A mysterious person in the realm of StoriesOnline asked for different kinds of stories. Sometimes he offered prizes for the best in a particular category. He used the name WellToDo and said very little otherwise, but the contests were of great interest. The first prize was guaranteed to be at least $100, but winners reported that sometimes they got more than that.

A contest was announced for the best consensual pedophilic story. Of course to most people consent is impossible for a minor, but the intent was clear enough. The girl ought to think she was consenting.

I won.

WellToDo sent me a private email in which he expressed his delight with the story. His message said that in addition to the $100 in cash, he had in mind a vacation he thought I would like.

On the agreed-upon Friday evening I waited at my house without any luggage, as directed. At the appointed time a limo arrived and a lovely woman in her 30s met me and introduced herself as Caitlin. The limo whisked us away to the airport. I presumed Caitlin would put me on a red-eye flight. To my surprise, we went not to the international airport but a smaller, local airport and I discovered that my plane was a corporate jet. WellToDo perhaps was truly well-to-do. Caitlin accompanied me on board and said she would serve as chef and masseuse, but that a massage was the limit of intimacy I could expect from her. She had her own tiny cabin.

Caitlin gave me a wonderful massage as I settled down in my queen-sized bed for the night. I doubted very much I was going to have red eyes in the morning. When I woke she had fresh fruit, yogurt, and granola ready for me -- my favorite breakfast! I briefly wonder how WellToDo had known, but then I remembered I had served that breakfast to my protagonist in more than one of my earlier stories.

As we were landing late the next morning Caitlin finally told me where we were. Let's just say it was the capital of a Third World nation known for its natural beauty, pleasant climate, and government corruption.

We walked a hundred yards from the jet to a helicopter, which in a matter of minutes landed us on top of a luxury hotel. Caitlin escorted me down a flight of stairs to the penthouse suite.

At the door she said, "A room-service meal which we think you will appreciate will be arriving shortly. For further instructions, check the TV in your bedroom periodically. And, by the way, those drinks on the flight contained something that should let you get the most out of your experience." She gave me a significant smile as she turned to leave.

On entering I was in a spacious living room, and from there a door led to a large bedroom with two enormous beds -- much wider than they were long -- a kitchen, and a large and luxurious bathroom.

The bedroom TV displayed the message, "Welcome! Touch this screen when you feel refreshed and ready for your experience to begin." The TV was unresponsive to the remote throughout my stay and remained dark except when there was a message for me.

The journey had been if anything more refreshing than a night in my own bed. The room-service meal was exquisite, as Caitlin had promised.

Shortly after my meal I touched the screen and the message changed to tell me that my experience would begin in five minutes. As the minutes went by I got a bit anxious. What did WellToDo have in mind? Since I had written a pedo story it would not be too surprising if my guest would be an underage girl. I would be uncomfortable with a prostitute, but given all the expense that WellToDo had already gone to, I expected it would be someone special.

I heard the outside door open, and then the inner. I barely had time to take in the beautiful girl who walked in smiling when I saw there was another one behind her. And yet another! When the last one came through the door and shut it behind her there were twelve little girls in my bedroom. They were Caucasians and reminded me of my own daughters and their friends as they had been 15 years earlier. Each wore a dress of a different pastel hue, and each was beautiful and vibrant.

Because the country I was in was known for government corruption, it seemed likely that WellToDo had paid off the relevant officials so there would be no difficulties with the law. In any event, no sting operation would require more than a single girl.

I figured WellToDo must have really, really liked my story.

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They formed a line and each in turn smiled and curtseyed.

The TV then displayed a new message: "Each of these girls is here to play with you in any way you want. They are good girls and will not speak unless spoken to. Use your creativity! They have some ideas too. Each is labeled with further instructions."

Hmmm. Labels. I looked over the girl on the end. I walked around her and saw nothing obvious on the outside of her dress or on her skin. I peeked down the back of her dress and saw nothing there. I hesitated before peeking down the front of her dress.

