The CAS Experiment: Chapter 6 - Babysitting
by Kamkat
What was the best way to go about this, I wondered, my fingers resting lightly on my keyboard while listening to the unmistakable sounds of a gorgeous eleven-year-old's pouty lips sucking expertly on her mother's sopping wet vagina… Momma must think it felt pretty good too, because her voice came over my speakers loud and clear. "Oh-GOD! Suck it Sadie! That's IT baby…! Right… THERE! Oh YEAH! Suck on your mommy's clitty honey! Make me all hot and horny for daddy's big love stick!"
Jeez… I could hardly think!
It would be best if I got the Millers and Felicity Barton to come to ME with the idea of fucking their daughters first… that way their family secrets would be comfortably assured. I decided it best to approach each of the two families separately, and since I already had more than a foot in one door (so to speak!), directing my attentions on Felicity first, seemed like the logical thing to do. The Millers would be icing on the cake!
"There, daddy! It's ready to go inside mommy's pussy now!" Sara was saying, and I looked up to see her poised between her parents' open legs, her backside arched and raised lewdly to face me, her petaled, plump labia pressed together like the pearly shells of a clam, while she guided her father's respectably-sized cock with both small hands to the raw, open gash of her mother's cunt. Sadie perched atop her mother's face, rocking her hips, trying to bring on her own little climax - riding her mom's tongue which by now had worked its way deeply inside her daughter's hairless, drooling gash. "Push it now daddy! Push it inside mommy's cunt and fuck her REAL hard!" Sara suggested.
It… was getting VERY hard… to concentrate… on my work at hand, that is.
The trick would be to get Felicity to reveal to me her fascination with wanting little boys… AND her fascination with huge cocks! Sort of a contradiction there, I pondered… Well, I had a large cock, but I couldn't just whip it out and offer it to her like some sort of welcome-wagon gift! How could I make HER make the first move?
I'd told Cassie I'd invite them over for the weekend, but what about planning an adventure we could ALL go on Saturday together? Horseback riding was the activity that came to mind! Let's see… tonight was Thursday, tomorrow I could suggest it. I needed at least one day for Felicia to be subjected to my suggestive hypnotic messages, and a night for her to sleep on them, before I could expect to notice any result. This would be cutting it close…
"C'mon, daddy! FUCK her daddy! Fuck mommy HARDER - she LIKES it that way!" Sara coached, cupping her father's swollen nut sack in her little, kneading hands.
"Aggggh! Grrrrrrah!" George grunted, slamming into his wife in jerky short thrusts using all the strength he could muster. Mom Susan only gasped and went "Uhhh!" after each vicious stabbing rammed home… and that seemed to be all it took to get Sadie cumming. She was transfixed, mouth open in a voiceless scream, her back arched as shuddering waves of her climax shook her slim frame like a limp 5-foot tall Barbie doll.
"Sadie's cumming, daddy! Now make mommy cum too!"
"Come ON, George!" I cheered him on, realizing I had my own dick in hand and I jerked on it with long strokes, matching his determined plummeting into Susan. Course, I had a delightful view of Sara's arched pale bottom, her parted cunny lips glistening wet from her juvenile excitement, her dark dimpled anus winking open and closed with every strong beat of her lusty heart.
"Ooooo, DADDY! I FEEL it! I feel your cum squirting out of your balls!" She cried out in her wondrous enthusiasm. George missed sharing that happy moment in his daughter's life with her - he was too busy seeding his wife's fertile womb with as much baby juice as he could summon. "I can FEEL all those sperms swimming out to make more babies in mommy!" Sara gushed.
"They're not ALL gonna be babies!" her sister Sadie countered, having recovered enough by now to find her voice. "Jeez! Sometimes I think mom let some dummy's sperm climb into my egg to make YOU get born!"
"They COULD so all be babies TOO!" Sara pouted, feeling her dad's spasms slowly subside. "That's how some mommies get ka-zillionettes!"
"They don't have THAT many!"
"Uh-huh! They do!"
"Uh-uh! No way!"
Course, by now, I felt a bit like George must have… I'd blown my load, in my fertile imagination… all the way up his little airhead twin's ass, and now all I could think about was cleaning up the goopy mess under my desk which I'd just made!
"Girls! It's time for bed for you two now! You've helped mommy and me and we all had fun. Now get back to bed, 'cause you've got school again tomorrow!"
