First
Prize
by Sterling 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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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"