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The following is a work of fiction.  It should not be taken
as a guide to behavior in the real world.  The people, places
and events exist only in the mind of the Author.  This is a
work of pornographic fiction, it should not be read by those
who are under the legal age to do so in the jurisdiction where
you live.  It may, or may not, contain matter illegal to read
where you live.  Please know and obey the laws of your own
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Please, enjoy the story. 


Story codes: MF+g ped con? slow

WARNING: This story contains graphic descriptions of sex with
minors.  Read at your own risk.


======================{ The Gypsy Queen }=======================
                      {   Part 2 Cathy  }

   Friday afternoon early rush hour was frustrating.  I was on my
way to Pam's house at a crawl.  We barely seemed to move.  I'd
never been this direction at quitting time before and didn't know
the traffic would be this bad.  It didn't help when the radio
started playing the Eagle's 'Desperado'.  Glenn Frey crooning the
story of my life when I'm stuck in traffic wasn't pleasant.
After my visits since Saturday, I would have been in a hurry to
see them even if sex had not been offered.  I had had a lesson in
how good being part of a family could be.  Sunday we'd had a
picnic and hiked in a large park system.  Pam and I had walked
arm in arm.  The girls had competed for my attention all day.
True, one of the ways they competed was in making naughty
displays.  Darla had gone so far as to drop her shorts and pee on
the trail.  I ended the day with Cathy and Darla asleep against
me and Ann trying to stay awake by telling me of her exploits in
a softball league.  Tuesday and Wednesday we'd played in the
yard.  The girls acquired individual identities in my eyes.  It
was clear that they liked me, and it was clear that they expected
and welcomed me in a sexual role.  How much pressure Pam put on
them to achieve that, I could not know.  I turned onto Pam's
street ten minutes later than we'd counted on, and we'd factored
in traffic.

   From a block away I saw Cathy playing with a kiddie basketball
set.  Pam was bent over in the yard.  From three driveways away I
peeped the horn.  Cathy started jumping, clapping, and grinning.
Pam stood and smiled.  God, it felt good to be wanted.  Cathy was
hanging on to the window and chattering before I had the truck out
of gear.  I tweaked her nose and told her to let me out.  She
wrapped her arms tightly about my waist in a full body hug.  Pam
hugged me from the side.  I hugged Pam back and stroked Cathy's
head.  The neighbors now knew Pam had a caller, what they'd think
in the morning remained to be seen.

   From the region of my naval came the word "Stinky".  I work in
a hardware warehouse.  I was covered in sweat and grime.  I'd
offered to stop at home for a shower and change, but Pam told me
to come straight from work.  "You need a bath!  It's already run,"
said the voice at my belly.

   Cathy fetched my bag, struggling to carry it, and we went into
the house.  Cathy tottered up the stairs.  Pam said, "I hope the
bath is still warm enough."

   Cathy came back down the stairs at a pace to give grownups a
heart attack.  She grabbed my hand and tugged.  "The bathroom's
this way."  She'd forgotten I'd used the bathroom on my prior
visits.  She tugged again and I moved at a pace to let her think
she was dragging me.  Of course she knew it was a game.  "Come
on!  It won't hurt you, really."  I kept up the illusion that she
was dragging me all the way to the door.  I stopped.  Cathy
tugged and tugged.  Then she ran around and pushed my butt hard.
I let her do that a couple times and stepped in.

   "Get in, Stinky!" she said.

   "Like this?"  I stepped toward the tub.

   "You have to take off your clothes, silly."  I stood with one
booted foot in the air.  "Oh, come here.  I'll do it for you."  I
put my foot down.  She pushed my T-shirt up as high as she could
reach.  "Bend down, silly.  I'm not that tall."  I bent and she
tugged and pulled until the shirt came off.  She held it out and
pinched her nose.  Then she attacked the pants.  She had them
down to my calves, underwear and all, before she figured out she
couldn't get them over the boots.  She fumbled at the laces.
"Lift your foot," she said.  I held on to the sink while she
jerked at one boot.  It finally came free, sending her tumbling.
She did the other and removed my pants, with much effort.  I
stood in all my glory.

