Julia was crying.

The night that started everything began with a sad little girl, huddled up alone in her room, weeping quietly to herself. It seems ridiculous now to think that the most amazing experience of my life started out in such an unexpected way. It was the night I realised a grown man could love a seven-year-old girl. It was the night I discovered that even children can take pleasure in the ways of the flesh, and that, in Julia's case at least, they can serve that pleasure back in the most mindblowing of ways. I could not have imagined the things she could do with her mouth, or how she would respond to a mouthful of hot, sticky cum. It was the night I made a second-grader the last lover I would ever need. Never again would either of us want for another. It was an experience that brought us both together in the most humanly and intrinsic of all earthly bonds. An experience that would end that first night with a little girl coated in my fluids, my body spent and worn. And it all began because little Julia was crying.

When I first entered the little girl's bedroom to tell her goodnight, I was surprised to find that her light was still on and she was sitting upright, blankets cast aside, knees drawn up to her chest with her arms wrapped tightly round them. Having expected her to be fast asleep, I was somewhat startled by the sight of the weeping child who had, only an hour ago, informed me that she was tired and wanted to go to bed. She had said this with a bright smile, even kissing me on the cheek before retiring to her room. But now I saw that she was neither sleeping nor smiling, but huddled up in the corner of her bed, sobbing softly into the knees of her silky pajama bottoms.

"Julia," I said, "what's wrong? Are you okay?"

She jumped at the sound of my voice and looked up at me. She quickly drew her hands to her face and wiped away the tears before offering me a weak smile and saying "Yeah, I'm okay. I guess I just wasn't as tired as I thought."

This ruse, however, did not fool me in the slightest. I walked over to the bed and sat down next to her. I reached my hand out to her and ran my thumb across her puffy, red cheek, soft and wet. She looked away and drew an uneven breath.

"It's alright." I said, doing my best to sound mature and caring. "You can tell me. What's the matter?"

It's true that I had only been babysitting Julia for a couple months, but in that time I had never once seen her face betray any emotion other than joy or excitement, except perhaps the occasional pout of disappointment when I told her she wasn't allowed to do something. She seemed like such a happy child that I never once even imagined she might sometimes feel unhappy or depressed. In fact, I had remarked to her father, a long-time friend of mine, that she appeared to be the happiest little girl in the world. She didn't ever say a word that didn't convey an air of eternal contentedness.

And yet here she was, fighting back heavy sobs, curled up in her bed in the dead of night. I wondered if this happened often. I had known her mother and father both since we were all kids so many years ago, and I often volunteered to watch her when they were out for the evening or needed to work late. This was the first time, however, that they had ever asked me stay overnight with her, and I suddenly realised that for all I knew, this pitiful sight was a regular occurrence. Perhaps she cried herself to sleep everyday. The thought pierced my heart like an icy blast of wind. She was such a sweet little girl. She never hurt anyone in her life. What could she have possibly done to deserve whatever horrible feelings had stricken her? I resolved to do anything to make her feel better again.

"You can tell me." I repeated. She shook her head, still averting her face from my view. I continued, "You can tell me anything, honey, you know that. I've known you since you were a baby. Did you know that?" She shook her head again. "It's true. I even visited your mother at the hospital a few days after you were born. I was one of the first people to get to hold you. I'm practically your uncle. Other than your parents, there's no one in the world who loves you more than I do. Whatever is wrong, you can tell me. I won't judge you, I promise."

At first she still did not reply. Then, turning to face me but still not meeting my eyes, she whimpered "If you love me so much, why won't you be my boyfriend?"

I was somewhat taken aback by this answer, expecting it would be something about spending the night away from her parents, or perhaps a mean kid at school. I was uncertain what she meant, but then I remembered the conversation we had earlier that night. She had asked me if I loved her. I replied that yes, of course I do. Then she said "Well, you should be my boyfriend then." She punctuated this declaration with a wry smile. Assuming she was joking, I simply laughed and replied "If I were your boyfriend, we would have to do things that I don't think your parents would quite approve of." I imagined the child spread out on the bed, completely naked, begging to feel my stiff cock deep inside her. Disturbed, I shook the thought from my head. She then told me that she knew all about those things from her dad's magazines, which she had found in the closet. She wanted to do them, she said, but only with her boyfriend. And she wanted that to be me. I was quite astounded by this, the girl being only seven years old, but replied (still believing we she was only kidding about the boyfriend thing), "Ha, well, I'm afraid you're only allowed to do those things in bed, and since it's too early to sleep I guess we'll have to wait for nighttime." I added a wink and walked away.

