We
had been kissing for a minute in the front seat of my car, leaning
towards each other. Kristen broke the kiss and took a deep breath. Now
I would find what the catch was.
It was the end of our second
date and we were parked outside her apartment. Kristen's profile
pictures on match.com showed a beautiful woman, so I was surprised
she'd answered my inquiry. More surprising was that she was actually as
beautiful as the pictures indicated. She was 5'9", with modest breasts
and hips -- a willowy, dancer's build. She had shoulder-length blond
hair and wide-set blue eyes. She was smart and witty and kind. What was
the catch? Her profile had mentioned a 6-year-old daughter, but I
didn't know much about kids really. It had also said open-mindedness
was required in intimate matters. I couldn't imagine what perversion
would not be terribly erotic with Kristen as partner.
"You know, my daughter Jill and I come as a package," she said.
"Sure,"
I said. I figured if things got serious we'd be doing lots of family
things. She was a MILF, and I'd have to be nice to the first man's
progeny. What else?
"Do you like little kids?"
"Yes."
"Little girls?"
"Definitely."
"Do you like physical affection? Like hugging and snuggling with them?"
"I've never been close enough to a kid to find out, but I like the
idea."
Kristen
sighed. "Well, here's the story. I just moved to town a month ago. Back
in Dallas, I had a neighbor who picked Jill up from school and took
care of her until I got home from work. She was great when I had to
travel for work, too. Jill loved being there. I even felt a little
jealous sometimes because she seemed as eager to see Mrs. Jones when I
dropped her off as she was to see me when I picked her up. That was
Texas. Jill has been a mess ever since we got to Boston. It's come out
that she misses terribly the snuggly, huggy time with Mr. Jones -- I
knew he was there and had seen Jill greet him enthusiastically, but I
hadn't thought much of it. I have good childcare arrangements here, but
naturally enough they don't involve lots of snuggly, huggy time with a
man."
"So you want someone to be snuggly and huggy with your daughter?"
We approached the door to her unit. "You wait here and I'll pay the
sitter."
A couple minutes later the teenager left and I entered.
Jill was a miniature of her mother, just as beautiful.
"Jason, this is my daughter Jill. Jill, this is Jason."
"Hello, Jill, glad to meet you!" I said.
Jill hid behind her mother, then peeked out from behind.
With a friendly smile, she said, "Can I show him my dolls, mommy?"
"Sure, if he wants to see them."
"Sure, I'd love to see your dolls. That would be nice."
I
followed Jill down the hall to her room, and Kristen followed me. Just
after I went through her door, Jill turned. "You stay out there, mommy!"
"Oh, OK!" said Kristen with good humor. "Call me if you need anything."
Jill shut the door, glancing up at me shyly.
"So where are your dolls -- I see one over there," I said, sitting on
the bed.
"Yeah, here's the doll," said Jill without enthusiasm, retrieving it
and handing it to me.
"Very
nice," I said as she stood in front of me. I was waiting for her to
take the next move -- show me another doll or say something about that
one.
"Can you hug me?"
"Sure!" I opened my arms and she hesitantly approached for a hug, her
standing and me sitting.
I squeezed and she squeezed back. It felt comforting and parental.
She started shifting from side to side, rubbing our fronts together.
That was fine with me.
"Does your mommy hug you?"
"Sure!"
When she didn't say any more, I decided to follow up.
"So you like having two people to hug instead of one? One's not enough?"
Jill wriggled from my arms and bounced onto the bed, lying flat on her
back with arms outstretched.
"This way?" she asked.
Sure, I thought. Why not a horizontal hug?
I kicked off my shoes and lay beside her.
She reached out for a hug and there we lay, on our sides, hugging.
Then
I felt her pelvis wriggling, pressing slowly against me, rhythmically.
That was unusual. But I hadn't hugged any young girls before. Was that
just something they all did?
She looked at me and then slid her
hand between our bodies and zoomed straight to my cock in the front of
my pants. It had gotten somewhat hard from her humping motion. Whoa! I
was pretty sure most little girls didn't do that. At least they weren't
supposed to.
