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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: MFg+ ped con? slow
Apologies to all for putting the plus sign in the wrong place
in previous postings.

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


======================{ The Gypsy Queen }=======================
                      {  Part 3 Darla   }

   The drive to Pam's house was more pleasant this Friday.  I'd
stopped at home to shower and change, so I'd missed the bad
traffic.  When I pulled into the drive there was no one around.
I heard a hellish holler from the back and went there through the
gate.  Pam had an eight foot high fence around the back yard.  It
kept prying eyes out and unruly children in.

   Little Darla was inside a play tent.  She wore a sun dress
with bandannas around her head and arm.  A pink, fuzzy, feather
stuck up from her head band.  Her white-blond hair was in
pigtails.  She was doing cruel things to a rag doll.

   "There's a cowboy!  Attack!  WhooHoo!" cried the child.

   Thirty-five pounds of girl made a flying tackle on me.  Two 
hundred pounds of grown man didn't budge.  Darla grasped my legs
and said, "I've caught you.  You just come along with me."  She
towed me by two fingers to the tent. She made me sit down.  She
danced around me whooping.  I made a gun out of my hand.

   "Forgot to check me for weapons.  I've captured you now."

   "Uh oh," she said.  She came along to the tool shed peacefully.
"You'll have to tie me up.  Cowboys always tie up their
prisoners."

   Forgot to bring my rope," I said.  Something soft and light
hit my head.  I looked in the direction it had come from.  There
was Pam laughing.  I looked down and saw an open package marked
'Jumbo Bandannas, one doz.'  "Hallelujah!  The Great Spirit has
provided.  Hold your hands out."

   Darla stuck her hands out in front of herself.  I tied the
wrists together in a diagonal lashing.  Then I tied her ankles to
her wrists.  She scrunched her face up and worked her wrists to
try and get loose.

   "Ha, ha, ha.  I have you at my mercy now!"

   "Oh!  What will you do with me, Mr. Cowboy?"  She made a face
of mock horror.

   "Humm,  I don't know," I said.  I rubbed my belly.  "I haven't
eaten in a while.  I'm hungry enough to eat a horse.  I don't
have a horse handy, so I'll eat--You!"

   Darla screamed.  I leaned in and softly gnawed her arm.  She
screamed again and wiggled away, falling over.  She could not get
up again.  She laughed in her efforts to try.

   "Wing of Indian maid tastes good, but it needs salt.  Better
try another part."  I move down to her thigh and gnawed.  She
screamed, somewhat interrupted by a laughing fit.  "The thigh
tastes just like chicken, but it needs salt too.  What should I
try next?"

   "Feet!  You should eat my feet!" she hollered.

   I gnawed her foot.  "Indian feet taste like cow poop,"  Darla
burst out giggling.  "I must find a better part before I starve
to death.  What should it be?"

   "Oh, Mr. Cowboy, you should try my butt.  That's my best
part."

   "Are you sure?  It doesn't sound like the best part."  I
pushed her panties aside and lightly bit her butt.  She blew a
raspberry.  "Indian rump is worse than cow poop.  I need a
sweeter dinner.  What is this?" I said brushing her pussy.

   "Oh, don't eat that!" she said in mock terror.  "It's much too
tough to chew.  Are you sure you don't like butt?"  She broke out
in giggles again.

   I turned her on her back.  I grazed my teeth lightly across
her mound.  She broke out in laughter, wiggling as much as her
bonds would allow.  "This part seems good.  Time for dinner."
I made munching sounds as I lipped and grazed her mound
energetically.  She squealed and squirmed.  I licked repeatedly.

   "No more!" she cried.

   Pam said, "Go ahead and enjoy your meal.  What's she going to
do, run away?  It's alright honey, you'll like this."

   I gave her a long slow lick.  She didn't look frightened or
angry.  Her pussy was so tiny I could cover it all with my tongue
and still have some tongue left over.  "I want more dinner," I
said.  I lapped at her like a thirsty dog and hummed sounds of
enjoyment.  She smiled and laughed.  Then she started breathing
harder.  I parted her.  The expected parts were there, but they
were so tiny.  My tongue was too large to pick its targets.  I
just lapped at the whole thing.

   Darla started making grunting noises and straining her belly.
I checked to see that she was in no distress.  Back to lapping
I went.  All of the sudden she cried, "Your going to make me
pee!"

   "You won't pee," said Pam, "but we can keep that in mind for
later."

   I licked a few more times.  Darla gave a long grunt ending in
a yelp.  Her belly was strained.  The child was coming!  I lapped
until she relaxed and gave her mound a final kiss.  Pam came over
and stroked Darla's head.