Now I understood what I had missed. She had gone to bed not to sleep, but to wait for me to come up and profess my love in the way the men and women did in those magazines. When I left her alone she must have assumed I was telling her I didn't love her, and this crushed the innocent little girl's spirit.

"Oh Julia...." I said. I wasn't sure how to respond. Of course I loved her-like my own daughter-but that was just it. We were practically related. Sure she was cute, with her long silky blond hair and bright blue eyes that sparkled in the sunlight. Yes, her beauty was unmistakable, from the way her brightly-coloured t-shirts draped across her perfectly flat chest, and how her pants fit so snug round her tiny waist. But to love her like that? It simply was not a possibility. I could never be with her, not in that way. Not when she's practically my own child. And then I thought to myself, not only that, but she's only seven years old! That alone should turn me off from the idea! But a creeping discomfort in the pit of my stomach reminded me that, while I knew I could not have anything more than a platonic relationship with the girl, the fact that she was only in second grade had not even registered in my internal debate. I felt a bit sick.

"If you really love someone, you're s'posed to make them happy." she continued. "And I, um... I really like you." She looked into my eyes at last. I lost my breath in the endless starry universe of her swollen eyes, glistening with the wetness of shed tears, yet still so large and full of wonderment. "I just wanna make you happy. Seeing you that way is what makes me happy too. That's why I wanna do that stuff. I want to do it 'cause it will feel good, but you're the only one who makes me feel good anyways, so I want you to be the one to do it with me."

As her words echoed back through her mind Julia blushed and turned away again. I was, once again, left without the proper words to express what I felt. Did I even know what I was feeling? It was a strange sensation. Something about the way that little girl spoke, her dulcet voice both shaky and confident. Something about the way she laid curled up against herself as if to offer herself the embrace I had denied her. Something about the things she said, words that I had never imagined us exchanging, yet so perfectly in tune with what I seemed to be feeling now.

I slid in closer to the sobbing child and pulled her into a tight hug. After a moment my grip slackened, but she did not move away, so I allowed her to simply lie there in my arms as I held one hand against the small of her back and the other behind her head, fingers tangled in the golden locks of her silky hair. I took a deep breath in preparation for my next words. A warm scent of coconut shampoo invaded my nostrils. I leaned down and kissed the top of her head.

I combed my fingers through her hair. She snuggled closer to me, face pressed hard against my chest. I could feel the wetness of her tears drenching through my old, ragged t-shirt. I felt her body begin to relax as she calmed down. As if to defy this reaction, my heart began to expand and contract in semirapid beats. It only grew faster as I realised there was no way she could not feel it pounding against her. Afraid she would notice the reaction, I nudged her away for a moment to pull my shirt off under the guise of protecting it from the moisture of her tears. This didn't work though, as once I had thrown it aside, she snuggled up even closer and began to run her hand through the thick patch of dark brown hair on my chest.

"I do love you, Julia." I said, trying to ignore the growing speed of my heart's throbbings as she breathed softly against me. "And I would love to be the one to share those special things with you. I wish I could be the man to teach you those things and to make us both feel good together."

"You do?" came her quiet voice, somewhat muffled against me. I adjusted myself to a sitting position with my legs lying straight out in front of me, and picked the tiny girl up, sitting her crossways over my lap. She twisted her torso to face me directly, clinging ever tighter to my body as she wrapped her arms round me.

"Yes, sweetie, I do. I mean... I really, really do. That's no lie. There's no man on this Earth more qualified to show you that world for the first time. And there's no man who wants more for you to feel that special sensation. But I... I just can't. I'm practically related to you, honey. It wouldn't be right."

My stomach churned again as I noticed once more that I had completely forgotten the most important part; that she was only a little girl.

"But you aren't really related." she replied, looking up at last. Her eyes penetrated my mind again with their infinite depth. I could see the universe within them. "You're just a family friend, right? So it's not illegal or anything. And besides, right and wrong shouldn't matter with love."

