I cannot for the life of me remember how I came to be alone with Liberty in the rambling old house, she naked, we both dripping wet from the water play in the garden, but there we were, and this is what happened.

"Come on, Liberty, don't get cold now."

Little Liberty stepped her way gingerly across the chippings as I held open the door for her. She already looked a little chilly, wet hair clinging to her back, along with the grass and leaves, mud and flower petals from an hour's water sliding down the big, steep garden.

She trotted under my arm and I closed the door behind her, my eyes following her naked little bottom as she passed the dining table towards the kitchen and the big wetroom just off it. Blades of grass stuck to her soft, slightly chubby buttocks, buttocks reddened by the big plastic sheet of the garden waterslide. Her bottom gave the tiniest hint of a wobble as she disappeared into the kitchen. I locked the door and followed, kicking off my wet shoes along the way.

The old farmhouse was a curious place, as buildings of that vintage and nature often are. The front door opened onto a dining/living space, low-ceilinged and open plan, with a more snug lounge area down towards the big old hearth on the left. Stairs on the right led up to the bedrooms; ahead was the kitchen, with an immediate right turn into the wetroom, a fantastic modern addition into which Liberty was disappearing.

I closed the wetroom door behind us. Liberty was standing in the middle of the shower area, shivering ever so slightly, looking, it's fair to say, rather bedraggled. Bedraggled perhaps, but still lovely, her pale skin contrasting with her long dark hair, her big, dark eyes catching me as I turned towards her.

"Let's get the shower on for you, honey," I said. I turned the tap and soon the room was warm and getting steamy. I took Liberty by her cold shoulders and guided her gently under the shower stream. Grass and mud began to flow across the heavy slate tiles towards the drain, and Liberty began to warm up. She let the water splash over her face, running off her round little chin in a tiny waterfall.

Liberty has a will of her own, and it's reflected in her face - a strong face for a four-year-old girl, oval, slightly full to match the rest of her figure. Her nose is little-girl-snubby, of course, her mouth small but quite full, but it's her eyes that draw you in. Big, dark brown, showing a spark deep down that's so enticing...

"Hair wash first, I think," I said, "but let me get rid of this wet thing." I peeled my sodden t-shirt off, throwing it into the corner by the loo. Liberty didn't notice - she was too busy examining the wet flower petals on her tummy.

Taking a handful of shampoo I lifted her lovely dark hair from her shoulders and began to massage it in. My shorts started to get wet from the shower jet. "Close your eyes, honey," I said as I worked the shampoo up into a lather, drawing her out of the stream of water a little. I massaged her head slowly, luxuriating in the feel of her hair in my hands and watching tracks of soap suds trickle their way down her little body. I watched suds run slowly from her shoulder across her chest, ticking across her small pinkish nipple, seeming to pause there before setting off again, winding slowly down her tummy. They joined another stream of suds there, a larger mass now riding down the gently curving hill of her belly, pooling briefly around the tiny mound of her "outie" tummy button, before descending over her abdomen, lower, lower, until finally they collected, lingerly, on the soft, pale lips of her beautiful little pussy.

I held her hair at arms length, working the shampoo through it slowly, my eyes following the trickles of soap and water across her glorious chest and tummy to her beautiful little pussy. The front of my shorts began to bulge.

"OK, head down," I said, steering her back under the water. A rush of white lather washed down her body, sweeping the last flower petals away. I turned her carefully in the water, rinsing her hair thoroughly, admiring the plump softness of her little bottom. My shorts bulged more.

"OK, sweetie, is that better?" I asked when her hair was clear. She looked up at me. "Yes thank you, Dave," she replied, her little mouth and big eyes smiling.

"Feeling warmer?" I asked, reaching for the shower gel. She nodded, her gaze attracted by the bulge in my shorts. "That's good. You're still a little muddy, so let's get you all clean. Back first."

I lathered shower gel into my hands as she turned her back, thoughtfully lifting her wet hair out of the way for me. I knelt behind her, now partly in the shower stream, and rubbed my slick soapy hands across her little shoulders and the tops of her arms. Her skin was silk-smooth, beautiful to touch.

