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Sasha, Bicycle Girl
by Charles Dodgson (charlesdodgson@hotmail.com)

***

Sasha, age ten, is a devoted and long time 
exhibitionist, and has other delightful sexual quirks. 
Jim, 42, is a bicycle rider who meets Sasha one day. 
They plan to go bike riding together, but first, Jim 
introduces Sasha to Bear, Jim’s very friendly pit bull. 
Sasha learns all about how dogs greet and can pleasure 
little girls, all with Jim’s enthusiastic help. (Mg, 
extreme-ped, exh, beast)

***

PART 1

"I'm gonna ride my bike Grandma. I'll be back in a few 
hours."

"OK, Sasha. You going out like that?" Grandma said as 
she looked disapprovingly at the short little skirt 
Sasha was wearing over her almost see through hip 
length leotard she was wearing.

"Grandma, you know I like wearing little skirts, and 
it's over my leotard. And my leotard's like a bathing 
suit. No one can see anything they wouldn't see at the 
beach. It's OK Grandma." 

Sasha was hoping her Grandma wouldn't ask to see if she 
was wearing panties under her leotard. Both she and her 
Mom were checking on her more and more before they let 
her out of the house. She didn't like to wear panties 
at all, especially when she had a short skirt on.

"Well, OK. Just be careful. You sure love to show 
yourself off. I don't know where you got that, ever 
since you could barely walk you've been doing it. Some 
men like pretty little girls like you, particularly 
ones that show off, and watch out for the teenage boys 
too. Don't go in anyone's house, or go with anyone 
anywhere. You hear?"

"Yes, Grandma. I'll be careful."

Sasha got her bike from the back yard and was soon on 
her way, pleased she wasn't wearing any panties under 
the near translucent leotard. She was relieved to be 
leaving the house and out on her own. Her bicycle gave 
her freedom. She loved to ride, feel the wind in her 
face, feel the exhilaration of a fast ride down a hill, 
and the accomplishment of riding up a hill. But, maybe 
best of all, she always wore a short skirt or dress 
whenever she could when she went bike riding. 

With just normal bike riding dressed like that people 
could look up and see all her legs, see her panties, or 
whatever she had on underneath. She wished she could be 
nude underneath sometime. Not wear any panties at all, 
so they could really see her cunt, maybe her clit too. 
Wouldn't that be delicious! She would one day, she knew 
she would. 

She loved having men and boys, and some girls and women 
too, anyone at all, really, anyone look up her dress at 
her panties, at where they covered her crotch, covered 
her pussy, her cunt. She liked to smile at them when 
she saw them looking, so they'd know she liked being 
looked at, that it was OK for them to look. 

Also she loved just riding around the neighborhood, 
sometimes stopping and talking with people, and showing 
off, of course. That was the main reason to stop and 
talk. And she had discovered a couple of new small 
neighborhood parks with nice poles she could shinny on. 

Sasha loved to shinny up a pole, a large rope, anything 
where she could wrap her legs around something and 
press her crotch against it, and move up and down. It 
gave her delicious feelings in her cunt area, on her 
clit. One of her girl friends had shown her about it 
around six months ago. Now she did it whenever she had 
the chance, especially when people were around so they 
could see what she was doing, see that she was giving 
herself pleasure. That made the feelings even better in 
her cunt, when she could tell someone knew what she was 
doing. She liked looking in their eyes as she pretended 
to fuck a pole, wriggling her little hairless pre-teen 
cunt on it, looking in their eyes and smiling. That was 
best of all!

Her mom said she was a show off, that she liked to show 
off her body. She had always liked to do that. She 
remembered when she was only in kindergarten she liked 
to hook her legs on a bar on the jungle gym and hang 
upside down, letting her little dress fall down, so 
everyone could look at her panties. The teachers were 
always telling her not to do it. And she liked just 
pulling up her dress sometimes to see people's 
reaction. 

