AUTHOR	Francis
DATE ADDED	22nd January 2003
AUTHOR EMAIL	fcapillano@hotmail.com
STORY CODES	M/g, pedo, M/F, inc

The girl sat opposite me on my couch. She was nine years old, and pretty as a fresh wild flower. Her brown hair fell gently over her shoulders, framing a round face. Her big blue eyes looked at me over her glass of juice.

"Sit up straight, Ashley," her mother commanded from her seat next to her on the couch.

Mrs. Carpenter was my next-door neighbor. She had moved in two weeks ago with her family. I had casually dropped by to say hello over the last weekend, and had invited her over for a get-to-know-the-neighborhood chat. She was a stunning young woman, in her late 20s. She wore her dark blonde hair back in a ponytail. Her exquisite blue eyes matched her daughter's.

Ashley put down her cup of juice and sat up a little straighter. She was wearing a little blue dress with flowers embroidered across the chest. The garment looked to be a little small for her four-and-a-half foot frame, and the skirt of it rode up her legs as she sat up. I tried not to stare at her, not wanting to scare her, but it was a struggle given her natural beauty.

"It's not easy raising a girl nowadays, Mr. Garber. You have to watch out for all kinds of weirdos and perverts." She reached over and smoothed the skirt over her daughter's legs. Ashley squirmed under her touch.

"Please call me John. Well, Mrs. Carpenter, you certainly don't have to worry about that in our neighborhood. We keep a close track on any sexual offenders and make sure that they don't try to move into our neck of the woods."

"Ah, well. You never can tell, can you? And please, John, call me Liz. Stop fidgeting, Ashley."

I glanced back at the girl. Her bored movements had caused her skirt to ride up around her waist. Her girlish pink panties were exposed, and I couldn't help but examine them. Her coltish legs, tanned, with a bruise over the right knee, were captivating in their innocence. They were bordered at the top by the frilly edge of the pink panties. Now in her fidgeting, she spread her legs, unconsciously displaying the gusset of her underwear. They seemed to mold over her immature little vulva, a faint line down the middle, or was it just my imagination?

"I need to go, Mommy," Ashley said urgently.

"Honey, we just got here. We're not going yet," her mother replied.

"NO, Mommy, I mean I need to go... you know," the girl said, blushing furiously.

"No, I do not know, what do you mean?"

"Pee-pee," the girl whispered faintly.

"What was that? You'll have to speak more clearly."

"I need to go pee-pee, Mommy!"

"Oh! Why didn't you just say so earlier? John, would you be so kind as to show Ashley where the bathroom is?"

"Um... OK. Come with me, Ashley."

Ashley threw her mother a venomous glance, but got up to follow me out of the living room. I led the way down the hall to the restroom, and opened the door for the girl. She ducked past me, still blushing prettily. I watched her go in, my eyes glued to her pert little posterior, and then closed the door. I leaned against the wall, my heart pounding. I had never found myself attracted to little girls before, but something about Ashley awoke a demon inside me. I heard the musical tinkle of urine against water through the thin door.

Before I could regain my composure, Liz appeared at my side.

"Excuse me, John, I just realized I need to use the facilities as well." And without knocking, she opened the door wide.

"MOTHER!!" came the anguished squeal from inside. Ashley was posed on the toilet, her panties around her ankles. The girl was desperately trying to hide herself from my eyes, but I caught a quick glimpse of her little bare slit, glistening with drops of urine.

"Ashley, please hurry up and finish so I can use the toilet also," said the young mother, moving into the restroom but forgetting to close the door. I knew I should leave to resolve the girl's despair, but I just stood outside the doorframe, guiltily observing the scene. Ashley stared at her mother, horribly embarrassed. But it was clear that the woman was not going to relent, so she looked down, and concentrated on her task. In a few seconds, a few dribbles of urine could be heard splashing into the water, and then the rest of her bladder emptied in a steady stream.

With a relieved sigh, the girl jumped up and pulled her panties up her legs. She managed to hide her little vulva from me by turning away, but that only afforded me with a luxurious view of her little round bottom. When she had the panties fully up, she turned to go, but her mother stopped her quickly.

"Ashley Carpenter! Haven't I taught you to wipe yourself before pulling up your panties? Now you've gotten them all wet. We can't have you sitting on Mr. Garber's furniture in wet panties. Off, please!"

Ashley looked wildly back and forth between her mother and myself. Then she reluctantly leaned forward once more and peeled the offending garment off of her legs. By holding on to the sink and lifting one leg, then the other, she was able to pull it over her shoes. Each motion bared more of her pretty vulva to me. It was barely more than two puffy mounds, a dark slit between them. The top of the slit widened slightly, where the little nubbin of her immature clitoris nestled.

She stood back up straight, trying to hold the edges of her skirt over her now bare bottom, and handed the pink underwear to her mother. Liz looked at them, and then turned to me.

"John, would you mind terribly if I asked you to wash these?" She extended the little girl's panties to me. I took them, my hand shaking only slightly.

"Yes, of course."

"Now, Ashley, you go back to the living room and wait for Mr. Garber, OK?"

"But, Mom," Ashley hissed, "he'll be able to see my 'giney!"

"How many times have I told you not to use that word? The correct term for that area is 'pussy.'"

My mind boggled at the woman's words. I waited with bated breath for Ashley's next utterance.

"MOM! He'll be able to see my... pussy." The last word was barely breathed.

"Well, that's what you get for your carelessness. Next time you'll remember to wipe yourself."

"But can't I just go home and get another pair of panties?"

"No, honey, it wouldn't be polite to leave before our visit is done. Now do what I tell you."

With an exasperated sigh, Ashley turned and flounced out of the bathroom, and passed me going back to the living room.

"Kids!" sighed Liz. "You try and teach them the right way to behave, but it's such hard work."

I nodded, just trying to keep my mind working in the midst of these extraordinary circumstances.

"Now, if you'll excuse me?"

