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Subject: {ASSM} {ASSM,ASS} MY THREE GIRLS (Mf,Mf, ped, cons)
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Date: Mon, 16 Feb 2004 08:10:03 -0500
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I just sat down and decided to write this.  Everything in it is of
course fictional, and in no way is meant to resemble or recall or
relate in any way to any real persons or events ... furthermore, this
is purely an artistic work of fantasy, though it contains some graphic
and perhaps questionable depictions of sexuality.  If you are under
the age of legality in your where you live (if you're not sure? 
You're too young) or are simply easily offended, please read no
further and have a good day.  If you would like to continue, this is
just a little something I recently wrote, because it popped into my
head.  Oh, right -- also this work is in no way meant to instruct,
endorse, or in any way sanction child abuse of any kind.  Once again,
this is a work of fiction.  Try and any of this at home, and you will
go to jail, and rightfully so.  So if you're just a normal open-minded
adult -- let me know if you think this story should continue.  I
actually already have a whole backstory in mind for how we got up to
this point.  And, be forewarned -- though the story is about three
girls, you really only kinda get to meet two, here.  So, let me know
if you'd like to get to know three.


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MY THREE GIRLS (Mf,Mf,cons,ped)
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	At 5 and a half, Mieng-Tieng was the youngest of the three, and not
coincidentally the smallest.  She was an incorrigible little waif who
was barely over 3" tall, with dark golden skin a mischeivous curiosity
that was proving to be as contagious as it was insatiable.  Her long
black hair still slightly damp, she lay with her small head resting on
my shoulder, the tiny breathes escaping her slightly parted lips
matching my own, which lifted and swelled under her as if she were
weightless -- asleep on a warm soft sea of flesh.
	I slid my hand idly down the skin of her bare back, down over her
undeveloped hip to her elvin ankles.  So small, so perfect.  And so
beautiful.  My little Nikoa ... as she'd already been nick named by
her siblings long before I met them.  They, just as I myself,
apparently were unable to correctly enunciate "Mieng-Tieng", and so
had settled on this purely affectionate name.  Nikoa.  I pressed a
soft kiss onto the warmth of her forehead, and gently held one small
thigh easily within a hand.  In response, she shifted slightly,
murmured softly, and gave the light grip her little hand had on my
cock a small squeeze.  I breathed deeply and stared happily at the
ceiling.
	Laying there, half asleep, rock hard cock in the light little grasp
of sleeping little girl's hand, I was so happy in fact that I think I
went into a trance of some kind.  Or in the least, I was enjoying the
moment so completly that I didn't immediately notice the return of
Nikoa's older sister.  That would be Katie, who was older but by no
means oldest of the three girls, for in fact at just over six she was
not really even a year older than Nikao.  They were in the same grade
at school, and were really about equal in size.
	Maybe 2 or 3 inches taller than Mieng-Tieng, Katie was different from
her younger sister in a number of other ways.  While Nikoa was a
beautiful, roasted bronze or gold, Katie's skin was soft, pink, and
pale.  Her shoulders and face showed a light spattering of freckles,
and she had bright blond hair instead of black.  Their eyes were even
different -- Katie's a lurid blue, Nikoa's a somber brown.  And though
she herself probably couldn't top 3"6' on her best day, Katie seemed
as much she could to have muscle and tone where Nikoa was soft and
supple.
	Fitting then, that I was pulled out of my Zen-like reverie with Nikoa
by Katie's uninhibited jostly on the bed.  She'd managed to get back
into bed facing us, and watched for a moment before, lying on her
stomach, she began swinging her legs enough to get my attention.
	"Hey..." I called sleepily.  I reached down to cup her cute little
face in the palm of my right hand.  "Enough with the jiggling, you. 
Your sister's fallen asleep."
	Ever the fair-minded diplomat at six years old, I could see the
wheels of fairness turn in her little head as she sucked
absent-mindedly on the half-melted popsicle that had been her original
reason for leaving.  Actually, judging from the fact that she was now
topless as well as bottomless (spagetti, earlier), I deduced that this
would be the second or third popsicle, and at least half of one was on
her pajama top somewhere.  She bobbed her head innocently as she
sucked on the popsicle, staring thoughtfully first at my face, then at
her sleeping sister's, then at her sleeping sister's persistent grip
on my rock hard cock, and then off into the distance.
	"Well.  We should wake her up.  There's no school tomorrow.  She
doesn't haveta sleep.