Amid "Aw dads!" and "Gee-wizzes," the two look-alikes reluctantly climbed off their parent's bed and shuffled out to the hall. I watched them a moment later skipping into their own bedroom, huddling together and whispering excitedly. Still stark naked, they climbed into their bottom bunk bed together. I realized they would probably play with each other for the next several hours - or until they got too sleepy to stay awake and fell asleep cuddled in each other's arms.
Okay, back to work! Like I'd done with Cassie, I composed three sets of suggestions - one for each of them. In Cas's case, I encouraged more picture-taking, more fucking and sucking whenever I suggested it, and I hinted that doing it with her brother and his friend would be a whole lot of fun to try as well. Likewise, for Billy I suggested he demonstrate his hidden feelings towards his mom and little sister Cassie. I assured him this was not shameful or "dirty," it was perfectly natural, and I encouraged him to let them see him happily naked, to touch them intimately, and shower them with sincere kisses whenever he could. I also added the suggestion that his friend John, my son, should be invited to share any sexual play with them as a result.
The real test would be their mother, Felicity. For her, I suggested she wanted to get to know me much better. She should be totally and unashamedly honest with me, telling me all her repressed sexual secrets, her fantasies and darkest desires without any fear whatsoever. I suggested she respond to her son's clumsy advances and to teach him, as well as his friend John, all the joys of sexual intimacy. I also suggested she should not object to her newest "best friend" (me) showing sexual interest in her two daughters - in fact, she should encourage it, and be willing to participate with us wholeheartedly.
Well, it would be a lot for her to think about, so I left it at that for now.
As for the Millers, I couldn't just let them slide without starting something! On George and Sue's computer I wrote subliminal messages that they should start sexual education of their youngest, Jenny, as they had with the twins. I also suggested they take lots of photos of their progress, and to upload those to their encrypted pictures folder. I suggested it would be okay to share their girls with their neighbors, as soon as suitable candidates presented themselves (Yours truly, natch!).
On the twin's computer, I suggested they were madly in love with their school classmates Billy and John. As soon as they were able, they should teach these boys all that they'd learned about sex from mom and dad. If fact, they should also get to know their lover-boys' parents, Jake and Felicity, because they would be a whole lot of fun to fuck as well!
As for Jenny's programming, I pretty much duplicated what I'd already used on Cassie… suggesting she should visit her friend so she can visit Jake's house whenever they can. She would just LOVE to model with Cassie for pictures, and if Jake wanted to do sexy things with her friend while she's there, she would LOVE to help, and really WANTED Jake to do those things with her as well!
I sent over all the files, and then set about preparing a gift I'd install on Felicity's computer the very next day. It was a videocam and microphone setup I had, but I altered it somewhat, so that if the user turned it off, the little red light would go out, but the unit would continue broadcasting to my PC's recorder. With everything done, I hit the sack, hopeful the plans I'd put in play would be fruitful.
The next morning, after the kids' school bus had left, I crossed the street with my package in hand. I knocked on Felicity' door and she opened it immediately. She stood just inside, hiding behind it somewhat, dressed in a skimpy, white lace nightie and no robe, nor slippers on her bare feet. Her hair was tousled and looked like a tomboy's. "Hi!" I greeted with what I'd hoped was a neighborly grin.
"Oh! Hello Jake! You caught me before getting dressed…" And she pulled at her blond bangs that way girls do when they're self-consciously trying to look presentable.
"Well, I don't want to bother you… it's just that I thought, you know, seeing how the kids are such good friends and spending so much time over here or at my house all the time, like, maybe you could use something to call over to me easier, even if the phone is tied up."
"Oh, really? How?" She asked, her pretty face showing curiosity.
"It's a videocam and mike setup for your computer. Once I install it, you can just place a call to my PC and I'll be able to answer you right away."
"Will you be able to see me?" She asked cautiously.
"Oh sure, but you can turn it off if you're naked or something!" I joked with a playfully sly smile to see how she reacted.
She giggled delightfully, but opened her front door wider. "Come in, Jake. I hope you don't mind me looking like this. Like I said, getting the kids off to school and feeding the baby is such a panic at our house. I hardly have time to check my email and read the news before I have to get dressed and go out to work. Ah, what do you do?" She asked, holding her arm protectively over her breasts.
"Oh, I work on my PCs out of our home. I do contract programming - kinda boring, actually, but it lets me stay here to watch over John."
"Gee. That's a perfect job! I'm only working part-time now, and I have to leave Maggie at a sitter's. That costs a lot too." Felicity said, her voice trailing off. Was that a hopeful suggestion, I wondered? "Is it expensive? I can't afford to buy anything right now." she quickly added.
