My friend Bill retired as soon as he received full vesture after 20 years with a major corporation and moved from the city to a small, comfortable rural town where he continues to provide consultant services for his old corporation and does quite well by that. He purchased a city block in the rural town upon which is a renovated lovely old two-story house which dates back to the turn of the 19th century. On the property are a number of out buildings, barns and so on, including a now unused two-story stone well house with a cistern on top which sits well away from the main house. He converted the second floor of the well house into a nice guest room, and that's where I stay when he has other company staying in the main house.

Laurie, the daughter of my old friends Bill and Anne, grew up to marry Dave, a successful and self-made millionaire 15 years her senior, whose international services company kept him out or country at least 50% of the time. Some six months after their marriage, Laurie delivered Elle, Bill and Anne's granddaughter.

Their son Pat married later: at 35 he married 25-year old Jayne, a gorgeous girl with a body suitable for a Playboy centerfold, and the two of them built a new home on the same property next to Bill's old main house. Pat and Jayne have remained childless so Elle is now the center of the family.

One of the first things Laurie and Dave did was build a very nice weekend home near Bill and Anne which they use frequently. In addition, they own a beach house in Key West and a 600-acre ranch not far from my place where I've permanently retired. I see after the ranch for them.

Dave's parents are both dead, and Anne died of cancer when Elle was two, leaving Bill as Elle's sole grandparent although I am considered her "other" grandfather. Laurie often travels with Dave, and when she does Bill is usually the babysitter. When he is away on his consulting business, I handle the babysitting chores.


One evening when Elle was 4, Bill and I were sitting in his semi-dark den watching a kid movie, laid back in his leather recliners with little Elle curled in my lap, already in her pajamas. Elle sucked on her thumb as she watched the movie, something her mother would have stopped had she been there, and as she quietened down focusing on the movie, her hand went down inside her pajama bottoms to run herself. I pulled an afghan from the back of the chair to cover us, whispering in Elle's ear, "Don't let grandpa see you do that," covering her hand inside the pajama bottoms to indicate what I meant. "He thinks you're being naughty so don't let him see, okay?"

The thumb momentarily came out for her to whisper back, "Okay."

Elle was doing what all 4-year olds, boys and girls alike, naturally do when they're trying to unwind and relax: she was masturbating herself. And when they do, parents step in to stop them. "Don't do that. It's naughty." But the drive to masturbate for relaxation comes naturally and so children learn to hide it from their parents. They don't stop doing it; they just learn how to hide it from their parents. For me parent's silly attitude is a good thing because it helps me in bonding with kids. We both know that masturbating is a natural thing to do.


A longtime friend of mine is a child psychologist, a lady with whom I have enjoyed countless hours of discussions about children. My friend, who grew up in the same era as I, is a really smart lady, degrees from Harvard and so on, who has worked diligently throughout her career to stay abreast of her field, her success in doing so being reflected in the fact that rarely is there a major symposium or conference for which she is not one of the featured speakers.

I appreciate her for her openness and honesty, and in turn, she appreciates the deep affection I have for kids, knowing full well that I fall victim, as all men do, to the sexual allure of sexy little vixen. In almost every regard, I have always been most open with her, sharing even details of my fetish with nylon panties (she said I am the only man she knows who, when he says he wants in her panties, means he wants to wear them). As to my actual activities with little girls throughout my adult years, I have chosen not to discuss them, not so much out of concern for her judging me as that it might put her in an awkward position which could impact our friendship. She would not be overly distressed, I know, because from long years of knowing me she knows full well I am incapable of harming a child.

We agree in almost all areas of childhood development, but one area in which we hit a snag involved just what we're talking about here, children masturbating. This came to light when my friend encountered a four-year old patient who masturbated continuously. In the waiting room, the little girl humped the arms of chairs, if the mother picked her up she would hump her mother's leg, if she put her down she would hump the leg of any man sitting in the room, and if forced to sit flat in a chair she would stick her hand in her panties and finger herself.

In psychology this is called an impulse control disorder with sexual focus, and it's not really all that uncommon in children. It scares the hell out of parents, having a child running around humping everything she can find, so they bring the kid into a child psychologist like my friend who basically tells the parents to hang in there, the child will outgrow it in a few years.

The disagreement I had with my friend was the cause of the sexually focused impulse control disorder. She attributes it to permissive parents who don't control their children when they first start to masturbate. That makes me want to whack my good friend upside the head.