   I flexed my pecs.  Cathy giggled.  I flexed them one at a
time.  More giggling.  I made Sparky bob.  Her jaw dropped, then
she gave a sly grin.  She reached out and pinched the head.  It
bobbed on its own.

   "Get in the tub and stop being silly," she said.  I looked
over at Pam, standing in the door.  She had her camera.  I had
seen the flash several times.  I was committed.  If she chose to
blackmail me she had the pics to do it.  I stepped into the tub.
The water was still hot.  I shuddered to think what it would
have been like if I'd been on time.  I sat down in the water,
enjoying the feel as my grime soaked off.  "You have to wash.  Use
soap."  She splashed my head.  I ducked it under and came back
up.  Water spattered her top.  She looked down and said, "It's
all wet now!"

   "Give it here," said Pam.  "I'll put it in the dryer."  Cathy
removed her top and handed it to her mom.  The shorts were wet
too, including a spot on her crotch.  "Give me those too," said
her mom.

   Cathy picked up the soap and began to wash me.  She had to
lean far over the tub to do it.  She rubbed hard!  When she was
leaning across me I tugged on her elbow.  She fell in.

   "You still have clothes on, that's a no-no," I said.

   Cathy grinned and said, "You take them off, you got them wet."
I peeled the cotton panties down a few inches.  Cathy grabbed
them.  We played tug-of-war with them for a moment, then she let
go.  I held the panties out at arm's length and held my nose,
echoing her gesture earlier.  Then I wrung them and tossed them
in the sink.  Cathy clapped.  Then she reached down and rubbed
her crotch.

   "May I do that?" I asked.  Cathy nodded.  I rubbed for perhaps
forty seconds.

   "That's enough," she said.

   "It feels better if you keep rubbing," I said, then I leaned
forward and kissed the top of her mound.  I let her be and she
stood lost in thought for a short time.

   "We have to get you clean," she said.  She fished under me for
the soap.  She began applying it in seeming random and washing.
She giggled as she did my butt crack.  She finished off with my
cock.  She lingered over it for about a minute, then she stopped.
That seemed to be what she considered the proper limit.  She put
the soap in the dish.  I grabbed it and a nail brush to get my
hands cleaner.

   We used the same towel to dry off.  I wrapped her in it.  She
lead me to the family room across the hall.  We nested on the
couch.

   "Does it really feel better if you keep rubbing?" she asked.
"Daddy always stopped.  I always stop after it starts to feel
good."

   "Yes, it feels better the longer you rub."

   "Does it work on boys too?"

   "Yes," I said.  "Would you like to try?"

   Cathy looked thoughtful, then nodded.  She opened the towel
and put her hand on her crotch.  She kneaded it, staying at the
top over the clitoral hood.  She rubbed and kneaded for her usual
time, hesitated, and restarted.  She grinned after a few moments.

   "See, it feels better already," I said.  "Try wetting your
finger and rubbing with it."

   She did.  She grinned again.  "That feels cool!"  She put her
finger back in her mouth and brought it out dripping.  She
fingered the hood.  She drew a sharp breath, then smiled.

   "Can I try?" I asked.  She nodded.  I wet my finger and
stroked it through her crack from bottom to top.  She gasped and
grinned.  I did it again and again.

   "That's fun!  Can I try it on you?"  I nodded.  She licked her
hand and grasped me.  She knew how to pump it.  She applied more
spit to her hand and kept going.

   "We could rub them together.  Would you like to try?" I said.

   "Ok.  How do we do that?"

   I pushed Sparky against her crack and worked it up and down
the slit.  She smiled and sat still for a moment.  "Wait, we have
to get it wet!" she said.  She leaned forward and put my cock in
her mouth.  She swished the saliva around.  That felt
incredible!  She pulled it out, a big string of drool trailing
off.  "Now try it."  I worked the head against her again.  She
closed her eyes and concentrated.  She was soon breathing hard.

   "There is another way we could try," I said.

   She said, "Ok," so had her lay on my belly like a frog.  I told
her to push her crotch against my cock.  I used my hand to hold
it in place and stroke myself.

   "This is what mommy does!" she exclaimed.