In school when she had a man teacher she liked to sit 
up front in her short skirts, and spread her legs, so 
the teacher could see her panties. Then she'd look in 
his eyes and smile. It was best when he'd look into her 
eyes too, and smile, and she could tell he knew what 
she was doing, would know she was showing him her 
panties, and his smile would tell her he liked it. 

She liked to spread her legs with a dress or skirt on 
when she sat down. That way people could see her 
panties, look at where her cunt was just covered with 
her panties. It gave her a thrill she felt in her cunt, 
a nice feeling. She got away with that when she was 
young, but now she had to do her exposing in a little 
more subtle manner.

Sasha planned to ride along the river bike trail for 
six or seven miles, toward the beach, to the little 
neighborhood park where they had a good pole to shinny, 
part of a triangular swing set up, where the poles were 
at an angle, and she could lean against it and shinny. 
She hoped some boys or men would be there to see her in 
her short skirt doing her shinnying, even girls or 
women would be Ok if they watched her and liked what 
she did. First, though, she planned to ride around the 
neighborhood to see if there was anyone to talk to.

As she turned one corner of a residential street not 
far from her home she saw a man by himself, in his 
driveway, dressed in bike riding tight black shorts and 
a bike riding shirt, and those funny bike shoes that 
attach to the pedals, working on his road bike. A 
beautiful expensive bike. 

She didn't know hold old he was, but not young, over 
30, maybe over 40 she guessed. He had no hair on his 
legs. Probably shaved it, she thought, like some of the 
guys that ride all the time do. His legs were muscular 
and slender, and he was tall and slender too. He looked 
like one of the real good bike riders she saw on the 
river bike trail a lot. He had sandy brown hair and 
blue eyes. Sasha liked blue eyes. Well, he's a good 
prospect. I'll ride over and talk to him, and show him 
my cunt. Bet he likes that! 

Jim was in his driveway, squatting low to the ground, 
as he prepped his road bike for a nice afternoon ride. 
He was pumping his tires to the proper pressure using a 
small pneumatic pump plugged into an outlet in the 
garage. He looked up as he saw a cute girl on a girl's 
road bike ride off the street, onto his driveway, and 
towards him. She stopped just a couple of feet in front 
of Jim, put one leg down on the pavement and kept the 
other on her bike pedal that was at the high part of 
its cycle. 

"Hi!" she said. "Pumping your tires up?"

"Yeah. Want me to check your tires?" Jim replied, 
trying to not look too obvious as he looked up the 
girl's short blue skirt at her barely covered little 
girl slit. 

She was wearing a tight white leotard cut high above 
the hips. The short blue denim skirt she wore over it 
was raised high by her thigh as she kept her foot on 
the high side pedal of the bike. Jim could make out the 
indentation of her little slit and the mound of her 
vulva through the thin material. He loved the sight! 
The leotard was a mere strip on that part of her body, 
exposing lots of bare skin. Yummy! Yummy! He thought. 

Jim realized he had been staring at the little girl's 
cunt and quickly looked at her face, into her eyes. She 
was looking directly at him and smiling. He smiled 
broadly back at her. She must have known I was looking 
at her cunt, he thought, and blushed a little. Could it 
be that maybe she liked him to look at her cunt? No, 
couldn't be. 

Sasha thought this was great. he really liked to look 
at her cunt. Looked at it a long time.

"Would you pump em up for me? Thanks! I don't have one 
of those pumps like you do. And I'm not too strong to 
use the hand pump."

"It's important to have proper pressure in your tires 
whenever you ride, and your chain oiled, and adjusted, 
brake pads adjusted, proper set up for your seat too. 
You have anyone helping you with your bike? Your chain 
looks too dry. That's why I was asking."

"No. My mom got me the bike for Christmas but she 
doesn't know much about bikes, and neither does grandpa 
and grandma."

