So, some days ago I met this little 5 year old girl, cute as a button.
Straight away she grabbed my and and wanted to show me something. After a while I sat down and she immediately jumped up in my lap and got comfy. Her ass was soft yet firm. She wiggled a little bit and then opened her legs slightly. Her dress slipped up, revealing her creamy-white heavenly legs. I couldn't resist so I placed my hand on her leg and started rubbing it softly with my thumb. Not even a flinch as I moved up towards her white panties. At last, I felt her warm crotch against the ridge of my hand and I looked at her. Not a care in the world, she was just enjoying her self, drawing a picture. Three of my fingers were gently rubbing her little box outside her panties. She opened up a little bit wider so I let my fingers slip inside. Now I was feeling the familiar warmth and softness. Circular motions, one finger on top of her little crack. She sat right on top of my now semi-hard joystick. With every ass-wiggle I felt my dick move by itself. I had to stop. I could tell she wanted more as she was stroking my other arm.
An hour later she called my name from the toilet, as she needed me to wipe her. She leaned forward and I saw her little rosebud between her cheeks. I gently wiped her and she giggled. With her panties still around her ankles she stood up, not showing any intention of pulling them up. I closed the toilet seat and placed her standing on the seat.
Told her she was pretty and she smiled at me. She grabbed her dress, pulled it up above her stomach and let me see the most wonderful little 5-year old pussy. I had to touch it, rub it, feel it. So soft between my fingers. One hand rubbing her little box and one hand going up under her dress, finding her little soft nipples. I pinched her gently and she giggled again. Too bad we weren't alone because I could have enjoyed her for eternity. I helped her dress and squeezed her but and gave it a light slap. As she turned around she grabbed my now hard dick outside of my jeans. She gave me a hug and we left the bathroom. Her pretty blonde mother was standing outside and smiled as her daughter and me were walking hand in hand. If she only knew where her daughters hand were a minute ago...and mine..
This story was a work of "pure fiction"