Her rationale comes from the patients she has encountered. Mine comes from years and years of playing sex with kids, but it's difficult to make my case without discussing my experiences with little girls, something I'm not comfortable doing, so I'm left with psychological arguments, her side of the table.

The most common cause of impulse control disorder in children is ADHD, something most of us have witnessed, but that is the extreme end of a child's inability to control impulsive behavior. Impulsive reaction to high tension situations or extreme frustration comes in all shapes and sizes. Some lash out, verbally or physically; others suck their thumbs or chew their fingernails. But some react sexually: boys pull on their peckers while girls rub on their pussies. It's a programmed response to episodes of high tension and extreme frustration which has nothing at all to do with masturbation patterns or play sex.

That was my argument to her, and she did admit it had merit. My advice to her was to avoid being sidetracked by the sexual focus and try treating all impulse control children for ADHD to see if it helps. She has done that and admits that it works much better, but she still insists that controlling early masturbation is the proper course of action. All I can say is she is just wrong about that.


Back to the story of little Elle nestled comfortably in my arms, quietly sucking her thumb and masturbating as she watched her movie, an afghan spread over us shielding her activities from her grandfather.

With my arm encircling her I could feel her breathing getting heavier, so again I laid my hand over hers inside her pajama bottoms and whispered in her ear, "Do you want me to do it for you?"

A moment passed and then she whispered back, "Uh-huh," pulling her hand from the pajama bottoms. She spread her knees wider to make room as I slipped my hand down inside where my fingertips found her little slit warm and wet, her little clit swollen. I used saliva on my fingers to improve the massage of her clit, and Elle made a little pleasurable "Mmm," sound of appreciation as she nestled deeper into my arms and opened more for me. I could tell it was feeling good to her when she worked her hand inside my pants to hold my cock. I thought the scene was classic: little Elle transfixed on her movie, sucking her thumb on one hand as the other squeezed my hardening cock while my hand worked inside her pajama bottoms.

In moments I felt her body flush hot and could hear her breathing hard through her mouth, eyes still trained on her movie as her body spread more open with the pleasurable feel. She was "tingling" in a child's orgasm. "Does it feel good?" I whispered, and she whispered back, "Yeah." "Just let me know when you've had enough, okay?" I whispered, and she whispered back, "Okay."

For the next few minutes, little sounds of pleasure came from her throat and her body began trembling more and more. Finally, she reached down to cover my hand, signaling she needed for me to stop.

"Tell me when you're ready to go to bed," I whispered. After a few moments, she said, "I'm ready," and I carried her into my bed. Elle always slept with me when I was in town.


The next morning I awoke to find Elle under the covers, her little fingers examining my half-swollen cock. I pulled her up to lie on my chest, saying good morning as I gave her a gentle kiss on the lips. "Do you feel good this morning, honey?" I asked. She giggled, vigorously shaking her head yes as she wrapped her arms around my neck. Her body stretched down mine and she squirmed her hips to position so she could feel my cock on her upper legs.

"You're in the mood to play this morning, aren't you?" I laughed, sliding my hands inside her pajama bottoms to clench her firm, round little butt cheeks. Laughing, Elle shook her head a vigorous yes. Elle was sound asleep by the time I carried her to bed the previous night, and had slept soundly through the entire night. "Well, let's go pee first and brush the sleepiness out of our mouths," I laughed. At 4, Elle loved watching me pee.

Back in bed, I laid naked on my back as Elle stood to strip for me. Elle is an exhibitionist just like her mother and did her best to make the stripping erotic before standing before me naked, legs apart and hands on hips, wanting me to look her over really good like exhibitionists do. "Come here, you little whore," I said with a laugh as I held my arms up to her.

Elle laughed as she fell into my arms, stretching her little body down over mine as she wrapped her arms around my neck and grinned down at me. "I'm not a whore," she laughed teasingly.

"No, but you want to be, don't you?" I laughed, running my hands down the length of her body. Also like her mother, Elle has always been small for her age and at 4 I could reach all the way down to her calves. "You're the naughtiest little girl I ever met," I said, teasing back with her. "You love getting naked for every man you see, don't you?" That was true. Beginning at age 3 when Elle began thinking of things sexual, it was hard to keep clothes on her. At 4 she knew that her parents wouldn't allow her to be naked in front of strangers so she would wait until they weren't around to prance naked before people. She adored the attention she got as people stared at her. She was her mother's daughter.

Elle was laughing as I teased with her. "I'm just a little girl," she said, trying to look seductive. "I don't know any better."

"You do, too," I laughed. "You like showing your pussy off, don't you? You like making big old grownup men's cocks hard, don't you?"

