"Yeah... I got cream all over the other one!" she told me.

"Oh." I said.

I was really enjoying talking to this little blonde beauty. She was a right little chatterbox too.

"Do you live in this road as well?" she asked.

"No..." I replied, "I live in the close?"

"That's where Abbi lives!" she said excitedly with a big smile.

"Abbi?"

"My bestest friend!" she told me. "I'm allowed to go round there on my bike."

"Oh well in that case I'll look out for you then. What number does Abbi live at?"

She thought for a moment with her finger in her mouth, the way little girls do.

"Dunno!" she finally said. "It's the house with the blue door..."

I knew it. The family hadn't lived there very long and I'd already clocked little Abbi. She was a right little cracker as well.

"Does Abbi have long black hair?" I asked.

"Uh-huh." Izzy nodded.

"I know the house you mean. I live about four doors away from her. You'll have to introduce me to her when your next round?" I told her.

Izzy nodded.

"So how old are you then?"

"Seven" she told me, "and Thomas is 9. Abbi is nearly 7... I'm older than her!" she said proudly.

That was useful information she gave me. All in one hit too.

"Right... I better get home," I said reluctantly, "otherwise the ice cream I just brought is going to melt!"

"Ooh I love ice cream!" she smiled. "What flavour did you get?"

"Mint with chocolate chips and swirls..."

"Oh yummy... that's my favourite!" she squealed.

"Mine too!" I told her. "Next time you're round my street.... only if it's okay with Mummy that is... give me a knock and you can have some okay?"

"Yeah!" she said delightedly.

"Well you take care poppet and see you again. Bye!"

"Bye!" she said with a little wave.

I started to wander off and I heard her call out.

"Uncle Pete?"

I turned round and she blew me a sweet little kiss. I waved and blew her one back before I made my way home.

When I got home I made a coffee and had a cigarette, unable to take my mind off Isabel. She was an absolute darling and from what I'd seen of her, so was her friend Abbi. I got my laptop out to do some writing but I couldn't concentrate. I surfed some of my favourite sites and had a go through my collection. In the end I gave up, packed it away and made myself a sandwich before I dozed off to sweet dreams of little Izzy.

It was around 2.30 when I woke up. I decided that as it was such a nice day, my car could have a birthday and decided to give it a clean. I was so wrapped up in what I was doing that didn't see or hear her as I was bent down rinsing the wheels.

"Boo!" I heard a familiar little voice behind me followed by a sweet giggle.

I spun round to see little Izzy on her pink Barbie bike, with its little white basket on the front. She had on a pink Barbie t-shirt, jeans together with a pink Barbie helmet, pink sunglasses and pink and white trainers... all of them Barbie of course. I looked at her.

"Do you like Barbie by any chance?" I laughed.

Izzy giggled, nodding her head furiously.

"Thought so. So what you doing round here?"

"Came to see if Abbi was coming out to play," she told me.

"And...?"

"No answer!" she said sadly. "And then I saw you and..."

"You thought you'd come and take me up on my ice cream offer?"

Isabel giggled again and then nodded.

"Does Mummy know where you are?" I eyed her suspiciously.

She nodded.

"Honest?"

She nodded again.

"If you're fibbing...." I said, "do you know what I'll do?"

She shook her little blonde head.

"This!"

I flicked the hose in my hand in her direction so that a few little water droplets fell on her.

"Uuurgh.... I'm all wet!" she giggled.

"It's only a little bit...anyway it'll dry out soon. Well I suppose I better keep my promise then hadn't I? Come on... put your bike in here. You don't want anyone pinching it do you?"

Izzy climbed off her bike and wheeled it up the path as I packed my cleaning gear away and shut off the hose.

"Come on in sweetie," I said as we went through the kitchen into my lounge. "You look very nice in your Barbie stuff," I complimented her as she took her sunglasses off.

"That's better, I can see your lovely face now. You're very pretty, did you know that?"

She shook her head.

"Sit your bum down darling... would you like a cold drink of cola?"

"Yes please," she answered politely.

I went to the kitchen and returned with two glasses which I put on the table. Izzy was looking at the various framed pictures dotted around, doing that little dance of hers again.

"You okay poppet?"I asked.

"I... er... yeah..." she said shyly.

I sat on the sofa and beckoned her over. Izzy came over and stood in front of me. She looked delightful and her lovely round little bum looked superb in her tight jeans.