"Look, tell you what. Let me give it a pretty good look 
over. Make sure everything is in good shape. Then if 
you want we can go riding together along the river 
trail. I've got an extra water bottle I can give you. 
You have a water bottle holder, but no water bottle."

Sasha thought for a second. Did she want to go riding 
with this man. He liked to look at her. She knew that. 
That was good. Might be fun to have a "looker" with 
her. Never done that before.

"I lost it somewhere, my water bottle. I think somebody 
took it. Thanks! I need a water bottle. I get thirsty 
when I ride a lot. Yeah, I'll go riding with you. My 
girlfriend I ride with all the time is grounded for a 
couple of weeks, so I'm just riding alone now. I'd 
rather ride with someone," Sasha replied, adding the 
lie about riding with her girl friend. She liked riding 
alone so she could play her show off games as she 
liked.

"Great! I'm alone too. My name's Jim, Jim Mason. What's 
yours?"

"I'm Sasha. Sasha Johnson. I live just over on Elm 
street, close to the big park."

"How old are you Sasha?"

"I'm ten. Just turned ten."

"That's a perfect age, ten, just perfect!" 

Jim stood up and took a closer look at the girl. She 
was tall for her age, maybe five foot or so, or close 
to it, 4'10" plus, slender, but athletic looking, 
around 80 pounds, he'd guess, with gorgeous shapely 
legs, probably from riding her bike a lot, dark 
brunette hair, shoulder length, dark, sparkling eyes, 
bangs halfway down her forehead, a large mouth, bright 
white teeth, and a cute nose. She looked like she might 
be part Asian, maybe Vietnamese-Anglo. He could see her 
nipples through the white leotard as they pointed out 
with just the hint of beginning breasts. She was really 
cute, just this side of beautiful. Oh my, Jim thought, 
Oh my!

"Think ten's perfect? How come?"

He thought about the answer he’d like to give the sexy 
little girl: Because I'd love to fuck a ten year old 
girl, that's why sweetheart, Jim thought to himself, 
smiling. And specifically I'd like to fuck you, lick 
your little pussy all night, and do all kinds of other 
delicious things with you and to you. That's why. But 
instead he said:

"Well, you've got your whole life ahead of you. You're 
a pre-teen. Just learning all about life. The next few 
years will be real exciting for you. Doing things for 
the first time, and all."

"I guess."

"Here, get off the bike. You can help me."

 Jim then went over the bike carefully, adjusting 
everything, oiling the chain, pumping the tires up, 
having Sasha sit on the bike and adjusting the seat to 
a proper height for her. He explained everything he was 
doing to her in detail so she might be able to do some 
of herself later, and besides he loved to teach little 
girls - everything.

"There, all set! You ought to be more comfortable 
riding now. The seat was too low. You need to be able 
to just about straighten out your legs when you ride. 
You couldn't the way it was set up. Want to come in the 
house with me and meet my dog Bear. He's a pit bull and 
loves girls. He'd like to meet you. I want to get some 
good filtered water for your water bottle from the 
house, then we'll go for our ride."

"Thanks, you sure did a lot on my bike. And you taught 
me a lot too. Yeah, I'd like to meet Bear. He wont hurt 
me? Being a pit bull."

"No, Sasha. He likes people, especially girls, and 
women. Takes after his master. Me. Ha!"

"You like girls?"

"Most men do. Come on in now."

"Ok" she answered quietly, not sure she should go in 
this man's house. But he seemed like a nice man, and 
had fixed her bike up, and was going to give her a 
water bottle for her bike. Playing her show off games 
was one thing. She didn't think she was ready for the 
real thing yet, soon, but not yet. He'd probably be OK. 
She'd be careful though. She wasn't going to stay in 
the house with him long. No. They were supposed to go 
bike riding.

"I don't know much about dogs. We never had one."