She laughed as she tried to look demure. "I can't help it if grownups think I'm sexy," she said, blinking her eyes innocently.


At 4, Elle had already had experiences with a man, a friend of Dave's who would pick her up and fondle her. Elle was proud of that, running to hop into the man's arms the next time so he could carry her off somewhere private again.

It's pretty easy to tell when a kid is simply flirting and acting sexy as a game from someone like Elle who is actively seeking play sex. As you're standing around talking at a social event and pick a little kid like Elle up on to your arm, lay your hand on her leg and let your fingertips gently stroke higher and higher up her inner thigh. She won't say anything, but you can tell by her expression whether she likes it or wants you to stop. That's how you get started. As Dave's friend, the man was almost expected to pick Elle up, and once he had her up on his arm, he checked her reaction to his fingertips moving up her thigh.

In Elle's case, she giggled and pulled his arm up higher, closing her legs to keep the man's hand on her. With that it was a simple matter to carry her around some corner so he could make sure she liked it. "Do you like when I tickle you here?" he asked, letting his fingertips reach up the inner thigh under her dress until they were just brushing her panties.

"Uh-huh," she laughed, pulling at his arm encouragingly so she could feel the fingertips in her crotch.

Laughing with her, he leaned in to whisper in her ear. "Are you a naughty girl?"

Elle cupped her hands around the man's ear secretively to whisper, "Yeah!" and burst into naughty giggles.

"I thought so," the man laughed. "Do you want to show me your bedroom?"

"Yeah, it's upstairs," Elle said enthusiastically. "I have my own bathroom."

"Do you?" he asked, heading up the stairs.

Inside the bathroom with the door locked, he stood Elle on the lavatory. "Let me look at you," he said, bringing his hand up between her legs as another hand went up under the back of her dress to squeeze her butt cheeks through the panties. Elle laughed as she held his shoulders for balance.

"You're not going to tell on me, are you?" he asked, laughing with her as his fingertips gently touched her panty crotch. (This is a mistake, something no one should ever say to a kid, but I'm telling the story as I heard it from Elle.)

"No, I won't tell," Elle laughed, squirming her hips impatiently. She was ready for more. "This is fun."

"What if I touch here?" he asked, pushing his hand up over her tummy underneath the panties. "Do you like that?"

"Yeah," she giggled, eyes sparkling with excitement. "This is fun," she said, stepping her legs a little wider in anticipation.

"How about if I touch here?" he asked, pressing his fingers up under her pussy mound.

Elle laughed. "You can take my panties off if you want to," she offered, and held her skirt up so she could watch the man take down her panties. Stepping out of the panties, she looked at the man's face staring at her naked little pussy. "Do you like it?" she asked.

"I love it," he answered, reaching to feel inside the little slit coming up from below.

"Show me yours, okay?" she asked. This was what she had been looking forward to.

The man laughed, undoing his pants. Elle gave a little squeal as the already throbbing cock came into view. "Can I play with it?" she asked.

"You sure can, honey," he laughed, lowering her down from the vanity.


Dave also had two teenaged sons from a previous marriage who lived with their mother, along with the usual every other weekend privileges with the boys. Elle seduced them early on, and would spend the weekends watching them spew their cum all over her. She felt like she controlled the boys and loved what she could make them do with their skinny little cocks.


I laughed when she said that she couldn't help if men thought she was sexy. "You're the one who thinks you are sexy," I said, tweaking her nose with my finger.

With a faux hurt look in her eyes, she pouted, "You don't think I'm sexy?"

Again I laughed. "I think you're a whore in the making," I said, and when you get big enough," pressing a hand down between her legs to push my fingers into her crotch, "I'm going to stick my cock in this hot pussy of yours."

"You are?" Elle laughed. "You promise?"

"I promise," I laughed, bringing her head down to stick my tongue in her hot, sweet little mouth. A few minutes later and I was pumping my cock up into the same sweet little mouth.


Laurie knew what I was doing with her daughter. She loved to joke about it whenever she came to pick Elle up from my place. "What have you been doing with my little girl, Uncle Jimmy?" she would ask. That was our running joke as Elle grew up.

Laurie's friend Nancy had two daughters, a stunningly gorgeous girl name Bella who was a year older than Elle and a younger daughter from a different father than Bella named Juliette who was three years younger. Laurie managed to hand me both of Nancy's kids on a silver platter when Bella was only 4, and I had both whenever I wanted them until I got too old to play anymore.