"Can I have a hug?" I asked.

She nodded and put her arms around my neck. I put my arms around her and gave her a nice big hug before I lifted her up onto my lap. I looked her right in her lovely clear green eyes.

"Can we have a little chat?"

She nodded.

"You can tell me anything you want while you're here..." I told her. "You know, sometimes you need to talk about something... but you don't want to talk to Mummy about it or it's not something you can talk to her about? You can always talk to me if you want to okay?"

"It's... it's..."

She wanted to tell me something but was extremely hesitant. I held her tighter.

"It's okay darling... take your time... tell me when you're ready. I tell you what, how about we have that ice cream first... and then see if you can tell me eh?"

Izzy nodded.

"Jump down then... one scoop... or shall I make that two?"

She held two fingers up.

"Charming!" I laughed as I lifted up a giggling Izzy and plonked her next to me.

I went to the kitchen and returned with two bowls of mint choc chip ice cream.

"Mmm..." I said taking a big spoonful, "this is what sunny days are made for!"

I looked at Izzy tucking in, light green ice cream all around her sweet little lips. She turned to look at me.

"I... I got an itch..." she said out of the blue.

"You what babes?" I asked, surprised that she suddenly told me.

"I got an itch..." she repeated quietly as she put another spoonful of ice cream into her sweet little mouth.

"Ah yeah," I replied, "Mummy mentioned something about that..."

"It's down there!" she pointed between her legs.

"Right.... but you've got cream for it that you put on haven't you?"

"Uh-huh," she replied, "but it still itches... all the time..."

I just listened to her sympathetically.

"Mummy looked and said she couldn't see anything... so did the nurse lady..."

"Did the nurse see anything?"

She shook her head.

"They was looking at the wrong bit!" she suddenly said.

"The wrong bit?" I said.

"Uh-huh," she replied as she scraped the last of the ice cream from her bowl.

"What do you mean poppet?" I asked as I finished my own.

"They looked with a thing and a little torch inside... but that's not where it's coming from. I tried to tell them but..."

She looked quite upset.

"Look it's up to you... but do you want me to take a look? You'll have to show me EXACTLY where the itch is though?" I told her.

She turned to look at me, and I could detect uncertainty.

"It's entirely up to you darling... you don't have to if you don't want to?"

I got up and cleared the bowls away.

"Did you enjoy the ice cream by the way?"

"Yes... thank you Uncle Pete. Will you really look to see?"

"Course babes, if you want me to. But I think it'll be best if we kept it to ourselves without telling Mummy or Thomas yeah?"

She nodded furiously.

"You do realise you'll have to take your jeans and your knickers off if you're going to show me though... is that alright?"

She nodded again.

"That's okay... I don't mind," she said happily.

"I tell you what, let's go upstairs as it'll be more comfy there and it's closer to the bathroom and stuff?"

Isabel jumped up and we made our way to my bedroom.

I stood her on my big double bed and she summoned me closer.

"Yes poppet?" I said leaning in.

Izzy put her arms around my neck and kissed me on the lips.

"Thank you for the ice cream... it was delicious!"

"You're very welcome," I told her, "and thank you for being such a lovely, pretty little girl!"

I hugged her back and kissed her little button nose.

"Right then, shall we see if we can sort you out?"

In reply, Izzy undone the button on her jeans. Before she went any further I stopped her.

"Are you sure this is okay with you?"

"Uh-huh," she nodded.

"And you're not going to mention it to Mummy or Tom are you?"

She shook her head.

"Nope," she replied, "this is secret. I won't even tell Abbi. Rainbows honour!"

"Oh so you're a little brownie rainbow are you?"

She nodded.

"I was in the cub scouts... a long, long, looonnng time ago!" I laughed. "Right then, let's have a look!"

I moved my hands to her waist and unzipped her jeans before tugging the waistband. Izzy did that sexy bum wiggle that little girls do to help me ease them down over her slim boyish hips, before I pulled them to her ankles and she stepped out of them.

"Blimey!" I laughed as I looked at her. "You even have sexy Barbie knickers on! Talk about matching..."

Izzy giggled sweetly as I hooked my thumbs into the elastic on each side.

"One... two... three..." I counted before I yanked them down to her ankles really quickly in one swift movement.