That was not permitted under normal circumstances, so I was about to cross the line into impropriety. The sight of her flat chest made me tingle with excitement, and sensing it she smiled at me. But I saw no message there or on her chest or the inside of the dress. I asked her to please lift her dress up, and she did, slowly, smiling. There was nothing on her legs or the front of her panties. I had her turn around. Nothing there either. So I slowly started tugging the panties down and looked inside. There on the inside of the cloth, right at the part that covered her labia, were the instructions:

"She loves to be touched here inside her panties. Her vagina is big enough for one finger but not your penis."

I pulled up her panties and went on to the next, who held her dress up. I held the panties out from her front to read:

"She loves to be touched inside her panties, and adores a tongue. Her vagina is big enough that you can take her virginity if you wish."

She looked like she should be close to puberty, but her body showed no signs I could pinpoint. Inside the next pair of panties:

"She is a wonderful kisser. The vagina in these panties may be big enough for your penis, but it could hurt her. Enter at her discretion."

There was quite a variety, but each pair of panties held flesh that wanted to be touched. So after reading each message I thrilled to slide my hand inside the panties and cup each smooth pair of labia with my hand, often evoking a giggle.

This was going to be great. I told them I would be open to their suggestions, then I stripped to my underwear and lay on my side on one of the beds and closed my eyes.

One girl nestled in behind me, and another wiggled into place in front of me down at my knees. Her hands started to explore around my waist. Another lay beside me face to face, with the most gorgeous little face and blue eyes, blond hair, and smile. The kisser. She gave me a sweet look of longing and slowly moved in to kiss me, on one cheek, on the nose, but then on my lips. Sensually, sweetly, innocently. While these tender kisses went on I couldn't see what was happening to the rest of me, but I could feel it.

There were now two girls behind me. One was up high, and she was running her fingers through my hair, and kissing and licking my shoulder and neck. The girls down below started moving their hands all over me, including between my thighs. The girl in back reached under the elastic between my legs to caress my testicles.

The girl in front was drawn to the part of me that was already bulging inside the underpants. First she stroked my penis through the cloth, then pulled down the waistband just enough to expose the tip. I felt the sweetest, purest pleasure as she formed a ring with her mouth to gently moisten the most sensitive part: the edges of the tip. She didn't take it in her mouth very far at all, and she licked with the tiniest, slowest strokes. It drove me wild.

I was kissing my gorgeous girl up top but another girl was trying to get in on the action in a different way. She descended with her legs very far apart, so my gorgeous kisser and I found a pair of smooth labia descending right above us. My little kisser followed my lead in putting up a hand to support one of her thighs. We gave each other a smile, then with her head the kisser gently pushed mine aside and started pleasuring this little girl. She pushed her tongue between the labia, continually moving up and down. After a little while I nudged her head out of the way to take my turn, imitating what she had done. In the up and down motion we paused at the top where her clitoris was. After several turns the girl started tensing and panting. Then the kisser wiggled her tongue really fast right at her clitoris and the girl froze, poised exquisitely on the edge. When I nudged my way in for my turn and wiggled really fast the owner of the clitoris cried out with release and pleasure. After a bit she went limp and we gently pushed her up above our heads to lie down and drift in her dreamy afterglow. The kisser and I smiled at each other, then went back to kissing.

Down below, the little girl kissing my penis had idled a bit while the excitement was going on above, but now she and the girl behind pulled my underpants down with a little help from me. Then they rolled me gently onto my back. The girl who was stroking my neck wriggled out of the way and switched to stroking my right nipple. My gorgeous little kissing girl raised one leg over me so her crotch through her panties was rubbing against my hip. She went faster and faster, and as her own pleasure built her beautiful face went slack and her eyes closed. She climaxed with a demure little "Ooo" then slid her leg off and snuggled against me.

I could now see what was happening at the bottom of the bed. A girl appeared who I remembered as one of the ones whose vaginas were off limits. After teasing me by giving me a brief peek up under her dress she lowered herself to her knees, one either side of my hips. The other two girls guided my throbbing penis up under her dress and it stopped against some soft flesh. The kneeling girl then lifted her dress up and off in a single motion. I then saw my penis right at her vaginal opening.