"Oh, don't worry about that! I get this stuff for free - to test how it works for the manufacturers. Actually, you'll be helping me out by using it, and I can see that you get some money from the checks they send too."
"Oh my! That would be nice!" she beamed, suddenly forgetting her state of undress to drop her arm and clasp her hands. Her breasts jutted out tautly beneath the thin lace of her nightie. They looked perfectly pear-formed, her nipples dark and high, centered on the lighter shaded disk of twin areolas. My eyes naturally fell to the material's hem that barely covered her hips. Through the transparent lace I could make out the outline of a small triangle of white lace patched over her crotch.
If she'd followed my eyes, she didn't say a word. Instead, she abruptly turned, leading me into their family room where their computer sat on a small desk. I almost dropped the bundle I carried as her delectable derriere came into view. Her legs were long, tanned and beautifully toned. The hem of her short little nightie failed wonderfully in concealing the bottom globes of her buttocks… and what an ass! It was stunningly bare - sans only the thin strap of thong bikini panties that emerged from her butt cleavage at the small of her back. I gulped, and dutifully followed.
"This is our family room!" She announced, "The kids are here most of the time, but I make them turn off the TV when they're working on their homework." The room bordered a countertop next to the kitchen. I imagined that Felicity could keep an eye on her brood while she prepared them all their supper. A couch, a playpen for the baby, and an inexpensive home entertainment center was the extent of the rest of their furniture. Curtains covered a sliding glass door leading out to a fenced-in backyard.
"Well, this is certainly cozy!" I said by way of a compliment. "I forget what it's like having little kids around now that John is grown. I kinda miss that, actually."
"Are you married?" She asked, turning towards me as I set out the equipment to install.
"No, my wife died several years ago. It's just John and me now, and I don't get out much anymore. And you?"
"Me neither! Not with these three. I never have any time!" She sighed, but put on a brave little smile for my benefit.
"Married?"
"No. But that's a long story…"
"I'm a good listener." I offered. After a moment I followed that up with, "Listen, maybe I can help. Why don't I take the kids off your hands tonight so you can get out with your friends? When you come by to pick them up tomorrow, I'll have a little outing planned we can all go on together. How's that sound?"
"Oh that's very nice of you for offering John, but Maggie is only two and a half… she can be quite a handful…" (Humm… Just what I was thinking! Could she read my mind?) But I saw that wishful look in her eyes and knew I had them!
"Hey! No trouble at all. Just leave her food and baby stuff. If I have a problem, Cassie will be there to tell me what to do!" I pressed. "The boys look out for themselves - they'll probably play their video games all night long and Cas and I have the games she likes to play (as I hoped mom would soon learn all about!) or we can make popcorn and watch TV. They'll be fine for just one overnighter away from home."
"Really?"
She seemed happily encouraged, so I cemented the arrangement by saying, "Yeah, really! You can always call if you want to check on them."
"You really have been a good influence on my little Cassie, y'know. I don't know when I've ever seen her so eager to dress up and look nice since she started visiting your home! She's acting real grown up now too. I think she has a crush on you!" Felicity said with a winning smile.
"She's a real cutie, alright!" I said, finishing up the connections and making sure everything worked. "We have lots of fun playing. She's gotten very good at it."
"Well, don't let her pester you too much…I think she misses her father."
"Nah! She's fine!" I assured her. "There! That's done. So, it's all set? Drop them off after your work this afternoon and take some time off for yourself. Tomorrow I have a little surprise for everyone!"
"I LOVE surprises!" Felicity cooed and she leaned forward to give me a small kiss on my cheek. "Thank you John! For everything!"
I told her I'd give her a videocall as soon as I got back home to show her how the new setup worked, so I made the call, knowing the little red light would flash on as soon as she could see me. Actually, the camera was broadcasting already as planned, so I saw her sitting there facing the screen expectantly. She startled when a window popped up with my face on it and my voice coming to her through her speakers. "Hi Felicity! Can you see me?"
"Yes! Yes I can! This is WONDERFUL! Can you see me?"
"Yep! And you look every bit as pretty as you did five minutes ago!" I laughed.
Her hand flew to cover her breasts as she laughed. "I must have given you quite a show! Next time you'll have to call first so I look more respectable!"
"Who said I liked 'respectable'!" I joked, bringing a big smile to her face.
"Well then, it's YOUR turn to look messy next!" She shot back.