"Don't worry. Bear will love you. I'll show you just 
what to do. In fact I'll tell you before we go in. Dogs 
have a very highly developed sense of smell. When they 
were wild they tracked game by smelling their tracks, 
and smelling game on the wind. They greet each another, 
and get to know their own kind by smelling each other, 
particularly by smelling each others privates, and by 
licking each other and getting a taste. 

Now they are domesticated, but look at us as a member 
of the pack. They get to know us the same way by smell, 
and by licking if you let them. When we go in just talk 
to the Bear in a normal voice. Tell him he's a good 
dog, ask him how's he doing and so forth. It's not your 
words but your tone of voice he picks up on. Be 
friendly. He knows when you're friendly. Then put your 
hand forward, back of your hand first and let him smell 
your hand. When he sees the back of your hand he knows 
it's not a threat. After he smells your hand you can 
pet him on the head. Initially do not look him directly 
in the eyes. Scratch his ears. Keep talking to him."

"Now he'll want to smell you some more, smell between 
your legs, your crotch. It's what dogs do, maybe lick 
you a little too down there to really get to know your 
smells and taste too. You have your leotard on so he 
won't lick too much like he'd like to. Now you don't 
have to let him smell and lick you there, but he'd like 
to and it wont hurt at all, if fact probably feel 
good."

Sasha's eyes got big when Jim talked about the dog 
smelling and licking her crotch. She knew what he 
meant. He meant the dog wanted to smell her cunt, lick 
her cunt. She didn't know about that. Maybe the dog 
could smell her there.

"Let me see how I feel about it Jim."

"Of course, sweetheart, of course. You don't have to do 
anything you don't want to. Let's go in now." 

They walked in the house together and Bear was waiting 
for them as he had heard the two talking. 

Bear was a five year old male, fawn colored, dual 
registered, pure bred American Pit Bull Terrier, a red 
nose, highly prized by pit bull afficionados. He was a 
gorgeous dog, handsome powerful. He weighed about 80 
pounds, big for pit bulls, but by no means the biggest. 

Generally fighting pit bulls weigh less, as they are 
quicker in the ring. Jim didn't fight his dog. He loved 
animals and all small creatures, especially little 
girls. Bear had a very large head, enormous jaws, 
typical of the breed, together with a long large 
tongue. 

He was very muscular and compact, with a broad chest 
and small hindquarters, and extremely strong. He was 
fearless, of course, and nearly impervious to pain, 
again, traits typical of the breed, as the breed was 
bred for these traits, not for looks. Thus pit bulls 
have a variety of looks, not standard at all. 

Jim had worked extensively with Bear in advanced 
obedience training and weight pulling contests put on 
by the American Dog Breeders Association (ADBA), one of 
two associations that registered pit bulls. The other 
was the United Kennel Club (UKC). The biggest 
association in the USA, the American Kennel Club (AKC), 
does not register pit bulls.

Bear was friendly with people, and somehow developed a 
real liking for women, and especially little girls. He 
just loved them. Just as Jim did. Pit bulls are 
especially good with little children, very protective, 
and since they are nearly impervious to pain, having 
their tail pulled, their ears twisted, etc, by small 
children just doesn't bother them.

As soon as he entered the house Jim said "Heel" sharply 
to Bear who immediately sat on the floor by Jim's left 
side and looked happily and expectantly up at him 
awaiting Jim’s next command. Jim walked into the living 
room, with Bear hugging his left side, properly 
heeling, and he motioned for Sasha to follow him which 
she did. He stopped in the middle of the living room, 
and Bear sat immediately down, still on his left side. 
Jim was kind of a neat freak, so everything was clean 
and neat in the house.

"Bear, I know you heard us out there and wanted to know 
about the little girl. Bear this is Sasha. Sasha, this 
is Bear. Ok Sasha, talk to Bear now."

Sasha could see Bear did just what Jim told him to do, 
that Jim had complete control over him. He was a 
handsome dog to her, and he looked so powerful with 
that large chest and enormous head and jaws, but he had 
a warm look in his eyes, and with his mouth open and 
tongue hanging slightly out looked like he was smiling, 
as Bear looked at her.