A little hint and she raised her arms so I could soap down her flanks, across her back, working my way slowly towards the curve of her bottom. Rubbing in circles, my hands moved gently towards the tops of her buttocks, paused... and slid down to cradle them. Gently but insistently I massaged her soft, fabulous little buttocks, the heels of my hands matching the lower curves, my thumbs running down alongside her bum crack.

Slowly, with no prompting, Liberty began to lean forwards. With her hands on the tops of her thighs she leaned forwards, pushing her bottom backwards in the most perfect pert little fashion. I rubbed her more strongly, feeling her pushing back. She bent lower, and moved her feet slightly, just a little, then a little more, moving them apart so her buttocks splayed ever so slightly.

"Let's make sure you're all clean." I had to try that twice, clearing my throat after my first attempt got lost in my heavy breathing. Holding her left buttock tenderly, I pulled it a little to one side with my thumb and ran my right forefinger from the top of her bum crack to the bottom, tracing slowly over her beautiful little anus. I rubbed her again, and she bent right over, touching her toes, her bottom opening out in front of me.

Her anus was gorgeous, a neat little slit surrounded by perfect pink puckering. Below it, the soft curve of her mound was split by a single dark line, the clean, simple opening to her little girl's cunt.

I ran my fingers up and down slowly and gently, trembling, tracing the grooze of her bum crack, circling her anus lightly, rubbing over her perineum and caressing the tiny pillows of her pussy lips, teasing just a little at the slit between them. For several minutes I gently, carefully, lovingly clean her anal and genital area from behind, my cock now a raging monster inside my wet shorts.

"Oh, Liberty, doll," I murmured. She gave a little shudder and straightened up. She turned to me, her face level with mine, flushed, her eyes wide and shining. I opened my arms and embraced her, pulling her soft wet nakedness against my chest and kissing her softly on the lips. She kissed back in a disarmingly little-girl way. I cradled her bottom and gently teased her lips with mine, sucking her bottom lip, licking her mouth with the tip of my tongue, slowly teaching her new ways to kiss.

She wrapped her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck, and we kissed in the warm stream from the shower. I lowered her onto my lap, her bottom pressing onto the hard erection under my shorts.

"Your thing is hard," she whispered, glancing down my chest. "That's because you are such a beautiful little girl," I replied gently. "It's hard all because of you."

"Would you like to see it?" I whispered in her ear. She hesitated, then nodded.

I lifted her to one side and rose to my feet. My shorts and boxers came off easily, and I stood for a moment or two in the stream of the shower, letting Liberty take in the sight of my cock standing hard and red in front of her.

"My Daddy's willy looked like that once," she remarked, head on one side. I started a little. "Really?" "Yes, it was when Mummy was kissing it," she answered. I smiled.

"Well, that shows how much your Daddy loves your Mummy," I said. "Men only let very special ladies kiss their cocks."

"Willies," she said, looking up and frowning. "My Daddy says it's called a willy."

"Some men call them willies," replied, "but I call mine my cock."

"Why is it special to kiss one?" she asked. "It just is," I replied. "It shows that the man thinks the lady is really special, and that he trusts her to kiss him ilke that. I wouldn't let just anyone kiss mine, you know."

Liberty looked up, her big brown eyes staring. I held her gaze, looking into those beautiful pools. "I'd let you kiss my cock, though, Liberty, 'cos you're very special."

She hesitated, looking down at my stiff cock. She wrinkled her cute little nose. "What does ot taste like?" she asked. "It tastes nice," I replied, "a little salty, but it's just like kissing. Try it - pretend it's an ice lolly!"

She looked up again and gave a slow, small smile. She reached out a little hand and, tentatively, encircled my cock with it. I twitched, and she gave a little gasp, then grinned delightedly. "Yes, it does that," I smiled. "It has a life of its own."

