Chapter 10 - Mf
For the last few days of Erin's summer vacation from school, that became their routine. They would fall into each others arms as soon as she arrived in the morning, and usually spend a couple hours in his bed making each other cum. Then lunch and an afternoon skinny dipping in his pool, then more orgasms back in the
house, or pool house, or patio by the pool, or in the pool, for that matter. John applied sunscreen all over her naked body every day, and Erin learned how to give John the best hand jobs of his life. He taught her exactly how to hold him, rub him, stroke him, and squeeze him exactly
right. One day she made him cum in the pool with her hand, and she giggled watching his white
semen shoot out of the end of his cock and float in the water. She tried to catch it so she could eat it for him. And, she showed him how she masturbated, and he would stroke himself while he watched her and she really liked that.
She liked knowing she excited him like that. Sometimes he would take his phone and make videos of her, either touching herself, or running around naked by the pool, and once he recorded her face when he shot his cum in her mouth, and told her to not swallow and open wide and show the camera. He said it was so he could watch it when was alone and missing her. She liked that, she liked that he thought of her
and missed her when she wasn't with him. And every day she practiced sucking
him. She loved feeling her mouth full of his hard cock and when he shot his cum in her mouth she was almost able to swallow it all now, without spilling any. She enjoyed it almost as much as he did. It made her feel mature, and it made her feel close to him, like she really mattered to this older man. He gave her his approval willingly, she didn't even have to try, it seemed. And John started licking her little butt hole too, sometimes, usually when they were naked in the pool together. One day he lifted her up and bent her over the side of the pool, her legs still in the water, and all of a sudden she felt his face stubble against her butt cheeks and then his tongue licking her butt. She giggled... it tickled... but soon he slid his tongue inside there and it was instant butterflies in her tummy and a wet pussy. She soon learned to love that sensation, too, and sometimes in the evenings when she was masturbating in the shower she would stick a soapy finger inside herself, back there. She was able to slide a finger in THAT hole all the way, unlike with her vagina, which had that sensitive barrier right inside. John said he would explain that to her later, but to be careful with it. She was masturbating in the shower every night now, no matter how many orgasms she would have with John during the day. Her current favorite thing was to close the tub stopper and lie down under the shower stream, letting it rain on her and slowly fill the tub with hot water while she spreads her legs wide and
played with her pussy, and sometimes reaching around under and sliding her finger in her butt at the same time. She learned if the reached up on her tiptoes she could adjust the shower head and make it spray right on her pussy, when she spread her legs.... that sensation along with everything else made THOSE orgasms extra intense, almost as good as the ones from John's tongue when he would hold her down with his hand on her tummy
and make her explode.
And sometimes at night even after her shower orgasm she would lie in bed and touch herself again, thinking about John, or something fun they did that day. She would think about how it felt to have her mouth flooded with his hot, slimy, salty cum, or how he had slid a finger in her butt when he licked her clit on the side of the pool that afternoon and gave her an orgasm, or even how she felt with his arms around her as she cuddled him while he napped, memorizing his face, his scent, her rugged, stubbly older man, and she would bite her hand as she lie in her bed and had a satisfying, gentle orgasm, and afterwards, unthinking, suckling at her fingers, tasting herself.
And she was swallowing his cum every day now, usually twice. He had told her about his sperms which come from his balls and would find a girl's eggs inside her vagina and make a baby, and to her it sounded weird that human girls have eggs like a bird, but she believed him. He told her that her eggs were super small and already inside her, that a girl makes all her eggs before she is even born, but she would not be able to have a baby until she reached "puberty," which didn't usually happen until a girl was about 12. Some girls younger, some girls
older, he said. She didn't think about it too much but assumed someday John's sperm would make a baby with her eggs, since he already gave her so much of his sperm every day anyway. He said it was like a hundred million sperms every time he came... they must be so small! And that was just how things were with her in her head, now, and to her it became her new normal, and she was as blissfully happy as an 8 year old girl could be.
She wasn't keeping track but little 8 year old Erin has having at least 4 orgasms every day during the
week when John would babysit her, but still at least 2 a day on the weekends when either her mom or dad stayed home and they didn't need John, because the bakery was closed on Sundays.