This was a wisdom I could not debate. I held no doubts whatsoever that we did indeed love each other, whether it was in 'that way' or not. And no one could deny that when two people are in love, social disapproval is an abstract matter of little importance. I found myself wondering what it would be like to be her Romeo.

"That's very true. I think you're definitely right about that. But it is illegal." I said sadly. "It's illegal because I'm twenty-nine years old and you're only seven. We can't do those things, no matter how much we want to."

"But you just said those things don't matter. Not if you're in love. You do love me... don't you?"

I continued to stare into those deep blue eyes. I felt like I was sinking into the ocean's abyss and floating over the clouds of the night sky all at once. Her lips were parted slightly. It would be so easy to steal a kiss. Just one....

"Yes." was all I could manage to say.

"Then why don't you kiss me?"

Apprehension barely touched my mind, if it did at all. I was in a daze, hypnotised by the girl's soft form held so close to mine, the sweet scent of her hair tattooing my brain with visions of lovers sharing their bodies and souls. How could I deny her when I had just admitted to myself that it was exactly what I wanted? It was only a kiss. Just one. A kiss is not illegal. A kiss cannot be wrong.

I did not attempt to argue with her, but instead leaned in with slow reluctance and planted a quick peck on her soft pink lips. The sweet taste of strawberry-flavoured children's lip balm consumed my brain. I paused, trying to decide what to do next. She leaned in closer to me and I lowered my head to give her another, this time planting my mouth firmly against hers and pressing hard against it. Her lips began to part and, without realising what I was doing, I slipped my tongue into her tiny mouth. She adjusted herself so that she was sitting on my lap, facing me. She put one knee down on either side of my lap. She wrapped her arms round the back of my neck and pulled me into a passionate kiss, our tongues dancing in each other's mouths, eyes closed to enjoy the bizarre sensation of decadent pleasure. She pressed her pelvis against my stomach as I ran my fingers through her curls. The moment seemed to last for eternity as I lost myself in the ecstasy of the kiss of love from an underage girl.

I'm not sure how long we stayed like that, exploring each others mouths, thrusting our bodies together. All I know is that eventually she broke the connection, moving her head slowly away from mine, mouth still slightly agape.

"I want to do something." she whispered. "Lay down flat. Is it okay if I film it?"

"Sure...." I said without thinking.

I didn't know what she was going to do, but it was almost certainly something a little girl shouldn't be doing to an adult man. Still, I was entranced by the moment and offered no reluctance whatsoever as she climbed off me and I adjusted myself till I lay flat my back. She retreated to the foot of the bed and I stared up at the ceiling wondering what sort of spell she had cast on me. I heard a metallic sound as the girl set up a tripod in the corner. I wondered where it had come from, but did not care enough to ask. I was completely out of my mind. For a moment I almost forgot she was even there, my thoughts flying about in my head so rapidly. I was thrown back into reality, however, when I heard a snap at the top of my jeans, followed by a quiet a zipping noise, and then the feeling of them sliding down my waist as Julia tugged on the course fabric, pulling them loose and dropping them over the edge of the bed.

"What are you doing?" I asked. But I knew full well what she was doing, and I had no intentions of stopping her.

She did not respond, but instead ran her tiny fingers long the hem of my boxers. Then she removed them too, moving with deliberate slowness so as to prolong the anticipation of each movement.

There I laid, completely naked as Julia, a little girl of only seven, kneeled over me. I parted my legs to allow her to position herself between them. She scuttled over to the space I had made and leaned over my exposed penis. It was still soft somehow, but had grown considerably from its usual state. She seemed uncertain as to what exactly to do with it and I feared that she would not know how to proceed. These concerns were quickly diminished, however, when I felt her hand slide up my thigh, turn and run briefly through my pubic hairs, and then wrap itself gently round my growing cock.

"This will make a great movie." she said. "I've never done this before."