   "That was wonderful, wasn't it?  Just relax, baby girl.
Everything is fine," Pam crooned.

   I started untying her.  She tried to stand and wobbled.  "My
legs are all tingly," she said.  She worked her legs and arms a
bit.  She took a few steps.  She broke out into a run shouting,
"You can't catch me!  WhooHoohoo!"  I chased her and wrestled her
to the ground.

***

   We played like that for about fifteen minutes.  Then Pam
called us to go eat a real supper.  Darla picked at her food and
drank a vile blue concoction in quantity.  After supper we went
back outside.  Pam brought a large ball with a handle out of the
shed.  Darla mounted it and bounced wildly for several minutes.
She got off the ball and clutched her crotch.

   "I got to pee."

   "Do you have to go bad?" asked Pam.

   "Yes!" replied the child.

   "Ok, climb up on the picnic bench."

   Pam directed me to sit on the bench with Darla.  She had me
take the child's underpants off.  She had me steady the girl, and
told Darla to squat and hold her dress up.  She had her camera
out and to her eye.

   "Ok, go ahead and pee."

   Darla grinned and started spraying.  Pam asked me to catch
some in my hand.  The shutter clicked rapidly.  Darla kept going.
I didn't think that much fluid could be in a body her size.

   "You got pee all over your hand!  Icky!" Darla cried.  Then she
laughed.

   "Take the bandanna from her arm and mop up," said Pam.  I did
as directed, first cleaning Darla, then my hand and the bench.
"Now sniff the bandanna, both of you."

   I held it between us and we sniffed.  We both made sour faces.
Then Darla giggled and exclaimed, "Icky!"

   At Pam's instruction, I tossed the bandanna and Darla's
panties on the porch.  I washed my hands.

***

   "Would you like to see his pee-pee?" Pam said to Darla.  Darla
nodded.  Pam asked me to drop my pants to the ankle and sit on the
bench.  Darla moved in close.  "Do you remember doing this with
daddy?"

   Darla shook her head, then nodded, telling us nothing.  "It
looks funny!"

   "You can touch it.  Go ahead," said Pam.

   Darla cradled Sparky in her little hand.  Her fingers could
not circle it.  My cock grew stiffer.  Darla smiled at that.

   "Feel around.  Feel the end and the bag at the bottom.  Isn't
that nice?" Pam prompted.

   Darla used both hands to feel me.  She stroked and squeezed.
She noticed the fact that the skin could slide on the shaft.
"Does rubbing it feel good like it does with my pee-pee?"

   "Yes," I said.  "It feels very good.  Will you rub it some
more please."

   Darla gripped it harder and pumped.  She laughed as she did
it.  Pam came closer and stroked the head.  "This part looks like
a lollipop, doesn't it.  Try licking it, it's fun.  Mommy likes
licking it and so does Cathy."  Mommy had yet to lick me, but
Darla didn't know that.  The child gave me a broad tongued lick.
She smiled and wrapped her mouth around me.  She sucked for a
moment, the pulled me out with an audible pop.  Darla laughed and
Pam asked her if that was fun.  Darla nodded.  "You can do it
more, if you like."  Pam moved back to use her camera.  She asked
me to coach the child.

   I got her to lick my balls.  She was fascinated by the
softness and underlying shapes for several moments.  Then she
returned to pumping me with her hands and sucking on the head.
She noticed the wetness of the pre-cum.  She rolled some around
her mouth.  Her mother prompted her to think of the taste as
good.  Darla took another sample before agreeing.  I prompted her
to suck more.  It felt unbelievably good having a small child
suck me.  I was close to coming just from excitement.

   Darla kept me in her mouth now.  Her hands pumped.  I warned
Pam I would cum soon, and she told Darla a really tasty treat
would soon be coming out.  Darla stopped sucking me long enough
to ask if I was going to pee in her mouth.  She didn't want that
to happen.  Pam reassured her it wouldn't be pee coming out, and
that she and Cathy liked what would.  Darla sucked again.

   I shot a week's worth of stored fantasies into her small
mouth.  It didn't all fit.  Darla looked startled at first.  Then
she grinned and worked it around in her mouth.  Pam told her to
look at the camera and open up.  Darla complied with a smile.
That task complete, she made a bubble from my cum.  Pam clicked
the shutter, praised her daughter, and came in to clean up the
messy face with her tongue.  Darla giggled.

***

   Pam sent her to get a ball and the three of us tossed it
about.  Darla was everywhere chasing the ball, pouncing, and
tripping in her haste.  Her unclad midsection played peek-a-boo
from under her dress.  Sun slipping toward the horizon, Pam
called a halt and we went inside.

