Summer Holiday/Spain Day 8 Toni

I smiled. “I think you got the answer to that question in your hand,” I said.

She giggled. “Then why does daddy only do it with Tracy and not with me,” she asked.

I shrugged. “I don’t know; sometimes a man’s cock takes over from his brain and it doesn’t always make the best decisions.” She was sitting sideways across my lap and I slid my hand up her thigh until my thumb touched her pussy. “If she was here now; would you rather have her or me?” I stroked my thumb up and down, feeling for her clit. “What do you think,” I said. “Men like me prefer girls with flat chests like yours. Some men like girls with big tits and some men like girls with big bums; but I like girls with no tits and firm little bums like yours.” I bent forward and kissed her on the lips, pushing my tongue into her mouth, while at the same time my thumb was busy working on her clit. That pretty much ended the conversation for the time being.

When we broke off the kiss, she slipped off my lap, stood in front of me and peeled her pyjama top over her head. "Do you really think I'm pretty," she said. I looked at her: Ten years old but looking younger; her short, dark hair framing a round face with brown eyes and a snub nose. When she smiled (a bit nervously) she showed a gap in her front teeth. Her chest was as flat as a boy’s and her nipples just bee stings. I didn’t reply but just watched as she hooked her thumbs in the elastic waistband and pulled the bottom half of her pyjamas down until they fell around her ankles.

Her skin was tanned by the sun and the white shape of her bikini bottom was clearly defined; other than that, she was flawless, not even a gnat bite to spoil the perfection of her young body. I was tempted to make a joke and say that she was the prettiest girl I had seen today; common sense prevailed. "Not pretty," I said; "beautiful. Your father is a very lucky man."

A thought suddenly occurred to me. “Are you a virgin,” I asked.

She nodded. “Well, sort of,” she said.

I held my arms out again and she left her pyjamas and the bunny slippers on the floor as she climbed back up onto my lap. “What you mean by sort of,” I asked.

“I’ve never actually done it with a boy, but Tracy and I do stuff sometimes. She gave me one of Mummy’s toys and said I’d have to make do with that until I found a boyfriend of my own.”

Before this holiday, I’d had very limited experience with young girls, and not all that much with grown-up ones. During the last few days, I had participated in more sex than ever before, and most of it with young girls; they, however, had all been experienced. In fact, I had never before had the chance to fuck a virgin, and I wasn’t sure what I should do. “She obviously wants to lose her cherry; if it isn’t me, it will be some other lucky guy,” I think. “It’s one thing to fuck some kid whose father has been fucking her since she was weaned, but…?”

What do you do?

She wants it; being turned down would be a huge blow for her?

It’s not right; who am I to take this girl’s virginity?