I was a naughty little girl, and so horny, even before I knew what it meant. My parents didn't pay much attention to me because they were always working, but they would scold me when they noticed my hand in my panties, stroking my little c**t. Eventually I would try to discreetly masturbate, even though it was mostly just humping objects or pulling my panties up tight against my clit. Never orgasmed from that.

When I was about six, I was in school and we got out early on Mondays. I would be home alone in the afternoons, except for our landscaper who came to care for the backyard every Monday. I liked to talk to him so I would play outside on my swing set while he worked. It was around this time that I realized how good it felt to straddle the swing and grind my bare pussy against it. So when I went out to talk to him, I would make sure that I wasn't wearing panties beneath my dress. He seemed to notice what I was doing because he always watched me. So I started sitting with my legs spread so he could get a good view of my pink hairless c**t. He told me one day I had a pretty coochie. I never heard the word but I knew he meant my privates.

He invited me to go back to his house for ice cream while my parents were gone, so I said yes. When we got there he set me on the kitchen counter and made cones for us. I was so proud that he thought my pussy was pretty that I hiked my dress up and sat squat, my legs open for him to see it. He groaned when he saw and rubbed his bulge. That's so pretty, he told me. Then he rubbed his ice cream up my little slit. I jumped in shock at how cold and good it felt, but I let him do it. I knew I was being naughty but it made it feel even better. He didn't do anything else that day but cleaned me up and took me home. I couldn't wait for him to come next week.

Like I hoped he took me back to his house. This time he suggested we play outside in the hose. I told him I didn't have a swim suit, but he told me I could just be naked. We wrestled around in the water for a bit when he said he wanted to show me something. He made me stand with my legs spread, then sprayed the water against my pussy. He put his thumb in the stream so it pounded harder against my clit. It felt soooooo good. I just stood there with my head back feeling better and better. I almost couldn't stand it as it beat against me tiny pee hole. I whimpered in pleasure and he stopped, saying we better go home.

The next week I anxiously asked him on the way to his house if he was going to play with my coochie again. He asked if I liked it and I told him how good it made my pussy feel. Again, he made us more ice cream and started to rub it on my c**t. It felt good, but it wasn't enough pressure on my clit, so I started trying to hump it as best I could. He smeared it harder, up and down my whole tiny slit, then stopped. I still hadn't reached orgasm, he always stopped before I could, so I figured the torture of having to stop was the price to pay for the amazing pleasure I felt when he teased my nib. It was throbbing and pulsing, begging for more. I told him to do it more. He said I was so naughty and carried me to the couch, ice cream still all over my bald c**t and pounding clit. He said he had a present for me. A minute later he brought back a strange wand and put it straight on my clit. He rubbed it in circles, first lightly, then harder. After a minute he flipped it on and it started to vibrate lowly. Oh. My. God. That was the most amazing thing in my young life. I started to push and grind against it, my whole body quivering from the intense feeling. He switched it off and moved it off my clit. But I needed more. I climbed on my knees and tried to thrust my pussy back on the wand in his hand. He gave in and made me sit on the sofa, knees up and legs spread. My nib was so hard and swollen, bulging out between my fat lips. He turned the wand on full blast and held it firmly on my nib, pushing and massaging it. It felt so good. All the built up frustration from him stopping so many times made it feel that much better. I began to whimper and he called me a good little naughty girl. He said he knew how good he was making me feel. And he was right. I couldn't sit still. I squirmed and jerked under the vibrator, desperately trying to push my clit harder against. Finally I couldn't take it anymore and cried in pleasure as my body thrust and shook, finally reaching orgasm. It was the best day of my life. And you bet there were many more after for several years until we moved.