The two took turns licking my penis and the girl's labia all in one motion, gently opening her labia with their tongues, licking her clitoris, sliding my tip in a little so it was between her labia, nestled right at her opening. The kneeling girl started breathing in a ragged, irregular pattern. I was feeling very excited, near orgasm from the superb tongue work and the pressure of the labia, and from seeing it all unfold. Then the girl whose labia I was between panted, in her little voice, "Can I speak, sir?" I nodded. "Could you please ... give me a little squirt... of sperm? Please?"

I pushed up a little, she pushed down a lot, the tongues licked furiously, her labia engulfed me and she pressed my penis right at her vaginal opening and the tip went in a little bit.

I paused to savor what I saw. Light and dark brown hair mops shielded the two expert tongues. My shaft rose and my straining, bulging tip was as close to penetrating this girl's vagina as it could go. Her face was scrunched up in pleasure and desire. As my orgasm started possessing me I realized that this was one of my lifelong fantasies. I was ejaculating with my penis right at the vaginal opening of a little girl. The first little glob of semen shot right inside her little vagina. On instinct I pulled back just a little and thrust up again, driving the second huge glob into her vagina as well, continuing until I had pulsed five times into her.

She moaned and started to go limp. Another little girl moved in from behind and eased her off of me. My milky sperm flowed out of her. The two who had been licking us caught the flow of my seed in their fingers and rubbed it on their own labia. Now three little girls lay on the bed with me recovering from orgasms. I was happy to relax for a few minutes, enjoying a number of little girl hands rubbing various parts of my body gently and lovingly.

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When I got a little energy I looked at the other bed in the room. There was a pile of largely naked girls there doing things that innocent little girls don't do.

Three girls lay in a row on their backs, each getting pleasured from their other companions. The girl on the left had little breasts, and these had attracted the attention of another girl's mouth. But between her legs a head was buried, licking away as the girl on her back gently moved her hips. The girl in the center was also benefiting from the attentions of a girl tonguing her. The girl on the right was getting two-handed attention from another; one finger slid in and out while the other hand squeezed rapidly right at her clitoris.

Aided by the gentle strokes my own attendants, my penis hardened again watching this other bed full of sexy girldom. I decided to switch girl piles.

Two of the lickers were on their knees at the side of the bed, and they both still had dresses on. The middle one caught my fancy and I reached up under her dress, following her silky thighs to their juncture. I found she still had panties on. She kept using her tongue on the other girl but wiggled her butt in approval of my explorations. I stroked the outside of the panties between her legs, then worked my finger inside briefly.

To my right the girl who had a finger going into and out of her was looking pretty excited. She whispered to her attendant, "That's nice, but your finger's too small". The other girl put a second finger in but she said, "Still too small". The girl with the fingers inside looked around and saw my hard penis, and looked back and forth between it and the girl she was inside.

The girl on her back saw and said, "Oh! Yes, that's it". Looking at me she said, "Please, sir?!"

I looked at the panties that were still around one ankle. It was a case of her discretion. So I gently pushed aside the girl who was using her fingers and got oriented to this girl who was begging for my penis. She spread her legs wide apart and held her labia open. The little inner lips looked engorged and wet. I raised myself above her.

"I'm a big girl now. I'm ready!" I lowered the tip of my penis to where her labia were open, and pushed in, feeling the tissues press. Then I felt them part a little bit. The girl on her back had her eyes wide, and said "Oh, thank you, thank you, more, more!"

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Yes!" I pushed a little deeper and the tissues gave more and I felt my tip slide past the ring of muscles. My penis was right where it longed to be and my desire to lunge into her was fierce. But I was gentle. Her face was scrunched up in some combination of pain and pleasure, but she said "Deeper!" And so with little ins and outs more and more of my penis disappeared inside of her. Her eyes opened and she beamed at me as she saw the shaft of my penis gradually disappearing from view -- into her body.

