Once Was a Little Girl
Once I was a little girl and I'm happy to tell you my little girl sex stories.
The thing is that everywhere I read and hear about sexual abuse of little girls who are traumatized by the experience and require years of counselling.
My experiences were totally different. Am I the only one whose sexual experiences as a young girl were positive ones. I'd love to hear from you. Please scroll down to the bottom of this post and leave a comment for me.
The first thing we need to define is what we mean by a "little girl", whether a little girl can be sexually aware and are adult males (and, to a lesser extent, females) sexually attracted to them.
A legal definition is anyone under the age of consent. That is, the age below which the little girl is legally unable to consent to sex.
What a minefield. Here are just some of the differences across jurisdictions. Which means that something perfectly legal in one place can earn someone huge prison sentences in another. How crazy is that?
Age of Consent
In several countries (mainly in the middle east) there is no age of consent but sex outside marriage is illegal. This leads to 9-10 yo girls being married off. Can you imagine the fear felt by a 9 year old with no knowledge of sex at all on her "wedding night". And she may have had that disgusting violation of a little girl's body, the genital mutilation known as a clitorectomy.
Here are some countries with specific ages of consent:
South Korea: 20
Angola 12, Austria 14, Japan 13, Italy 14, France 15, Philippines 12, UK 16, USA 16-18 by state, Australia 16-17 by state.
So a range from 11 to 21. How crazy is that?
And in the United States, you only have to cross a state border to move from legal to illegal.
Sorry, I got into a personal rant there. You should hear me on incest! Like, a brother and sister loving each other and these pricks want to put them in jail for it. Appalling.
And they are often religious people with a belief in the Bible as an accurate historical account. One of the favorite questions my friend Helen used to direct to such people was "So if we are all descended from one couple, Adam and Eve, then we are also descended from incestuous relations between their children, right?" Incest indeed!
Now, here's an interesting thing. A study conducted at Kent State University showed that almost as many men (just under 90%) were sexually aroused by images of pre-teen girls as by attractive adult females. These results were obtained not by questioning (which tends to get vehement denials) but by detection and measurement of physical reactions.
So there you are. It's statistically "normal".
However... what I'm really here to tell you are my personal little girl sex stories, some of which I've covered in other posts, but here they are gathered in the one place.
The First of My Little Girl Sex Stories
Sucking my little brother's cock when I was 8
I was eight, he was five. Nineteen years later, we were to start a loving, incestuous relationship and, although like many relationships it came to a natural end, we are still very close and I would say we love each other dearly.
At eight, I'd been introduced to a boy's cock by my cousin Mike. I loved everything about it and wanted more, but Mike just wasn't around all that much. But my five year old little brother was.
Old enough for me to enjoying playing with his cock, but young enough not to remember it. Or so I thought.
Whenever we were going to be alone for a bit, I'd pull his pants down, which made him giggle and then touch his cock. It would grow into a small but unmistakable erection, which I would then suck. Despite their East European background or maybe because of it, Mom and Dad were totally comfortable with nudity and my brothers and I saw each other naked all the time, but somehow I knew they'd draw the line at cock sucking.
I'd usually be rubbing my pussy at the same time. Sometimes I'd get Jamie to put his hand there but he never really got into it. In both meanings of the term!
I told Jamie that sucking his cock was his special 5th birthday present from his big sister but that it was our special secret and I continued doing it for maybe three months.
I never imagined that he'd still remember it as an adult.
The Second of My Little Girl Sex Stories
You show me yours and I'll show you mine
So said my cousin Mike to me. Or did I say it to him? I'm not sure exactly, but I remember we were both enthusiastic. I was eight and he was eleven or twelve. We played sex games together, on and off for the next five years, whenever our families got together. Our mothers were sisters who got on most of the time, but sometimes there'd be a spat that would last six months or more. In fact, it was during one of these interludes that I started sucking my little brother Jamie's cock, because Mike wasn't around and I'd developed a taste for it. If you know what I mean.
But anyway, as I was saying, I was eight and he was eleven or twelve. His mom was visiting mine and all of us kids were off playing.
Mike and I had our own secret spot at the back of the garage, where we could get away from both the adults and my little brother, who at five could be a real pain in the ass.
Mostly, we just talked and got on really well. We were OK with comfortable silence as well.
It was in the middle of one of these silences that Mike (I'm going to assume it was Mike) suddenly said “I’ll show you mine if you’ll show me yours.”
“What do you mean?” I said.
“It’s not fair. You’ve got a brother, so you’ve seen a boy’s thingy, but I don’t have a sister, so I’ve never seen what a girl’s thingy looks like.
“You’re the closest thing that I’ve got to a sister, so I want to see yours. Will you show me, Eve?”
I didn’t really have to think twice about it. Though I didn’t think it was a big deal, I was interested in seeing his and had no problem with showing him mine.
“OK,” I said and started taking off my shorts.
I think Mike was surprised that it had been so easy, but he got his shorts off before I’d even got mine undone.