Her friend Jenny had only one daughter whom I call Long Tall Kennedy because of her size, and she is one month older than Elle. Kennedy was the next kid Laurie managed to hand over to me.

Since then, Laurie has managed to give me every one of Elle's friends, a total of six more before I called it quits. It breaks Laurie's heart that I haven't played with Elle's current best friend, Gabriella. "She's so hot," Laurie begs me, "how can you not stick your cock in a sweet little cunt like hers?"

Laurie's sole requirement for giving me all the kids is that I tell her about what went on in great detail. Hearing about it makes her hot. I tried and tried to get Laurie to take a kid to bed with her, either her own daughter Elle or someone like the gorgeously hot Bella, but she refuses. She's a voyeur, so I tried to get her to hide and watch, but she refuses to do that as well.

That's difficult for me to understand, but Laurie must sense an impropriety about it. Perhaps she's afraid for her reputation. A reason that strikes me as likely is that she knows herself too well, and should she allow herself to get started she'll lose control and won't be able to stop herself. I'm not sure how right or wrong any of these suppositions are, but one thing I am sure of is her absolute and nondebateable refusal. There is also no debate that the sexy little girls make her hot. There was one of Laurie's girl trip weekends when Elle was 5 that I kept her along with Nancy and Jenny's kids for five days and nights. The morning Laurie came to pick them up, she sent the kids out to play so I could tell her in detail what all I had done with the kids as we stood in my kitchen.

I remember that morning very well because it was the first time I saw Laurie really lose it. She was dressed in a pair of short little gray cotton shorts with a tight sleeveless tank top, a casual outfit that looked very nice but certainly didn't fail to show off her body, something Laurie always enjoyed doing.

"Tell about Bella first," she said. Laurie and I both had the hots for Bella, and I don't know how anyone wouldn't. She's the kind of kid who stops you dead in your tracks when you see her walking down the street. She's drop-dead gorgeous, but more than that she has a look about her. I fully expect Bella to make millions of dollars when she grows up as a high-fashion model or movie actress.

Kids emulate their role models in their play, and for most girls their primary role model is their mother. Bella's mother is Nancy, an extremely attractive lady who radiates sexuality. She's a flirt, a prick-tease, a come-on artist who loves the power she has over men. When Nancy talks to a man, her body language screams, "Take me. You can do anything you want to me." She portrays a nymphomaniac, and that isn't far off. She married her first husband when she got pregnant with Bella, but he divorced her when she didn't stop fucking other men. She married her second husband when she got pregnant with Juliette, but the same thing. She wouldn't stop spreading her legs. She's single now, and intends to stay that way. I've heard her joke that she knows herself too well to marry one man again.

And that is Bella's primary role model. Bella is a sweet, loving girl, but she has her mother's look about her. When you call her to you, she gets a submissive, seductive look on her face as she approaches, and she willingly yields to anything you do with her. When Bella was 6, as she was this time I'm describing, I believe a complete stranger could call Bella to him and do anything he wanted to her. That's the way she was, and I suppose still is.

So Laurie said, "Tell me about Bella first," and as I described how Bella gave herself to me, how she did her utmost to pleasure and please me, Laurie's eyes got hotter and hotter as she almost continuously muttered, "Oh my God, oh my God." I could see her knees getting weak as she leaned back against the kitchen counter, using her hands and then elbows to hold herself up.

Her body was flushed and trembling when she closed her eyes, urging me to "Keep going, keep going," as she pushed her hand down inside her shorts and began masturbating hard and fast. In moments her back arched back over the counter as she went into hard orgasm, shaking and trembling. Her knees were buckling and I ran to grab her to keep her from sliding to the floor. Her free hand clenched into my shoulder and she tried to look at me but her eyes kept rolling up shut, her mouth hanging open with groaning noises that almost sounded painful.

I helped her to a kitchen stool when she finished and got her a glass of water. When she began recovering her breath, she managed, "Oh my God, that was a big one." I had to laugh. "It was more than just a big one," I told her. "It was huge!" She tried to laugh but didn't have enough breath yet.

I went out to check on the kids, and when I got back she wanted me to continue telling her. Her butt was propped on the kitchen stool this time, and when she started losing it again I picked up her weak trembling body enough to pull down her shorts and panties. She liked letting me watch which only made her hotter. Watching her masturbate her clean little smoothly shaven bald pussy had me pulling down my pants and when she saw my throbbing cock she reached for it, crying, "Stick it in me, stick it in me," and when I lifted her up so I could ram it inside, Laurie went into an almost convulsive orgasm. This time when she finished, I had to carry her into my bedroom to lay her on the bed.