Liberty squeezed the shaft of my cock, feeling the hardness under the warm skin. "It's soft and hard at the same time," she said wonderingly. "Yes," I replied. "Give it a lick." She hesitated again, then with another glance up at me she stepped forward and gave the end of my cock a little lick. It twitched again, and she smiled up at me, then licked again with more confidence.

"Ohhhhh, Liberty," I sighed, leaning back under the shower as she licked again, then slowly pushed her beautiful little lips down around the head of my cock. "Ohhhhh, sweetie. That is lovely. Ohhhh, honey. You can lick it and suck it just like that. Watch the teeth, though! No biting! But lick me and suck me like that. Mmmmm. Suck it. Ohhhh, lovely. Squeeze me with your hand there - it's OK, you can squeeze quite hard. Oohhhh. Squeeze and suck me. Ohhhh, darling...."

I stood, knees trembling slightly, warms shower-water cascadng off my shoulder, while gorgeous, naked little Liberty stood in front of me and sucked my cock. She listened to my few words of guidance, taking the head of my cock into her mouth and sucking it while pressing her tongue around it. Her deep, dark, eyes glowed as she gazed up into mine, and honestly I have never seen a more wondrous sight than Liberty's big brown eyes gazing at me while her beautiful little lips sucked on my cock...

I lost track of time, standing there in shower while a beautiful six-year-old girl sucked me off. My cock was achingly hard, foreskin tight back, head bright red when it popped out from between her lips. I held the base for her, showed her gently how to slide her mouth backwards and forwards and how to suck hard with the head full in her mouth. I was panting and groaning, moaning her name over and over - "Ohh, Liberty, honey, suck it, ohh Liberty, baby, honey, ohh, honey, baby girl, suck my cock, ohhhh, ohhh, take it in, suck me, ohhhh, Liberty, you are a little angel..."

The throbbing in my balls told me it was time to stop for now. I reached out to stroke her hair, gently disengaging my cock from her mouth. A strand of dribble hung between her lower lip and the tip of my cock as she smiled, perhaps a little uncertainly, up at me. I reassured her: "Liberty, honey, that was so special. You are a total darling."

I turned off the shower and bundled Liberty into the biggest, fluffiest towel I could find. I carried her out of the wetroom; we kissed as I took her back into the living room and down to the big, broad, squashy old sofa opposite the fire. I half lay, half sat her down, and without another word I unfolded the towel from around her, knelt down on the rug and lifted her feet up to the sofa seat.

Gently I pushed her knees apart. Her pale, clean little pussy opened a little, the soft plump lips parting ever so slightly to show me the pinky-blackness beyond. I looked into her eyes, smiling love and reassurance, then bent down and kissed her at the top of her pussy.

A little gasp escaped her and her knees twitched; but she kept them apart as I began to kiss the lips of her pussy on either side, then back to the top, circling kisses around the pink centre of her girlhood. I breathed deeply, drinking in her delicate scent - showergel, mostly, with a delicious hint of something deeper.

I licked, tickling my tongue in between her hairless lips, caressing the soft pink folds just inside the opening. She wriggled and sighed.

"Mmm, that's... nice, Dave," she murmured, nestling her bottom down a little more, raising her hips up a little more. I licked gently.

"What do you call this part of you?" I asked, kissing tenderly.

"Mmm, we say 'front bottom'," she replied, "but I think that's a bit silly."

"It is," I agreed. "Very disrespectful not to give such a beautiful thing proper names. These lovely soft bits" - I kissed her lips again - "are your vulva. I always think it's a bit of an ugly name, so I call them your pussy. This" - my tongue probed - "is your vagina."

"Vagina..." she murmured. I paused.

"You know, Liberty, we're being rather naughty here, rather rude - shall we use some really rude and naughty names?"

A mischievous grin spread across her face. She nodded.

I grinned back. "OK; so you've been sucking my cock, and now I'm licking your pussy and your cunt. Your cunt is where a man will put his cock when you want to fuck. If I were to put my cock into your cunt, I'd be fucking you, and you'd be fucking me too!"

My cock spasmed its agreement, harder than ever as I licked Liberty's pussy and talked dirty to her.