"You're really funny!" she giggled again as she stepped out of them and I placed them with her jeans on the unit.

"And you are a very beautiful and very sexy little girl," I said as I walked back and playfully tapped her sweet little naked bum.

"Lift your arms poppet," I said.

Immediately, she raised her arms so that, although it wasn't necessary of course, I could remove her t-shirt and other than her white and pink ankle socks and trainers, the little blonde 7 year old was naked on my bed. I blew a little raspberry on her tummy button making her laugh.

"That tickles!"

"Stand there a second," I said as I grabbed the pillows and arranged them so that her hips would be raised when she laid down. "Right lay down sweetheart and make sure your bum is on those pillows..."

Izzy lay down and then opened her legs without being asked. I sucked in my breath quietly as I looked at her deliciously inviting bald little pussy.

"Okay now take your time darling... use your finger and show me EXACTLY where the itch is?"

She took me totally by surprise. I was expecting her to point to her tiny little hole but she didn't.

"Right there!" she said pointing.

"You sure darling?"

"Uh-huh!" she nodded. "Right there!"

She was pointing to the top of her smooth little slit. The 'itch' was coming from her tiny clitoris, which made me think that actually, it wasn't an itch at all.

"I need to touch you there to get a proper look... is that okay sweetheart?"

"Uh-huh," she nodded again.

"Open your legs up... nice and wide for me.... there's a good girl" I said as I climbed onto the bed and knelt between her wide open little legs.

With my left hand I used my forefinger and thumb to separate her fleshy little lips and expose her hard little clit. I placed the tip of the forefinger on my right hand on it.

"That's it!" she squealed. "That's EXACTLY where it itches!" she told me.

I tried to get her to confirm my original 'diagnosis'.

"It's not an itch really is it?" I asked.

A puzzled look came over her face.

"What do you mean?"

"Well..." I tried to explain what I meant. "Is it like... for example when you get an itchy tummy, or an itchy arm... or an itchy bum?"

Izzy giggled at the mention of her bum. She shook her head.

"It feels... different..." she tried to explain.

"How do you mean sweetie?" I asked. "In what way?"

She thought for a moment, trying to find the right words.

"It feels... sorta nice... and I HAVE to scratch it... and then it feels REALLY nice!" she told me.

It seemed I was right in what I was thinking. It wasn't an itch at all. Izzy was actually feeling horny I was sure of it, and the 'scratching' was really rubbing. I decided to test my theory.

"Is it itching now poppet?" I asked.

"Yeah," she replied. "I really need to scratch it right now!"

"Tell me if this feels any better...." I said.

I placed my right thumb onto her clit and gently rubbed it.

"Mmm... ooh yeah... that feels much better..." she sighed.

I stopped for a moment.

"Do that some more!"

I rubbed it again.

"Yeah... that makes it feel much nicer," she gasped as I circled her clit some more.

"Does it feel better when I do this?" I asked.

I speeded up my thumb movement, getting faster and faster.

"Oh yeah..."she sighed.

"And this?"

I pressed harder.

"Yeah... yeah... keep doing that... that's better..."

There was no doubt about it. Every time Isabel felt 'itchy', she wasn't. She was actually feeling horny and her little clit was throbbing. No cream in the world would cure that. What this sexy little 7 year old needed was a good fingering followed by a nice powerful orgasm. I decided that 'Doctor Peter' would need to prescribe his own form of 'medication'.

"When you scratch it Iz... does it go away darling?"

"Not really..." she replied. "Well sometimes... but only for a tiny time..."

"What I'm going to do is scratch it for a long time and see if we can't make it go away okay... and if it does, then I'll be able to show you how to make it go away yourself."

"Okay." she said.

"Keep your legs open nice and wide for me darling..." I told her as I put my thumb back onto her clit and began to circle it again.

"Oh... mmm..." she moaned as I pressed harder and circled faster and faster. "Oh yeah... oh yeah... that's better..." she gasped as she pressed back against me and began gyrating her little hips.

She closed her eyes and screwed her face up. Her flat little chest was rising and falling quickly as her breath shortened. This little 7 year old was highly stimulated and I knew I was about to take her over the edge and bring her to her very first climax. I speeded up and pressed on her clit harder in tiny little circles.

"Yeah.... yeah.... ooh!" she screeched as her head thrashed from side to side and she arched her back, thrusting her hips up at me.

