My name is Dane Cooley and I live with my wife of five years in the little seaside village of Marina, just north of Monterey. I'm sure you've heard of a "marriage of convenience". Well, that's what ours is. Shelby, my wife, and I never said that we loved each other or held affectionate hands or had a serious kiss, but we married out of, suffice it to say, convenience.

We live well, both having good positions with large firms in "the city", separate bank accounts and bedrooms, but, other than that, we live like any other married couple.

So, it's not unreasonable, that our lives changed, over night, because of a brief encounter at the super market.

It was Friday, late in the afternoon and we had stopped to buy some steaks for grilling on the patio. All of a sudden, my cart, was crashed into by a little girl coming around a corner. She bounced off the cart, but didn't fall down, but she staggered a little.

"Are you alright?" I asked.

She looked startled and confused.

"Yes. I'm OK." She said, looking up at me.

I recognized her as being the little girl who lives in a house around the corner from Shelby and I. The town has a very small population, so it's hard to be anonymous, though, not everybody knows your name.

"Are you sure you're alright?" I asked, again.

"Yes, I'm OK. I guess I was walking too fast." She said. Her thoughts were more together.

"Do you live on Ocean Way? She asked.

"Why yes. As a matter of fact, I do." I said, looking at her more closely.

"I see you, now and then, coming home." She said, smartly.

"Are you with your mother?"

"Yes. I was coming to get cookies." She said, smiling.

I laughed. "That's why you ran into my cart."

She giggled, bashfully. "Yeah."

Shelby came from getting some mushrooms. "I got these, they looked... Hello." Seeing the little girl that I was talking to.

"Shelby, this is... I'm sorry. I don't know your name."

"Laurel. Laurel Hathaway." She said.

"And, I'm Dane Cooley and this is my wife, Shelby."

"We live in the brick house on Haddock Way, right across from the school." She said.

"How convenient." I said, smiling.

Shelby asked her how old she was.

"I'm 9 years old, in the 4th grade." She answered, proudly.

"Oh, there you are." A woman walking up to us, said.

And, we were all introduced and stood there talking for quite a while. Shelby and Mrs. Hathaway seemed to get along well, together and I and Laurel were getting to know each other. I invited them to dinner and they accepted.

Shelby and Anne, Laurel's mother, are both lesbians, so they paired off, while I am a Peadosexual, so, Laurel and I got on famously. I liked her very much.

She was short for her age, being only 45" tall, which was short for a 9 year old. Standing in front of me, she came only to just above my waist. She had dark brown eyes, with long, Auburn hair that was parted down the center of her head. And, she had a pretty smile, showing beautiful, white teeth, with dimples on her cheeks. She torqued me out the first moment I laid eyes on her.

After dinner, we paired off and got to know one another, better; Shelby and Anne and Laurel and I. It got kind of chilly, after a little while, so I suggested we go inside and be comfortable. Shelby took Anne to her room, so I took Laurel to mine, to watch television, I thought.

Now I said that I was a Paedosexual, meaning that I had never had any close contact with a young child, for any reason, other than to think they were cute or pretty or that I would maybe like to hug them, but having sex with them, had never crossed my mind. But, now, here I was with a cute, or should I say, a very pretty 9 year old girl that was young enough to be my daughter, snuggling up on my lap, watching television.

I developed a hard on, like never before, and it was uncomfortably stranded in my pants. I wriggled a little, but that did no good, so I told Laurel that I had to go to the bathroom and excused myself.

I stayed long enough for it to go down. When I returned, Laurel assumed the same position as before and all was OK for a little while, but soon it started growing again.

"It seems like I'm always bumping into you." She smiled, wiggling her little butt around on me.

I was breathing hard and gasped. "Yes."

She turned facing me and reached up and kissed me on the mouth. My dick could have ripped through my pants. I kissed her back and then gave her a French, which she caught on to right away. I put my arms around her and held her close to me. It was like holding a little doll. Soon, we were both breathing heavily. My head was spinning. I was delirious. I couldn't think straight.

"Sweetheart," I said. "You'd better get down, because I can't handle this."

"I like it." She said. "It feels good."

"Too good. That's what I'm afraid of. We might like it too much." I stammered.

She climbed off of me and stood up at the foot of my chair, looking forlorn. She was beautiful; just the right age to be cuddled and hugged. And, I wanted to cuddle and hug her, very badly. I thought for a moment.

"Do you really want to do this?" I asked, seriously.

"Oh, yeah." She replied, breaking into the merest smile. "I want you to fuck me."

I was startled. I couldn't believe my ears. I thought for a moment: 'Our meeting wasn't planned. I adored her. She has her mother's consent. She's honest.' I said,

"OK. Come on up."

She climbed back up and snuggled and kissed me and I held her close, rubbing her butt and her waist.

Her hair smelled clean and fragrant and her little body was warm and soft. My hormones were raging. I couldn't keep my hands off of her, even if I'd want to. She was wonderful.

"Do you like this?" I asked, as I rubbed her butt.

"Oh, yes." She cooed.

"Do you think you'd like it better if you didn't have pants on?"

"Yes." She mumbled in my mouth.

So, I started fumbling for the button or snap that held her pants. She wriggled around, until I unbuttoned her pants and then wiggled some more, helping me pull them down.