I let Laurie sleep for an hour or so before I woke her and started telling her more about what I did with the kids. It was amazing to watch. I sat on the bed watching her as I talked and I could see her going back into heat again. This time I stripped her naked so I could fondle her breasts as I talked and she masturbated. As before, the more I talked, the hotter she got. As I was describing fucking her daughter's mouth, she said, "Show me. Fuck me in the mouth like you do Elle."

"Like I did you when you were her age?" I asked, and she moaned, "Oh yes, yes, yes. Do it to me."

That happened when Elle was 5, and it's happened dozens of times since. I learned that all I have to do to melt Laurie into a hot quivering mass is to start whispering in her ear about the things I do with the kids. It's like I have total power over her.


There has never been anyone who wanted to fuck more than Elle wanted to fuck. But as luck would have it, Elle is a slow developer and I couldn't get her open enough until she was nearly 9. Meanwhile she had to endure watching Bella fuck; she was the first, and then Kennedy next. That was sour milk for Elle to take, and she stayed mad at me for over a year over it, blaming me for not being able to get her open.

Of course she wasn't mad at me constantly, mostly only when she had to endure watching her friends bouncing joyfully on my cock. It was a momentous day the day I finally had her open enough to stick.

She and her friends, the Peterson twins, went to camp (still do, actually) at a girls' camp not too far away from me. Laurie was to pick the kids up from camp to take them home, but in her usual manner she said she couldn't make it until the following day and asked me to pick them up and keep them overnight. This is the game she played with other kids' mothers, the way she handed me Elle's friends.

The Peterson twins are a year older than Elle, but she got to show off what a big girl she was by carefully explaining to the twins everything that was happening as I licked and finger-fucked her to orgasm and then stretched on her hymen.

She moved out of the way for me to go to work on the first twin, and wouldn't you know it? She opened right up and I was able to roll her on top of me and pop the head inside. I let her have fun bouncing up and down on the cock some, and then laid her sister down to work on her. Same thing. She opened up and I was able to pop the head in and let her have fun bouncing on the cock.

Elle was really in the dumper when I laid her back down for her second go. I really worked hard on her, though, and this time with a little extra effort I was able to stick it in. Elle looked like the weight of the world had been lifted from her as she joyfully bounced away on the cock, and I let her have the first load of cum. When she felt the cum squirting into her, she squealed with joy.

Elle was floating on Cloud 9, and when Laurie came to pick the girls up the next day, she watched Elle a minute and said to me, "You finally got the kid fucked, didn't you, Uncle Jimmy?" Everybody was a happy camper.


Elle reminds me so much of her mother that it's hard to describe. Every trait she has was the same as her mother, even the small for her age thing. Both are voyeurs, both are exhibitionists, and both are highly sexed.

Elle is into pairs gymnastics, and actually very good at it. This is a competition in which two girls perform. Elle's partner Julie was 15 when she was 9. Julie is the strong partner who lifts and throws lightweight little Elle around, all choreographed and graceful, of course. It's a fun event to watch if you've never seen kids' pairs gymnastics.

Elle had the hots for Julie. The two of them have their hands all over each other's body constantly, and Elle developed a deep lust for Julie, but could not get the girl interested. In preparing for a major competition, Elle, with the help of Laurie, talked Julie and her parents into letting the girls come here, away from distractions, so they could spend an intense week of practice.

When they got here, it was like Julie never knew what hit her. First, Elle showed a very timid, very reserved Julie how she could fuck, and then wanted Julie to try it. Poor Julie didn't want to and tried to resist but Elle kept pulling on her, pushing on her, getting her closer and closer to the bed.

I stayed on the bed as she did, using the logic that Julie was bigger and could get away if she really wanted to. But once Elle had her standing next to the bed, I went ahead and took Julie's hand to pull her on down on to the bed. Elle of course came close behind to help me hold Julie down on her back as I got my hand inside her shorts to begin masturbating her.

Julie was crying, saying, "I don't want to, don't make me," as I masturbated, and Elle was on top in her ear telling her that it was okay, that she was going to like it, and that she needed to relax.