I continued to finger her as she writhed around on the bed and bit down on her lip. Little Isabel was cumming, and cumming very hard too. I watched closely as the 7 year old enjoyed her very first orgasm, eventually moving my hand away when she couldn't bear to be touched any longer. I moved my hands away.

Her little clit was red and her smooth bald pussy lips shiny as Izzy, bathed in a sheen of sweat, continued to writhe and sigh for another five minutes or so before she finally opened her eyes.

"Hello!" I smiled at the sweet little girl who had that dreamy, post orgasmic look on her face.

"That felt super nice!" she said quietly. "And the itch has gone!"

I smiled back at her.

"Does that mean I get a big hug and kiss?" I asked.

Izzy nodded, so I lay down and lifted her little naked body up on top of me so that she was lying flat. I held her sweet face by the sides and gently kissed her.

"Mmm that's nice..." I said. "Now I wanna big one!"

She put her arms around my neck and I hugged her tightly as we had a long kiss on the lips. I was so looking forward to teaching this sexy little girl how to French kiss. I rested my hands on her lovely firm little bum as I gently caressed and fondled it. I was pleased that Izzy didn't seem bothered by my doing that at all.

"You've got a lovely sexy bum!" I told her.

"Have I?" she asked, surprised that I found her sexy.

"Most definitely!" I replied. "How's your itch now?"

"Better." she told me. "How did you know what to do? Are you a doctor?"

"No sweetie," I laughed. "I just knew what it was because I've seen it before in lots of other little girls. It's a special itch and cream isn't any good for it."

"Isn't it?"

"Nope," I replied. "The only way to get rid of an itch like that is to give it a special scratch like I just did."

"And it made me feel really nice as well!" she added.

"That's the best bit!" I laughed, "But remember what I said. You mustn't tell Mummy about the special scratch. You have to let her think the cream's doing it okay?"

Izzy nodded.

"I made a Rainbow promise!" she reminded me before she added thoughtfully, "What about if it itches again though?"

"You just pop round and see me, and I'll special scratch it again for you. There are lots of different ways of doing it too, so if I do it a different way, will that be okay with you?"

The little 7 year old nodded.

"Will it always feel nice like that when you do it?"

"Yup," I nodded as I squeezed her bum again.

"Goody," she replied. "I like it when you do that as well."

"Do what poppet?"

"Touch my bum!" she giggled. "It feels really nice."

"Sometimes I get an itch there as well..." I told her.

Isabel burst into an uncontrollable fit of the giggles.

"What?" I laughed. "What's so funny?"

Her sweet little giggle was so infectious.

"You..." she giggled. "What you... just said..."

"What do you mean?" I asked her, not quite understanding what she actually meant.

"Itching...." she giggled some more. "You don't have... a giny... you have a willy like Thomas does!"

"Oh right!" I said, now realising what had tickled her. "That's true... but we still get the same sort of feelings... itches and that... and the nice feeling when we do the special scratch... although we do our scratch in a different sort of way..."

"Do you?" she asked.

"Yup." I replied. "Have you ever seen Thomas's willy?" I asked her.

Izzy nodded.

"Lots of times... but sometimes..."

She broke away.

"Sometimes what darling?"

"Sometimes... it looks... well different?" she said. "Sometimes it's all floppy... and bounces around when he runs... and other times it looks all stiff... and it pokes out in front of him!"

Izzy put her hand over her mouth to stifle another giggle.

"Well all willy's do that at times..." I explained.

Izzy just found this information highly amusing,

"Does yours?" she asked.

"It certainly does!" I told her.

She thought for a moment while she gained her composure.

"Why?" she asked.

"Why what?"

"Why is it sometimes all floppy like an uncooked sausage... and other times it's all sticking out like a frozen one?"

How do I explain this, I thought to myself and hopefully turn it to my advantage.

"When you get your itch..." I asked, "do you get it when you see or do certain things?"

Isabel thought for a moment,

"Dunno..." she said.

"Have a think babes..." I told her as I gave her little bum a fondle.

"It itches when I see Tom's willy..." she finally said, "and when I get changed for P.E... or go swimming... or when I do gymnastics?"

It was much as I'd expected her to answer. Her 'itch' was actually sexual excitement.

"Remember when I said it's not really an itch as such?"