For a moment she did not move. Her hand rested on the base as I received the soft heat of her palm on my anxious member. Then, she gave me a gentle squeeze and pulled lightly. She stroked her hand back and forth as my cock began to stiffen in her grip. I watched her expression as it flowed smoothly from uncertainty to hesitation, and then the succinct smile of satisfaction. She reached her other hand over and continued to push and pull on the object of her attention till it grew to full height and hardened into a full erection. Her movements slowed. She ran her tiny preteen hands once more from the top of my eager cock all the way down to the base, pulling the skin tight and holding it there at the base of my pelvis. Then, without warning, she stopped moving. Her hands remained in place, a tight diamond shape round my engorged cock with her thumbs pressed against my testicles and the remaining eight fingers framing the area above. I felt her make some sort of adjustment to her positioning, but no further arousal of my own awaiting body ensued.

I had still been telling myself even at that point that I didn't really want her-that I was simply reacting to the stimulation, and if she stopped I would regain my sanity and run from the room as fast as I could. When the motions ended, however, I did not think 'Okay, this has gone on long enough, I need to leave,' but rather, 'No! Keep going, please, I can't lose this feeling!'

The disappointment must have shown on my face, because she then said "Don't worry, lover. I'm not done yet."

I had no time to decipher the meaning of this statement, for it was explained quite well only a second later. Without any further warning, my cock was plunged into a vacuum of wet heat, the sudden ecstasy of the unexpected sensation causing it to spring up even further with an abrupt jolt of sheer carnal pleasure. But the enthralled member did not have far to jump, for it was now drawn tightly into the serene pressure of the inside of little Julia's hot mouth. I turned my gaze downwards once again to see the child's expression and saw her staring right back into my own eyes. She had lain flat on her stomach, hands still swaddling the base of my pelvis, gaping mouth stuffed full with only about a third of my seven-inch cock. She continued to attempt, without much luck, to force the giant object further into the depths of her mouth while fixating that bright cobalt gaze directly into my own dazed countenance. She released a terse wet cough from the pit of her esophagus, a harsh muffled gagging sound, as she succeeded in driving two more inches of the remaining length into her throat, only to discover that it was more than her tiny body was prepared to receive. She held herself in place despite the discomfort, persevering through the dull pain as she tried to devour even more of my rigid tool. I was amazed by the sight of the tiny girl packing her throat so full with my giant dick. She quickly pressed too far again, however, and a fit of deep, wet coughs overtook her.

She threw her head back, releasing me from the godly delights of her drooling mouth. Even without my member packed deep into her mouth, she continued to choke and sputter. She turned onto her side as she succumbed to the fit of unrelenting convulsions within her throat. I sat up on my elbows and stared down at her, praying she was okay. Would she be alright? What if I had somehow filled her too full and caused her some sort of permanent damage? I knew this was a bad idea, I thought, overcome with concern for the injured child.

"Julia, say something!" I cried.

The young girl responded with a series of short, breathless rasps. When she recovered a moment later she still did not reply. She cleared her throat, took a moment to shudder throughout her body, an involuntary spasm in every muscle, and then flashed me another cheerful smile, albeit it tinged with a look of pale apprehension. I could see a thin trickle of saliva at the corner of her lip that she had been unable to swallow with her mouth stretched so far. I wondered how she had managed to open those jaws so wide. She looked down at my pulsing erection once more. It gleamed with the heavy coat of saliva she had spread over it. She brushed the golden hair from her face and, repositioning herself so that she was resting on her knees, leaned over and returned to her previous concern of attempting to swallow my oversized item.

The incredible sensation of being thrust into the little girl's mouth a second time was even more powerful than the first. Her tight lips, lubricated with a thin, greasy-sweet coating of Chapstick and her own spit, pressed against the head in a soft kiss. She moved in further and I broke the seal of her smooth, creamy lips, the tip entering the hot opening. She progressed much slower this time, sliding her lips down my shaft, forming a tight ring around it. She sucked on the organ as if it were candy, and I could feel the inside of her cheeks rubbing tightly against it. She replaced her hands over the top of my cock at the place that it met my pelvis, allowing her to avoid slipping too far and to keep the rigid member flowing smoothly into her mouth.

As before, she soon reached the point where her hot tunnel grew too narrow to penetrate any farther without hurting her. The anticipation and slow progression of the matter was beginning to make me impatient, and for the slightest of seconds I considered thrusting my hips upwards to force it deeper into her mouth. But the fantasy was brief and fleeting, and I knew I would never do anything to harm my sweet little Julia. Luckily, the sluggish pace did not last.