   "It's like what mommy does, do you like it?"  She grinned and
nodded.  She bounced energetically on my belly.  I could feel her
shift her hips, trying out the different feelings available.  She
was breathing fast and hard.  I could feel a huge orgasm coming
on for me.  Suddenly I went over the edge.  Cum pent up through
days of stimulation started spewing out.  As I ran dry, I looked
up.  There was Pam with her camera to her eye.  Her free hand was
in her panties, moving.  Cathy was still humping.  I rolled her
over, off my flagging cock, and used my cum slick hand on her
pussy.  She came after only a few strokes.  Her face scrunched up
and her belly jumped.  It didn't last long before she went limp,
gasping for breath.  I kissed her forehead and told her she was
alright.

   "My God!  That was great!  I got the whole thing in pictures,"
said Pam.  She was still rubbing her crotch.  "Let her taste the
cum," she added.  I scooped a dollop from Cathy's slit and
painted it on her lips.  "Lick it, honey.  It's real good for
you," Pam said.  Pam sat down and look like she had her own
orgasm just then.

   Cathy sat up.  "Was that the good feeling?  Wow!  I never felt
anything like that before."  She bounced on her toes.  "Can we do
that again, later?"  She looked thoughtful and said, "Ick, we got
all messy.  We'll have to wash again."  I was still recovering.

***

   We trooped to the bathroom and washed.  Pam brought Cathy's
play set, now dry, in.  I went and got clothes from my bag.  We
went to the yard and played for a while.  Pam suggested pizza.
Cathy and I agreed.

   We went inside to wait for delivery.  Cathy said, "I liked
what we did before.  Can you do it again?  I feel like rubbing
myself now."

   I asked, "Did you like it when I kissed you down there?  I can
do that."

   "It felt good.  Daddy did that sometimes too.  Can you make
the good feeling happen that way?"

   "I think so," I said.

   I sniffed at the crotch of her pants.  She giggled and called
me a bad dog.  I growled and snapped my teeth.  I sniffed again,
digging my nose in.  I pried one leg hole open and licked at her
mound.  She called me a bad, bad doggy.  I bit down on the fabric
and started to drag her pants down.  She squirmed and screamed
playfully.  Using my teeth for show and hands to do the work, I
got her pants down and licked the top of her mound.  I growled
again and lightly raked my teeth over it.  She squirmed some more
and called me a bad, bad, bad doggy.  I pried her legs open and
licked the whole pussy.  Cathy giggled.  I popped my head up and
panted, then dipped it and licked again.  She pushed playfully at
my head.  I licked in earnest then.  I pushed her mound open and
dug my tongue into the crack.  I took a short break to look
inside her inner lips.  As you might expect in a girl who
masturbated daily, her hymen was torn in several places.  I
licked it for a while, then moved up.  Cathy had given up on
playing and was breathing hard.  I planted a kiss on her little
clit, which made her jump.  I let go of her lips and licked the
mound again, digging my tongue in from time to time.  She'd
started grunting and squeaking.  I went in for the final attack,
circling the clit with the tip of my tongue.  I pushed the tip of
my tongue between her inner lips as she started to cum, enjoying
the feel of her spasms.  I gave her mound a couple gentle kisses
as she started to come down.

   "Am I still a bad doggy?"

   "A very bad, bad doggy!" said Cathy, grinning.

   I looked over at Pam.  She had her dress pulled up and her
panties down.  She looked to be recovering from an orgasm herself.
The camera was on the end table forgotten.

   The doorbell rang and I got up to claim dinner, licking my
lips clean as I went.

***

   After supper, Pam popped a chick flick into the player.  I
didn't find it interesting.  Cathy did, for a while.  Then her
face to on a blank look and she sat quietly.  Finally, Pam
noticed that we weren't paying attention to the movie.

   "Cathy, did you like it when he licked you?"

   "Oh, yes!  That was fun!"

   "You should return the favor, don't you think so?"

   "Ok."

   Cathy crawled between my legs and ran her hands over the bulge
at my crotch.  I started getting hard.  She fumbled with the
fastenings of my shorts.

   "Doggy want his pee-pee licked?  Poor doggy can't bend far
enough.  Aaaw, too bad."  Cathy laughed at her joke.  She
struggled to lower my pants.  I closed my legs around her to
show that she was in the way of removing them.  She got the idea.