"You'll probably catch me like that a lot on your screen… I dress pretty casual around my house when I'm working on the PC."
"Dress, or Undress?" She asked coyly. I had the distinct impression our new electronic link encouraged her to exhibit a boldness she was reticent to exhibit in person.
"Uh… Yeah - okay, you got me there!"
"I can't WAIT!" She snickered.
We chatted aimlessly like this a while longer before she glanced at her wristwatch and said she'd have to get dressed and wake Maggie to head off to work.
"Why don't you leave Maggie with me today? I'll only be a few hours before the kids get home from school. That way you'll save some money for going out tonight."
After the usual protestations and assurances, she agreed and signed off. As soon as she broke the connection to me and her videocam light blinked off as the window of my image closed, I could still see and hear her from my end. I watched her launch her AOL email program and compose a message to "Lanie."
"Lanie, Guess what! I can come over and spend the night tonight! A real cute guy who lives across the street from me offered to take the kids, so I can stay until tomorrow morning! Can you get the boys to visit? Love, Felice"
Hummm… Who was Lanie? And what's this about "the boys"? I wondered.
Then it hit me - Damn! I'd given her a chance to go out for the evening and forgot I needed her to be on her computer as much as possible! Everything depended on her being subliminally bombarded by all my suggestive messages… Now I'd successfully arranged a date with her for tomorrow, but all that would be wasted if I couldn't get her to open up to me truthfully during our "date" as I'd planned. What t'hell do I do now?
I didn't have too much time to think about that before there was a knock at my front door. I opened it to find Felicity holding her cute, pixie-looking, two-year old baby in her arms.
"I REALLY appreciate this…"
"Hey, no problem! Hi Maggie! Ya wanna visit with me today?" I asked with a warm smile, taking the sleepy-faced little blond angel and holding her snugly against me.
"Unka!" She cried, regarding at me closely.
"She calls all grownup men 'uncle.'" Felicity said by way of explanation. "She remembers when my brothers come to visit. That's Uncle Jake, honey." She told the baby. "I've left all her bottles and some desserts here… She'll eat regular food like macaroni noodles or hot dogs if it's cut up. Cassie can help. She's really good with her little sister…"
"It's really no problem at all, Felicity! You just go out tonight and have a great time, okay? Tomorrow you can tell me all about it."
She glanced up at me nervously, probably wondering in advance what story she'd concoct to tell me - rather than what she REALLY had planned for the evening. This ought to be a good test if CAS works - as I hoped.
Ok. I held Maggie on my lap as I faced my computer screen again. Let's see…
Felicity had just sent an email to somebody named Lanie, so that meant she'd be checking her AOL mailbox for a reply. Chances were that she could do that from work, so the trick would be getting my program loaded on her work PC. Remember I mentioned that the monitoring program was small enough to be a Trojan virus payload? Once I got her work IP address, I'd be able to upload my subliminal program onto that machine - ensuring she'd be watching it closely all the time she was there. And while I was at it, I might as well bug Lanie's PC as well…
Maggie sucked on her pacifier and squirmed on my lap, trying to reach the keyboard. She was dressed in a denim bib skirt, a miniaturized version of the design Cassie had worn, with a tiny red t-shirt on top. I could feel she was heavily fortified with a pair of Huggies or some other disposable diaper beneath her cute little skirt. A quick check with my hand between her warm chubby legs confirmed that guess.
So I sent each of them an email supposedly from the other… each one with an embedded package that would let me know where their PCs were as soon as they clicked on their respective messages. It worked like a charm!
As soon as Felicity checked her email from work, I had her computer's address there and installed CAS on her machine. Shortly thereafter, Lanie responded to my fake message as well, and I started monitoring her home PC. Immediately after that, I had a screen of her computer running as she answered Felicity's message:
"Felice, Oh that's GREAT news! I'll send Brad and Josh an email telling them to come over as soon as they can sneak out of the house! I'll have the hot tub running with your favorite jasmine oil, and put out LOTS of candles! This will be SO much fun! They've heard me talk about you so often by now, they can hardly WAIT to get into your mini-bikini!!! PS: Me TOO!!! ~ Love, Lanie"
Maggie spit her pacifier out and giggled. I'd left my hand between her legs and I was unconsciously tickling her there… she must have liked it too, because she squirmed and wiggled all over my lap. Damned if that hadn't made me grow a stiffy too! Too bad she wasn't my horny little Cas!