I tore myself away from the room, clutching the wet panties. The door closed, and I looked down at the wet scrap of cotton. Without thinking, I lifted it to my face, inhaling the scents carried therein. First, the unmistakable odor of urine, ammoniacal; but underneath a more delicate perfume associated with intimate contact with a little girl's vulva. I couldn't help myself, extending my tongue to sample the taste of the innocent underthing. The salty taste was ambrosial, and I sucked as much out as I could, before taking it to the washer.

I returned to the living room to find Ashley still by herself, sitting in her former seat. She was looking at a book I have on my coffee table about soccer. Her pretty face was deep in concentration, as she read about the sport.

"You like soccer?"

For the first time, her features became animated. She started to chatter about her soccer team, and about how the older girls were all playing, and how she wanted to be like Mia Hamm when she grew up. I sat and watched her, keeping the conversation going with very little effort. I began to wonder where her mother was. Ashley had laid the book aside on the couch, and was leaning forward, her blue eyes shining. I noticed that her skirt was once again up on her waist, and her pre-pubertal mons was on display. I tried not to be too obvious in my observation of that wonder of nature. The activity led to a monstrous erection, which I managed to hide in my loose pants.

Liz returned and sat next to Ashley once again.

"I see you've found a mutual interest," she remarked. "Ashley can talk about soccer all day long. Why don't you go sit on Mr. Garber's lap, and you can look at the book together."

Ashley fairly bounded out of her seat, grabbing the book. She came around the coffee table and I hoisted her onto my lap. She put her legs outside mine, her muscular butt up against my rock-hard cock. The contact nearly sent me spurting all over the insides of my pants. Ashley looked over her shoulder at me, grinning. I put my hands on her waist to steady her, and she turned her attention to the book. I could only assume that she had no idea of what it was that was pressing into her lower back.

We looked at the pictures together, she remarking on the various images, me just trying to hang on to my cool. I slipped my hands onto her bare legs, casually petting them. She wriggled in my lap, sending jolts of erotic energy up and down my shaft. Her activity caused one of my hands to fall between her legs. I felt delicate skin against the side of my index finger, and knew that I was touching her vulva.

I looked over at Liz, and she smiled back at me. She must have known that my finger was between her daughter's legs, but she made no move to intervene. Ashley looked up at me, curious, the sensation perhaps new to her.

"Oh, Mommy! He's touching my - my pussy!"

"Well, I'm sure it was just an accident, honey. Try not to wriggle around so much on his lap."

I drew my finger along her slit, feeling the little lips part. As the pad of my finger passed over her little clit, she sighed contentedly, returning her interest to the book.

"John? You look a little flushed. Can I get you some juice or something?"

I nodded, barely able to speak. I left my finger on top of her vulva, the incredible softness of it making it seem even more innocent. With gentle pressure I was able to seat the finger between her labia. At the base of her slit, I felt a little moisture. The gorgeous creature settled down on my lap, my hand indecently hidden by her dress. I put my face against her hair, and breathed in the scent of her shampoo. My finger rubbed up and down her vulva. I felt her breathing quicken, and she pushed her hips against my seeking digit. Again, the motion of her butt against my erection sent shivers up my spine. Suddenly, her labia parted, and my finger slipped inside of her up to the first knuckle.

"Oh!" she gasped, uncertainly. I froze, wondering if I had gone too far.

"You two are a very pretty picture, I must say," said Liz from behind us. She was leaning over my shoulder, pretending to look at the book with us.

"Uh, Mommy?"

"What is it, Ashley? If you're going to complain again about some sort of accident, I don't know what I'm going to do with you."

"Oh. Oh, nothing, I guess. Ooh!"

My finger had sunk into her another knuckle-length. The tight canal gripped my finger with velvety walls.

"Ashley, now you look a little flushed. Have a drink of this juice." She reached over my shoulder with the overfull glass of juice, but bumped against my arm. The resultant spill of cold fluid splashed over my pants, creating a dark purple stain.

"Oh! How clumsy of me. Please, John, let me wash those for you."

"No, really, Liz, it's OK," I said, ineffectually dabbing at the stain, my finger in Ashley's pussy forgotten.

"No, I insist. Just take them off and I'll get to work on them right now."

I stood up, placing Ashley on the couch, taking my finger out of her. She whimpered slightly as it withdrew. I knew I couldn't take off the pants, due to the large erection tenting out the front. In addition, I wasn't wearing underwear, so I would be half-naked in front of this woman and her daughter.

"Please 3;" I began, but Liz interrupted me.

"Nonsense. Right now."

So I did what I would only have dreamed of doing up to this point in my life. I unzipped my pants and pulled them down over my seven and a half inches of erect penis and stepped out of them. Pretending like nothing was unusual about being monstrously distended in front of my neighbors, I picked them up to give to Liz.

"Mommy!" crowed Ashley, "I can see his thingy!"

"Ashley, please. If you're going to talk about this sort of thing, you simply must use the proper language. That is Mr. Garber's cock, not his 'thingy.'"

"All right, mommy," Ashley said, exasperated. "I can see his cock. And it's so big!"

"Well, what do you expect, young lady? With you prancing around half-naked, it would be a miracle if he weren't big like that."

I leaned forward to hand the pants to Liz, and in doing so, brought my cock right in front of Ashley's young face. The pre-teen beauty looked at it, slack-jawed, presented with a male organ up close for the first time. I couldn't stop myself from bridging the gap from the tip of my prick to the softness of her cheek. Laying the head directly against her face, I finally presented the pants to the little girl's mother.

"Um, Mommy?"

"Stop fidgeting, Ashley. You're making it hard for me to get the pants from Mr. Garber."

The girl froze, and then looked up at me with wide, wonder-filled eyes.