"Hi Bear, how you doing today. You're a handsome dog. 
You're a good doggy. Want to smell my hand?"

Sasha walked over towards Bear, unafraid and offered 
the back of her hand to Bear like Jim had told her to. 
Bear looked up at Jim, and Jim said, "It's OK Bear, 
greet the girl. That's a good dog."

Bear took a step or two forward and smelled the back of 
Sasha's hand, then looked up at her and wagged his 
tail. Sasha smiled at him and started petting his head.

"You feel so nice Bear. Jim keeps you nice and clean. 
Your fur is so smooth. Good doggy. Good dog!"

"See, I knew Bear would really like you. See how he's 
wagging his tail. Want to let him smell you some more 
like I told you. Just walk towards him a little. You 
don't have to pull your dress up. He knows where to go. 
Ha!"

"OK."

Sasha could see the dog really liked her. She thought 
it'd be OK if he smelled her cunt. She wondered what it 
would feel like for him to put his nose there. She 
walked forward a little, and Jim told Bear it was OK. 
Bear took a step or two towards Sasha. Standing, his 
head was just a little lower than about mid thigh on 
Sasha, just a little lower than where her skirt ended. 
Bear put his head under her skirt, and lifted his head 
up, putting his nose right on her cunt, pushing a 
little and moving it around as he searched for the best 
odors from the little girl's vagina. 

Sasha giggled, as she stood looking down at Bear's 
bobbing head covered by her skirt. "Yeah, he's trying 
to get a good smell. It feels kind of nice, his pushing 
like that. His nose is kind of cool. Think he'll try 
and lick me?"

Jim was getting really excited as he watched his dog 
smelling the little pre-teen's cunt. He could feel an 
erection growing in his shorts. They were real tight 
bike shorts, very elastic stretchy material but very 
thin. His hard on would be very visible. Well, let her 
see it, he thought.

"I think he will, but not much because you have the 
leotard on. He'd love to lick you if you didn't have 
the leotard on. or pulled it away from your c....., ah, 
pulled it away so he could get to you. His tongue is 
soft, wet and would feel real good on you. Have you 
ever been licked before?"

"Licked there?" Sasha giggled, "No!"

"He really likes to lick little girls. He's been 
licking my niece who's about your age since she was 
four. She really loves it. She says all little girls 
should be licked." Jim said with a smile. It was a lie, 
of course. There was a young girl, 25 years old, he 
dated for awhile that liked dogs, and Bear was 
experienced with licking that girl. Bear knew what he 
was doing.

Just then Sasha could feel Bear's tongue on the leotard 
as he licked gently at her, then on her bare skin that 
was exposed right next to her cunt. It was warm and wet 
and soft and he licked it all around and over and over 
again, quickly, but so soft and sweetly, she thought. 
He was very gentle with her, this big powerful dog, so 
gentle. She liked the feel of it. 

What, she thought, would it feel like if Bear was 
licking her cunt? Her clit? She felt it would be real 
nice. Real nice! She guessed she shouldn't be doing 
this, but Jim said Bear licked his niece. Was that true 
or was he just telling her a story?

"Ohhh! He's licking me. It feels good!"

"Honey, why don't you sit on the couch, lean back and 
spread your legs for Bear, lift up your skirt and pull 
your leotard aside. It's stretchy and will be easy to 
do, and let Bear have a good lick. It'll make you feel 
so good."

"I shouldn't be doing this."

"Sasha, honey, little girls should be licked. It makes 
them feel so good. He'll make you feel so good, you 
might have a cum. You know what that is. If it feels 
good and doesn't hurt you, what's wrong with that. You 
can see he wants to lick you and you like it. Just do 
it for a little while, just to see if you really like 
it. I bet you want to know what it will feel like, 
don't you honey?"