   We piled onto the couch, Pam and I on the ends and Darla
stretched between us.

   "Weren't the games we played tonight fun?  We can play
them many more times!" said Pam.

   Darla agreed the games had been fun.  She really liked being
licked.  She would like to be rubbed.  She would like that right
now.  I coaxed her to lay on my lap and started rubbing with a
spit slackened hand.  She let me go on for a while, then tried to
push my hand away.  Pam reminded her how good it felt to go on
longer.  Darla said nothing, but she didn't protest as I
continued.  Soon she was breathing hard and fast.  She scrunched
and relaxed her face.  She came with another long grunt and went
slack.  I folded her in a hug.

***

   We watched a kiddie movie on TV.  Darla was delighted and sang
along with all the songs, proving it was not the first time she'd
seen it.  When the movie ended Pam declared bedtime.  We trooped
to her bedroom and took care of our toilet.  Darla called me in
to watch her pee and stayed to watch me.  She seemed very
interested in the functions.  We bedded down with Darla in the
middle.  She was soon fast asleep.

   Pam opened the pillow talk with, "Today went well.  I thought
it would be harder to start her sucking.  We got some orgasms out
of her too.  I think she'll want them all the time from now on."

   "Are we locked into water sports.  They don't really turn me
on."

   "Just go with it.  Small children are fascinated by such
things sometimes.  I like them as a change of pace.  We won't go
in for drinking urine or facials.  None of us would like that and
it's dangerous.  We might try some body wetting though.  That's
fun.  In the future we'll have to try getting the other girls to
go along.  They've outgrown their fascination."

   "I can live with it, but only for your sake.  It might grow on
me."

   "Speaking of dangerous, we won't ever be doing anal sex.  I
don't like it.  The main thing is that it has both long and short
term health risks.  And they are greatly magnified when children
are involved.  I hope that's not a problem for you."  Pam watched
me closely as I answered.

   "No, I'm not fond of body wastes.  I don't crave anal, it
doesn't turn me on."

   "What about little boys?  Could you do things with them?  I
really like little boys, and I think I may have access to one
soon," Pam said.

   "Four of you isn't enough to keep happy?  I'm going to have to
try a boy too?  I don't know.  Boys don't do anything for me
either way.  I guess I could do some things with them if I tried,"
I said.

   "That will have to be good enough until we actually try it.
We need to try humping on Darla tomorrow.  She's talked to Cathy
about this stuff, I think she'll do it.  Rest up and be ready.
Good night."

***

   The morning started slowly.  Neither Pam nor Darla were
morning people.  Pam and I enjoyed coffee on the back porch while
Darla poked around the yard.  She had a big cup of juice in her
hand.  She kicked at the ball we'd thrown around the night
before.  She went into the tent and emerged with a rag doll she
bounced and crooned to.  She sat and drank from her cup.  I
sipped coffee and watched, letting the birdsong drift through my
head.  Then Darla rose and clutched at her skirt.  She ran in
circles chanting something too quietly to make out.  She clutched
her skirt again.

   Pam said, "Sneak up on her.  She's ready to play now."

   I waited until she was occupied with the doll and crept up
behind her.  I shouted "Boo!" and grabbed her.  Darla pushed at
my hands and wiggled in an effort to get away.  I let her go and
she ran behind me and jumped on my back.  I struggled until I had
a good hold on her, then dragged her to my lap.  I gave her butt
a couple of sharp, light, smacks.  She stood, rubbed her butt,
and tackled me with a laugh.  I let her pin me down.

   Pam called, "Finish your juice."

   Darla let me up.  She took a long pull from her cup.  I
retreated and finished my coffee.  When Darla finished her juice
she brought the cup to her mom.  I shouted "Boo!" again and
chased her around the yard.  She screamed theatrically.  She
stopped, facing me, and watched to see what I'd do next.  She
clutched at her skirt again.  I pounced, landing on my face as
she dodged.  She jumped onto my back.  Then she stood and walked
toward the house clutching her crotch.

   "I have to pee, mommy.  I have to pee bad!"

   Pam said, "Why don't you pee on him?  He deserves it, don't
you think so?"

   Darla grew an evil grin.  "He's been a bad boy.  I should pee
on him."  She ran and tackled me again.  "Bad boy, bad boy.  I'll
pee on you!"  Then she got up and started for the house.  "I
can't hold it any more!"

   Pam removed Darla's panties.  "Go ahead and pee on him for
real.  He won't get mad, I promise."  Then to me she said, "Pull
your pants and shirt out of the way."