"Uh-huh," she nodded.

"Well it happens when you get excited..." I said.

She was quiet for a moment while she thought.

"Like on my birthday or Christmas?" she asked.

Oh that sweet childish innocence you only got with a little girl of that age.

"Not exactly. There are different types of excitement. Like you said, on your birthday or Christmas... or when you go on a trip to a theme park or the seaside? That's exciting but it doesn't feel the same does it?"

She shook her head. She seemed to grasp what I meant.

"This is a sexy excitement." I told her. "When you see Thomas's willy... do you like it?"

She nodded shyly.

"And does it itch more?"

"Uh-huh... it REALLY itches when I see his willy, or he's just in his pants, or when he's in his swimming trunks..."

"Like when you was itching earlier?"

Isabel nodded again. I could see in her face the sudden realisation of what I was saying.

"So I get itchy when I feel sexy?" she asked.

"That's it!" I told her.

"So do you get itches when you feel sexy?"

"Yup."

"Does it go stiff like Tom's?"

"It does."

"What makes it go like that?"

"Well lots of things, like if I see a sexy little girl like you, or a sexy little boy like Thomas. Especially if they're in the swimsuit or underwear, or in the nuddy!" I laughed.

"Like I am?" Izzy asked.

"Most definitely... and even more so when they've got a sexy little bum!" I replied, giving her firm little cheeks another squeeze.

She went quiet for a moment before she lifted her head up and looked directly into my eyes.

"Is it stiff and itchy now then?" she asked.

I nodded. Then came the sucker punch.

"Can I see?"

I didn't answer for a moment.

"Sorry?" I said, thinking I'd misheard her.

"Can I see?" she repeated.

"Er... if you really want to poppet but if I do you have to..."

"I know!" she said in a tone like she was getting fed up of hearing me repeat myself. "I have to keep it a secret... not tell Mummy... or Thomas... or Abbi...."

She rolled her eyes and I couldn't help but laugh. I lifted her to the side of me so that I could get up.

"Come sit at the edge of the bed darling," I told her.

Isabel crawled across and I watched her lovely little bum wiggle as I unclipped my jeans and pulled the zip down.

"Wanna pull them down then?" I asked her.

Little Izzy nodded hard and reached out on either side and pulled.

"You have to do it harder than that!" I laughed.

She tried again and my jeans came down. I heard her gasp when she saw the outline of my hard cock straining against my pants.

"Now do the same with my pants... if you still want to that is?"

Izzy's eyes were transfixed on the big hard lump she could see as she nodded her head furiously. Her little trembling hands reached out again and grasped the waistband. As she pulled, I raised my hips to assist her and suddenly my hard cock sprang out in front of her.

"Oh wow!" Izzy gasped as she stared at it with those bright green eyes wide. "It... it's miles bigger than Tom's!"

I laughed.

"Well of course it is," I told her, "I'm a lot bigger than he is all over aren't I?"

Izzy nodded again, her eyes never leaving my hard, aching and dripping cock for a second. She tilted her head this way and that, apparently wanting to get a good look at it from every angle.

"You can touch it if you want to?" I told her.

Izzy looked up at me.

"Maybe..." she replied, a touch of uncertainty in her voice. "What's that?" she asked, pointing at the never ending flow of pre-cum flowing from the tip.

I explained to her all about pre-cum, what it was and what it did, and then went on to explain about cum itself.

"Really?" she asked in disbelief. "That stuff made me and Thomas?"

I nodded.

"Everyone starts off that way," I informed her.

"Everybody?" she said eyeing me suspiciously, "In the whole wide world?"

"Yup!" I replied, "Honest!"

She didn't look convinced, but accepted what I said.

"Does Thomas make that stuff?" she asked, now full of follow up questions.

"I doubt it as he's a bit young... how old did you say he was?"

"Nine," she repeated.

"Some boys his age can, but it's unusual. They normally start around 11 or so. Around the same age as you will start having periods and that... you know what they are don't you?"

"Course I do!" she replied indignantly. "I'm not a baby you know!"

"I didn't say you was," I said in my own defence.

That certainly told me.

"And at the same time..." she continued with a little giggle, "I'll grow my boobies!"

"Yes," I laughed with her, "you probably will sweetie."

"What are those big hairy things?" she asked pointing at my ball sack.