"Mommy hugs aren't enough, 'cuz mommy doesn't have
a pee-niss." She confirmed by palpating the front of my trousers that I
did indeed have one, and it was getting stiffer all the time.
"Um, that's true, I guess, isn't it," I said.
"You want to see my panties?" asked the little girl in a whisper. "Mr.
Jones liked to see my panties."
"Um, I'm not sure if that's such a good idea..."
"Oh," said Jill and got quiet. "Why not?"
"I don't think your mommy would like that."
Jill leapt off the bed and opened her bedroom door.
"Mommy!"
"Yes, dear?" I heard Kristen answer from the other room.
"Is it OK if Jason looks at my panties?"
"Oh, um, sure, if that's what you want him to do."
Whoa!
"Yes,
mommy," said Jill, shutting the door and skipping the two steps over to
the bed. With a great flourish she lifted her dress to show off her
panties, then wiggled her hips. "You like them?"
I nodded enthusiastically as I smiled at the silky white cloth between
her legs.
"Oh,
goody! You wanna see inside? Look quick!" Sliding her finger inside the
leg hole, she quickly snapped the crotch panel to the side, giving me a
brief look at her private little girl lips.
"Now can I see inside yours?" she asked.
Huggy and snuggly, eh? But I decided to follow her mother's approach.
"Is that what you really want?"
"Yes, dummy, or why would I have said it!" she said, with good-natured
exasperation.
I ditched my trousers. My hard cock was straining up through the
waistband of my shorts, and with a shrug I ditched them too.
"Goody!" giggled Jill. "It's big and hard. That's because you like me?"
"Um, yeah," I said. "I guess." I'd been hoping to do this stuff with
Kristen, but she said Jill was part of the package.
"Mr. Jones said his got big because he thought I was sexy. You think
I'm sexy?"
"Oh, well, I guess I must."
"I wanna be all naked with you!"
"OK..." I said.
We finished stripping quickly.
"Oooo, I've missed this so much!"
"You have? Hmmmm."
"I've got a secret..." she whispered. "I've got a hole up here!" she
said, pointing between her legs. "Did you know that?"
"Um, yeah, I figured you did, but I didn't think you'd think about it
much."
"I
think about it all the time! My mommy says it's called my 'vagina', but
you know what Mr. Jones called it? Bet you can't guess."
"Um, 'kitty'?"
"Nope."
"Um, 'pussy'?"
"'Pussy'? That's funny. Nope."
I
didn't want to corrupt this little girl's mind with every naughty word
for a vagina that I knew. "I give up. Maybe you'd better just tell me."
She leaned in to whisper in my ear. "My 'cunt', he called it my 'cunt'!
Can you believe it?"
"Did he? What a naughty word!"
"Can you call it that too?"
"Um, sure," I said.
She waited expectantly.
"What do you want me to say, 'Hi, cunt.'?"
Jill giggled, then wiggled her private parts. "Say, 'Can I stick my
thingie up your cunt?'"
Whoa. This was very hot talk. "Jill, it would never fit!" I said. "And
that's very naughty!"
"Will too fit! And I like it naughty -- it's fun! Say it!"
"Say it?"
"Yeah, ask me if you can, you know, do it."
"Can I stick my thingie up your cunt, Jill?"
"Yes! Yes, yes, yes! I've missed it so much." The girl lay back.
"Um, you're serious?"
"Yeah, but -- Could you, um, lick my peepee parts first? Mr. Jones
didn't mind."
I gulped. "Hold on." I opened the door and stuck just my head out into
the corridor.
"Kristen?"
"Yes? How's it going?"
"Did you really mean that we should do anything she wanted?"
"Um, sure, anything."
"Anything?"
"I want him to stick it up my vagina!" yelled Jill from over my
shoulder.
Kristen gave a little giggle. "Oh, sure, if that's what she wants."
I
shut the door. A gorgeous naked 6-year-old lay on her back, legs spread
wide to display her pussy. She wanted me to lick her out -- and her
mother backed her up. My cock twitched.