When you're stimulating someone, boy or girl, there is nothing they can do to keep from getting hot, no matter how hard they try not to. The more Julie twisted and struggled, the better I was able to work in her pussy, and in no time I could feel the slippery wetness seeping in as it got hotter. I could feel the clit swelling as my thumb rubbed over it, and Julie stopped struggling, lying flat on her back with her chest heaving higher and higher. "Take her shorts off," I told Elle, and then leaning down to whisper in Julie's ear things like, "Let it feel good, honey. There's nothing you can do so relax and let your pussy feel good, okay? You have a sweet pussy. It loves you and wants to make you feel good. Let your pussy do what it wants to do, okay? You can feel it. You know your pussy loves you, don't you? Let it make you feel good."

Julie was looking straight up at the ceiling as I talked, but she didn't struggle as Elle worked off her shorts and then panties. "Just relax," I whispered to Julie as Elle worked her way up between Julie's legs. "Elle knows how to make it feel really good." Julie's eyes few wide, a look of shock on her face as she felt Elle's tongue enter her pussy. She gasped as she felt Elle's finger plunge up into her. She gasped again as Elle rammed two fingers up into her. "She's fucking you with her fingers," I whispered to Julie. "She's licking over your clit. Doesn't her tongue feel good? It feels so sexy."

Julie still stared straight up but her chest was heaving as she gasped in air through an open mouth. Below I saw a leg wrapped over Elle. "She's fucking you," I whispered in Julie's ear. "It feels so good. Wrap your legs around her. Pull her closer. Make it feel better and better." In a moment I saw Julie's other leg wrap Elle and tighten around her. "Good girl," I whispered. Julie was gasping hard now, her body flushing and trembling. "You're going to orgasm, Julie," I said, pushing my hand up under her top and sports bra to fondle and tug on her nipple. "Can you feel it? Can you feel your orgasm rising up higher and higher?" Julie was whimpering now, her eyes squeezed shut with little animal sounds coming from her throat. "It's going to feel so good. It's going to feel so fucking good."

Suddenly Julie's eyes flew wide open and her back began arching up. "Oh God!" she gasped, and then the orgasm seized her and she gave a muffled scream as the spasm began tearing through her body. "Let it go!" I encouraged. "Let it all go, baby!" She fell and then rose up again, shaking and quivering. With another muffled scream, she began bouncing and squealing up and down and over the bed. Elle stayed with her until she was screaming, "Stop! Please stop!" before finally letting her sink down exhausted on to the bed.

I moved down to check out her pussy as Elle went up to strip off her top and sports bra. It only took a couple of squeezes with my thumb inside her to open her up enough, and I laid back down and rolled Julie on top, fitted my cock to her, and shoved her down on it.

As we lay resting, Elle kissed over Julie's face as she felt over her naked body, telling her all the time what a great orgasm she had. As Julie's breath came back, I clenched her butt cheeks to move her up and down on the cock. "Can you feel my cock inside?" I asked. "I'm fucking you."

I let the words sink in as I continued moving her up and down on the cock. "Now sit up so you can see it," I said, reaching down to pull up her knees. Elle helped her push herself up into a sitting position so she could look down at her crotch. She didn't have much in the way of pubic hair yet, and what she did have I was happy to see was neatly trimmed and shaved into a strip.

My hands on her hips lifted her up so she could see the shaft disappearing up into her. Julie's face looked shocked as she lifted it to look first at me and then at Elle. "Wow," she said softly, and Elle broke out laughing.

"You're doing it!" Elle said, still laughing. "See? I told you it was easy."

I gave Julie her first fucking so she could experience the sensation of cum shooting up inside her, and then I ate her to give her another good orgasm. It takes practice to learn how to orgasm well, and my fingers were much bigger than Elle's and I could use her g-spot to polish her off.

That first afternoon we orgasmed Julie a half dozen times or more leaving her too weak to get out of bed for dinner. The next morning we went to work on her again, and in no time we had converted a sweet, innocent little girl into as big a slut as Elle (that's a joke - Elle is no slut). I practically removed myself from the scene to let Julie and Elle fuck each other.


Elle is a good kid who happens to be highly sexed, nothing wrong with that, and I'm confident she's on her way to becoming a fine young woman. There is nothing wrong with having fun with sex.

Elle was the last kid for me to have a relationship with before I decided I was too old to play with kids anymore. That's fitting in its way. She is the third generation of her family I played sex with as little girls, first Anne, then Laurie, and last Elle. It's amazing how much alike all three of them were as girls. And that doesn't count Anne's little sister Linda and her daughter Larissa. I would say that I've been pretty heavily involved in that family.

My relationship with all of them is as strong as ever. We keep up with each other and enjoy one another's company. Elle has yet to hit puberty, but in my absence she is now fucking her stepbrothers who are doing much better than I ever did at keeping her sexually satisfied.

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