"Testicles," I told her.

"What - i - cles?" she asked with a laugh.

"Testicles," I repeated. "That's the proper name but most people call them balls. They make the stuff I told you about?"

"Thomas's are really tiny. Will his get big and grow hair and stuff?"

I nodded.

"Yeah... so will you."

Izzy burst into a fit of uncontrollable giggles.

"What?" I asked innocently.

"I won't... grow... tes...ti... balls!" she said in between fits of laughter.

I suddenly realised what I'd said.

"I didn't mean that... and they're testicles not testi BALLS!" I laughed. "I meant the hair."

"Oh." she replied simply.

She seemed much more relaxed with my nudity now and tentatively stretched a hand out so that he fingertips lightly brushed it, making me gasp in pleasure. Izzy quickly snatched her hand back with a concerned look on her face.

"It's okay sweetie..." I reassured her, "it just felt really, really nice when you did that."

"I thought I'd hurt it?" she said looking up at me.

"No poppet... it felt lovely. Will you do it again?"

I took hold of her soft, warm little hands. I could feel her shaking a little with nerves as I gently cupped them around my shaft with my hands over the top of hers.

"There... see?" I said softly.

Her tiny hands around my manhood felt wonderful. I kept my emotions in check this time though, not wanting to make any sounds in case I put her off again. As she got used to the feel of it, I felt her gently squeezing me and I wanted to cry out with the exquisite pleasurable feelings she was giving me. Izzy looked up at me. I could tell from her face that she was determined and eager to please me.

"Am I doing it right?" she asked, those little green eyes seeming to dance with wonder.

"You are doing wonderfully," I replied honestly, "but if you want to make me feel nicer..."

Little Izzy was nodding her head like mad as I cupped my hands back over hers again.

"Hold it just a little tighter... ooh that's it," I said as her hot, soft little fingers took a firmer grip, "and now slide them up and down it like this?"

As I spoke, I guided her hand movements. Izzy very quickly caught on and as I slowly moved my own hands away, she kept up the momentum on her own.

"Ooh... yeah... that feels really nice." I encouraged her. "The faster and harder you do that, the nicer you make me feel!"

Izzy eyed me with what looked like suspicion.

"Honest!" I said with a laugh.

As if to try and disprove what I had just told her, Izzy speeded up as she looked up and watched me, presumably checking out my reactions. It felt deliciously wonderful as I closed my eyes to take in the full enjoyment of this little 7 year old's first ever hand job on an adult.

"Ooh..." I gasped, "that is SO good sweetie..."

Izzy kept up the pace and I could feel myself getting closer and closer.

"Remember what... I said... about... cum?" I managed to get out.

"The white stuff?" she asked.

I nodded.

"It's going to... come out soon... if you keep doing it... like that..."

This put a big smile of excited anticipation on her face and she stepped up the pace even more, wanking me hard and as fast as both her little hands could manage. I looked down at her and her pretty little face was one of sheer concentration as she wanked me for all she was worth. She'd stopped looking up at me now and was crouched over, staring intently at my cock as her soft little hands slid up and down my slippery pole. I suddenly realised that if she stayed in the position she was in, she would cop for a face full, so to speak. I opened my mouth to warn her... honest I did, but nothing came out.

It was at exactly the same moment that my cock erupted like a volcano that had just awakened after years of laying dormant. My cum shot from the end with a force like I had never experienced before, hitting little Izzy right on the nose, making big strands dangle off it.

All I managed to croak was "Oh fuck!"

Izzy bless her, was a right trooper and despite getting an eyeful, a nose full and a good splattering on her right cheek, she didn't stop. Her eyes widened at the sight and I heard her take a sharp intake of breath. Although I had warned her in advance what was going to happen, of course I hadn't been able to tell her EXACTLY when, so in that sense, she was taken by surprise.

"Mmm... ooh... yeah sweetheart... sweetheart..." I murmured as my cock continued to pump what felt like gallons of my seed.

It was less forceful now of course, and Izzy was totally fascinated by it as it slowed right down to a dribble, and trickled down over her hands which were still moving but instinctively it would appear, much slower and gently now. Then she began to giggle.

"What's so funny?" I asked the bemused little girl.

"Your willy!" she laughed as she gave it another gentle squeeze.

"What about it?" I asked, wondering what could be making her giggle so much.