Then I bumped against the end of her vagina. And when I did that she moaned with obvious pleasure, then I withdrew an inch or so slowly, and pushed in again, and each time I hit the end she moaned louder. All my systems were go. She had used her discretion to invite me in, and I was in as far as I could go. I had already ejaculated right into the vaginal opening of one girl, and here was another sexy girl below me, and this time I was buried to the hilt. I felt the glow and the tingling. From the pleading look on her face I could see she was holding back her climax for me, so I gave a flurry of strokes. It set in motion my ejaculation and one final time I pressed in all the way, and a little more for good measure, and that time she screamed "Yes!" as I went into ecstasy, pulse after pulse of semen shooting up inside her. I slowed, then slid out as I flopped off her onto my back, landing partly on the girl to her right.

Most of the girls on the bed had been watching our mating intently. One whispered to her, "Did it hurt to have that huge thing in you?" And the girl with my sperm frothing inside her shook her head decisively.

Girls were reaching in to get a chance to touch me, some finding my testicles and my slick penis. A few slow and luxurious strokes were like CPR and it rose again. Whatever Caitlin had put in my drink was giving me much more sexual stamina than I could usually muster. I was about to slide into another girl, though I wasn't yet sure which one, and I had no doubt I was going to shoot her full of sperm too.

The girl who I was partly on top of whined, "My turn, my turn!" before realizing she had been indecorous. She whispered, "Please, kind sir, I would crave a visit from that big, strong organ right up between my legs."

I turned over on top of her. "Are you sure?" I asked, and she nodded without hesitation. Once again my tip went between her labia and against her vaginal opening. I pushed. The flesh strained inward. I pushed harder, and it strained inward but did not budge. "You're not big enough", I said.

"Yes I am! You did it to her, now it's my turn!" Lust had led her to abandon the whispered "please" approach.

"Where are your panties?" A girl reached down and handed them to me. It said it was her discretion if she really wanted to. I sniffed the inside, where the writing was, and closed my eyes and the luscious smell made me smile. The girls giggled.

I pressed again but got in no further. "No, too small," I shook my head, though I left my penis right where it was. I was aching to force my way in, but knew I shouldn't.

"It's not fair!"

The girl whose vagina I had already coated with my semen said "Maybe you're just not as sexy".

The girl beneath me countered with, "No, he's just worn out".

I guess she really wanted it. I wouldn't let a little girl think I was worn out. I got us into position so I could exert maximum force. I had her spread her legs spread wide and hold her knees, making her vagina as accessible as possible. I grabbed her hips and gave a mighty shove and felt my penis wedge into the tight space. The girl yelped and her eyes got moist, but she said "Deeper, please, deeper!"

My penis disappeared inside her faster than the other girl. Although it was very tight, I didn't hit the end the way I had with the first one. My penis just kept going in deeper and deeper until our pubic bones ground together.

"Ooo, it's so big and WONDERFUL!" I withdrew a couple inches and slid in again, and again. The other girls were all around us, watching. One set of fingers was touching my testicles, another was touching her clitoris. And I saw the very hilt of my penis against this little girl's labia, stretched very tight. I gasped to feel my orgasm building, slid out a couple inches, then rammed in fast with a big "Unnnh!" and the instant our pubic bones ground together, with my tip way up inside her, the first spurt erupted in her deepest recesses. She screamed with pleasure.

As I slid off of her I said I was pretty tired. The girls were understanding, and their gentle strokes all over my body relaxed me. But soon some of those gentle strokes started finding my penis, and I didn't object. There the relaxation gave way to warmth, to hardness, and to lust. The next of the three girls I had originally found on their backs tapped me on the arm.

"Ummmm. When you... Could you..." she stammered, her eyes glancing down at my twitching member.

"Are you feeling left out, sweetie?"

She nodded, looking a little sheepish.

She was the one with the breasts. She had a pretty face, and looked deliciously bashful and sweet. So I rolled on top of her and took a minute to suck each of her burgeoning nipples, making her sigh and moan.

I returned my attention to the area between her legs, and her anticipation grew as she held herself wide open. My penis glided into her more easily than the others. She grinned when she felt me all the way in, "Oh, sir, I need this so much! I need your huge thing!"