I stopped what I was doing when I saw the bulge in his underpants. And when he took them off and I saw my first ever erect penis, I gasped. My little brother’s penis had never looked anything like that. It was big, it was hard and it stuck straight out. It had a little hole in the front that was pointed directly at me.
“Do you want to touch it, Eve?” said Mike. I nodded and reached out towards it.
It felt wonderful. Hard and soft at the same time. Mike gasped and said “that feels great, Eve.” I felt good too. My little pussy was getting warm and I remembered that I hadn’t fulfilled my part of the bargain yet. I realized that I desperately wanted to show Mike my pussy and get him to touch it.
Actually, the word pussy wasn’t in use back then. There wasn’t really any word for female genitalia other than cunt and that certainly wasn’t a word that was bandied about. At the age of eight, I’d never heard it. However, we’d all heard cock and dick, funnily enough.
Reluctantly, I let go of Mike’s cock so I could pull down my shorts, but I moved forward so that I could get a good close look.
I wanted to look at it forever and commit every bit of it to memory. The way it stuck straight out and the way it swelled into a slightly purplish head with the little pee slit in the middle. I wanted to touch it everywhere. I had a sudden dirty thought and wondered what it would feel like in my mouth.
“Move back, Eve,” said Mike, “so that I can look at you.
I did as Mike asked and he knelt down to look at my pussy from about two inches away.
“It’s like a little slit,” he said. “Can I touch it?”
I felt Mike’s fingers pressing against my pussy lips then slipping past them and pausing at the entrance to my vagina.
I breathed in sharply. I’d touched myself plenty of times before but it didn’t feel anything like this. It was like an electric jolt through my body. I just wanted Mike to explore further.
“You’re all wet, Eve,” said Mike. “Do you need to pee?”
“No, it just gets wet like that when you touch it. It feels really good. Can you move your finger a bit higher?”
He moved his finger higher through my wetness until he touched my clit. I could feel that it was swollen and tight. Mike must have felt it too, because he stopped right there.
I didn’t know back then that it was my clit. All I knew was that it felt good. I gasped a bit and said “Yes, Mike. Just there. Mmm that’s good. Press harder. Move your finger. Rub it a bit.” I was babbling.
I reached forward, took hold of Mike’s cock and squeezed.
We just stood like that for a while, pleasuring each other but with no idea what to do next. After a couple of minutes, we both let go.
“Did you like that, Eve?” asked Mike and I replied “Yes it was great fun” and I meant it.
“Can I see you properly, Eve? Would you lie down and open your legs?”
Well this seemed like a great idea to me, so I lay down on an old blanket in the back of the garage and open my legs to give my cousin a good look.
And he certainly took a good look. He was so close I could feel his breath on my thighs. It made me want to open my legs as wide as possible.
Mike touched my lips and then opened them a bit, clearly wanting to explore what was, for him, brand new territory. He touched my clit, recognizing the hard, erect bit of flesh that had got me going before.
“Is this the bit you really like me to touch?” he asked.
“Can I kiss it?”
The Third of My Little Girl Sex Stories
Now this involves sex between an 11 year old girl and a adult male in his forties. So I feel the need to start off with a disclaimer:
I understand that many women have childhood experiences that comprise sexual abuse and that these traumatic experiences manifest themselves in severe psychological issues. These women often exhibit disgust and horror that someone they trusted could have done that to them.
However, I can only speak to my personal experience and it was nothing like that. There was absolutely no coercion involved and everything my uncle and I did were things that I wanted to do. If anyone had told me I was too young to give informed consent, I would have laughed at them.
It was my introduction to "adult" sex and it was exciting and enjoyable. I remember it fondly.
Fucking My Uncle and My First Orgasm
At 11, I was still flat chested, with breast buds starting to develop. Although skinny, I had long legs and a firm, round ass that I knew boys found attractive. I also had a smooth pussy that got wet with the slightest stimulation, along with a firm, hard clit that loved being touched. I was a mass of raging hormones and masturbated frequently.
Enter Uncle Frank.
I’d helped Uncle Frank put my brother to bed and sat on my brother’s bed while our uncle read him a bedtime story.
Uncle Frank’s arm was around me, under my arm, with his hand resting on my left thigh. I was aware of that and liked the feeling.
Especially when he started gently stroking it. I was just wearing shorts and t-shirt, so his fingers were gently caressing my bare skin.
“Is that ok, honey?” he asked.
I nodded. Then, feeling a little bolder, I said “It feels really nice, Uncle Frank.”
But I was still surprised when he moved his hand over and pressed it gently against my slit.
I must have drawn my breath in sharply, because he stopped and said, “What about that. Is that still ok?”
I couldn’t speak. My little body was on fire. I put my hand on his and pressed it down hard.
My uncle received my unspoken message clearly because he started massaging my pussy through my shorts. I started to breathe in short little gasps.
“Do you want to take your shorts off, Eve?”.
I nodded and stood up. Uncle Frank stood up too and we both started taking our shorts off.