She slid her tongue across the underside of my shaft; a slightly difficult maneuver due to the fact that there was very little spare room in the second-grader's crammed mouth. Once she had found a comfortable position for it, she allowed the muscle to relax and pressed forward once more, and then back again. Having been unable to accept the full girth of my manhood, she had decided to suck on as much as she was able too, and somehow also knew to bob her head back and forth as well. At first the bobbing motion was jerky and uneven, but the studious child quickly mastered the skill, sucking my unyieldingly hard cock with all her might while rocking her head up and down with perfect timing. Her hands tightened their grip and relaxed again. Her pace grew faster and her breath on my cock seemed to grow hotter. Her soft tongue licked its underside as she moved, and every few seconds I could feel her teeth brush against my dick for the briefest of moments before she stretched her already wide-open mouth even further to accommodate me. Her large, sparkling eyes were trained up at my face, creating a beautiful juxtaposition as I stared into the deep blue purity of a child's eyes and watched that very same little girl slide rhythmically to and fro as my enormous cock pounded against the entrance to her gullet. My sweet, sweet Julia. Even when she was crammed full of my own pulsing manhood, struggling to stuff it all into her mouth, she still managed to convey an air of undying innocence.

"That's it, girl." I moaned. "More...."

She started to suck even harder and rocked back and forth faster still. The tight suction, warmth, and wetness of her mouth all began to overpower my thoughts and I knew at that moment I could not hold off. A fierce pressure was building somewhere between my stomach and testicles. I reached down and placed a hand on the top of Julia's head, moving it along with her as if dribbling a basketball. Her fingers dug into my skin again, but this time they did not release their grip. I took a small bundle of her brilliant yellow hair in my hand and pulled it tight, continuing to pump her head up and down in time with her own movements. The pressure increased and I felt a fluttering sensation in my testicles. This was the moment. I could not stop it now. My sweet baby angel. Little naive Julia. Here she was, bobbing rapidly on a giant throbbing dick, mouth stuffed to bursting. And here I was, right there on the other side, brain melting as she slid ever deeper down my quaking shaft.

This was the moment. I was about to cum in a seven year old's mouth. I was about to stuff her tiny orifice with great globs of thick, salty cum and it would all be on film for me to watch over and over again.

"Julia," I cried out, "it's about to happen-oh god-do you know what happens next?"

But I didn't get to find out if she did or not, because at that very moment she pressed down just a bit too far once again, and I penetrated the entrance to her throat, causing me to lose my control and explode, right there in little Julia's hot mouth.

"Ahhhhhhg!" I cried.

My eyes went to the back of my head. I released another involuntary grunt, thrusting my hips upwards so that the full size of my seizing member was now buried in the back of Julia's tight throat. With a third groan of pleasure came a wave of utter euphoria as I blasted a massive load of cum into the startled preteen's mouth. I felt her start to pull away, but I was still in throws and, without any conscious thought whatsoever, I tightened my grip on the bouquet of golden hair in my hand, and forced the poor child back down, shoving her face all the way into me till her nose smashed into my groin, rubbing hard against my tangled, brown pubic hair. She sputtered and gagged but maintained her hold just beneath the spot I had shoved her nose into, and I bucked upwards again, spurting another lot of hot, sticky semen inside the tiny girl. Julia turned her eyes up to me as she choked on my heaving organ, but I was staring at the ceiling, oblivious to anything but the raging ecstasy of my ravenous body. I threw out my other hand and grabbed her head with that one too. I released her hair from my grip, but continued to hold her head in place, trying to force it even deeper into me, despite already being planted deep within Julia's gullet. I regained control just long enough to loosen my hold slightly to allow her to remove the object from her aching throat, but not enough to let it go completely. She pulled back as far as I would let her and coughed up some of the sperm lodged in her gullet, my cock still impaling her reddened face. The movement of her lips sliding back set off a third and final explosion of cum, depositing the thick, gooey mess all over her tongue and the soft flesh inside her. The orgasm filled her mouth till her cheeks began to puff out and she could hold no more. She drooled a creamy white mixture of cum and saliva down my shaft. My hold slackened again, but I still did not release the girl. My body fell limp against the bright pin k sheets, but my dick remained semi-hard in Julia's hot, sperm-filled mouth.