She got off of me and took her pants off. Then she took her drawers down and off, standing in front of me with only a little top. I took the hint and got up and took everything off, until the both of us were totally naked. I felt funny, standing in front of a 9 year old with no clothes on and we laughed.

She came over to me and put her arms around me and hugged me. I reached down and picked her up and we kissed. I walked over to the bed and threw her on. Literally, I physically threw her on the bed and she bounced a little.

"That was fun." She giggled.

Then, I laid down, over her, surrounding her with my arms. I bent down and we began kissing and hugging each other. My dick was about to explode, dribbling a fine oil. I had never felt anything like the feelings that I was experiencing.

I reached around her stomach and moved my hand down to where her pussy was. It was soaked with her fluids and my finger went in very easily. This was the first time in my life that I touched a little girl there and it was heavenly, because she moaned as my finger went in an out.

I thought that I was going to cum, right there without penetrating anything or anyone; the feeling was so strong. We were both breathing hard.

"Look, we've got to stop." I said.

"Why? It feels good." She said.

"I know, and I like it, too, but soon, I'm going to want to put my dick in you and I don't want to hurt you." I said. "That will hurt."

"I know girls that have done it and they say it feels better and better, the longer they do it."

"Yeah, but they are doing it with kids their own age." I reasoned. "Not with men that are hung like horses."

"No, they do it with their fathers." She said in her defense. "And, their uncles, too."

"Really?" I queried.

"They tell us all about it and they say it feels better than anything they've ever done." She continued. "Karen and her father, do it almost every night, and she loves it."

By the time this discussion was over, I had to pee and so did Laurel, so we peed together. She held my limp dick and aimed it at the toilet and shook the drops off when I was done.

She giggled.

We went back into the bedroom and laid across the bed, snuggling and fondling each other. Soon, my dick was hard again, so we turned over and tried to put it in her little cunt. She was a lot shorter than I was, so she guided it in. Or, tried to, because it kept bending and skewing out.

To tell the truth, I was worried that I'd hurt the poor girl and I didn't want to do that. I told her what was wrong and we decided to quit trying. I put my pajamas back on and went out to see what her mom and Shelby were doing. The light was off in her room, so I went back to my bedroom. I got undressed again and we started petting again.

My dick got hard again, so we tried again, only this time, Laurel straddled me, so that my dick was pointing up and she sat on it. I guess we got about an inch or inch and a half in, but it wouldn't go any further. She moved around, up and down. We started breathing heavy again and soon the feeling was so powerful that my dick convulsed and shot semen up into Laurel's pussy. I pulled my dick out, but it kept on shooting jism into the air all over both of us and the bed.

She laid down over me and we hugged and fell asleep like that.

The next morning was Saturday and I woke up about six thirty. I had to pee real bad, so I went and peed and came back to bed. Laurel was just waking up. I suggested we take a shower and freshen-up, because we had cum all over us.

This was the first time I saw at her sweet little body in the daylight. She was tiny. No wonder I couldn't get my dick in her hole. I held her to me and apologized and she told me there was no reason to apologize, we would get it in.

"We're going to get it in." She said with authority. "It's going to go in as soon as you break my hymen."

I had heard of that, but didn't quite understand about it.

We showered and dried off and went back to bed and fooled around. She got back on top of me and tried again. Finally, her hymen broke and she bled on me.

We cleaned up and had at it, again.

Success!

"Oh my gawd." She exclaimed. "It feels so good."

"Yeah." I said. "It is so tight and wonderful."

And she started pumping up and down on my shaft and pretty soon, the whole thing was in her cunt. She was so tight, we had difficulty moving it in and out, but it sure felt good, for both of us.

"My gawd. What a feeling." I said.

"Hmm... It feels great!" She exclaimed. "Oh, how great."

"Great enough, that you'd better slow down or I'll blow you right out of bed."

She giggled and slowed down a bit.

"I've never felt anything so good." I remarked. "Just keep doing what you're doing."

She laid forward on my chest and kept a slow, easy pace that felt real good. Her pussy was so wet, that my dick made a gurgling sound as it went in and out. I was about to cum, so I told her and she slowed down a bit and hugged me tightly.

My dick seemed to slowly expand and the Glans became more sensitive, with the slower pace, as she drug her pussy back and forth over it.

"Oh, my gawd." I moaned. "I can't stand it. It's so powerful."

She moaned in agreement.

Then I said, "here it comes."

And my dick began squirting cum up into her already soaked cunt. It twitched and twitched as it pumped my semen into my 9 year old lover.

Her cunt began to twitch, also, extracting every last drop of sperm from my dick, which it still held captive. And at last, the last twitch of my cock and it was all over. I couldn't believe how great it felt.

My dick finally popped out of her cunt and she scooted up and kissed me and we made out, some more. I was just about to suggest that we take a shower, when there was knock on the door.

"Yes?" I called. "Who is it?"

"Anne. Come and have breakfast, with us." She said.

"OK, we'll be there in a little bit." I called back.

But, we never did go to breakfast; we fucked and fucked and slept all day and then fucked some more.

Ann and Shelby moved into the Hathaway's house and Laurel and I live in my house. We get together, every now and then, for a steak dinner on the patio and we are all living happily ever after.