Mine were down around my ankles and I kicked them to one side.
I stared as my uncle took off his shorts, then his undies, which he had to stretch forward to get them over his erect penis.
I continued to stare, fascinated.
He saw how I was staring and said gently “Would you like to touch it?”
I still couldn’t talk, just nodded.
Uncle Frank sat back down and said “Come here.”
He got me to sit on him, straddling his thighs and facing him. In this position, I was very aware of how open my pussy was. I felt like I needed to pee, but held it in.
Uncle Frank wet one finger in his mouth, then stretched it out to touch my pussy. My little button was so hard and erect that it almost ached. It wasn’t until I was much older that I learned it was called my clitoris. When he started rubbing my clit gently, it felt divine.
He was breathing heavily. “You can touch me now if you like, Eve.”
I reached out and touched the head of his penis, then gave it a little squeeze. It was like nothing I’d ever felt before. Warm and hard but yielding. I was rapt. I loved it. And I had the strangest sensation of power as well.
Uncle Frank showed me how to clasp my fingers around his penis and then run my hand up and down. He told me that felt really good.
All this time he was rubbing my clit and even inserting his finger just a tiny little bit into my vagina. I didn’t like that so much, but didn’t say anything.
“Would you like to kiss it?” Uncle Frank asked suddenly.
I’d actually thought about something like that once before, when my cousin Mike and I had shown each other our bits. The idea of doing it now was intriguing.
“OK,” I said.
I wiggled back a bit so I could lean forward and plant my lips on the tip of his penis. It was sort of nice.
“Now move your mouth down over it and suck it like a lollipop.”
I did that and it was really nice. I loved the feeling of the smooth skin in my mouth. I moved my mouth up and down a bit and Uncle Frank groaned.
“Oh, baby, that’s just wonderful.”
I’d never been called ‘baby’ before, or at least not like that. I liked it.
“Now I’m going to do that for you.”
I didn’t know what he meant, but he told me to lie down on the floor with my legs open.
“I’m going to kiss that beautiful little pussy of yours,” said my uncle, lying down between my legs.
I felt his lips touch my slit and then the most wonderful sensation came over me as he started to lick my clit.
I’d never felt anything like it. Soon my whole body was tingling and then it was like my whole brain exploded with pleasure. I felt like I was peeing, but wasn’t actually. Though I didn’t know it at the time, I’d just had my first orgasm.
The Fourth of My Little Girl Sex Stories
Little girl sex stories aren't always about little girls. At 15, there was no way anyone would describe me as a little girl. But I've included it here because in most countries, I was below the age of consent. So for example in the US and the UK, I was deemed not old enough to give informed consent to what I was doing. Yeah, right.
And in Bahrain (not that I have the slightest desire to visit Bahrain) it would be another six years before I reached that level of maturity!
My First Blowjob
At 15, I was hanging with my cousin Mike and his buddy Jason, both around 18 or 19.
We were in Mike's bedroom playing music while his Mom and Dad were out for the afternoon.
Mike and I were really comfortable with each other, having played sex games on and off for the past four years or so.
Jason had a jock's body and I had the hots for him.
A game of Truth or Dare had moved progressively to more and more sexually provocative dares until Mike dared me to suck Jason's cock.
Now I'd sucked cock before, including my little brother's, Mike's (of course) and my uncle Frank's, but I'd never given a totally focused blowjob with the boy cumming in my mouth. I was nervous, but anxious to do it and who better than Jason to be my first.
So I simply said "OK".
I could see that Jason had a raging boner inside his shorts, so I took that as an OK from him too.
I got down on my knees in front of him and pulled his jocks down, confirming that I was right about his erection.
I didn't touch his cock with my hands, just grabbed his butt cheeks and slid my mouth onto his cock. I could feel the head of his cock touch the back of my throat and, fighting the gag reflex, swallowed it. This allowed me to take his entire shaft into my mouth and throat.
Jason's eyes were wide.
I decided to dispense with subtlety and started to move my mouth rapidly up and down his cock, swallowing the whole thing every ten strokes or so. I was enjoying this and, judging by his hip thrusts in time with my movements, so was Jason. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that Mike was fully erect now and masturbating furiously.
It wasn't long before Jason was breathing heavily and then saying "Fuck, Evie I'm gonna cum. Is that OK?"
By way of answer, I grabbed his buttocks tight and pulled him hard towards me while I kept pumping my mouth on his cock.
When Jason started cumming, it was like a hose being turned on in my throat. I swallowed, kept swallowing and swallowed some more. My cheeks filled up with the excess but then I swallowed that too. My aim was to not spill a drop.
The taste was salty, but I've always like savory stuff, so that was fine.
I was aware that Mike had spurted at the same time.
We all just looked at each other, waiting for someone to speak first.
So I said "We better get all this cleaned up before Aunty Lil and Uncle Max get home."
The air smelled of sex.
I do have some other little girl sex stories from when I was between 11 and 15, but I'll save them for another time. Let me know in the comments section what you'd like to hear about.