   Pants removed, she resumed her place.  She bent and licked
from balls to head.  "Is that better, doggy?"  In preparation for
the girls, I'd shaved my balls.  Cathy fondled the clean sack,
then bent and licked it repeatedly.  "Is that right mommy?"

   "You're doing fine honey.  Just treat it like a Popsicle," came
the reply.

   Pam pointed out the magic spot behind the balls and Cathy
licked it, giggling.  I thought that was the end of me, but I
held on for more.  Cathy moved up to the shaft and did treat it
exactly like a Popsicle.  I could take no more.

   "I'm going to cum, warn her so she understands," I said.

   "Get it in your mouth, honey.  It's going to make cream," is
what Pam said.

   I spewed my load in Cathy's mouth.  Because I'd cum earlier
there wasn't much, but I thought I'd never stop pumping.  When I
did go limp Pam said, "Open your mouth and let me see."  Cathy
opened wide and stuck her tongue out.  Pam photographed the mouth
webbed with strings of cum and tongue with foamy drool dripping
from it.  "Wonderful!  Swallow it down."  Pam leaned in and
licked the drool off Cathy's chin.  We both told Cathy what a
good little girl she was.  Pam started the movie going and we
snuggled together.

***

   Soon Cathy was nodding off and trying to force herself to stay
awake.  "My, it's way past her bedtime.  Let's all sleep in my
bed tonight.  Carry her and follow me," Pam said.  We went
upstairs.  I thought Pam would try to get in one last bit of
sport, but we all got ready for the night and went to bed.  Cathy
was asleep before we had settled in our places.  It might be past
an eight year old child's bedtime, but it was early for grownups.
Pam and I talked.

   "This is going well, better than I thought it would," said
Pam.  "I was a little worried about Cathy letting you bring her
to orgasm.  She gets set in her routine and doesn't like it
changed.  And I wasn't sure she'd eat cum at all."

   "I thought Cathy was your adventurous one."

   "Oh no.  That would be Ann.  How she's lived to see ten, I
don't know.  Cathy is my introvert.  If you weren't so good at
befriending kids, she'd never have looked at you.  You caught her
just the right way at just the right time.  You've brought her
along fine too.  This is the best time I've had in years."

   "Are you really enjoying just watching?  I'd think you'd want
relief after getting stirred up."

   "Don't worry about me.  I'm enjoying watching and imagining
all the ways we can have fun in the future.  I've been the most
active player for so long.  Once you've spent the first weekend
with each girl, I'll want a more active role.  You'll be working
hard keeping us all happy," Pam said.

   We laid quietly after that and drifted off to sleep.

***

   I woke early.  Pam and Cathy were still asleep.  I looked them
over.  Cathy looked so innocent and vulnerable.  My mind couldn't
connect her with the things we'd done the night before.  Her long
brown hair fanned out wildly on the bed.  Her belly button stuck
out, begging to be tickled.  Pam looked innocent too.  She looked
younger than her years.  I could not see her as the manipulator
of people she had to be to arrange sex with children and men.
She looked like a schoolgirl looking forward to her first date.
I knew it was a trick of slack muscles and soft pre-dawn light.
I got up and went to the bathroom.  When I returned, Pam was
sitting up and Cathy was stirring.

   "Good morning," said Pam, stretching.  She stood and walked to
the bathroom.

   Cathy's face was still slack as she sat up.  "Are you
alright?" I asked her.  She nodded.  She stretched and scratched
for a minute.

   "Could you rub me?  I always rub myself in the morning," she
said.  Pam returned just then.

   "You could rub yourself against him," Pam said.

   Cathy seemed to like that idea.  She wanted to do the 'frog
thing' again.  By the time she was in place, she was awake and
animated.  This time she came first.

   We all washed and dressed.


***

   After breakfast we walked down to the nearest park.  Cathy
found a few friends and got into a game that included much
running around and shoving.  Then they repaired to the jungle
gym.  She kept hollering for me to watch her do things.  She
managed to show off her panties a dozen or so times.  If Cathy
was the shy one, I couldn't wait to see the other two in action.

   We returned home.  Cathy wanted to try kissing like mommy did
it.  We tried, but she couldn't get used to tongues being
involved.  Mind you, she found interesting things to do with her
tongue instead of the standard ones.  She licked my face like a
dog.  There was little kissing, and much wrestling and tickling. 
Somehow we ended up with me eating her out.  Then we played
basketball.