"I can feel it..." she replied, "like it's getting bigger... then smaller... then bigger..."

I suddenly realised what she was on about. As my cock pumped its load, it was pulsating of course and it was that which was amusing her.

"Oh right... by the way you can stop now..." I told her.

"Do I have to?" she complained, looking up at me as a little rope of cum slid down her nose and dangled enticingly in front of her sweet little lips, "I want you to do it again. That was well good!"

Now it was my turn to laugh. Little 7 year old Izzy was like a breath of fresh air in my life and so endearing too.

"It doesn't quite work like that sweetie," I informed her.

She looked up at me with her cum splattered face which surprisingly, didn't seem to bother much at all. Most kids that I'd known kind of squirmed, or even backed away from the stuff, but little Izzy took it all in her stride. As the rope I'd spotted earlier now dangled from her nose like a dewdrop, Izzy simply stuck her tongue out and licked her lips, taking it away in the process. That was such an erotic thing to watch and as she swallowed, it appeared she liked the taste too. I made a mental note of that.

"What do you mean?" she asked as she took her hands away from my cock which was now starting to deflate, and looked down at the long strands of thick milky goo that connected them to my cock.

"Men and boys need to time to rest after they cum darling," I tried to explain. "My willy needs to sleep and then my balls will make more for the next time."

"Oh," was her only reply before she said, "did I do it okay?"

I reached for the towel on my unit and gave her face a wipe followed by her slippery sticky hands. I then lifted her up and laid her on my stomach so that her sweet face was right in front of my own.

"You did fantastic!" I said, looking into those lovely green eyes. "Thank you very, very much. You made me feel super nice!"

"You're welcome!" she replied politely as if I'd just said thank you to her for passing me a biscuit or something.

Little Izzy was totally unfazed by our sexual activity and I was certain things would go much, much further.

"Uncle Peter...." she suddenly said very quietly after I'd given her a kiss on the lips.

"Yes poppet?"

"I'm all... sorta... kind of..."

"Itchy again?" I enquired.

Sheepishly, little Izzy nodded.

"Same as before?"

Again she nodded. I placed my hands on her soft little bum cheeks and squeezed them.

"Do you want Uncle Peter to give you another special scratch?"

Her little face lit up and her eyes danced again as she nodded like mad. I'd found myself a little 7 year old nymphomaniac here, not that I was complaining you understand, but I was acutely aware of the fact that I'm not getting any younger. Having said that, I could be 80 years of age and I would STILL be able to perform with a sexy little girl or boy.

I decided that seeing as Isabel enjoyed her first orgasm so much, this time around I would introduce her to the joys of receiving oral sex. I wanted of course, for her to be a GIVER of oral sex too, but I felt that could wait. For now, I would be more than happy to feast on her soft, hairless 7 year old pussy. If it tasted anywhere near as lovely as it looked, I was in for a delicious treat.

"I'm going to scratch it differently for you this time," I informed her.

"How?" she asked, giving me that puzzled quizzical look again.

"Aha!" I laughed as I sat her up so that she was straddling my chest, with a leg each side.

The way she was now sat meant that her little pussy lips had parted naturally, and I could see the darker pink inside of her labia which for her age, was incredibly wet. I placed my hands on the top of each of her thighs with my thumbs down inside the crease of each leg. Gently I pulled her lips a little more apart, exposing even more of her secret little girl treasure. Using one of my thumbs, I stretched it across and brushed the hood where her tiny clit was hidden.

"Mmm..." Izzy sighed as I brushed it.

"That nice poppet?" I asked a silly question.

"Uh-huh..." she nodded dreamily, humping herself back against my thumb.

"Shuffle forward sweetie," I urged as I held her slim little hips and encouraged her to move closer.

Izzy shuffled forward at my urging so that her sweet little slit was literally an inch or so from my face. My nostrils filled with the sweet scent of Isabel's wonderful little girl juices and although there was no chance of full hardness yet, my cock twitched at the fragrance and the thought of what was about to come.

I leaned forward and planted a light kiss on Izzy's little bald vagina.

"Ooh!" the 7 year old squealed in surprise. "You kissed me on my giny!"

I laughed. Izzy was so innocent and adorable.

"Didn't you like it?" I asked her.

"Well... yeah... but..." she said hesitantly.

"Well what?"