"Hmmm 3;" said Liz. "This stain is pretty bad." Her hand held mine on the pants, keeping me in the awkward position. My cock rubbed across Ashley's face, slipping across her lips. As it did, a drop of pre-cum oozed out of the slit at the end and was deposited on her lower lip. The nine-year old girl instinctively darted her tongue out and collected my pre-cum on the tip of it. She seemed startled to find that it didn't taste as bad as she expected.

Her next move astonished me with her initiative. Glancing up at her mother as if to see if she was aware of the situation (how could she not be?), Ashley swiped her tongue out at my prickhead, making thrilling contact for the first time with a grown man.

"You see?" Liz continued, pulling the pants towards her, her hand still trapping mine. My bloated glans poked at Ashley's mouth again, and the girl gasped. As her mouth opened, I slipped inside, the head lying on top of her tongue inside her mouth.

"Ashley? You be a good girl while I take this to wash it." She patted the child's head, forcing another inch of my cock into the warm receptacle of her mouth. "Oh! You have some juice on your dress, too! We simply have to get that washed as soon as possible. Let me unbutton the back of this."

Ashley jumped back, her mouth releasing my cock.

"Mommy, no! I'll be naked in front of Mr. Garber!"

"Honey, you're just a little girl. He won't mind seeing you naked."

Mind? I was salivating at the idea.

"In any case, he's already seen your pussy, so what's to hide?"

"My boobies," gasped the shocked child.

"Your tits, you mean. You don't have enough to worry about, honey." Her hands were busy at the back of the little blue dress, rapidly undoing the buttons down the back. In an instant, the dress was hanging on the girl's body only by the arms, and the mother pulled it off expertly.

Ashley was naked in front of me. Her chest was undeveloped, but there was a swelling under each nipple. The pink nubbins on top of each swelling was hard, evidence of the child's excitement.

"Now you can sit back on his lap and finish looking at the book."

I stared at the woman. Could she really mean this? Did she really want me to deflower her girl? Because I wasn't going to be able to stop myself if things went on like this. But she turned and left, holding my pants and the dress.

I sat back down, next to Ashley, who looked at me with wide blue eyes. She seemed unsure what to do with herself. Her gaze traveled down to my prick, now rampant.

"OK," she whispered, and climbed up over my lap. I held her around the waist and helped her settle in. By slouching a little forward, I had her sitting on my abdomen, my erection between her legs. I sat up a little so that she slid down against my cock. My hands moved up her torso, and I let my fingers run lightly over her nipples. Although she had no areolas to speak of, her nipples stood out from her soft breast tissue like little pebbles against my fingers. Her young pussy ground against the iron of my cock, and I felt some dampness on my skin.

Involuntarily, her eyes a little glazed, she wriggled on my lap, trying to get more stimulation from my cock. Her breath was coming faster now as she danced against my erection. The head of my cock easily reached up to her navel, and the pre-cum oozing from the slit painted her belly. I continued to fondle her erect nipples, the tiny amount of tit underneath each one adding to the lewdness of the situation. I couldn't believe that this nine-year-old child was getting off by rubbing against my prick. And that her mother had engineered the whole situation. I was harder than I had ever been in my whole life.

Ashley was moaning softly now, as she concentrated on the wonderful feelings overwhelming her young body. Her hands lay passively on her lap, in her innocence not trying to help herself reach orgasm. She started to whimper, her frustration obviously building. I had to see if this little girl could cum, so I reached down and started to massage her clit.

Her reaction was electric, and she bucked on my stomach, the power of the orgasm wracking her. In a second, she lay back against my chest, exhausted. My rampant cock still throbbed between her legs, feeling the spasms of her vulva, and the spreading moisture exuding from her labia.

"Well, I've soaked the dress and the pants," said Liz, returning to the living room. "We'll have to - Ashley! My goodness! What in the name of God is going on in here?"

My heart thudded to a stop. Suddenly, I saw my whole life going up in flames, career lost, an outcast from society, because of my weakness in what was probably a perfectly normal misunderstanding.

"You are so flushed, darling. Are you coming down with something? Here, kneel up on the couch so I can feel your forehead."

Ashley weakly complied, raising up on her knees over my lap. The head of my cock slipped down across her abdomen and stopped, centered in her pussy.

"John, could you just steady her there? That's right, hold on to her hips so she doesn't fall."

I was almost in heaven. The bulbous head of my cock was nosing into Ashley's pre-teen cunt. My pre-cum combined with her natural lubrication created a very slippery entry. I adjusted the girl's hips so that she sank an inch, my distended head pushing inward, stretching the white lips apart.

"Oh!" said Ashley.

"What is it, honey? Do you have a tummy-ache?"

"Oh, Mommy, his cock is in my pussy!"

"Ashley, don't tell stories. If Mr. Garber were to put his cock into your pussy by accident, I'm sure he would be the first to tell us. Nice men like Mr. Garber don't like to fuck little girls like you, no matter how slippery their little pussies might get. Now let me kneel down here to make sure you're OK."

Liz knelt on the carpet between my legs, her face now only a foot away from where my erection was splitting her daughter. She put her hands over mine on Ashley's hips, and pulled downward. Her actions forced the nine-year-old another inch onto my cock.

"Eeeek!" Ashley squealed as she felt new territory opening up inside of her. My cock came to rest against a barrier inside of her: her cherry prevented further ingress. The tightness of her canal gripped the head of my cock like a vise, and it was a mighty struggle not to just let go and squirt her full to overflowing right then and there.

"Ashley honey," Liz breathed, her eyes locked on the conjoined genitals of her child and her grown neighbor, "you just don't seem all that comfortable. Why aren't you sitting down in Mr. Garber's lap?"

"Ohh 3; Mommmmy 3;"

"Here, let me help you."

Liz pushed Ashley up an inch on my cock, and then brought her down with force against my straining cock. With a little pop, I felt myself break through the child's maidenhead, driving inward to become fully seated within her.

"OWWW!!" shouted the girl, then "oooohhhh 3;" as the fullness of my penetration hit the pleasure centers that were designed to overcome the pain.

