"Joe, come here," Alison called as I walked by her room. I stopped, then went in thinking that she was going to show me a favorite doll or something like that. "Sit down here," she patted the bed next to her. I sat down.

She put one of her hands on my arm and the other on my thigh, "You know, I really like you."

"Well, thank you honey, I really like you too." I was a little surprised, not the usual sort of thing a six year old said.

"I think you're really cute," she said.

This was getting kind of weird, my girlfriend's daughter was an outgoing kid, but... She reached up and ran her hand up the back of my neck.

"You're a really pretty little girl too, Alison," I said.

She moved her hand around to the other side of my head and pulled me down toward her, kissing my neck just below my ear, at the same time, her other hand moved up my thigh and pushed against the end of my cock. This was just too much, I really didn't know what to do, I was being hit on by a six year old! I didn't want to reject her, that could hurt her feelings, plus, well, she is a pretty sexy little kid-for a first grader.

She moved her hand under my chin and turned my head, then reached up and kissed me. It was so sweet, but then she also moved her other hand and covered my growing cock. I pulled back from her kiss. She rubbed my cock through my jeans. "Does that feel good?"

Did it feel good! Holy Shit! I have never been so turned on in my life. Now, I had always thought little girls were sexy, but I had never actually thought deeply about having sex with one. But now, my heart was pounding. Then again, this really wasn't right...

"Would you rub me too, you know down there?" She took my hand and led it to her thigh, pushing my fingers down into her crotch. She was in her nightgown. I could feel her little slit through the thin cotton. She spread her legs farther apart, "Yes, honey, that's really good," she cooed. She leaned against me and we slowly lay back on the bed, still feeling each other up through our clothes.

She was keeping up her rubbing of my cock, I was getting uncomfortably hard in my jeans. "You know," she said, "it would feel lots better if we undid your pants."

This is when it hit me, she was molesting me! Some where, some time, she had been on the other side of this, and now she was acting out the role. In a way, I thought it was really sick, but, then again, I was way beyond the point where the head above the shoulders was in control.

"Are you sure it's ok?" I asked.

"Yeah, it'll be fine, darling," she said.

I reached down and started undoing my belt. Then I let the button loose and, leaning back, I unzipped. Alison started to pull my pants down, I was surprised at how familiar she was at the mechanics of men's trousers. I kicked my shoes off, without saying a word, she stood up and pulled my jeans free of my feet. This was truly awesome, being undressed by this little kid. Then she reached out and started unbuttoning my shirt, "You're so beautiful Joey, you have wonderful skin. Is it alright if I undress you? I think you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." I played the part and just looked at her quietly and allowed her to pull my polo shirt up, I raised my arms and leaned forward as she pulled it over my head. Then she pushed me back so I was laying across the bed and she lay down next to me, propping herself up on one elbow. She ran her hand over my chest and circled one of my nipples with her fingertips. My cock was pushing way up, huge in my briefs. She moved her hand down my stomach, then grasped my dick through my underwear. She leaned down and kissed me, but this time, I felt her tiny tongue at my lips. I opened my mouth slightly and was enthralled by the feeling of her tiny little tongue dancing with mine. At the same time, she pulled her hand back and slid it under my waist band, moving her little fingers around my cock. She pulled it up so it was hard against my belly. I was beginning to have to concentrate to keep from blowing my load right then.

"Is it all right if we take these off?" she said as she started to pull my briefs down.

"Ok," I said.

She stood up again and worked my underwear down over my knees, then let it drop, I worked it off over my feet.

"Do you want to see me?" she asked.

Damn, what a question. I wanted to shout but I knew I couldn't.

"Ok."

She lifted her nightgown over her head, she wasn't wearing panties. Her brown hair reached just below her shoulders. She had an intense look on her oval face, a rounded forehead, brown close set eyes, straight nose and small lips. Her lower lip was a bit chapped. The skin on her body was just a little dark, but not olive. She had some roundness to her belly and a small slit between full pussy lips. I guess that, because she is just a bit heavy, the lips are big enough that her clit and inner lips are never protruding but can only be discovered when she has her legs wide apart.

"I want to rub you, I know you'll really like it," she said.

I had to play the part, and this took a lot of restraint. "What are you going to do?"

"Well," she knelt on the bed next to me, "if I rub this," she cupped my cock between her hands, "it'll feel real good."

"Well, ok," I said.

She started stroking me, moving her little hands up and down my shaft. I was very quickly building to an explosion.

"Now, in a minute," she said, "some white stuff's going to come out. Don't be afraid, it feels really good."

Having a six year old explain male masturbation is kind of strange. I started to move my hips, humping to meet her. "Wow," she said, "You're doing great." Was I ever. She concentrated on stroking the head between her little hands. It was only a few seconds later that I flooded her hands with my sperm, some plopping on my hip while most ran over her hands and down my shaft. She knew just what to do and kept stroking until I finished. My head was spinning, I know I had groaned as I came. She let my schlong go, then picked up her nightgown and started to wipe the cum off her hands and off my cock.

"Did you like that?" she said.

"Yeah."

"Would you rub me? I'd like to feel good like that too."

"Ok."

She lay down on the bed next to me and spread her legs. She took my hand and led it to her pussy. "Here, rub me in my slit, down here. Just move your finger along it, pushing just a little."

To this, I certainly complied and watched as her skin became more flushed and breathing deepened. "Oh, yeah, you're doing great."

I could feel her stiff little clit and she was getting more and more wet. "If you push farther down, you can put your finger inside me," she said.

I moved down and pushed my finger into her vagina, pushing up to my second knuckle before hitting the top. Obviously, someone had popped her cherry.

"Oh yeah. That's really good," she said. I kept on finger fucking her a little faster. "Oh, that's really good." My cock was hard again against her thigh.

She took my hand and started directing my movement as she started to hump. She was beginning to sweat and her eyes had a far away look. "Rub faster!" she said. Only a few seconds later, she shuddered as an orgasm flowed over her. She moaned and caught her breath, gasping several times before it passed and she sank back down onto the mattress.

She pushed my hand away and sat up, still panting. "Oh darling, that was wonderful," she panted. Then, quite suddenly, she got up and grabbed her discarded nightgown. She looked around nervously, then stuffed it under the bed. She went over to her drawers and took out a pair of panties, put them on, then put on a tee shirt. Then she came over and picked up my undershorts, holding them open for me.

"Here, we need to get you dressed before Mommy gets home."

I was amazed. I hadn't had anyone dress me like this since I was a child. I put on foot in, then the other, and she pulled them up to my knees. "Come on, honey, stand up," she said. Soon I was dressed again.

"Honey," she patted the bed next to her again. I sat down. She looked at me with a very serious expression.

"Honey, we have to keep this a secret, ok?"

"Why?" I asked.

"Well, if people, if Mommy, finds out what we did, they won't let us see each other any more." She paused, "You'd be sad if that happened, wouldn't you? If we couldn't go to the movies or to the park any more."

"No, I'd hate that," I said. "Don't worry, I can keep it secret."

"That's good honey," she said. "Do you want some desert before bed?"

"Yeah!"

We went out to the kitchen and changed roles again as I served her ice cream. A little later, as we sat watching TV, we heard Martha at the door, getting home from work, she put her finger across her lips and said quietly, "Remember, it's our secret."