   After lunch Cathy settled down to color with a box of washable
markers.  I picked up the red one and drew a target on her arm.
I kissed it.  She drew a target on my knee and kissed that.  She
drew a target on her belly and I kissed it.  We spent several
minutes drawing on ourselves, with the other kissing the marked
spot.  We removed clothing to make it easier.  There was much
laughter over some of the choices of target.  Then I got bold and
drew a target on my balls.  Cathy grinned and kissed.  She drew
one on her butt, I kissed.  I drew one on my cock.

   "Oh, you want to play THAT game," she said.  She smothered my
cock with kisses.  She wet me down with her mouth and began to
jerk me off.  Pam egged her on.  I shot all over my belly.

   "Look at the mess you made," said Pam with mock severity,
"you'll have to lick it up."

   Cathy licked and slurped.  Then she said, "I think I want to
be licked."  She drew a target on her pussy.  I kissed it.  Then
I coaxed her into position for a mustache ride.  She liked that.
A lot.

   We agreed it was nap time and snuggled on the floor.

***

   That evening Pam took her most active role of the weekend.
Cathy had started a wrestling game with me.  I think that was all
she intended to do.  Pam coaxed her into dropping her panties so
I could hump her.  Pam wanted us to kneel between her knees as I
humped.  The she coaxed Cathy into sucking her tits, apparently
not an unfamiliar action.  Pam twiddled her own snatch while
Cathy sucked her tits and I humped and stroked Cathy from behind.
I don't know who came first.  After that we snuggled and watched
an old family movie.

   In bed, after Cathy was asleep, Pam and I talked.

   "Cathy was one kind of challenge, next weekend with Darla will
be a different one.  She is six.  She was only four and a half
when her daddy died.  We didn't really push her to play our
games much.  I don't know if she remembers them.  She's licked
dick and had it in her mouth.  She's been licked, kissed and
caressed everywhere on her body.  You may have to work at getting
her to do things."

   "Are you sure you want to do that.  She's very young."

   "Oh yes!  We started her, and her sisters, much younger."

   "I might hurt her."

   "I doubt that.  She's tough as boot leather, and she likes to
play rough as a leatherneck.  You could harm her, if you tried.
I doubt you could hurt her so she'd notice.  She's all skinned
knees and bruises anyway.  Just remember the no penetration rule.
It goes double for her and that won't change for years.  I saw
you look at Cathy's entrance.  We may allow you to put a finger
or small toy in there soon, if she agrees.  That won't be true of
Darla, even if she begs you to."

   "I have no intention of doing any such thing.  She's such a
cute little thing."

   "She's cute, and I dress her like a doll.  That's in hope that
someday she'll live up to the clothes.  I'm losing that hope."

***

   Sunday morning was peaceful.  Pam tried to get Cathy to do
something sexual, but to no avail.  Cathy wanted to go hiking and
I agreed.  Pam gave up and joined us.  We went to the nature 
trails we'd been to with the whole family a week before.

   It was a calmer visit this time.  Calmer is a relative term.
She bounded everywhere and didn't mind too well, but there was
only one of her.  I found the best thing to do was distract her.
A call of 'look at the turtle' worked better than 'stop'.  The
frog sent her into hysterics.

   Climbing a hill to an overlook, she made several pantie 
flashes at me and squeezed at her crotch.  On a bench at the top
she asked me to rub her.  There was no one about, so I raised her
denim skirt and rubbed.  She didn't want to go as far as an
orgasm, but let me rub her longer than she'd been in the habit of
doing to herself.

   Back home, she offered to suck me off.  She said she enjoyed
doing that, sometimes.  While Cathy sucked me, Pam told me she
was a very orally fixated child.  They had only broken her of
sucking her thumb in public recently.  She still sucked it in
private.  Now, a dick might prove as good as a thumb.  That was
a lot to take in during a blow job.

   An hour before I had to leave, so Pam could go collect the
other girls, we had one last session.  We used our mouths to
start one another on the way, then I humped between her legs.
Pam has all the pictures.

   We had a long, tearful, good-bye, with many promises for the
future.  The drive home was lonely.

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