"Yeah, I wanna know what it'll feel like. Oh, but just 
for a minute. I know what cumming is. Not sure I ever 
had a cum before, but I know what it's supposed to be. 
A big explosion of pleasure."

"Yes, sweetheart, that's exactly right"

"I feel real good in my cunt when I shinny sometimes, 
real good. Maybe I had a cum those times. I don't 
know."

Sasha backed up to the couch, sitting on the edge, then 
leaned way back against the back of the couch, her head 
very low. She spread her legs wide and pulled up her 
skirt, then with her right hand she grabbed the crotch 
of the leotard and pulled it clear of her cunt. She was 
hairless, no hair at all. Jim could see her tiny pussy 
lips were slightly parted, and he could glimpse her 
small clit hood, but Bear moved in quickly obscuring 
his view from the front. 

Sasha liked it that Jim saw her cunt, liked it a lot. 
She had wanted a man to look at her cunt for a long, 
long time. She looked at Jim's bulging dick is his 
tight shorts and knew he had a big hard on, that he was 
really excited watching this. She liked that too, him 
watching his dog lick her. That was delightful! Oh, did 
she love being a show-off, an exhibitionist!

"Honey, it'll feel best if your pussy lips are spread, 
so he can lick inside your pussy, and lick your clit 
too. You have to hold your leotard away, and don't have 
enough hands to do it. Want me to spread your cunt lips 
apart so bear can give you a wonderful licking?" 

Bear had started licking her outer pussy lips, and it 
felt so good to her. His tongue would get inside her 
just a little. She was getting that nice feeling in her 
cunt. She knew Jim was right. Her pussy lips should be 
spread wide so he could lick her properly. She really 
wanted a good licking from the dog.

"Ok. I want Bear to give me a good lick."

Jim quickly went over to the back of the couch, leaned 
over it with his head right next to Stehanie's, reached 
out his arms down to her cunt, putting two or three 
fingers of each hand close to and on either side of 
cunt, about midway down the little slit, then moved his 
fingers apart, exposing her inner cunt and clit at the 
top. It worked nicely that way. He loved touching her, 
feeling her smooth girl skin, smelling the soft girl 
smell of her and a whiff of flowers from her shampoo he 
guessed. 

"You have a beautiful cunt, Sasha, just beautiful. 
Everyone should see your cunt. Everyone!" he whispered 
in Sasha's ear, his mouth only a few inches from her 
ear. 

Jim had run with the idea she might be an 
exhibitionist. She just seemed to really enjoy his 
looking at her cunt. She knew what he was doing and 
smiled at him, at his looking at her leotard covered 
cunt. She liked it.

Bear was really getting into it now, licking her all 
over with his long rapid tongue. A human can't lick 
anywhere near as quickly as a dog, nor match a dog's 
tongue for length, size, softness. That's why girls 
loved to be licked by dogs, if they got the courage up 
to do it, and had the opportunity, and were uninhibited 
enough to try it.

Sasha enjoyed having Jim lean over her, feeling his 
body close to hers, his whispering in her ear, loved 
his gentle, but firm, touch on her pussy, and loved it 
that he saw her pussy. She liked having her legs spread 
wide as it always gave her an erotic thrill, she always 
liked that, and now Bear was really licking her good! 
She could feel his long tongue licking the entire short 
length of her inner cunt over and over again, and so 
fast, and so smooth feeling. Then Bear would move up a 
little and lick her clit, and all around her upper 
pussy, like he knew about licking clits, knew they were 
the best place to lick on a girl. 

She had never felt like this before. The feeling was 
growing more and more intense all around her cunt area. 
It was so good. Bear kept licking and licking and 
licking her. All she could feel was this wonderful 
tongue licking her cunt all over again and again and 
again. She started moaning a little, and moving her 
hips up and down in an involuntary humping motion, a 
fucking motion. 

