"Good morning, girls!"

"Good morning, Mrs. Hauser!"

They ranged in age from four up through about nine. All were very pretty, with freshly-washed hair -- some short, some long and loose or in pigtails or braided. Most of them wore frilly dresses, and some wore tights below, while a few wore socks. The ones who weren't in dresses were in shorts or sexy pants.

"OK, now everyone have a seat here on the rug."

Most did, but a few kept chatting or playing clapping games.

"Now, if you don't behave, we can find other girls who want to be here!" said Mrs. Hauser sternly.

All the girls instantly sat down and looked at her attentively.

"You're all lucky girls this morning. We only have space for, um, 80 of you today, and you're the ones who've been chosen!"

They all beamed.

"You could have chosen to stay outside and play, or go to the swimming pool or even the zoo, but you chose to participate in the program again today."

There were no frowns indicating mixed feelings as those other activities were mentioned; these girls really wanted to be here.

"What do you like about it most?"

A bunch of hands shot up. Mrs. Hauser pointed at one.

"I like it when a man rubs my back."

"I like to feel his hands slide gently all around my skin."

"When he looks at me like I'm really special."

"When he looks down the front of my dress!"

"I like to get my ear nibbled."

"I like his scratchy face against mine."

"Kissing! When he really kisses me for a long time!" There was a chorus of enthusiastic assent.

"When his pants get a big bulge in the front."

"When I touch the bulge and it's springy and he gives a little 'oooo!'."

"When I reach down inside his front and it's all sweaty and hairy and man-like."

"And I feel his stiff thingie!"

"When he pulls his pants down and his big thingie sticks out straight -- boing!" pantomimed the girl. Her elbow was at her crotch and she pointed her forearm straight up. That was followed by laughter.

"I like to kiss his thingie -- it's so warm and smells all mysterious."

"I like to take it in my mouth -- and he acts like he's going to have a fit or something!"

"I like when he DOES have a fit and the warm stuff spits into my mouth -- sploosh, sploosh, sploosh!" There was murmured agreement.

"I like swallowing it, mmm, mmm, mmm!"

"I like when he pulls away instead and I know he's going to do me the other way."

"I like it when he takes off my dress and I'm all naked!"

"I like it when he licks my chest and sucks on my little girly bumps."

"I like it when he leaves my dress on and just reaches up underneath to get what he wants."

"I love to feel his hand cup my cunny flaps." There were a few sighs.

"I love it when he pushes them apart and I know he wants to get *inside*!"

"I love his hair all over my private parts when he puts his face there."

"And his tongue licking around my hole."

"And up *in* my hole!"

"And on my clitty!" That was met with shrieks and laughter.

Mrs. Hauser decided to interrupt. "Wow, you are certainly all full of things you like. Are there things you don't like?"

There was a bit of silence. Many hands were tucked up under dresses, and their rhythmic motion ceased briefly.

"When a man starts playing with me but then leaves to go to another girl!"

"Oooo, that's not nice!" hissed another girl.

"When not enough men show up and I don't get anyone to play with me at all!" There was a chorus of assent to that one.

"We're working on that, girls," said Mrs. Hauser. "We're trying to make sure the men and girls match up."

"I don't mind getting lovey with two different men in a day," said one girl.

"Or three!"

"Or four!"

"Or a million!" said a small voice. Everyone laughed.

"Yes, well, that's nice to know, but we need to make sure all the girls who are interested get a turn too," said Mrs. Hauser. "Anything else you don't like?"

There was silence.

She clapped her hands, "So, what are some other good things?"

"When his tongue's down on my cunny and clitty and he makes me go all 'gasmy!" There were shrieks of agreement.

"When he sticks his finger up my cunny!"

"When his thingie twitches up and down as he zooms in."

"When he touches it against my cunny hole." There were gasps of remembered pleasure.

"But one of the best things of all," said an older girl in a soft voice, "is to feel his big, hard thingie stretching me and then going in, in, in, in, in!" Heads nodded and a chorus of "yeah!" and "right!" filled the room.

"I like to feel his hairy chest pressing me down."

"I like sticking my butt up in the air for him and feeling his thingie zoom in and stuff me from the back!"

"When I'm on my back, I like when he kisses me the same time his thingie's going in and out."

"I kinda like when his thingie pokes the back of my cunny hole and I know I'm as full as I can be!"

"I like when his pubie bone bumps into mine -- bump, bump, bump!"

"I love it when his in and out makes me feel all warm and excited down there. Like on my clitty, but kind of not the same." There were murmurs of agreement.

"I like it when his face gets all relaxed and happy."

"When his eyes close."

"Or when his face gets all weird and funny because he's getting so happy."

"I kinda like it when he talks dirty, like 'You're such a good pussy!'"

"Or 'Gorgeous little cunny'!"

"'I'm gonna fill you with sperm'"

"Or 'Oh, baby, it's coming, baby, it's almost there!'"

"'Lemme fuck you hard and good, little bitch!'"

"'Take it up the cunt, baby girl!'"

"All right, girls," interrupted Mrs. Hauser. "Some of those things aren't so nice."

"It's OK," continued that girl. "We know they don't mean any harm. They're just really excited to get to do it to little girls like us."

"Yeah, it's kind of cool to be called a 'slut' or 'whore'."

"But then he goes faster."

"Faster and faster."

"Bangs me and jiggles me all around."

"And I feel his thingie getting really fat and thick and I know what's coming next."

"When he holds his breath."

"Or he screams."

"Or moans."

"When he is super happy and spurts the stuff into me!" There was a big cheer, and dozens of little girl renditions of what a man sounds like when he comes.

"Can we go do it yet, Mrs. Hauser?" asked a girl plaintively.

"Almost, girls, almost. Other good things?"

"When his thingie slides out and the stuff comes out too."

"When he looks at me so happy that I've let him do it to me up the cunny."

"When he rests a bit after he's done it to another girl, then looks at *me* and I see his thingie growing stiffer and stiffer."

"Yeah, and I know what's coming next!"

A girl said in a loud, firm voice, "I love getting fucked hard, over and over and over!"

"Yeah!!!" yelled all the girls.

"Getting fucked, getting fucked, getting fucked," chanted one girl, and the others all took it up.

Mrs. Hauser called, "OK, you can go out and meet the men!" with a warm smile.

With a shriek of delight, the roomful of girlhood stood and rushed to the doors that led to the waiting men, their cheer of "Getting fucked!" petering out as they sought out and quickly found their opportunities to actually get fucked.