I couldn't believe how tight she was, or that she had managed to accommodate my full seven-and-a-half inches. I could feel every millimeter of her vaginal walls, and the little hump that was the entrance to her womb against the top of my cock. Little spasms gripped my shaft. I didn't dare move for fear of erupting.

Liz stared at the distended labia of her daughter gripping the base of my cock.

"Ashley, darling, you look a little red down here. Let me rub it to make it feel better."

I felt her fingers dance over our union, then settle down on the girl's clit much as I had only moments earlier. To my astonishment, the child began to buck all over again, pushing up and down all over my erection. In seconds, her orgasm pushed me over the brink, and I pulsed hot streams of cum deep inside of her immature cunt. I felt the flood of sperm boil around my shaft and leak out from the hot sheath.

"Oh, honey, you look so much better now. Give Mr. Garber a kiss for helping you out."

Ashley turned her pretty face up to me, eyes shining from the wonder of a double-orgasm. She demurely pecked me on the lips with her closed mouth.

"Not like that, child. Give him a proper kiss. Now."

I leaned into her and pushed my mouth onto hers, my tongue forcing my way into her mouth. In a second, she responded, her little tongue wrestling with mine. My cock spasmed again inside of her.

"John, we have to go now. Thank you so much for your hospitality. Perhaps you'd like to come over for dinner tonight? Then you can bring back Ashley's dress."

I pulled the naked girl up off of my cock, the labia making an audible pop as they released the invading monster. With a gush, the bottled up remainder of my ejaculate poured down her leg. I set her down on her feet and stood up next to her.

"Liz, I would love to."

"It's settled then. Come over around 5:30. Come on, Ashley, let's walk home."

"But - but, I'm n-naked, m-mommy!"

"Please, child, not this again. Nobody's going to be shocked at a little girl naked outside. You've got to get over this irrational fear."

"B-but, Mommy, his stuff is running down my leg!"

"It's not 'stuff,' Ashley. It's cum, and I'm sure Mr. Garber didn't do it on purpose. All of your flailing against his cock must have made him cum. We'll clean it up when we get home."

And with that, the young mother led her naked daughter, vulva red, white streams of cum running down her thin legs, out into the broad daylight of our normal, strait-laced neighborhood.

* * * *

At 5:30 sharp I rang the doorbell next door. It had been hard to make myself wait that long. After all, how many guys have a gorgeous neighbor who arranges for them to fuck their even more stunning nine-year-old daughter? I had dressed for the occasion in simple cotton pants without underwear. I had no idea what might happen tonight, but I wanted to be prepared for anything.

A man answered the door, handsome, probably also in his late 20s, like his wife.

"Hi. Frank Carpenter. You must be John Garber. Come on in."

I walked in, and handed him the bottle of wine I had brought, along with Ashley's dress, now dry. I could see that the family had not yet moved in completely. Boxes were stacked in the hallway.

"Don't mind the mess, make yourself comfortable in the living room."

As I sat down, a young body launched itself at me. I found my arms suddenly full of a squirming little girl.

"Tammy! Mind your manners!"

I looked at the girl. She smiled up at me.

"Hi, Uncle John!"

Suddenly I realized I had my hand square on her pert little bottom. The child was only wearing a green bikini swimsuit, and the bottom had wedged itself into the crack of her ass. In the palm of my hand was soft warm child-flesh. I quickly pulled away, and she tumbled onto the couch beside me.

"Sorry about that, John. That's our resident socialite. She gets along with everybody immediately."

"No need to apologize, Frank, she's delightful."

And indeed she was. Her blonde hair swung around her face, and her animated green eyes seemed to light up the room. She had a straight nose that was exactly like her sister, but her mouth was, if anything, fuller.

"I'm gonna go swimming. Wanna come?"

I looked up at her father.

"I didn't know there was a pool with this house."

"There isn't. We brought one, you know, an above ground pool."

"Tammy, I'm sorry," I said to the girl, "but I don't have a suit with me."

"That's OK," said the child, "you can just come in without one. Daddy does that all the time."

I turned questioningly. He grinned.

"Yeah, I do that. Since there's a big fence around the yard, people can't see in. And anyway, it's just the kids. If you feel comfortable with it, you can go ahead."

Comfortable? I thought. Hell, I couldn't believe my luck!

Tammy grabbed me by the hand and led me towards the back of the house. Her pale bottom and back were not hidden by her swimsuit in the least. We passed through the kitchen, where Liz was chopping vegetables.

"Oh, hi, John. I see you've met our other one. Be nice to him, Tammy. None of your horsing around in the pool. Ashley's at a friend's house, but she'll be back for dinner."

"Hi, Liz. Don't worry about me. I can handle Tammy fine."

"That's what you think. What would you like to drink?"

"I'll have a gin and tonic, if you have it."

"Sure. I'll get Frank to bring it out in a few minutes."

Tammy tugged at my hand impatiently.

"Come ON, Uncle John!"

I raised an eyebrow at the young mother. She shrugged.

"I can't help how the child behaves sometimes. But she must have really taken a shine to you, because she only calls people Uncle if they're a favorite."

The little girl blushed, the redness spreading down onto her flat chest. She pulled me out to the backyard. The pool was there, about ten feet across, with a wooden frame. Tammy whooped and ran to the ladder, climbing up before flinging herself into the water.

I looked around, slightly embarrassed by the exposure, then shrugged and pulled off my pants and shirt. Now nude, I climbed up the ladder in as dignified a manner as possible before lowering myself into the water. It was surprisingly warm, very comfortable. I sat on a ledge and glanced at the house. Liz was watching from the window, and she smiled at me.

"Oof!" I exclaimed as forty-five pounds of girl slammed into me.

"Can't catch me!" she shrieked, diving away from me. She was a pretty accomplished swimmer for her age. I dove after her, trying to grab her. I found myself clutching various parts of her body in the game, now squeezing her thigh, now holding a miniature buttock. Finally I caught her and, roaring, rose up out of the water before splashing backwards holding her tight to my chest.