I determined that Felicity worked as a customer service representative for some local gift catalogue supplier, so that meant she was on the computer constantly while working. At least now I was confident she'd be receiving a healthy dose of hidden, subconscious messages throughout the day, and again later, when she returned to her home PC as well.
Lanie was in interesting case. After exploring her PC for awhile, I figured her to be a freelance writer for a lesbian publication. She wrote stories about middle-aged women having first-time encounters with younger girls, usually in their early teen-aged years. She must be doing very well at it too, by the looks of her flush bank account. So this was Felicity's "date"… and by the looks of it, some very lucky young bucks were going to get happily ambushed this evening!
How young, I wondered? A quick search through her IM files found some chat sessions with "Brad" and "Josh." From these I determined that the two were brothers, and they lived several houses away (from Lanie). Brad was the oldest at thirteen, and his brother Josh just had his twelfth birthday earlier this month! It looked as if they'd been chatting and visiting Lanie for the past half-year or so, apparently without their parent's knowledge.
Maggie had succeeded in escaping my grasp. She'd twisted around and slid down my lap, first her tummy then her chest sliding over the hardened bulge in my jeans, until she stood on the floor between my legs. Holding my knees, she looked for her pacifier on the floor, but when she couldn't find it, she reached up to my lap and before I knew what she was doing, she'd yanked my damn zipper down!
"What t'hell Maggie!" I exclaimed. She looked up at me sweetly, her little face framed in a halo of blond curls. "You better not go there girl! There's a BIG SNAKE that lives inside!" I joked. She laughed, obviously nonplused by my warning. Damned if her little hand didn't reach right through my open fly and her fingers clamped hold of my straining cock!
"I'll be…!" I gasped, hardly believing she'd begun determinedly tugging on me - trying to pull the damn thing out! "Where t'HELL d'you learn to go for cock, kid?!?" I asked somewhat rhetorically - I didn't really expect her to say!
"Mine!" She spoke.
"No, mine!" I answered.
"MINE!" She contradicted me, this time with a little dimpled pout formed on her ruby cherub-like lips.
"Well, what d'ya want it for then?" Obviously I'd forgotten it was senseless arguing logically with a child.
"I WANT it!" She replied, the clouds of a temper tantrum sweeping over her face, ominously changing her angelic expression to one that was distinctly devilish.
"Jeez! Alright then! Gimme a moment, will ya?" I hurriedly relented, unfastening my snap to reach down inside and unfold my straining ten-inches of throbbing hot cock.
"Ooooo-BIG!" She cooed, looking up at me in wondrous delight with her face contented and happy once again. That was only a split second before her tiny heart-shaped mouth stretched wide and she clamped it right over the helmet-head of my cock!
"Eeee-OW! Watch it Maggie! You got baby TEETH!"
Gripping my hard shaft in both little hands, she pulled back to look at her prize for a moment, then said to me, "Mmmmm! Goody hot doggie!"
"No! It's NOT a hot dog, Maggie!" But my protestations went unheeded. She pulled in back in her mouth, rolling her eyes as her tongue swiped over my nerve-wracked underside.
"Ahhhhh! I groaned in frustration and with a mounting excitement I couldn't begin explaining. Never in my life had I ever believed I'd stoop to mouth-fucking a baby, but here this little waif was - sucking on my raw and sensitive cock head like it was one of her baby bottle nipples, and the sexy little cocksucker was making me horny as hell!
Her head was so small I grabbed hold of her tiny shell ears and started thrusting through her puckered lips, feeling so cramped inside that hot little mouth of hers I could hardly wiggle it in OR out. Despite all best intentions the balls in my scrotum began churning and I felt my spunk in them ready to explode.
I cupped my hands around the back of her curly head and shoved - felt my cock wedge down her squeaky-tight throat, and I came in a rush… My cock swelled and jetted, I watched as Maggie's baby blue eyes went wide in unexpected terror… too late! I barely managed extracting it to keep from plugging her narrow throat as gouts of hot sperm shot from my prick. I helplessly watched her cheeks bloat out like a baby hamster's, watched my excess semen spurt from her stretched lips and dribble down her dimpled chin - drooling in gooey, stringy white strands all over her clean red cotton t-shirt and bib denim skirt.
"Oh jeez kid!" I gasped. "Now look what you made me do!"
Maggie just swallowed, smacked her lips, and calmly regarded the mess covering her chest. She reached down to her lap and put her fingers in a puddled warm glob of sperm, picked the drippy gunk up to examine it and said, "Yummy stuff!" before popping her fingers right back into her sucking tiny mouth!