And now it was the last few days of summer vacation, the last weekend, and 3rd grade started on Wednesday. She was at home on her bed Skyping with her two best friends, Chrissy and Samantha. All three girls were laughing and giggling, talking about their school clothes, the teachers to whom they had been assigned, the other kids in their class. They were happy and excited, and then Erin had a thought, "Hey, we should have one last sleep over before school starts!" and the other girls thought that was a fine idea. They discussed details, whose house would they stay at? And they all decided the best idea would be to go to Erin's neighbor's pool all day until her Mom got home, then they could stay
the night at Erin's. Erin thought about that... I won't be able to have orgasms with John if everyone is over... but... if they come after lunch, me and John could still play in the morning....
"Ok!" Ask if you can stay over tomorrow night and I will talk to my Mom and make sure it is ok. Check back here at like 7 o'clock" They both said "Ok!"
and almost at the same time their video windows went black.
Erin ran to the living room where her Mom and Dad were sitting, her Dad asleep on his chair where he had fallen asleep watching golf,
her Mom reading the paper. "Mom, I was just talking to Chrissy and Sam and we thought it would be fun to have a sleep over before school starts, so can they come over tomorrow night and we can go to the pool and then when you come home we can come over here?" They both knew what "the pool" meant, there was no need for elaboration... all her older siblings used his pool, too, before they moved out or went to college.
Erin's Mom glanced at her Dad, asleep. "Well, I bet that would be fun to have your friends over, you haven't seen much of them this summer. It's fine with me, but run next door and make sure it is ok with John, first."
"Ok!" and this was kind of exciting, she didn't usually see him on the weekends, her Mom said she needed to "give him a break" so he wouldn't get sick of her from seeing her all week. She would internally smile at that,
as if, he loves having orgasms with me. She ran to his house barefoot, and rang his doorbell.
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John was feeling a little stressed. He had been ignoring emails from The Circle, and they were getting more
insistent, wanting more progress, more pictures, and more updates about Erin.
He was starting to feel really wrong about his involvement with them, even though they were the ones who enabled his sexual activities with underage girls for the last 7 years. Before he fell in with them the most he'd ever done to
express his desires was to feel up the underage girls he would bust at house parties, in the guise of frisking them for weapons or contraband. Sometimes if no one was around he could rub their pussies while they were facing the walls, legs spread... it was especially fun if they had been wearing skirts, and were already hot and bothered by whatever boyfriend they had been rubbing on. He'd jack off
furiously after work on those days.
But one day he was clearing evidence from a scene... a young girl accused a man of exposing himself to her at a park, there happened to be a patrolman within shouting distance, and all of a sudden that guy's life was over. The cop on the scene found pictures on his phone that the guy had been taking of little
kids on the playground toys, and he seemed high on drugs, as well. He was arrested, a search warrant was issued, his house was searched, and all computer devices seized.
John himself had been on the scene, cataloging hard drives and thumb drives and recordable CD's, not thinking much of it.
Just another day.
After his shift ended the following morning, he was surprised to find the chief of police waiting for him
in the car next to his. In so many words, the chief told him that it would be good for his career if the green thumb drive taken into evidence that day had gotten lost. The chief told him not to worry about the chain of custody issue, it would all be taken care of, and he would be taken care of if he did the chief this favor.
And he did, right then. It was shift change, he knew things were a little
disorganized for the next 15 minutes while the new administrative shift was
getting their coffee and shooting the shit with each other, and he walked in, "Forgot my gym bag," ducked into the storage locker, palmed the
thumb drive, and walked out.
When he got home he sat there looking at it... what was so important about it? He popped it into his computer, opened up his file manager. Some word documents, spreadsheets, and lots of folders full of pictures. He opened a random one called "Carla Shields." clicked on a picture, a black haired girl, maybe 6, naked, legs spread for the camera. The next picture her in a different pose. The next, a different pose, and she was spreading her pussy. He jumped down about 20 pictures down the list, and now she was sucking on the head of a large penis, the man's face well out of frame. He skipped more, the penis deeper in her mouth. He skipped more, Carla with cum all over her chin, looking up into the camera. He knew from her dilated pupils she was on something.
He opened another folder, "Missy Deerfeld." A girl, maybe 9, sucking a different cock. Skip a few, a guy he didn't recognize had his face buried in her pussy. Skipped another 20, and a
close-up of the tip of a cock in a very young looking pussy, one assumes it was
Missy's, stretching it obscenely. He closed the folder... what do I have,
here? He noticed his cock was rock hard in his pants.