After a moment Julia relaxed as well. The cum in her throat had all either been coughed back into her mouth with the rest of it, or had made its way down and was now travelling to her stomach. My hands slipped off her head and fell at my sides. The second-grader remained in place for a moment, struggling to prevent herself from overflowing with the combined masses of a slowly deflating adult-sized cock and an incredible load of thick, gooey cum. Once she had decided upon the best way to remove one item but not the other, she slid her lips upward and slowly pulled away, leaving a thin trail of milky-white fluid on my dick as she did so.

She paused momentarily upon reaching the wider area of the head, but managed to slip past without losing more than a couple small drips of cum. She pulled back the rest of the way and drooled a bit more of the semen onto the sheets as she broke free of me. My cock, having emptied itself with more force and in larger amount than it ever had before, fell limp and drooped down helplessly, exhausted and completely used up. I could still see the trails of oily slime Julia had left behind. I wondered if she would lick up the remaining cum for me.

But Julia, it seemed, would not be able to lick the rest of the milky mess from my spent manhood-not right away at least. As my mind started to wake up again, I sat up against the headboard and drew my legs in so that I could see the little girl kneeling before me, cheeks bulging with the thick goop she had siphoned from my engorged manhood. I wondered if she would be able to swallow it all. I had never in my life released that much at one time, and I found it difficult to believe that she could possibly take such a large quantity of sperm down her throat and into her stomach. Then again, I would have thought it impossible that she could find any way to stuff seven inches of thick man-cock into her. And, for that matter, I would never have believed that I, a grown man, would be spurting cum into a beautiful little blonde seven-year-old's mouth either. If I could be tricked into doing such a perverse, unthinkably immoral thing because of a few minutes' conversation with the girl... who knew what possibilities this world might be hiding from us!

I watched Julia intently to see how much she would be able to swallow.

It soon became apparent, however, that while the girl had read enough of daddy's secret magazines to know exactly how to get a mouthful of hot cum, she hadn't ever seen what was supposed to be done with it afterwards. She shot me a look of embarrassed uncertainty. I examined the little girl and couldn't repress a small grin. There, on her knees at the other side of the bed, kneeled Julia, the girl who was practically my daughter, trying to ask me what she should do with a mouthful of my own sperm. I imagined her saying "What should I do, Daddy? Do you want me to rub it all over or should I just drink it? It tastes so amazing! Can I suck out some more?"

Something about the way her pajamas hung loosely on her tiny body. Or maybe it was the look on her face, an expression of confusion, cheeks puffed out, mouth dripping tiny trickles of cum. Perhaps it was just the feeling of total release and being completely sexually satisfied from a little girl's very first blowjob. Whatever it was, it made me want to grab my little Julia, squeeze her tight, and never let go. But instead, I just smiled.

"It's alright." I said. "Just swallow it, babe. Swallow as much as you can and rub the rest into your skin. Think of it like a special drink for only the prettiest little girls, but it turns into lotion when you can't drink it all."

I was well aware that this was an incredibly stupid analogy, but it seemed to be good enough for Julia. She looked up towards the ceiling, opened up, and started to work her powerful throat muscles, taking the load into her stomach one swallow at a time. I stared in wonder as she pumped the hot goo into her stomach, occasionally letting a bit drip down her chin or from the sides of her mouth. Once she had consumed about half of it, keeping her head tilted upwards so as not to spill the precious elixir, attempted to say something.

"Ig if-a nuh?" she said.

"Sorry?" I said.

"Ih higga nuh?" she tried again. The words were still incomprehensible, but I was pretty sure I knew what she was trying to say.

"Yeah babe," I said with a laugh, "that's plenty. Just rub the rest into your skin. Here-"

I sat up and crawled across the bed. When I reached the girl I lifted the bottom of her pajama top till her pale white tummy was exposed and said "I'm going to take this off, okay?" She looked uncertain, so I added "If you don't take it off, how are you going to rub the cum on your chest and your tummy?" I gave her belly a light poke as I said this, causing her to giggle and nearly lose the load in her mouth. "And I'll let you do it if you want, but you got to take my pants off, so I think it's only fair. Besides, maybe in a minute you'll let me take the rest of your clothes off too so I can use my mouth to make you feel as good as you made me feel just now."