"Man! You really ARE a handful, aren't you!" I exclaimed as I tucked my slime-smeared cock back into my trousers. "Now I'll have to wash those clothes of yours before the kids get home, and certainly before mommy sees you looking like THAT!"
I got her undressed without any problem. She seemed eager to shed her clothing and run around in nothing but her paper diapers. As soon as I got the washing machine loaded, I was going to get her some Crayolas to draw pictures with in my study, when she ran up to me cupping her crotch with both hands, and looking highly distressed while she cried, "Pee-pee! I gotta go pee-pee right NOW!"
"Okay, okay, come on then! The bathroom's that-a-way!" I told her.
But then just as abruptly, her screwed-up urgent frown turned to a radiant smile of blissful relief. "What's the matter?" I asked, wondering if there was cause to be alarmed.
"I did it!" She giggled, quite proud of herself, and I watched as a thin stream of urine trickled down the inside of her bare leg.
"You sure did, you little rascal! Now I'll have to give YOU a bath too!"
"Yay! Bath!" She cheered, as she scampered off in the direction of my bathroom, leaving small puddles of yellow baby-girl pee collecting on my hardwood hallway floor.
I poured her a warm bath, added lots of sudsy bubbles, and hauled her pee-soaked diapers down her legs. Collecting the lightweight squirming bundle under her arms, I stood her in the frothy pond of suds and began washing her body with a bar of fragrant "tearless" soap. In no time, she was as slick as an eel and twice as hard to hold.
Bending her forward to wash between her legs and bottom brought on gales of laughter and giggling, squirming and foot-stomping, with enough water splashed out of the tub to get me dripping wet as well. "Hold STILL, will ya Maggie? Uncle Jake's gotta wash off your pee-pee!" I told her in expiration.
"I can DO IT!" She yelled. "Look Unka-Jake!"
She twisted away from my supporting arm and stood facing me, spread her feet beneath the water and squatted. As I watched transfixed, she put her tiny fist against her plump open cleft and pushed her fingers up inside her tiny pussy. "SEE?" She said proudly.
"Holy SHIT!" I said, dumbfounded.
"Uh-oh! YOU said a BAD word!" And she laughed hysterically all while pushing her fist in and out between her bowed pudgy pale legs.
"Who taught you THAT?" I demanded.
"Unka!" She cried gleefully.
"I never taught you to do THAT!" I replied in alarm.
"Unka!" she insisted, then added, "an' Billy an' John!"
"The BOYS told you to do that?"
"YOU do it TOO!"
"No Maggie! I HAVEN'T done it too!" I corrected, just before realizing her statement was her immature attempt at making me an invitation instead. It wasn't a statement of fact… it was a blatant demand!
"And besides," I tried (logic again), "I'm much too BIG for doing it with you anyway!"
"BIG!" she remembered, looking down to my zipper bulging over the lump in my jeans. "I WANT IT!" She cried, that look of desperation so common on women's and girls' faces shaping her expression like an improbable mask of urgent sexual need.
"Take bath wit ME!" She cried.
Well, I reasoned, (and you have to remember I'd already failed miserably in THAT regard when it came to reckoning with Maggie), what harm could come of it? A worse case scenario would be her discovering there was no WAY she could fit my cock inside her narrow finger-fucked holes… she'd just HAVE to settle for giving me another blowjob (An attractive prospect in itself, since I'd already experienced a great one from that tiny sucking mouth!), and just leave it at that. Besides, we'd be in the bathtub already, so I'd be able to conveniently wash her off right after, in plenty of time before the kids got home from school. "What t'hell!"
"Ooooo! BAD word!" She giggled happily as she watched me skinning out of my clothes, her greedy clear-blue eyes instantly fastening their rapt attention on my awkwardly extended erection. "Ooooo-BIG HOT-doggie!"
It was a bit of a struggle situating myself in the bathtub with someone as curiously active as Maggie. She wanted to latch on to my cock at every available opportunity, making it impossible for me to wash her body or adjust my movements, even minutely without having my prick pulled or tugged. If she sat between my bent legs, her small butt became tightly crushed against my ball sack beneath the sudsy warm water and then she'd want to hug my stiff cock that rose up from the bubbles like the elongated neck of the Loc Ness Monster, clutching it tightly against her chest, her mouth poised hungrily over my glans.