She was so grateful Bear was making her feel so good, 
she kept massaging the top of Bear's head and murmuring 
over and over, "Good dog. Good dog, Bear. Lick, lick 
me. You're such a good dog Bear." Bear wagged his tail 
slowly back and forth enjoying the attention from the 
little girl, and loving the taste of her sweet pre-teen 
cunt.

Jim could tell she was getting close to having an 
orgasm. He was careful to keep his fingers positioned 
to keep her pussy lips spread as her hips started to 
gyrate. 

He started to kiss Sasha's cheek, then her neck, her 
ear, outlining her whole ear with his tongue, pushing 
the tip of his tongue in her ear, and blowing her ear 
gently with his warm breath.

"Yes baby, go with it, let yourself go, that's it baby, 
you'll have a nice cum for Bear, a nice cum. Bear will 
love it that he could do that for you. I'll love it. 
Little girls need to be licked and licked, and have cum 
after cum. Yes, baby. You're so pretty."

"Oh Jim, that feels so good on my ear! ohhhh, ahhhh, 
ummmm. Bear licks so good! I never felt like this 
before. Ummmmmmm!"

"Your going to have a cum, baby, a beautiful little 
girl cum. Yes, cum, cum, cum!" 

The erotic tension, the rising excitement was getting 
almost too much for her. She felt Jim slip a finger in 
her and slowly finger fuck her, then his finger wet 
with her girlcum was on her clit, rubbing it in little 
circles, and all around it, then back and forth on it 
and up and down over it. He moved his finger faster and 
faster. Oh, she loved that! He seemed to know just what 
to do. 

"Oh Sasha, baby, I love the feel of your little cunt, 
how it feels inside, your little clit. You're such a 
perfect little girl. Just perfect! That feel good 
honey. You like how I touch you?"

"Yes! Yes! Don't stop! Don't stop!"

Bear kept licking her, licking Jim's hand and finger 
too as his tongue was so big. She couldn't stand it any 
longer and convulsed in a great orgasm, pushing her 
pelvis into Bear's muzzle, squeezing her legs tightly 
against Jim's hand as he slowed his masturbation of her 
to a near stop. She cried out in unintelligible gasps, 
"ohhhh, ummmm, ohhhh, yes, yes, yes, ohhhhhhh"

"Oh Sasha, that's so good baby, such a good cum, yes, 
cum for Jim, cum for Bear, have a beautiful cum, that's 
it, let it all go, yeah, yeah!"

Sasha had squeezed her legs tight as her clit was by 
then with her orgasm very tender and she didn't want 
Bear to keep licking it. She gradually subsided and 
came out of her orgasm. After awhile Bear stopped 
trying to lick and just looked up at Jim and Sasha. Jim 
remained where he was, his finger still barely touching 
Sasha's clit and moving over with almost 
imperceptibility. He kept kissing her neck and cheek 
and ear gently with a lovers loving, warm, soft kiss. 
Sasha snuggled back against Jim's head, enjoying 
herself as she had never enjoyed herself ever before, 
loving the way Jim kissed her so gently and softly.

"Oh Jim, Jim! You feel so good. I love your kisses. I 
never felt like that, like this before. I had a good 
cum didn't I?"

"Yes, my Darling, you did, the best of cums! Isn't Bear 
great! Don't you love to be licked?"

"I love being licked, love it! And you, your so gentle 
and loving too. You know just how to touch me. How to 
make me feel so good."

"I could touch you and kiss you forever, never stop, 
never. I just love how you feel and smell, how you 
react to my touches. Will you be my girl friend?"

A touch of reality returned to Sasha. "Girl friend? I'm 
too young, of course, but let's have fun together. We 
can't let my mom or grandma, grandpa know. They'll kill 
me and you too. You like little girls, Jim, little... 
hairless girls?"

“Yes, Sasha, Sweetheart, I love little girls. I know 
the world doesn’t... well, you know. I wish the world 
was different. But it isn't. We'll be secret lovers, 
you, me and Bear. How's that?"