Liberty sighed and snuggled back on the towel. "Mmm, lick my cunt," she whispered. Delighted, I did so.

I gently licked and kissed and nibbled her little pussy for ages, beginning to taste her unique taste beneath the showergel and shampoo. I pressed my tongue against the peak of her pussy where her little undeveloped clit was, wriggling the tip of my tongue against her peehole and making her squirm and sigh. I asked her how it felt.

"Tingly. Tingly and nice," she replied, her legs as wide as she could hold them. She closed her eyes for a while, breathing heavily, then asked:

"Dave, would you fuck me? Would you put your cock in my cunt so we can fuck?"

Oh, oh, oh!

I kissed her open pussy, noticing its tightness and glimpsing her hymen deep inside. I sighed.

"Oh Liberty, doll, I'd love to fuck you, but we'd better not. The first time can be really sore and I don't want to hurt you." I thought for a second. "We can pretend, though, do a pretend-fuck. Shall we try?"

"Ooh, yes," she replied, sitting up a little. I raised my head and stood. "OK, I know what we need. Let's go up to the bedroom."

She scrambled up and climbed up into my arms again and I carried her towards the stairs and up to the master bedroom, pausing in the bathroom to pick up the bottle of baby oil I'd seen there before.

The bedroom was built into the eaves with a old, uneven ceiling filled with odd slopes and planes. The bed was a kingsize and I tugged the duvet away and laid my little princess down on the crisp white sheet. I climbed on and knelt next to her.

"OK, let's play 'let's pretend'," I grinned. "But first, suck my cock again. Kneel down on your hands and knees so I can see you in the big mirror and suck my cock."

If Liberty was at all shocked by my instructions she didn't let on. She looked sideways at the big wardrobe doors that mirrored our moves on the crisp white bedspread. I caught her eye in the mirror and she giggled as she wriggled round to kneel on all fours, pert little bottom in the air, head down at my lap where she took my cock into her mouth again and began to suck me.

Mmmm. She'd got good at this really quickly. I switched my gaze from her serious little face with its small, sensuous mouth enclosing the head of my cock, to her smooth, short back with her gorgeously plump bottom at the end of it, to the tableau in the mirror - me on my knees, a lovely little girl kneeling in front of my with my dick in her mouth. Sunlight streamed from the Velux windows, filling the room with light and picking out Liberty's bottom and lower back. If I'd a camera, I mused, I'd have the best set of child porn pics ever taken.

"OK, honey, you are such a sweetie!" I lifted Liberty's chin away from my cock; she came rather reluctantly I thought. "Now, let's try this." I lifted the bottle of baby oil and popped the lid. "Hold your hands out, like this," I showed her. She cupped her hands and I dribbled baby oil into them.

"Now rub that onto my cock. That's it, dribble it on. Here, a bit more. OK, rub it up and down til it's all slippery. Mmm, good. OK, hold your hand like this" - I formed a ring with my fingers and thumb, a loose fist. Liberty copied me, glancing at the mirror for a moment. "OK, good, now push that down over my cock. Try and keep your finger and thumb together! It's OK, you won't hurt me - we're all slippery!"

I closed my eyes as Liberty pushed her tight little fist down over the head of my cock, squeezing it hard against the pressure of blood inside. I guided her to stop when she'd enclosed just the head, then showed her how to jiggle her fist so she wanked me just by the head of my cock, wanked the sensitive ridge, keeping it tight compressed so I was soon roaring with near-overwhelming stimulation.

"Ohhh, fuck me Liberty! Wank my cock! Ohh, fucking hell! Oh God! Ahhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhh fuck! Ahhh!!

My cock has never been so hard, so angry and so deeply stimulated.

"Ahhh!" I reached out and pulled Liberty towards me. Lifting her onto my lap facing me, I arranged her legs either side of hips, pushed my legs open just far enough to grab the base of my cock, then shoved my cock against her pussy. I pushed my slippery cock around her crotch, squashing her pussy lips, pressing gently at her cunt opening, slipping underneath to rub her perineum with it.