She was screaming with laughter as I sat back down on the ledge, holding her on my lap.

"How old are you, Tammy?"

She tried to catch her breath, before pulling the wet hair from her face.

"I'm seven." She sat down on my lap, facing me, her legs on either side of my waist. Her bottom was square on my penis, which was beginning to show signs of life from the contact we'd been enjoying. Her pretty face looked up at me, her eyes shining. I held her around the waist, enjoying the feel of her wet skin.

"Here you go, John," said Frank, coming out of the house with a tall glass in his hand. "Your drink, sir." I took the drink from him, Tammy still sitting on my lap. The man seemed not at all concerned that his young child was sitting in the lap of a naked stranger. My cock began to lengthen, rising up underneath the seven-year-old's bottom, until it stood up against her, hotly pressing against her back.

Frank and I carried on a conversation about the neighborhood. The side of the pool hid my erection from his view. Tammy, however, had become interested in whatever it was that was poking into her back. She turned around in my lap and looked down with curiosity. Her eyes widened, and she let out a little gasp. Then she turned her head over her shoulder and whispered into my ear.

"Your thingie is bigger than my Daddy's."

The first-grader's words burned into my consciousness.

"I've never seen his stand up like that."

I managed somehow to hold up my end of the conversation with Frank. He was clearly unaware that his daughter was examining my cock. Tammy reached down and wrapped her hands around my erection.

"Oh!"

"Something the matter, honey?"

"No, Dad, I just saw a penny on the floor of the pool. I'm gonna go get it."

She got off of my lap and ducked down next to my erection. Her head was hidden from her father's view. She got real close to my cock, and started to feel the length of it. She seemed particularly taken with the head, and the way its softness contrasted with the hardness of the shaft.

Frank had gone to start the grill, and then Liz came out of the house with Ashley. They were both in bathing suits as well. Ashley was wearing a white one-piece that must have been at least a size too small. You could see her little pink nipples through the stretched material, and the crotch kept on slipping into the lips of her vulva. She would put her finger in the leg hole to pull it out, giving me a clear view of her labia. However, it would pull back into the middle of her pussy in seconds.

Liz was wearing an orange slingshot style swimsuit where the front of the suit was merely two long straps covering her nipples before coming together maybe an inch above her vulva. Her magnificent breasts hung out either side of her suit. She went over to kiss her husband, and then she and her older daughter joined me and Tammy in the pool.

I had lost a little of my erection from fear when the young mother had come out of the house. I know she had encouraged me to take advantage of Ashley, but how would she react when she saw Tammy with her hands around my cock?

In fact, she didn't comment on it at all, but sat right next to me as if nothing were unusual. Ashley gave Tammy a look of contempt before swimming on the other side of the pool. I couldn't help but notice that when the water hit her white suit, it became completely transparent. The line of her vulva was very obvious, as was the crack of her ass in the back of the suit.

Meanwhile, Tammy, who had looked disappointed when my cock wilted somewhat in her hand, now grinned as it came back to full erection. She now turned her attention to my balls, weighing each in her hand, before tentatively squeezing them. When I didn't wince in pain, she began to stroke them.

"How do you like our pool, John," asked Liz.

"It's a nice. Um. A nice addition."

"Here. Let me show you something." And before I knew what was happening, she had swung a leg over my lap to face me. With a dexterous finger, she slipped the crotch of her swimsuit aside, and impaled herself fully on my erection. We both gasped as I bottomed out in the depths of her hot pussy.

"Oh! Right. You see, uh, here?" She pointed by my head. There was a control panel there. She started to bob up and down on my prick. Her breasts bounced in front of my eyes. I put my hands on her ass, bare but for the thong of the swimsuit right in the middle of her ass.

"Liz?" called Frank from across the yard. "Everything OK?"

"Of course, honey. I'm just showing our neighbor the works 3; I mean how the pool works."

Between my legs, Tammy was staring at the union of her mother's cunt and her neighbor's prick.

"Cool! Hey, Ashley come look at this!"

Even Ashley couldn't pretend not to be interested, and she swam over to join her sister between my legs. My well-oiled cock pistoned in and out of the young mother's pussy, as I fondled her muscular ass.

"So this, here 3; Ah! I mean this is how you work the jets."

She pushed a button and bubbles started roiling the surface of the pool. I couldn't stop myself from leaning forward and kissing a nipple through the orange spandex.

"And this button here 3; No! I mean this button 3;" and she twitched the material off of her nipple so that the flesh found its way against my tongue. I lavished close attention to the sensitive nubbin, the crinkled skin around it evidence of the woman's passion.

"And if you 3; Ohh! Push in here!" Her hand pushed my hand deep into the cleft of her ass. I found the muscular ring of her anus and pushed in with my finger. I slid in deep, my knuckle flush against her asshole. Ashley gasped at the sight. The two girls' heads were close in, their breath hot against my cock as it slid in and out of their mother's hole.

"Oh, GOD!" yelled Liz as her cunt spasmed around my erection. By sheer force of will, I managed not to spurt deep inside of her.

"What is it, Liz?" Frank said, alarmed. Liz slipped off of me in an agile motion.

"I just realized I forgot the wine!"

"Oh," said Frank, relieved, "you don't have to worry about that. John brought some really fine stuff with him."

"He most certainly did," Liz murmured. Ashley and Tammy stared at my distended cock.

"Tammy, honey, could you get some towels for us?"

The seven-year-old tore her gaze from my organ, before rolling her eyes. She stepped out of the pool and ran to a shed at the side of the yard to get the towels.

"Dinner's ready," yelled Frank, and he put the contents of the grill on a plate, which he took inside.

"Don't you want to kiss Mr. Garber hello, Ashley?"