I'd never touched a
young girl before, and never thought about it much, but it was pretty
exciting. I nuzzled my head between her legs and began licking her
pussy lips. I opened them with my fingers and took a peek. Everything
was young, small and fresh. But there were all the same parts as on a
grown woman. I can't ever fully understand what it's like to have a
clit and have someone lick it, but I did know how to make women happy.
Young Jill's parts seemed to give her pleasure the same ways. I licked
all around her vaginal opening and her tiny special button.
"Oooo, that's so good! Oooo, ooooo..."
I was thrilled to be having such a positive effect on my date's little
girl in such an intimate way.
"Wait,
mmmm, aaahhhh, OOOOOHHHHHH!" she moaned in under a minute, then went
limp, lying there panting. I scaled back my tongue work to the
occasional, gentle lick. After a minute, she said, "That was a good
feeling -- you lick better than Mr. Jones!"
"Great!" I said, not sure how I had ended up in bed with my date's
daughter. My cock was twitching with excitement.
"Now can you stick it up into me? And wiggle it back and forth? That
makes it feel even better."
I
was desperate with excitement. I lowered myself on the gorgeous little
flat-chested blond, my hard prick tip heading right up between her
wide-spread legs.
"You want me to stick it in?" I asked, still not quite believing what
she was asking.
"Yeah! That's what I want!" she said. "Poke it in my private place, my
cunty wunty."
All
systems were go. I nestled my cock tip against her girly folds. I
pressed, and her vaginal walls spread wide -- amazingly wide -- to
allow me entry. There was no obstruction, and she was wet, hot and
slick. I began a gentle in-and-out motion, a fuck scaled back to
6-year-old pussy size, I figured.
"Can you do it faster and deeper?" she asked. "Please?"
I picked up the pace.
"Oooo, that feels so good! Do you like it too?"
I nodded.
"Goody! Mr. Jones got so happy he peed out this big mess of goop up
inside me. Are you going to do that?"
"If it's OK with you," I said, humping away vigorously.
"He said he couldn't get all happy without making a mess. Was he lying
to me?"
"No, no, he wasn't," I said, my pleasure building.
"First I thought it was gross, 'til it happened, then I liked it."
"Unnnnh," I managed, gutturally.
"It feels so, so good. I'm going to have another good feeling too," the
girl said, eying me passionately.
"OK!"
I said. I was driving in and out of the cunt of a 6-year-old. She
wanted me to shove my cock in and out of her pussy fast and hard and
make a mess up her pussy. Her vaginal tube received me and gripped me
and caressed me with lusty welcome. Her cunt begged for cum like the
hottest young woman's body in its most frantic effort to get pregnant.
My fucking got faster and deeper, my cock swelling.
"Oh yeah," said my little girl. "Do it to me! Fantastic!"
"Oh... Jill!" I gasped as my orgasmic ecstasy began, my male workings
surging gobs of cum up into the little one's innards.
"Oh, eeek! Ooooo! Wooohooo!" she shrieked.
I kept hammering away until my cock began getting limp. Spent and
satisfied, I slid out of young Jill and onto my back.
She
turned to snuggle against me. "Oh, thank you, Jason. Thank you, thank
you, thank you!" She reached down between her legs and came up with a
finger covered with cream. "And you did! You made a big mess, just like
Mr. Jones."
I was in an unbelievable situation from several
perspectives. My gorgeous date had invited me to sexually satisfy her
equally gorgeous young girl. The young girl's lust was apparent and I
had found I had a strong attraction to her child's body.
I could
have gotten up to rejoin Kristen right away, but I treasured the
feeling of this little girl beside me, trusting and affectionate.
Within
minutes the little angel was asleep, and I gently extricated myself
from her embrace and got up. There was enough light for me to get
dressed. I made do with briefs and trousers, leaving my top bare.
Kristen
was reading a magazine in the living room and got up as soon as she
heard the door open. She had changed into a pink negligee.
"How is she?" she asked anxiously, hurrying past to check on her girl.
I followed her in.
"Jill?" she asked quietly.
The girl didn't wake up right away, but did when her mother shook her
shoulder.
"Hi, mommy," she said. "I'm so happy. It feels so good. Is that man
still here?"
"Jason?" she said, and looked over her shoulder.