Sasha giggled, "Bear too? Ok, the three of us!"

"Let's seal that with a kiss. I've been dying to kiss 
you! Turn your head towards me."

Sasha had wanted to kiss Jim too, and turned her head 
eagerly, as Jim kissed her on the lips lightly, then 
opened her mouth as Jim licked her lips and gently 
pushed his tongue in her mouth touching her tongue, and 
massaging it, then sucking it, then licking her lips. 
She followed his lead, doing to him what he did to her. 
She hadn't french-kissed before, but she liked it. She 
could feel herself getting excited again.

Jim wanted to fuck her, eat her, and have sex with her 
the rest of the day and all night too, but he knew she 
had been through a lot. Plenty of time for more sex, 
plenty of time. His balls started to hurt as he had 
been hard so long without any relief. He needed to get 
off quickly.

Jim slowly stopped kissing Sasha, who seemed eager to 
continue kissing him indefinitely.

"I'd love to make love to you right now, and over and 
over and over, but you've had a lot of excitement for 
one day. Let's take a shower. We can do it separately, 
and go for the bike ride. I know you can't stay out 
that late."

"I know you like to show off, have people look at you, 
look at your cunt, your panties. I love that about you! 
I could tell when you rode your bike up in front of me 
you were showing me your little leotard covered cunt. 
You smiled at me when you saw me stare at the most 
beautiful part of you. You knew what I was doing. 
Didn't you."

Sasha thought for a second as to what she should tell 
him, then decided the truth was best, because he wasn't 
criticizing her for it all. Rather he liked it. Liked 
that she did it! 

"You're right. I've liked showing off since I was a 
little kid. I really do. I wouldn't wear any panties if 
I could under my short skirts, and I just want to wear 
short skirts all the time. I really like it. I mean 
really, really!"

"That's just beautiful, honey, a little girl 
exhibitionist. Not many around, I don't think. You can 
bring such pleasure to men and women and little boys 
and girls that would love to watch a little girl 
showing off. I have all kinds of sexy clothes for 
little girls here. You want to wear like a very young 
Britney spears outfit when we go for our bike ride, and 
no panties on underneath? Would you like that? An ultra 
short skirt. Everyone we pass will see your beautiful 
hairless pre-teen cunt. Won't that be pretty?"

"I'd love to Jim! Just love it. I can show off my cunt. 
And you'll be with me so guys won't rape me or 
anything. Show me the outfits you have. Oh goody, 
goody!"

"Let's kiss Bear for being such a good dog. I'll put 
him out in the back yard. He has things to play with 
out there, like a tire at the end of a big rope he can 
grab and swing on. He'll be all right. Then I'll show 
you the outfits and we'll take a shower and get going."

Bear had been so good from the time he stopped licking 
Sasha. He had sat at the foot of Sasha and watched Jim 
and Sasha as they talked and kissed.

Jim went around the couch to the front. His back was a 
little sore from leaning over for so long. His hard on 
had mostly subsided, but his balls still hurt. He 
leaned over and kissed bear on his muzzle and roughed 
up his fur on his shoulders telling him what a good boy 
he had been.

Then Sasha slipped off the couch, and knelt beside Bear 
and hugged him around the shoulders.

"I want a nice wet kiss Bear, you beautiful dog." Bear 
complied and started licking Sasha's face, her lips. 
Sasha stuck out her tongue and licked Bear's tongue.

"You're quite the kisser, quite the licker aren't you 
honey. We're going to have fun. I just know it!?"

To be continued?
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The End: "Sasha, Bicycle Girl - Part 1" Copyright 2010 
Charles Dodgson

Author's Note: This story is a work of fiction. Names, 
characters, places, and incidents either are products 
of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. 
Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, 
living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Author's email address: charlesdodgson@hotmail.com. I 
welcome comments of all kinds and will answer your 
emails.

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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