The girl nodded, still mesmerized by the cock that had now taken her mother as well as her own virginity. She stepped up onto the ledge and leaned into me, her mouth finding mine in a deep kiss. I let her tongue enter my mouth this time, letting her be more of the aggressor.

"No fair! I want to kiss Uncle John, too!"

"All right, all right. There's plenty to go around," I joked, pulling away from Ashley. I stood up, my erection waving in front of me, and carefully descended to the grass. I lifted up the little girl and hugged her to my chest, my mouth finding hers. In an instant, her little tongue had invaded my mouth, and we kissed wetly. My cock poked her in the bottom.

"Mommy," the little girl giggled, "his thingie is poking me in the bottom."

"First off, Tammy, don't call it a 'thingie.' That's not polite. What should we call it, Ashley?"

Ashley said something under her breath.

"What was that, honey?"

"A cock!" Ashley said, red in the face.

"That's right, dear. Now, Tammy, what were you saying?"

"His, um, his cock is poking me in the bottom."

"Don't be silly, honey. Mr. Garber's cock wouldn't be poking you in the ass unless he thought you were sexy, and nice men like Mr. Garber don't think seven-year-olds are sexy. Now let's get dried off and get inside."

"Would you dry me off, Uncle John?" asked the little girl.

I fell to my knees beside the little angel and rubbed the soft towel all over her body. I paid special attention to her bottom and between her legs. The little minx rubbed around over my hand, until I let the towel drop and held her bikini covered mound in my hand. She giggled, and rotated her hips on my fingers. Ashley had already gone inside, and her mother had followed her in.

"Thanks, Uncle John," Tammy said, her eyes shining, and skipped indoors.

I managed somehow to stuff myself back into my pants, and tried to make myself more presentable. When I finally got my cock down, I stepped inside.

"Oh, there you are, John," said Frank. "Come on in to the dining room."

I followed him in, and found the rest of his family already changed and sitting around the table, looking for all the world like a perfectly normal mother and daughters. I was sitting next to Ashley who was now dressed in a cute little pink dress, her brown hair, wet, in a pony tail. Across from me, Tammy was bouncing around in a t-shirt and shorts that looked to be too small for her. Liz sat at the head of the table, on my other side. She was wearing a thin white blouse with buttons down the front. She had left the top three undone, which showed off the pretty swells of her breasts. She had a little pleated grey skirt on as well.

As I sat down, Ashley looked up at me, blushing.

"Ashley, sit up straight at the table, please," Liz said.

The girl looked imploringly at her mother, but Liz was unrelenting. Ashley sighed, and sat up in her chair. As if by magic, the skirt of the dress rose up over her waist, revealing the soft white panties underneath. If the dress was too small, the panties were stretched to their limit. Her pouting vulva spilled out on either side of the material. The blush on her face had deepened to an alarming shade of hot pink. I noticed that Frank could not see any of this display due to the corner of the table and the tablecloth.

Liz leaned forward to pour some wine for me. In doing so, her shirt gaped open, another button seeming to have come undone as if by magic. Her entire breast presented itself to me, capped by the rosy nipple, distended to half-an-inch in length. As she sat back down, I realized that the shirt was going to stay open, but that her husband would not be able to tell how much I could see.

Not to be outdone, Tammy raced around the side of the table.

"Here's your napkin, Uncle John!" And she spread a cloth napkin in my lap, rubbing her hands over my cock, which once again was rising to the occasion.

"That's enough, Tammy," said her father. "Leave our guest alone."

"I hope the stain came out of your pants, John?" Liz asked conversationally.

"Yes, thank you. Your advice came in handy."

"Yes, that technique works marvels. I had a juice stain on this skirt, but as you can see, it came out nicely."

I leaned over to look at the skirt, only to realize that she had undone the button on the side of it. She was not wearing underwear, of course. Her pussy was spread open like a flower in front of my eyes, glistening in the dimmed light of the dining room. Tammy had leaned over from the other side and was gazing at her mother's genitals in admiration as well.

"Yes," I said smoothly, "I can see it came out very beautifully."

Between the display of mature and immature skin around me, I was hard as a rock in my pants once again. I worried that I was in for a long evening if I didn't get some relief soon.

In fact, the dinner went on in exactly the same tone for the next forty-five minutes. Ashley remained quiet, while Tammy talked up a storm. Liz found every opportunity to flaunt herself in front of me without her husband suspecting a thing. Once, when he went to fetch some bread from the kitchen, she opened her shirt completely. Her magnificent tits hung there, buoyant, exposed to the eager eyes of Tammy and myself, and the reluctant eyes of Ashley. When he came back, she was once again demure.

My cock was straining against my loose pants, and I was dying to take it out, but I could see no way of accomplishing this without giving everything away. I did take opportunities to caress Ashley's bare thighs. She made no protest, and the fact that I was touching this nine-year-old girl a few feet from her father made the situation only more intense.

By the end of dinner, Tammy was fairly bouncing off of the walls.

"Mommy, can I go play?"

"Yes, honey. Just come here and give your Mommy a kiss."

The little girl jumped onto her mother's lap and flung her arms around the woman's neck. With a loud, wet smack, she kissed her mother on the lips. I thought that perhaps I detected a quick swipe of the older woman's tongue across the seven-year-old's lips, but I couldn't be certain. I did see Tammy slip her hand inside of her mother's blouse to touch the breast within. Then she climbed down, and stood next to Liz' chair. Her hand casually rested on her mother's leg.

"Uncle John, want to hear a secret?"

Ashley let out an exaggerated sigh next to me.

"OK, honey, what is it?"

"Lean down so I can whisper it in your ear."

Frank gave me a smile, as if to encourage me. Little did he know. I leaned over to the little girl, bringing my ear in close to her mouth. With my head to the side, I could look at Liz' lap, and I saw the child had reached in between her mother's legs.

"I'm touching Mommy's gine-gine!" she whispered breathily in my ear.

I turned so that I could whisper back into her ear.
"Call it a cunt, Tammy dear. That's the proper word to use."