"Yeah, Jason!" she said. "Can you come over another day and do it to me
again?"
"Um," I said. "I guess your mom and I have to talk about that."
"Can
he, mommy? That's what I needed, mommy. That's all I needed. A nice man
to lick my nasty parts and then stick his thingy up in me. I promise
I'll be good now if I can get it more."
She promptly spread her legs wide.
"See, he made a big gooey mess. It's so nice!"
Kristen
stared, licked her lips, and swallowed. She turned to me and said
quietly, "Can... can you do that to me now?" The mommy wanted her turn!
I nodded vigorously.
Jill said, "You want it too? Can I watch?"
"You want to watch?" asked Kristen, surprised.
"Yeah!" said the girl with excitement.
"You mind if... she watches?"
I shook my head. What an exciting thought.
"Oh, goody!!" she shivered. "A man who can give my daughter what she
wants -- they're so hard to find."
"A pedophile..." I said softly.
"My darling, wonderful pedophile!" she said.
"What's a pedophile?" asked Jill.
"A pedophile is a wonderful man who can hump his penis into an eager
little girl like you."
"I love pedophiles!" said Jill.
"Do you mind... doing me from the rear?"
"No!"
She
knelt on her daughter's bed and hitched her negligee up around her
waist, confirming that she had no panties on underneath. Facing away
from me, she went all the way down onto her chest, accentuating her
horny rear end that was mine for the taking.
I lost my trousers and briefs again.
"It got hard again, mommy!" said Jill.
I gently opened Kristen's vaginal lips. She was engorged and very wet.
"Wow," I said.
"I got so hot listening to the two of you..." she said.
I lined my cock tip up with Kristen's sopping sex and plunged in.
"Aaaahh!" she said. "Come quick, OK? I can't wait..."
I
took her words at face value. Although I'd made one big mess up her
daughter's pussy less than an hour before, it took me maybe 30 seconds
before I made another one inside her mother, giving an excited roar.
Jill giggled.
I felt Kristen moan and shudder.
"You had a good feeling too, mommy!"
Kristen
just nodded. Then she gestured, and within a few moments I was lying in
the center, with mother snuggled against one side and daughter against
the other.
"Yeah," said Kristen. "A nice man to stick his thingy
in me. That's what I've needed too. Like mother, like daughter, I
guess..."
Jill sat up briefly. "Can you move in? And like marry mom?" Her eyes
were bright.
I thought a moment, then looked at Kristen.
"Can you?" she asked.
It was crazy to make a decision like that, but I said, "Yes!"
"And fuck both of us?" added Kristen.
"Yes," I said.
"And can I have your babies?" she asked.
"Um, sure!"
"Jill, honey, let me scoop between your legs, OK? I want more of
Jason's stuff. You got the first shots."
"Why do you want it, mommy?"
"To
make a baby sister for you. I think I'm fertile today," she said. She
reached across me to stick her fingers into her daughter's pussy and
retrieve sperm, dragging her hand across me before shoving it up inside
herself.
Jill said, "You're hard again, can you stick it in me again? From the
hiney side, like with mom?"
"Sure, Jill," I said, lust rising.
Male
and female bodies dance well together, from all different angles,
speed, pressure, duration. The owner of the rod and the owner of the
tube share the desire to fit them together, and each adjusts what it
can control. Jill was just as good at the game as a grown woman. Her
hot little butt stuck up in the air, eagerly receiving my stiff cock
right inside the tube where it belonged. Jill shrieked her pleasure and
I shouted mine, both sets of genitals pulsing rhythmically. More curds
of sperm spat from my tip.
Kristen's
belly started swelling right on cue. Meanwhile I kept grunting and
humping into her pussy and her daughter's pussy a couple times a day
each, while they took me up the pussy with lustful joy.
Little
Wendy was a bundle of joy. But Jill got obsessed with the idea of my
doing it to her too, so she wouldn't be left out. My cock didn't fit in
her pussy, but I could splat the stuff onto her little lips and Jill
could rub it all around. Other times I could shoot it into her mouth
and the little one swallowed it happily. Milk from mommy and milk from
daddy both.