	Not only was this true, but it was about the argument I would expect
from a pigtailed little blond in nothing but soft white undies who was
absolutely wired on sugar way past her bedtime.  I hugged Nikoa
tighter with one arm, and leaned slightly to run my hand down Kate's
bare back with my other.  She giggled slightly, and then rolled her
eyes when I "shushed" her as I began getting up with her sister.
	Mieng-Tieng was obviously awake at this point, or at least as much so
as she could muster.  In the same vein, she was apparently furious at
what she knew was going on -- her being put to sleep while her sister
and I stayed awake.  From sheer sibling rivalry, she was required to
squirm a bit.  But in the end, she was just tuckered out.  Once I'd
laid her down and pulled a blanket over her, she was out light a light
before I ever reached the door of their bedroom.  The soft muffled
sounds of the television in the living room suggested the oldest of
the three girls was awake.  I padded silently back to my room, and
turned to near-close the door, so that I could hear throughout the
apartment.
	When I turned back to my bed I was greated by a sight that nearly
stopped my heart.  Beautiful little golden-haired Katie laying on her
back watching me, one hand holding the last of a popsicle that she
sucked on as if her life depended upon it, the other slid down into
her white cotton panties, clearly sliding up and down on her hairless
little girl clit.  Her legs were wide  apart, and she waved her feet
about with her knees bent, watching me with a calm smile.
	Casually as ever, I stretched out on the bed next to her, and
restrained myself to a light kiss on her soft hair before laying down
and closing my eyes.  She watched me like this only for a second
before kicking me vexedly, more pushing at my side than actually
striking it.
	"Nooooo...."  she whined.  "Don't you go to sleep too.  Shelley won't
play with me and it's not my fault Niko's sleepin.  Stay AWAKE."  This
last part punctuated with a particularly vehement foot-push.
	"I'm AWAKE," I grumbled half-irritably.  They were young, very rarely
did they get tired and less rarely all three tired at once.  Of course
they couldn't appreciate that I actually had a JOB and a LIFE to lead,
besides spending time with them.  Of course really, even driven to
exhaustion I doubt I would ever get too much of those girls.  I loved
each of them from the moment I met them.  And doing all that I could
to foster their growth, as a family and as individuals, seemed the
only reasonable way that I could spend my life.  Just sometimes, late
at night, with a precocious little first grader kicking you as she
fingers herself in your bed ... you kind of question your concept of
"reasonable".
	"It's very late, Katie bear," I said.  "I thought you were supposed
to find something to do to wind down to bed, remember?  That's why you
were in your pj's."
	She sucked the last bit of frozen goodness off the end of her
popsicle stick, and licked her fingers lightly before responding.  She
pointed at me with the stick, and thrust her tiny hips into the air as
she pulled down her little white panties with the other hand.
	"Well.  I'm not wearing my pj's anymore..." she stated ponderingly. 
Though there really was not a given time that they had to be up in the
morning, she was aware that there still a generalized "not too far off
your schedule" rule in effect most times.  The oldest sister was
probably still awake, but the younger was clearly out for the count. 
Katie was prepared to bargain on how much time left awake the middle
sister deserved.
	"That's true honeybunch," I said, turning on my side in the general
approximation of a spoon, pulling her light body closer in to me as I
did.  She squirmed in my embrace a moment as she finished crawling out
of her undies, as turn her body on her side to match mine.  This left
the large head of my still rock-hard cock resting lightly on her
spine.  "But you already started down the pj path, and there's no
turning back.  Besides, it's very very late.  What would you want to
play anyway, that you want to stay awake?"
	I could tell that she still had one little hand resting between her
soft thighs as she sucked softly on the soft wood that once held
sugary flavored icy deliciousness ... the tip of my cock slowly
dribbling precum on her little six year old back.
	"We could play some sex stuff," she said ever so casually.  Even
still, my heart skipped a giant frickin pace when they said stuff like
that.  "How about ... cowgirl fucking?  I know you don't really fit,
but it's fun to just try and sit on your dick."
	I know, I know -- what little girl talks like this?  Well ... one (or
three) with a rather jaded but not completely miserable past.  The
three of them, and now myself, were a family based essentially in
trust and respect ... bizarre as it sounds, certain at such moments as
I always was that the FBI would come leaping out of the wall and the
videotapted/audiorecorded records of all my crimes would be laid out,
perfectly to send me to prison forever and probably scar these girls
far more than any of them had been already.  Or in short -- they
trusted me, and were therefore able to love me.  And they could do so
because I trusted *them* -- so that I could love *them*.