I tried pushing it straight out in front against the floor of the tub, then saddled her over it, but she thought that was great fun too, and began bouncing on it like some playground pony ride - rocking her hips back and forth or thumping her butt up and down over me until my balls turned blue and my cock felt mashed and hammered.
Turning her away from me, we finally settled on a compromise position where I could wash her back while she played with my outstretched boner between her legs, making it jump and twitch to her merry delight each and every time she licked it. She was standing in the tub, bent forward to play with her captive, and I lathered her backside, thighs and plump baby bottom with the bar of soap. Her tight little buttocks were so damned cute, I thought…
I cupped the slippery mounds, slid my thumb downwards through the crack of her ass, and pressed the fair, rosy-skinned and sudsy globes of her cheeks aside to expose her tiny asshole. It was such a small dimple there - darker than the surrounding skin texture, squeezed so tightly closed that its rim looked like a small crater on the surface of the distant moon. I couldn't imagine how you could fit a pencil eraser through it, much less her prodding pudgy little finger…
So I tried it. Soaping my smallest digit, I pressed it snuggly against her puckered rim and gently pushed… and it popped right in! Maggie reacted instantly, crying "Ooooo!" as she bent further over, jutting her puffy labia against my thumb. I extracted my small finger and tried it with the middle one - and once again, that one slipped through. I discovered to my amazement I could press it all the way down inside her, as far as it could reach!
"I think someone's been playing in your little butthole already, haven't they Maggie?" I wondered aloud. Maggie didn't answer - her mouth was busily full with the blood-engorged head of my cock! With my finger still fully imbedded up her ass, I slipped my thumb through the baby-fat folds of her small pussy, and opened the entrance to her cunt. The narrow passageway winked open - a deep reddish hole tucked closely against her perineum. I rubbed my thumb through her spread gash, discovering the tiny bud of her undeveloped clitoris. Maggie gyrated her hips and pressed her ass back against me - appealingly seductive, but obscenely out of place for one so young as her. "Where t'HELL did you learn to move like that?" I repeated aloud the question that continued tormenting me.
Her head bobbed over the top of my cock like a professional whore's… Jeez! This little cunt was making me so fuckin' horny. I was on the verge of blowing ANOTHER greasy hot load of cum down her gulping baby-tight throat! "Not this time, kiddo!" I heard myself saying, "Let's just see if you can open yourself up and take a real daddy-sized cock up your little poop-shitter chute!"
She became highly agitated when I extracted my finger from her butt and pulled her sucking mouth from the knob of my cock, yelling, "NO! MINE! I wan' IT!" But I pushed her body forward, placed her hands on the edge of the tub, and positioned my massive cock head against the soapy folds of her little cunt. She calmed right down feeling that, seemed to anticipate what was forthcoming, and arched her back to present me with an easier target to either diminutive entrance.
"You really WANT to get fucked, don't you?" I asked the little kid in wonderment.
"FUCK!" she repeated… then, "FUCK ME MAGGIE!" was what I distinctly heard.
This was no time to be arguing with the little cunt - I pinched the tip of my flared soapy cap, squeezed its blunt end into the semblance of a point, and pressed in against the pliant rim of her anus. "OW! OW! OW!" She cried in alarm, as spasms of pain suddenly wracked her helplessly pinned body. But her hips belied her body's true craving - she twitched and bucked them like an erotic dancer's, slamming her aching hole against the relentless, cyclopean-eyed monster slowly crawling up her violated, sudsy rectum.
"YEOW! YEOWCH! YEOWEE!" She continued protesting, even while she backed her little asshole against me for more. My thumbs and palms pulled her tiny cheeks as far apart as I could, stretching her anal muscle to the limits of its stretchability. Amazingly, I'd succeeded in prying her open enough to force the knot-head of my prick past her tortured brown rim. Now I grabbed her little thighs just below her jerking hips and pulled as hard as I could. Another inch of soapy cock slid up inside… "YEEEEE-OW! FUCK!" She screamed!
"Dammit Maggie, I'm trying!" I panted, shoving as I pulled all the harder against the split crack between her rosy half-moons. Her tiny rectal canal was just too friggin' narrow to allow any stroking within her. All I could do was press onward, until she couldn't possibly take another inch more. I clasped the top of her head and pulled down on her spine. God! Another inch got sucked up inside somewhere!
"YA! YA! OWIE!" She screeched, but she pushed her hands against the bathtub's edge, trying with all her might to impale herself completely. By now I figured I had about four inches buried within her butt with no room to wiggle or slide it in any further. Her whole rectum twitched and crushed my cock in spasms of muscular contractions… My cock felt like a helpless pig being swallowed whole down the one-way mouth of a greedy anaconda! "AHHH! FUCK MAGGIE UNKA!" She shouted.