I started to pull it off again, but she shook her head and swatted at my hands. I let go of her top and stumbled back a bit to give her room, seeing that she wanted to do it herself. She reached down and took hold of the hem of her silky shirt and pulled it upwards, tugging it free, pausing only for a split second just before exposing her chest.

This was the first time I had seen the child topless since she had been a baby. I scanned her body with insatiable eyes, taking in every detail, from the tiny patch of light-coloured freckles on her left shoulder, to the soft ridges of her ribs as she stretched her arms above her heads. I examined her smooth, white belly, punctuated with what was easily the cutest belly button I had ever seen. My gaze swept over her, riding past the point where the warm of her natural tan met the cool white flesh of the skin forbidden from exposure by those tiny wet bikinis she wore so well. Her chest was perfectly flat without any hint of development whatsoever. I wondered if it were possible for her to stay that way forever. Her nipples were small and coloured a pale rosy pink. They sat there on her smooth, milky-white flesh, two tiny angel kisses, soft and nearly as flat as the chest they rested upon. Never before had I looked at a child in such a way. Never before had I seen a young girl as this one. Never once had I noticed the sensuous curve of the bend of their neck, or the way it flowed ever so delicately into a shoulder and then down an arm and into the fingers. Her entire body was a masterpiece of divine creation. I was hypnotised by her being.

I devoted so much attention to admiring Julia's physique that I barely noticed when she lifted her hands in front of her and closed them together, palms upward, forming the shape of a bowl. My mind barely registered it when she opened her mouth and began to tilt her head downwards ever so slowly and cautiously. In fact, the first time I took notice of any unusual movement at all was when my view of her delicate chest, expanding and contracting to the rhythm of her tender heart, was suddenly obscured by a trickling stream that rained down from above, soon growing into a full-blown waterfall. As Julia leaned her head over her hands, a deluge of sticky white goo poured from the spout of her lips into the bowl she had formed below. She opened her mouth as wide as she could, catching the last of it in her palms.

She looked at me as if to ask if she were doing it right. I nodded. She gave one last look of reluctance, then leaned back and brought the bowl to her smooth chest, opening her hands to allow the cum to dribble down onto her soft body. The thick goo poured onto her chest and trickled downwards, curving round her belly and disappearing into the secret world that lay underneath her pajama bottoms. She moved the leaking bowl in circles over her chest, splattering the precious liquid over every inch of her torso. It streamed downwards, trickling round her sides and onto the bed, down her belly and into her loose-fitting pants, and over her tiny pink nipples, dripping all over the beautiful rosebuds and, when she tilted to one side, gliding gracefully over one and across the other, dripping off the miniature point and onto the little girl's pink bedsheets. I watched the stuff splatter across her body in thick globs, painting the little second-grade slut white.

The stream of semen began to grow thin. As the last few drop trickled down and splashed against her warm skin, she looked up. Her lips remained slightly parted, and I watched as a few final droplets dripped from her pale pink lips and dribbled onto her already cum-plastered chest.

Once she had emptied her hands of my cum, she looked at her palms to find them still coated in the thick goo. She looked at me again with those big innocent eyes, hands opened before her cum-drenched body as if she were releasing a dove to the wind. I gave a gentle nod. She then pressed her hands flat against the place where she would one day grow breasts, and rubbed the gooey mess in small circles. She massaged her chest in delicate, slow motions, running her hands in tiny rings round the area. I offered her another nod of support. She continued to smear the goo round her body with both hands, allowing the circular motions to grow wider with each revolution.

"That's it." I said. "Good girl, you're doing so well. Don't be afraid to rub it everywhere."

At this suggestion she spread the swirlings wider still, so that she was rubbing herself out to her sides and then back to her tiny pink nipples again, pressing the skin of her would-be breasts closer together as she moved inwards. Then, maintaining the motion with her left hand, she slid her right downwards, sweeping her hand down the tender flesh of her belly, all the way to the place where her bare skin met the rim of her pajama bottoms.

"That's great, Julia. You're almost done, just be sure to get it everywhere."