	So yeah, it's weird to hear an angelic little six year old with
bright haloish curls suddenly talk like a stereotypical kiddie-porner
from some bad seventies flick.  But just as I didn't pressure the
girls for details as far as where they'd gotten this stuff (that was
part of what I liked most, really -- when they said they weren't
telling, apparently they meant it), I also didn't try to preach to
them to try and PC-fy it all.  For one, it would be pointless and
hippocritical.  And two -- honestly, I just kinda get a kick out of
hearing that stuff.
	I sighed elaborately in response to her, tho.  After all, I still was
grumpy old "Dad".  I rolled over on my back, and simply lay there. 
Slowly and methodically Katie climbed up on top of me and straddled
me, taking hold of my cock with both small white hands.
	"MMmmm," she moaned, positioning the head of my cock at the base of
her little mound... the head was far too big to simply slide in, but
she rubbed her hips back into me a bit anyway.  Then she whispered
breathelessly, "Help hold me up.  Help me sit on it."
	I knew what she meant, and took a deep breath myself as I prepared
for this.
	"You ready, hon?"
	"Oohh-yyyeaaaah..." she said in a sing-songy drawl.
	With that I took her small hips in my hands -- my thumbs and fingers
actually overlapped in holding her this was -- I tilted her up and
back, taking as much of her weight into my arms as I could, while
still leaving her planted feet room to maneuver or even stand up if
need be.  If the need it arose, it would of course because in all of
this shifting we had remained quite dedicated to leaving my cock
firmly planted at the head of her little girl cunt.  She was now, as
she'd rested, "sitting" on my dick -- or cowgirl fucking, in 70's
kiddy porn terms.
	I wasn't actually penetrating her, of course ... I actually do have a
pretty big cock ... actually only a bit *longer* than normal, but
maybe twice as thick ... well, at least 1 1/2 thick.  Anyway, too
thick to easily fit into a six year old really, even one who might be
amenable to the idea.
	Katie knew all of that, of course ... she just thought it was really,
really fun to *try* to fit me in there.  And really, I wasn't one to
argue with her.  She was so tiny that even holding up most of her
weight with my arms really felt like I was holding nothing.  I saw her
angelic little face above me, eyes lightly closed, tiny teeth biting
her tiny little lip ... and the *pressure* of where I feel the hot,
wet, soft center of her, straining with all it's might to feel me
completely inside.
	We'd been here before, Katie and I.  She was a stubborn little girl. 
And though I generally disliked the idea of bending my dick, I felt
that some fatherly sacrifices might be necessary to fully support my
girls.  Having clearly by now established, *here* is the center of her
opening, *here* is the center of gravity, and *here* is the exact
slippleriest pointestiest part of me ... she took a deep breath, and
forced herself down hard.
	About half of my head slid deeper into her mound, but by and large
her body refused to open so easily.  However, don't let the way I tell
it play it down -- having a beautiful little freckled blond who's
determined that yours will be the first that enters her ... and you
believe her, because you've participated as she's slowly gained
progress ... yeah, it's still kinda cool.
	Especially when all the moaning apparently distracted her ten year
old sister away from the low television, and the largest of the three
girls -- Michelle, towering over the others at almost a full four
feet, really did seem much older somehow than the other two ... or
perhaps wiser.  Though she wasn't much bigger physically than her
absolutely elfin younger sisters, she did seem quite a bit more
mature.  Before I'd shown up, and really even now that I had, Michelle
played the "mother" role within their family.  Thus, the checking up
on the late night moanings.
	She flopped onto her stomach on the bed next to us.
	"Katie-bear?..." she called sweetly.  "What did we talk about?..."
	Katie grunted slightly as she ground her hips down harder once again
forcing so much pressure into sliding me into her tiny little cunt. 
"Um.  When?"  she answered distractedly.
	Michelle sighed patiently.  "When I told you not to just try and
force his dick into you.  Honey we've tried, you're too little, give
it a little while ... you can still play, just do other stuff, okay?"
	Katie obediently popped herself up off the tip of my cock, and
quickly settled on sliding her wet little pussy up and down my shaft. 
She remained straddling me this way, and stared over at her older
sister wonderingly.
	Much like her two younger sisters, Michelle was truly a sight to
behold.  She had small, gentle features set in soft pale skin, framed
with a head of dark curly hair and matching dark eyes.  She had a soft
little pouty mouth, and though her body had not really begun to
develop much, them remnants of what could be called baby fat hung on
her otherwise lean body in a way as to almost give her curves, before
any curves had actually grown.  All of this, and the general
sculpted-marble look of her ten year old flesh, was laid out plainly
to see next to her sister and myself.  Shelley had apparently dumped
the large red tshirt she'd been wearing most of the day, and gazed
back at her sister completely nude, casually laying on her side."

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