"OK, Uncle John," she whispered, "I'm touching Mommy's cunt."

She brought her hand out, wet from her mother's juices. Tentatively, she sucked one fingertip, and then, delighted, proceeded to lick the remainder off.

"All right, Tammy," said Frank, "run and play, now. Ashley, you can go too."

"And remember girls," Liz shouted after the rapidly retreating children, "it's bath night!"

Frank started to clear the dishes. Liz had somehow managed to reconnect her clothing, and rose from the table to help him. After a second of nursing my wine and forcing my cock to lose its erection yet again, I grabbed the wine and followed them into the kitchen.

Liz was washing up, wearing a pair of yellow gloves. Frank tossed me a dish towel.

"John, would you mind helping Liz? I've got to go check on the kids to make sure they're not up to any mischief."

"No problem, Frank."

So Liz and I washed the dishes. In the process, we managed to get her shirt soaking wet so that her erect nipples were clearly visible, along with the majority of her tits. Likewise, she splashed my trousers.

"Oh, John, I'm so sorry. I seem to be terribly clumsy today. Why don't you come with me and we'll get you a robe of Frank's to change into."

She led me to their bedroom, where she reached into the closet and pulled out a terrycloth robe. Now I'm a pretty tall guy, and Frank was a little shorter than the average man. So when I pulled off my sopping clothes (nude for the third time today in front of my new neighbor) I found that the hem of the robe only reached a few inches down my thigh. In fact, my cock and balls were barely covered by the piece of clothing.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll get into something a little less wet also," Liz said, but before I could even turn away, she had already unbuttoned the blouse and shrugged it off of her shoulders. The cloth gave up its intimate contact with her skin reluctantly, but finally gave way, and I saw her remarkable breasts in their entirety.

They stood proudly off of her chest wall, rounded, without a hint of sag despite having suckled two children. Her nipples protruded at least an inch from the surrounding breast tissue, the dark brown areolas two inches across. Her slender shoulders and flat stomach emphasized the grapefruit sized tits, and made them appear even larger.

Finally, I tore myself away, turning and walking out of Frank and Liz' bedroom, trying to fight down the newly incipient erection that would have simply stuck straight out of the tiny robe I was wearing. Making my way back to the living room, I found Frank and the two girls rough housing on the floor. I didn't dare join in, given my state of undress, so I watched from the doorway, smiling. Frank was a very conscientious father. He never once, as far as I could see, attempt to feel up either of his two pretty daughters. In their turn, they treated him as simply their father. There was no liberties taken like the ones I had witnessed between Tammy and her mother.

"Kids, it's bath time!" shouted Liz from upstairs. Ashley and Tammy extricated themselves from the bear hug Frank had them in, and ran out of the room. I walked into the living room and sat with Frank.

"That robe looks familiar," he grinned.

"Yeah, I kinda got soaked doing the dishes, and Liz was kind enough to loan your robe to me until my pants dried out." I sat down opposite him on a couch. I made no effort to cover myself, interested to see what his reaction would be. As I suspected, he pretended not to notice my nakedness under the robe. It seemed that he didn't want to see, or perhaps simply didn't know how to react. I took my cues from him, and we shared a "normal" conversation about the local sports teams.

"John?" Liz called, about ten minutes later. "Could you give me a hand here?"

"She probably wants you to help her put lotion on the girls," said Frank. "She knows how much I hate getting my hands sticky with the stuff." My heart skipped a beat. Could this man really be as oblivious as he seemed?

I went upstairs again, and found Liz and the girls in the bathroom. Both girls were wrapped in towels, their hair wet and hanging down around their faces.

"Could you take Tammy and put lotion on her? It's hard for me take care of both girls at once, and Frank hates to put the lotion on."

"So he told me. I'd be glad to lend a hand in any way I can. C'mon Tammy."

The seven-year-old was staring at my legs. Ashley nudged her sister.

"Hurry up, little fartbrains. I'm getting cold."

The casual cruelty caused Tammy's face to crumple up, and she started to sniffle, trying to hide it. Ashley sighed theatrically.

"Mother, would you please make her hurry up?"

"Ashley Carpenter, behave yourself. We have a guest here. Now, Tammy, go with Mr. Garber."

Tammy nodded, then held out her arms to me to be picked up. In a second, I had a wet little girl in her fluffy towel wrapped around my middle. She pointed out her room to me, and I carried her in there. The room was done up in yellows and greens, with posters with inexplicable creatures on them. Don't ask me to explain the culture of the American girl. I am completely lost in it. I set her down and she unselfconsciously dropped her towel. Her tiny frame, straight up and down except for the curve of her delectable buttocks, was bare before my eyes. If it weren't for the plump slit between her legs, she could have been a boy with pretty blonde hair. She skipped over to a shelf and got the lotion.

"Here you go, Uncle John."

I squirted some into my hands.

"Make sure it's warm before you go putting that stuff on me, OK?"

I rubbed it together in my hands. Then, approaching her on my knees, I started to rub the lotion into her soft childish skin. It wasn't easy, because she kept squirming and hopping around.

"Hey, that tickles, Mister," she giggled as I wrapped my hands around her waist. Her skinny legs and arms were next to go, and finally I approached her bottom. I got some fresh lotion, and warmed it in my hands. I rubbed it all around her little buns, massaging each one separately.

"Ooh, that kinda feels tingly, Uncle John."

I made sure every inch of skin back there was moisturized, rubbing my fingers through her clean cleft. I felt the crinkles of her little anus as my finger passed over it.

"Hee hee! You touched my poop hole!"

"I like to call it your asshole, cutie-pie."
"Yeah, only why'd you touch me there anyway?"

"Because it's so adorable, little girl. I couldn't help myself."

"You wanna do it again?" And she leaned forward and pulled her butt cheeks apart. Nestled in the middle was her pink hole, winking up at me. I decided to surprise her. I leaned forward and pushed my tongue out at her asshole. As soon as I touched her, she whooped with surprise and jumped away from me.