He opened one of the spreadsheets, it was a list of names of men, and names of girls beside them in other cells, and dates, all cross referenced, as if different men were meeting different girls at different times, and this is how they kept track. He saw the chief's name on the list, as well as Carla and Missy. He recognized a few others from the area, business leaders, car lot owners, local government.
Money and power, basically.
The next day the chief met him again, and as they shook hands John palmed him the thumb drive. The chief didn't know he'd made a copy. "I knew I could count on you, son, I think you're going to go far."
"I think I know how far I'd like to go, sir."
"Is that right?"
And that was how John got involved in The Circle. The other men accepted his participation in spite of not bringing in a girl because it was useful to have a patrol cop to clean up small messes, which he did once or twice a year, usually some indiscretion when there was a chance one of the men could be reported as having been with one of the girls. Drunk driving seemed to be common. John made sure these things went away, and all it cost these men were to share their nieces, or daughters, with him once or twice a year.
The girls were already getting molested anyway, so their reasoning was that it was quite a small price to
pay for his services. John was given access to young girls from time to time, they would brought to his house, usually half drugged, and then they put on their collars. None of them seemed very
happy. None of them smiled like Erin did. But they would visit with him in his basement for a few hours while their chaperons waited in the next room, and sometimes watched. He would lick their pussies, he enjoyed that, and sometimes they did, too. They would always suck him off, and usually swallow, and he could even fuck some of the older girls. He would end things early if they started to cry, that wasn't his thing at all.
Sometimes when Erin would get home from school... kindergarten and 1st grade... he had just sent a girl home an hour beforehand.
He only was given girls about once a month, but it kept him satisfied.
But there had always been some pressure for John to bring in a girl of his own, and he thought he had, with Erin.
It was his growing feelings for her that were causing him second thoughts about letting The Circle get their claws into her.
He was thinking about their demands when there was a knock on his door.
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"Oh, hi sweetie, this is a nice surp..." but she had already come in and closed the door and rushed into his arms, kissing him. He dropped to his knees and kissed her back, holding her body against him, his troubles forgotten, for now.
She always smells so nice, he thought.
He broke the kiss and looked at her... "so this is a nice surprise."
She looked at him, her eyes unfocused... "What?" she was still a little
dazed from their kiss. "OH. I came over because my mom wanted me to ask if it would be ok for my friends Chrissy and Samantha to come to the pool tomorrow after lunch until my Mom comes home, because we want to have a sleepover at my house tomorrow night before school starts.
Is it ok?"
"Of course it's ok, but I'll miss not being alone with you tomorrow afternoon, though."
She smiled, "Well we will have to have extra fun in the morning then." And how could he disagree with that?
"Yay!" and she hugged him, and he held her, and she wrapped one leg around him and sighed. "I missed you this morning, I played with myself in the shower thinking about you," she said to his neck.
His hands went to her ass... "can you stay for ten minutes?"
"Mmmm, yes," and she grabbed his cock, and then started undoing his pants. "Hurry," she said.
He stood up and they took off their pants, and she giggled as they raced to the couch. He pushed her down on her butt and dove between her spread legs, stroking his cock as he licked her, focusing on her clit... they were rushed and he knew she couldn't resist that. She had a nice little orgasm, recovered for a moment, and said, "Gimme," reaching for his cock, he stood, and he was just the right height for her
mouth and she sucked him in. She was getting better. She wasn't swallowing him whole yet, but he was able to bump the back of her throat now without triggering her gag reflex, he was able to fit almost half his cock into her mouth, now. Erin's cell phone rang, her Mom's ringtone, "We have to hurry" she mumbled around his cock.
He said, "Wait," and pulled out, and started stroking himself in her face.
She watched fascinated. He is stroking himself so fast, way faster than I do
it, she thought. He said, "Open your mouth," and she did, sticking her tongue out, looking up at him, giving him a nice big target. He grunted, then he brought the head of his cock to her
mouth on her tongue, cumming directly into it. Erin swallowed once, twice,
quickly licked and sucked the last of it out of him. Then she popped up, pulled her pants back on, "Thanks! Love you! I'll tell mom it was ok about tomorrow!" and she ran to the door and was gone.
Well that was nice, he thought, staring at the door she'd just left through. He pulled his pants back on...
now what was I doing?