"Well..." she said lowering her head a little and then lowering her voice to a whisper as if scared someone might overhear, "that's where my wee-wee comes out. Doesn't it taste yucky?"

I put my arms around her and hugged her body to my face.

"No darling. Nothing about you could EVER be yucky! You are beautiful and very sexy. Your giny as lovely and tastes delicious!"

As if to prove my point, I locked my lips back on to her vaginal ones, kissing and licking them before running the tip of my tongue along the soft smooth folds.

"Mmm..." Izzy moaned again as I licked her sweet slit, "that feels really, really nice!"

I moved my tongue up and flicked at her tiny hard, pea sized nubbin.

"Ooh..." Izzy gasped in surprised pleasure, "just there... mmm... that's lovely!"

I began to nibble and suck on her clit as Izzy humped against my mouth to intensify the feeling. I stiffened my tongue and pushed it into her tiny hole as far as I dared to at this stage and swallowed her sweet nectar like a man dying of thirst in the sahara desert. Unbelievably, I felt my cock begin to stiffen in record time, something that I hadn't imagined was even possible.

Izzy was clearly enjoying my oral ministrations, writhing and bucking her slim little hips at me until she shuddered violently and stiffened as she experienced another orgasm. She clamped her legs shut, trapping my head between her lovely thighs while she rode the waves of pleasure that ran through her little body.

When she eventually calmed down and I managed to extricate myself, she had that familiar smile on her face that girls got after such a high. I gave her a hug and decided it was time my little 7 year old lover learned to kiss properly. It didn't take me very long to teach her and found Isabel to be a very eager pupil. She caught on extremely quickly. As my tongue entwined with her sweet tiny one, I ran my hands over her fantastically sexy body.

"What's that taste?" she asked when we broke apart.

"You!" I laughed.

"What do you mean?" she asked with a puzzled look on her face.

"It's what your giny tastes like..." I explained. "Why... do you like it?"

Izzy giggled mischievously as she nodded her little head and I stored that useful snippet of information away. I was toying with the idea of trying to introduce Izzy to the art of cock sucking, but as the thought entered my head, my doorbell went.

Quickly putting Izzy to one side, I flew off the bed and peered downstairs unseen from behind my curtain. I could see it was Thomas.

"It's your brother!" I said quickly gathering up her clothes. "Go to the bathroom and get yourself dressed... I'll tell him you're in the toilet!" I winked at her.

Izzy did as she was told while I slipped a pair of shorts back on and made my way down the stairs to answer the door.

"Hello Thomas!" I said in mock surprise when I opened the door. "I suppose you're looking for Izzy?"

He smiled back nodding.

"Come in mate... she's upstairs in the little girls room..." I laughed, "put your bike in the hallway."

I helped him lift his bike in and we made our way into the lounge before we heard Izzy making her way down the stairs. Now I saw him very close up, I could see he was a very good looking lad with his blond cropped hair. He was very similar in looks to Izzy too, and you could certainly tell they were brother and sister. He was wearing just a pair of shorts and his smooth tanned chest was on display. His legs were just as tanned and looked incredibly sexy too. He seemed to notice me mentally stripping him from his shorts, but simply smiled politely as Izzy bounded into the room.

"Mum said it's tea time!" he told her.

"How did you know I was here?" she asked, eyeing him with suspicion.

"I didn't." Thomas replied. "Mum said try Abbi's and if you wasn't there, then you might be here?"

I laughed.

"See... Mum's always know!" I told them.

"Can I come and visit you again?" she asked hopefully.

"Of course you can sweetheart," I replied. "You're also welcome too." I added, looking at Thomas.

"Thanks!" he said with a big smile.

While I was more than happy to accommodate both Izzy and Thomas, as I helped them out with their bikes, I was secretly hoping that Izzy might decide to visit with Abbi in tow.

I picked Izzy up and with her arms flung around my neck, kissed her on the lips.

"See you again soon?" I whispered in her ear without her brother hearing.

She nodded like mad.

"Our secret okay?" I added.

"Our secret!" she whispered back.

As they pedalled off home, I watched both Isabel's and Thomas's sexy little bums wiggle on their bikes.

'Soon' couldn't come soon enough for me....

THE END

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Author's note: Like many of my stories, I may continue this at a later date when Izzy returns.... with Thomas and/or Abbi!