She turned, laughing hard. Suddenly, her face got very solemn as she saw my erection sticking out from the insufficient robe.

"So why does your, uh, your cock get so big, anyway?"

"It gets big when I get excited, Tammy. Do you remember what I was doing with your mother in the pool?"

"Oh, yeah! That was so awesome!"

"Well, that's what I use my cock for."

"OK," she said, turning away, the subject apparently finished as far as she was concerned. She got a comb and handed it to me. "Could you comb my hair?"

I nodded, and sat on her bed. She knelt between my knees, her back to me, and I began to comb out her long golden hair. I took the opportunity to pull her back into me several times, rubbing my cock across her neck and shoulders. I felt taut and strained, wanting to turn her around and have her suck me, but I wanted to take it easy with the child.

When I had all of the tangles combed out, she turned around on her knees.

"Now you've gotta part it for me," she said, her eyes focused on my immense cock, inches from her face. The tip was oozing lightly, clear pre-cum dripping out of the slit. I tried to keep my mind on my job, but every time I leaned forward, my cock would brush across her tiny cheek.

Liz came into the room. She had a silk kimono on, barely belted around her waist. The top gaped open, showing off her delectable tits. The hem of the robe came just below her pubis.

"Oh, I see you're combing her hair for me too. Thanks, John, I appreciate it."

"No problem, Liz," I said, my cockhead poking at Tammy's lips. Like her sister had done earlier in the day, she stuck out her tongue and licked my erection, rather like a lollipop.

"Tammy, dear? I think you've got something stuck in your teeth," said Liz, kneeling beside her daughter. "Open your mouth, so I can get a better look."

The seven-year-old beauty obeyed, and I slipped into her mouth, the bloated tip of my cock filling up her orifice completely. The young mother put her hand on the back of the girl's head, and leaned in close, as if to inspect her teeth more closely. With a little shove, she pushed the child's head deeper on my prick. By instinct, the girl began to swirl her little tongue around the huge invader, sucking gently as if she were trying to drink from a straw.

With remarkable gentleness, Liz encouraged her daughter to move back and forth on my shaft. Tammy's green eyes looked up at me, trustingly. She was only able to take around three inches of my seven and a half, but even that much was intense beyond belief.

All of a sudden, I felt my balls begin to tighten, and my load shot up my shaft and into the waiting mouth of the little girl. Her eyes widened, but she took the load like a pro, swallowing vigorously. A little trickle escaped from the side of her mouth, making a little trail on her chin. Liz allowed the child to pull back.

"I was right, there was something stuck in there. But it's gone now. Get into your nightclothes, honey, and then come and kiss your father good night."

My member tucked back into my robe, I followed the luscious mother downstairs again. The pair of us looked like two lovers, in our robes of matching length. The parallel could not be clearer. I wondered if Frank would notice at all.

We walked into the living room, where Frank was reading a story to Ashley on the couch. We sat together opposite them, Liz with her legs tucked up under her, leaning into me. I put an arm around her, letting my fingers brush the side of her breast. I let my legs spread, my half erect cock lying on my thigh.

I noticed that Ashley was also in her nightclothes. She was wearing a tiny babydoll nightie, white and sheer, her cute little nipples shining through. Her legs were tucked up under her, like her mother, but I could tell that she had no panties on. Tammy came skipping downstairs, in her little girl pajamas.

"Good night, Daddy!" she sang. He looked up at her, love shining from his eyes.

"Good night, kiddo." He replied. "Hey, what's this on your chin?" My heart skidded to a stop. There was no way he could not recognize the cum running down his little girl's face. The jig was up, and I was headed to jail.

"That's the new lotion I got for the kids, honey," Liz volunteered. "Could you just rub it into her face for me?"

Frank made a moue of disgust, but did his husbandly duty. My heart thrilled to see this upstanding man, good father, excellent husband rub his neighbor's jism into his seven-year-old daughter's face. And I realized something about the man. He was constitutionally incapable of even conceiving that anyone would be doing something sexual with his little girls. Perhaps he was equally incapable of recognizing his wife's role in the matter, or the way in which she was hurling herself at me. I felt a new erection coming on, and did nothing to hide it.

Tammy said good night to everyone and headed back upstairs. Emboldened by the situation, I cupped Liz' breast in my hand, rubbing the nipple brazenly.

"Um, John, what are you doing?" Frank asked.

"I'm just trying to get this stain off of Liz' robe," I replied, calmly. He nodded, a little uncertainly. I took the silk of the kimono in both hands, one inside of the robe, and earnestly scrubbed at it with my fingers.

"Thanks, John, I hadn't noticed that stain there," Liz said, as I pinched her nipple and rolled it in my fingers. Ashley was staring at us.

"Ashley, honey," Liz said, "Come on over her, and let Mr. Garber read you a story."

My erection now stood up out of my robe. Ashley looked at her father, and realized she was going to get no help from him. She took the storybook and came over to the couch her mother and I were sitting on. She climbed up and sat on my lap. My erection obscenely poked up between her legs, and she pushed down against it, rubbing her little slit up and down my pole. Her father watched, beaming, as I read some story I have since completely forgotten.

"Here, let me make the two of you more comfortable," Liz breathed, and she knelt in front of us, hiding us from her husband's view momentarily. She grasped me by the shaft of my cock and positioned me to enter Ashley once again. The nine-year-old moaned delightedly as she felt me push through into her tiny canal once again. She started to bounce on me, her tight walls clinging lubriciously to my shaft. I was fucking this nine-year-old in front of her complicit mother and uncomprehending father. I reached down to our union and began to rub her hard clit, and for the third time in one day, she started to buck out of control. I spurted deep within her again, the sensation almost unbearable. I finished the story, and helped the girl off of my lap.

"Ashley, sweety," Frank said, "you've got some of that lotion on your legs. Let me rub it in for you."

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