Little Bonnie's Latest Gambit

Written by Uncle Pan

My name is Philip Bertrand, but everybody who knows me calls me Flip. And it's not just because of the obvious play on words in my name, at school in gymnastics I have a reputation for being a flipper extraordinaire. I just turned sixteen last week, but the real changes in me began back I was fourteen and my body began going through some really interesting transformations. For one thing my muscles started growing. My shoulders are broader, and my chest has filled out. Arnold Swarzenegger I'm not, but I'm not that scrawny, gangly kid I used to be either. For another thing my voice is changing, it used to be high and shrill and these days its settling into a low, authoritative bass, at least most of the time unless it chooses to embarrass me by suddenly turning squeaky.

But to me the most intriguing change of all has been in the general area of my crotch. All the time I was growing up my watering tube was mostly little and wormy, but when I turned fourteen and began going through these changes he started getting a Kong Kong complex, growing larger all the time and most especially when I get a boner. Which for me seems to be most of the time these days. Wait just a little minute here Flip old boy, come to think of it I mustn't exaggerate. I mean I'm really not all that huge, I guess, it is only huge compared to what it had been before I started puberty.

But if the truth be told I do seem to be walking around with a perpetual hardon these days. I get boners like when I see a little girl climbing monkey bars or sliding down slides at the park, and I even get them when I see pictures of girls' and ladies' underwear in magazines and newspapers. But most of all I get them for real when I stumble upon a real live sighting of a little girl's underclothes. Most girls are careful and self-conscious about how they sit, making darn sure they sit in such a way that nothing much shows. But every now and then you run across a little girl who either isn't conscious of the show she's giving you, or maybe she is and is busy checking out your boner that her little show has brought on. I also have been known to get boners when I see girls with boobies just beginning to grow and poke out of blouses or teeshirts, and particularly those instances when their blouse happens to have a button missing and flares open enough to allow me to see a sprouting titty capped by a pink nipple peeping out. I get huge whenever I happen onto a sight like this.

I can understand and deal with this. I know a thing or two about sex and what my body is going through as I grow up. For instance I know that when I get these boners it's mother nature's way of getting me in practice for when I'm grown up and married and need to do my part in fathering kids to keep the human race up to speed. However those kinds of sightings are few and far between, and if it only happened then I would be spending much of my life flabby. But that's definitely not the case with me. In truth I seem to spend most of my life with a rod on, one which is constantly threatening to embarrass me, if not get me in a heap of trouble.

Now what I don't understand is, if getting a boner is mother nature's way of preparing me for my upcoming adult role as a father, why do I get boners when I see the panties of little girls who are way too young for me to want to poke my pecker in them? Like why do I get a boner every time my pretty little six year old neighbor Bonnie Chapman comes over here. It's true she's always wearing short dresses, and being a little kid she's careless about the way she sits, always with her legs open so I get a clear sighting of her underpants. And I'm absolutely certain I can make out the impression of her vagie lips as they are pressed tightly against the cloth of her panties. But for the life of me what I can't understand is why seeing a six year old girl's underpants should give me a boner? I mean, if my peter gets hard so I can put it in a girl when I get older, why does it get hard when I see a six year old's panties? Surely she's too little for me to put it inside her. Or is she? It just doesn't make any sense to me. Makes one wonder about the wisdom of the Powers That Created Us don't it?

Anyway, these days little Bonnie has been coming over more and more, like in making my home her second home. Her mom likes to leave her here when she has to go out and shop, and sometimes I think she brings her over just so she can have a little peace and quiet. I don't really mind, I like the kid's company, and besides she pretty much keeps to herself when she's over and lets me do the same. Her newest gambit is to crawl up in my lap when we're watching television. She snuggles until her butt crack is aligned with my you-know-what, and her subsequent heat and softness are bound to provoke a maximum reaction from my little soldier. You would think he was snuggling up to a naked Marilyn Monroe, judging by his degree of hardness. He's so brittle that I'm sometimes afraid he's gonna break off. And the next thing you know my hands are striking out completely on their own, seeking no direction from my mind, which is trying its darndest to cool things down. No, they somehow find their way to one of her thighs, where they proceed to cuddle and trade warmths with the softest skin I have ever felt.

This all came to a head two days ago. Little Bonnie was over watching cartoons on television as per usual, as her mom Belinda wanted to go shopping untethered and enlisted me to look after Bonnie as usual so she could go child free. Bonnie hadn't been here ten minutes before she asked me if she could use my bathroom. Of course I said yes, but evidently she had waited to ask a bit too long because after she returned she was sitting there with her legs open per usual, and I couldn't help but notice that she didn't have any panties on. Not that I purposefully looked, you understand. It's just that I have this pair of rogue eyes, eyes that go freelancing without bothering to check with my brain for permission. Anyway, after noticing her lack of panties, quite by accident I assure you, I asked her about this and she blushed and said she'd had an accident and got pee on them, and they were soaking in the bathroom sink. I thought maybe after I had called her attention to her lack of covering she would suddenly close her legs and cut off my view. But no, she kept right on sitting there with her legs spread wide, allowing me a clear view of that that pretty little flesh-colored wrinkle that our benevolent creator has seen fit to bless all little girls with. There it was in plain sight, and seeming to wink at me in the early morning sunlight.

Talk about a boner, man, I thought my pecker was gonna bust his way right out of his little cloth prison. Of course I was embarrassed to be looking at my little neighbor's bare flesh like that. It seemed to violate every rule of good conduct I had ever been taught. But I swear to you, although I really did try I simply could not take my eyes away. They were fastened there, and weren't about to leave their newfound favorite viewing area. My hands were trying like the devil to take on a life of their own also as I would catch them starting to drift over in her vicinity, but I did manage to keep that urge under control. However, the temptation to touch her became simply irresistible, and I wracked my brain for some way to relieve my urge to touch while keeping within the bounds of propriety. And finally I came up with the following, "Want a back rub?" I very slyly asked her. ......(cont)

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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.


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