So I lay down on top of her, covering her completely, and put one hand around behind each of her little buttocks, and I stroked in and out slowly but firmly for a good long while. I was a male mating with my female and it felt very good to go in and out in accord with out mutual fervent wishes. Sex: one of the original win-win propositions. I pumped her solidly, enjoying the silky hot grasp of her vagina. I heard little cries and moans from a few of the other girls as they were obviously excited by what they saw and were doing something arousing with themselves or each other.

After ten minutes I felt the girl who I was enveloping and who was enveloping me get tense, and she said, "Oh, please fuck me deep! Fuck me harder!" before catching herself and looking mortified, realizing she was using dirty words.

Without stopping my gentle thrusting I smiled at her and said, "A little girl like you shouldn't know words like that!"

"Sorry," she said, looking down bashfully. "Will you still keep doing it until you put the stuff up in me?" She looked concerned.

I pretended to weigh the matter. "OK, I will." Her pleasure built faster than mine. I raised my face a little and locked into her dreamy, innocent eyes, set in her gorgeous sweet face as she squeaked out the pleasure of her orgasm. It was time to finished my mating, so I let myself go, pumping faster and feeling the her hot, wet, hugging innards beg me to spurt up inside her. Just as I passed the point of no return and the fluids were mixing within me, she raised her head and whispered in my ear, "Please ejaculate inside me, sir." Pleasure soaked my brain, my body glowed and clutched, my pelvis surged inside, and I shot my globs of semen up into her deep.

Whatever Caitlin had put in my drinks on the plane was not only keeping my organ hard and ready, it was making the pleasure grow with each mating to the point where it was indescribable.

But while my organ recovered promptly, the rest of me was tired. I was out of breath and my muscles sore. Whatever drugs had been in my drinks seemed to do nothing for that. I had an idea.

"I'm tired, but my penis is hungry to get into all of you --well, nine of you anyway. I'm going to lie here on my back, and whenever my penis is hard, any girl who wants to impale herself on me should -- please!"

So a bit like the queen in the beehive, I had girls at me from every angle, whispering in my ears, kissing my neck, licking my chest, even licking my toes. Several girls slid my middle finger of one hand or the other up their vaginas and I felt the delicate hot slick tissues pump up and down on me.

My penis kept rising again, sometimes coaxed back to life by a small mouth enveloping it. It always reached its peak hardness at the prospect of another naked little girl with her private parts all glistening and hot, waiting for a chance to impale herself and feel her feminine urges satisfied.

And so they all did, one by one, as an hour went by, and I watched as they forced my penis into them all the way. And every time I answered the girl's feminine urges with my little spurt of semen and a heavenly wash of orgasmic pleasure. I noticed that the girl with the tiny breasts took a second turn, engulfing me again to fulfill her need once more.

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There finally came a major lull. I asked for a show of hands of girls who had not had my penis in them all the way. Three raised their hands, the three whose panty labels had indicated their vaginas were off limits.

I had absorbed all the labeling I needed to, and most of these sweet girls had parted ways with their panties long before. They rapidly heeded my suggestion to dispense with all clothing. We all stayed naked for the rest of our time together.

One girl mentioned that she was getting hungry, and it turned out we all were.

"First, the bathroom," I said. We all fit in the large room easily. First I stood and let go a mighty stream into the toilet, which they watched respectfully, some giggling. I told the girls that I really loved to see girls pee, so I sat on the floor facing the toilet as each girl in turn sat and promptly let her stream go. Like magic the pee materialized from nowhere, flooding through her labia. I took a couple sheets of toilet paper and wiped each one. A few teased me and wouldn't go right away.

I found this all very exciting and had a throbbing erection when we were all done. I said I wanted them to watch what had been happening for me when my penis was way up inside most of them, so they crowded around as I stood up and jerked myself -- the memory of all that peeing and the sight of all these naked girls meant I needed only a couple jerks, and gave a big "aaah" as I sent a few splats flying across the room onto the mirror, then a couple more on the floor. Whatever drug they gave me on the plane was very effective indeed.