She drew her hands back to her chest where most of the cum had fallen, and with both hands began to sweep the remaining goop down. Upon reaching the barrier of her pants, she gave only slight pause. Then, she flattened both palms against her stomach and slid them beneath the fabric and into the secret regions of her inner thighs and the magnificent prize that lay between them. Her arms formed a wide 'V' as she drew both hands together beneath her clothing and massaged my cum into the soft flesh around the little girl's young pussy. Her eyes lit up and I realised she had, probably for the first time, discovered her 'magic bump.'

"That's good, baby girl." I said. "I think you got it all. Let's get cleaned up."

She looked at her hands. She smiled at me, and then lifted them to her face. She stuck her tongue through her lips and then ran it across her palms, licking up the last of the sticky cum.

"I'm a cat." she giggled. "I'm drinking your milk."

She opened her mouth wider and stuck her tongue out all the way, running it up the palm of her hand once more, lapping up the mess. She then stuck each finger into her mouth one-at-a-time and sucked on them, pushing them as far in as they would go. I laughed.

"Alright, Kitty. That's enough for now. Turn off the camera and put it away. Why don't you have a bath, and then we'll do some more afterwards?"

I could tell she liked this idea.

Julia bathed in the upstairs bathroom while I headed downstairs for a quick shower. As I stood there beneath the jets of lukewarm water, watching the combined juices of semen and little girl spit circle the drain, I asked myself what I had done. It was just a blowjob, sure, but it was a blowjob from a seven-year-old girl. It was illegal, immoral, and bafflingly stupid. How could I have done such a thing to that sweet little girl? I still couldn't even figure out how it had happened in the first place. In the end, however, I decided that what had happened could not be undone, but I could still make sure that nothing like it ever occurred again.

I exited the shower and dressed in my nightclothes. I headed up the stairs to Julia's room, only to find that she had already washed, redressed, and lain down upon fresh sheets. The light was off and she was curled up on her side, fast asleep, thumb stuffed in her mouth like a little baby. I entered the room and sat down next to her sleeping body.

"I'm sorry we did this." I said. Julia stirred. Her eyelids crept open and she looked up at me. I repeated myself to ensure she had heard me.

"Why?" she said, sounding hurt.

"It was wrong. I should have never done that to you. I should never have let you touch me there, I should never had held your head down while I, um... did that... and I should never have made you rub that stuff all over you. I'm sorry."

Julia sat up and brushed a strand of wet hair from her face. I caught another waft of coconut breeze.

"Well I'm not sorry." she replied. "I'm glad it happened. I'm glad I could make you happy. And I liked it too. All of it. Even when you held my head down, I know it was only 'cause it made you feel really good, so I was happy too."

"Julia... you don't understand. This just isn't something a man can do with a little girl. I won't deny that it felt good. In fact, it felt great. And I won't deny that maybe, somewhere deep inside me, I kind of always wanted it to happen. But it's over now, and we can never do it again. Do you understand?"

She looked hurt, but I knew it was only for the best. She gave me a sad nod. I brushed my hand through her hair and stood up, turning to leave.

"But there's one thing." she said, stopping me as I walked away.

"What's that?"

"Well, I did something to make you feel good, right? And if you love somebody you should always do stuff to make them feel good too, right?"

My stomach churned. I knew where this was going.

"Well," she continued, "then you kinda owe me, don't you?"

"Julia...."

"Hey, I did it for you, so you have to do it for me too, okay? It doesn't have to be right now, but it's only fair. One more time, all you have to do is make me feel as good as I made you fair. Then we'll never do anything like that again, okay?"

I didn't like it, but she had a point. It wouldn't be right for me to end it without returning the great favour she had done me. And I knew that if I said no she would only bring it up again later, and then someone might hear her and discover what we had done. I had no choice.

"Fine." I said. "Next time I spend the night... I'll give you an orgasm. Do you know what that is?" She shook her head. I smiled in spite of myself. "Well," I said, "I guess you'll find out."

She smiled back. I walked to the door, turned back to say goodnight, and then left to sleep on the couch. As I walked away I wondered what had just happened. Had she done it again? I had gone into her room specifically to tell her that we could never do that kind of thing again, and somehow I had ended up promising to give her an orgasm instead. What the fuck was wrong with me? I didn't know. But what I did know was that I have always been a man of my word. I may not have like it, but I was going to keep my promise.

Next time I spent the night, seven year old Julia was going to have an orgasm.