Man, that was it! I knew I was on the verge of cumming - I was quickly building up to release a blast of sperm in this sexy little two-year-old's ass the likes of which I'd never known before! In crazy desperation, I got to my knees and drove my weight down into her with all my might! Her hands slipped, her curly blond head plunged beneath the sudsy bubbled surface of the tub's water and I heard her, "AGGGH! YAAA!" suddenly go "BLURP!" As her head hit the bottom of the tub, my cock exploded in her ass, and I jettisoned an erupting torrent of cum deep within her convulsing bowels.
"Oh FUCK!" I cried, seeing her arms flail the air, desperately grasping for a handhold to pull her face from underwater and keep herself from drowning. Still spasming, my sperm in her belly, I lifted her up just in time. She coughed, held tightly to the edge of the tub as I hauled myself out from her. Amazing myself, I was still spurting gouts of streaky white cum - a thick trail of it traced itself up her soapy bare back and clotted in her blond hair. Not wanting to waste it, I aimed myself at the tiny red gap of her cunt and slammed it home. Man!
"AGHHHH! YEOOOO! YAAAAA! …FUCK!" She screeched!
Globs of my earlier ejaculate plopped from the grossly violated void of Maggie's asshole, coating my cock-pole with my own slimy seed. This was enough lubrication to allow me to press myself even further through the virgin vaginal walls of the struggling baby. She twisted and bucked, but her tiny frame kept spasmodically convulsing beneath me. I was more than half of my full ten inches up into her cunt when damned if I didn't feel the second wave of a mighty climax wash over me like a tsunami!
Plunging two fingers up her twitching, dilated asshole, I pushed against my cock from her insides, trying to shove it past whatever obstruction remained blocking me. Something gave way in her little body… her eyes rolled back in her head and her tiny frame SNAPPED back in a bow … my cock slammed all the way in as my nuts slapped the gooey split of her ass! "GAAAAARRRR!" She gargled, and a fresh spouting geyser of my searing hot cum arched up through her wildly flaying body.
It took quite awhile cleaning her up after that. She didn't cooperate very well. Every once in awhile she'd interrupt whatever stage of washing her I was at to spread her legs wide open, bend far forward from her waist until I could see her cute little smiley face grinning back at me upside-down beneath her butt crack, and she'd reach between her legs with her outstretched hand to capture a long stringy drip of my slimy white sperm that oozed from either open leaky orifice.
Sometimes this unexpected leakage was preceded by a fart - and she'd laugh, cover her face in mock embarrassment, then bend down to collect whatever dribbled from her bubbling little butthole, only to lap the warm creamy prize up with her tongue like a kitten licking fresh milk from her paw. "Ummmm! Yummy!" She'd tell me.
I wondered where in t'hell she was able to keep all that cum I'd just gushed into her tiny little body… Sure, some had leaked back out, but she'd been quick to snatch up what there was of that in her small hand and lick the gooey mess up with her tongue, swallowing it all without wasting a single drop!
While I was shooting my load deep inside her cunt, the full ten-inch length of my cock rammed all the way through her tiny frame, I momentarily had a vision of my cum blasting up her throat, smacking wetly against the top of her cranium, and blowing her head up like a water balloon! I half expected to look deeply into her sky-blue eyes and see my little sperms swimming around inside the cavity of her skull - like tiny fish in twin windows of an aquarium!
I attempted dressing her, and she'd have none of that, yet she reluctantly relented when I insisted she wear her diaper so she wouldn't leave white puddles of cum wherever she sat. By this time she was famished, so I made us some hot dogs for lunch - her favorite it seems - and when I chopped hers into bite-sized pieces, I thought she'd throw a fit! She wanted the whole foot-long dog stretched out between her bun, lathered in thick mayo and squirts of yellow mustard.
After I went through all this work to finally get her lunch meeting her exacting requirements, she just picked up the entire lengthy sausage in her dainty fingers, and munched on the thing as it was, smearing mayonnaise all over her pixie face, completely ignoring the bun she left abandoned on her plate.
More cleanups later I was finally able to put her down for a nap. She wouldn't stand for being left alone, so I cradled her in my arms as she sucked on her thumb. Eventually her eyelids grew heavy and she drifted off to a deep sleep.
Maggie was a real handful alright!