We then all washed our hands for dinner.

I went to explore what the kitchen held. It had a water fountain that arced a stream of chocolate milk instead of water. It had two giant chocolate cakes, two large tubs of chocolate ice cream in the freezer, and two jars of chocolate fudge sauce that I promptly heated in the microwave. There were no napkins or silverware.

They looked at me expectantly. "Wait," I said.

I put the bowls of food on the warm marble floor, and motioned over my little blue-eyed kisser, and we all sat. It was a cozy fit for the twelve of us. I couldn't resist a long, slow kiss with that little sweetheart, then I pulled off a piece of chocolate cake with my hand. She focused her blue eyes on me adoringly and opened wide as I put it in her mouth. Most but not all fit. I then dug out a lump of ice cream, which started melting in my hand as I put it in her mouth, and finally took a palmful of the fudge sauce, which she licked out of my hand as she chewed the cake and ice cream combination.

I could almost hear the rumbling stomachs of the girls impatiently waiting around me, then proclaimed, "OK, dig in, but there's one rule: you can't feed yourself, get someone else to feed you. And let's stay quiet."

The injunction to stay quiet kept endless giggles from erupting into bedlam -- just barely. These girls all enjoyed the sensuality of eating with hands, making messes, regressing to a time when that was a real temptation. A variety of little hands in front of different chocolate-smudged smiling faces pushed food into me.

When hunger was satisfied the fun began in earnest. The cake and ice cream ended up in hair, faces, toes, backs. As the nutrition aspect of the situation became secondary, the focus went to the warm fudge sauce. It went everywhere, but especially on nipples and between the girls' legs. My penis got spread with the stuff repeatedly, all promptly licked away. Gooey fragrant chocolate slathered on labia became a real hit. When a girl covered her labia with the stuff and wagged her crotch in front of me, I couldn't resist licking it off. I made sure I had every last bit of chocolate flavor out of every corner of her labia, with special attention to that little button towards the top, and more than one girl sighed and shuddered.

We were all covered in chocolate. It was 9pm by then and all of the girls were looking a little droopy, so it was time to head for bed. But a major cleanup was needed first. "Bath time!" I said.

There were toothbrushes and toothpaste for all, and without prompting these delightful little creatures each tended to that chore.

The bath would have been impractical and taken a long time, so I decided we would all take showers.

I first cleaned myself off and then invited in one girl at a time. I washed each little darling's hair and soaped her up all over and rinsed her, then had her lift one leg high in the air to the side so I could spread her labia and be extra sure she was clean there. Then I stepped out of the shower with each girl and dried her before taking the next into the shower with me.

There were six amazingly quiet hair dryers for them to share. "When your hair is dry, go wait on the sofas in the living room."

As the last girl flopped onto a living room sofa, I began carrying them to bed. As I cradled each in my arms she draped her arms around my neck and snuggling against me. I lay each one down in bed and kissed her goodnight. I got seven girls in one of the huge beds, then put five in the other before sliding in past two girls to be in the middle.

So by 10pm, a respectable bedtime for little girls on a special night, the lights went out. After the excitement of the day we were all soon asleep.

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I slept a couple hours but woke up around midnight. A sweet little girl was snuggled against one side, another against the other. My erection had risen, and as I lay there it got very hard and my lust built.

I had an idea. First, I remembered that sometimes you wake up little girls in the night to take them to the bathroom to pee so they won't wet the bed. None of these girls was that young, but it's the idea that counts. So I lifted a sleeping girl in my arms, the one with the hint of breasts. She snuggled against me on the way to the bathroom, which was lit only by a dim nightlight. I sat her on the toilet and she groggily did a little more pee for me and I wiped her gently.

"Sweetie, would you like a little more sex?" She glanced at my stiff member, smiled and shivered with anticipation. I lifted her from the toilet and sat her on the edge of the sink shelf, with her legs wide apart. The wall to the left of the sink shelf was mirrored, and I could her small body and my much larger muscular one. It was especially exciting to watch the reflection of my twitching organ glide towards the spot between her legs. I slid gently into her vagina, open and ready right at the edge of the counter.