I got her to dribble babyoil down over our genitals and I wanked my cock against her little naked pussy, using it to rub her clit, rub her lips, waggle against the outer pink folds of her cunt. I so wanted to penetrate her, to fuck her glorious tight little cunt properly, but not today.

Liberty wriggled and squirmed in my lap, one hand on my shoulder, the other braced against my knee as I pretend-fucked her with my slippery cock.

We were so oily that she started to slip. I let her slide off, then grabbed her little hips and turned her round, pulling her back towards my on all fours. I pushed my cock against her pussy in a doggy-style approach, and rubbed up and under and up and under, rubbing against her soft little pussy and up to push against her anus.

"Mmmm. This is us pretend-fucking, Liberty. I'm pretend-fucking you from behind. Just imagine my big hard cock is inside you, pusing inside you, fucking your tight little cunt from behind, Liberty, making you scream!"

She moaned, pushing her slippery bottom back onto me. I probed her anus with my forefinger, pushing the slippery tip against her puckered pink slit. She whimpered. I pushed it a little more, forcing the tip of my finger into her slippery anus. I whispered gently too her, wriggling my finger slowly and gently, pushing gently but insistently, and little my little my finger disppeared up her bottom.

"I'm inside you, doll," I murmured. "My finger's fucking your ass. You can fuck an ass like you can fuck a little cunt. Is that nice?"

Her only answer was a muffled groan as she pushed her face into the bedspread and her bottom back onto my finger.

For several minutes I rubbed my cock against her hot little pussy and waggled my finger up her slippery little bottom. Her anus was relaxing, not fighting me as much as I thought it might. I wondered...

"Liberty, baby," I whispered hoarsely, letting my finger slip from her bottom. She groaned. "Liberty, I'm going to see if I can fuck you in the ass. Is that OK? Would you like me to try?"

"Uh-huh," she mumbled, her flushed face staring at mine in the mirror, damp hair obscuring half of it. "Yeah, put it in my bottom. Fuck me in my bottom."

So very carefully I lined the tip of my cock up against her anus. I gripped her buttocks gently, my thumbd hear her anus, and applied the tiniest pressure. I pushed. The tip of my cock squashed against her anus. I pushed again. Her anus puckered - in-out - like she was trying to poo. I whispered to her, gently, gently, and kept pushing, kept up the sideways pressure of my thumbs...

Her anus puckered again. This time it didn't close up again. My cock slipped forward, the tip of it disappearing.

She gasped. Her hole closed. I whispered, stroked her bottom. Gently I tried again. Again, she opened, then closed, pushing me out. Again. Push. Open. Push. Slide. Slip. Push.

Very slowly the head of my cock slid into Liberty's anus.

Very slowly I kept pushing until I felt the head of my cock clear her anus and enter her rectum. Her sphincter tightened around me, but my cock's head was beyond the backward pressure and I stayed. I moaned aloud.

"Oh Liberty baby, you've done it! You've taken my cock up your ass! We're fucking! I'm fucking you up your ass!"

Liberty panted and grinned at the mirror. I panted and grinned back, and gently moved my hips, just wriggling my cock inside her rectum. She raised her head from the bed and we both admired ourselves - the man fucking the little girl up the bum, his hard dick half visible behind her.

What an astonishing feeling. It was like her sippery fist again, the billowy flesh of her rectum and the clenching power of her anus stimulating my cock like nothing else ever.

Fucking Liberty in the ass was the best thing I've ever done.

And so we spent a good few hours on the bed in that higgledy-piggledy bedroom with the sun moving slowly across our bodies as we licked and sucked and wanked and played. I fucked her in the ass one more time, until finally she sat astride me as I lay on my back, and she wanked me to a crashing orgasm with my cock pressed against her pussy and the semen squirting all over her hairless little mound. Several times she shivered and shock with little-girl orgasms, and we both fell asleep curled up together afterwards.

I had more sex with that gorgeous little girl at other times, in other places, but that was the first. That was my first time of taking Liberty!