I didn't slide in very far. She was still lubricated inside from the doses of sperm I had given her earlier. I glided back and forth with slow, very small strokes, the pleasure intense and building quickly. I trembled as I shot her full of more sperm, the intensity of the pleasure accented by the quiet room, the small strokes, and the dim light.

After catching my breath and my balance I lifted her in my arms again, and she kissed my cheek. I laid her back in bed, where she promptly fell asleep. I dozed but woke in fifteen minutes, horny again. My male animal did not want to pass up all these sleek vaginas tucked up demurely between the legs of these clean and delightful little girls.

I took another girl in for peeing and re-insemination, and this one leaned her head against me as I pressed my member gently but insistently into her. After getting her settled I dozed but soon woke to take another, and then another. For the three with the smaller vaginas, I jerked myself off with little strokes and pressed against their little vaginal openings to shoot the semen inside them.

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The girls woke first in the morning and headed out to the living room to play and whisper quietly -- and have more sex with each other. I was tired, having spent half the night mating with each of them in turn.

The TV came on with its soothing tone. "Room service will shortly deliver a breakfast. The girls need to leave at noon." And then in smaller letters at the bottom it said, "You can keep as many pairs of panties as you want as souvenirs."

With the staff due to deliver the room service carts, I called all the girls back to the bedroom and closed the door. It would not do for any of the hotel staff to see any of my little darlings without clothes on.

We dug in: Eggs, pancakes, waffles, fruit, yogurt, cereal, toast, juice, bacon, sausage, bagels, lox, cream cheese, a half dozen cold cereals and more I'm forgetting. Since we had had nothing but cake and ice cream and hot fudge for supper the night before, we all took seconds and thirds.

Once again the girls all brushed their teeth without being told.

There was a room off the back of the bathroom that I hadn't noticed before. It contained a Jacuzzi, big enough for all of us. The naked girls found that if they positioned themselves with a jet of water squirting between their legs, the jet would massage their clitorises even better than a warm tongue. Several treated themselves to heavenly orgasms.

I was starting to miss my little dears already, and wanted to slide into them all one more time. So I groped below the water to find a set of little girl parts and pressed them down against my rock-hard penis. When the first realized what was poking her under the water, she squealed and grinned and pushed down to impale herself on me. When the others got wind of this submarine coition each waited for her turn, though often a bit impatiently. Maybe Caitlin's cocktail was wearing off. I wasn't going to be able to come in all of them. I decided to make do with several long strokes in and out of each girl's vagina. As usual I nuzzled against but did not penetrate the virgin three. My excitement built. The last girl I took was my little kisser, and once I was inside her we stared into each other's eyes but did not kiss. I had been teasing myself with the brief forays into the other vaginas, but now I was going to let myself go. I did some extra strokes in her and as my animal passion grew I finally erupted, my final lunge lifting my impaled girl a foot so most of her body came out of the water. As she felt that mighty surge she came too. I twitched a dozen shots into her, one of the most intense orgasms of my life.

I got out of the tub first and invited them out one by one. I dried each lovingly and planted a farewell kiss on each set of labia.

They dressed themselves and then I had them come see me in the bedroom one by one. I whispered to each girl that I wanted her panties, so each held still and smiled or giggled as I reached up under her dress to pull them down. I wanted all twelve pairs.

I sat on a chair at the door leading out to the anteroom for my final goodbyes. I offered each girl a hug, and each returned it eagerly, then each gave me a slow kiss on the lips and thanked me with the innocent, affectionate honesty common in little girls.

The last one was my little kisser, who had a tear in her eye as she gave me one final smile before closing the door behind her.

I returned to my bedroom, tired but very happy. The TV read:

"Sleep as long as you like. Upon an hour's notice Caitlin will escort you to your helicopter."

After I had slept a good long while I gave the requisite notice. The TV came on once again.

"I eagerly look forward to your next story --WellToDo"