   Darla ran at me again.  She tackled, aided by my pants fouling
my knees.  She straddled my belly and sang, "Bad boy, Bad boy;
I'll make you a potty toy!"  She raised her skirt and let loose.
The warm urine did feel good on my belly.  I'd never thought
about playing in this fashion in pleasant terms before.  The warm
liquid felt every bit as good as a shower.  The sight of her
little pussy squirting me was arousing.  The liquid rolling
around on my skin sparked twitches of pleasure, much as fingers
did.  Darla finally ran dry and I thought we were done.

   "Turn about is fair play!  You ought to pee on her," Pam
called out.

   Darla looked at me and said, "Uh oh."  then she got up and
fled.  She looked like she was still playing along.  I shed my
pants and gave chase.  She dodged and weaved.  She stopped and
stared me down, then dodged away at the last second as I lunged
at her.  She laughed and taunted.  I finally caught her.  I
pulled her skirt off and threw it clear.  I was raising her top
when she wiggled free.  I was left holding the scrap of cloth.
The coffee was kicking in and I really did need to go now.  I
caught her again.  I backed her against the shed.

   "Will it be alright?  I won't do it if you don't want me to,"
I said.

   "Fraidy cat!  I double dare you!" Darla cried.  She stuck out
her tongue, then broke down giggling.  I backed off a pace, aimed
for her chest and let the waters flow.  She gave an astonished
look, then grinned.  I hosed down the nude child until I ran dry.

   "Ooh!  Icky, I've got pee all over me!"  She giggled one more
time, then looked to her mother.  The piss soaked her from chin
to toes.

   "We'll clean up in a moment, don't you feel like rubbing your
pee-pee now?"

   Darla shook her head.  I backed her up, though I did feel a
twinge of arousal.  I took Darla in hand and went to the garden
hose.  I adjusted the nozzle to deliver a heavy spray and 
squirted Darla.  She danced and squealed.  I handed her the
nozzle.  She laughed and blasted me.  I let her chase me around
the yard.  Then I wrestled her down and took the hose with a
tickle attack.  I chased her, dousing her liberally.  I figured
we were as clean as we could get without soap.

   I asked for a towel.  Darla was shivering.  I wiped us both
down and hunted up our clothing.  It was all wet.  We retired to
the family room, still nude.  Pam gave me an afghan to wrap us in.
She also gave me a brush for the girl's hair.  I brushed out the
wet tangles while we watched an old family musical.

   The feel of the nude child's butt revived Sparky.  She
noticed, after a while.  "Your pee-pee's all stiff again!  We
should do something about that," she said.

   "We could rub it, that works," said Pam.  She gave me a look
that said, 'go along with me,' as clearly as if she'd spoken.

   "We could rub it against your silly butt," I said.

   "Ok," Darla said, without any real enthusiasm.

   I snaked my cock between her legs and started rocking.  Darla
tilted her head back to look at me.  She gave me a small smile.
She was just going along without understanding why.  I wanted to
make things easy for her.

   "Have you any lubricant?" I asked Pam.  She produced a tube
from a drawer in the end table.  She'd been prepared for
something like this.  I slathered Darla's pussy and butt.  I
pushed myself back in between her legs.  I used a slick finger
on her clitoral hood.

   "You're making the funny feeling again!" Darla said.  "Are you
getting the funny feeling too?"

   I told her I was.  I laid back, continuing to stroke and to
finger her hood.  She was so small Sparky peeked out in front of
her with each stroke.  Soon we were both breathing hard.  Pam
danced around us with her camera.  Soon Darla began to cum, and
before she finished, so did I.  I thrust forward and spewed on
her belly and pussy.

   When we'd both had a chance to recover, I suggested we clean
up and dress in dry clothes.  I proposed we go out for a walk,
enthusiastically seconded by Darla.  We ended up at the park.

   Lunch and the early afternoon were without incident.  Around
three o'clock Darla started squeezing her crotch.  Pam gave me
the high sign.  I asked if Darla need the bathroom, she didn't.
I teased her about squeezing her crotch until she let me take
over.  I got her panties off and kissed her pussy.  I asked if I
could lick.  She nodded.  I kissed and licked until she asked me
to stop.  I reminded her it felt better to keep going.  I didn't
wait for an answer from her to continue.  In time she showed
signs of coming and I licked faster.  Her face had a glazed look
when she finished.  I folded her in a hug and crooned soothing
words in her ear.  Then I took her outside to play.  She was a
ball of fire until supper.

   I humped her one more time, just before bedtime.  We did it
belly to belly.  I don't think she managed to cum this time.  At
Pam's request I fed her spunk from her legs.  Darla ate it
without complaint.

   We put her to bed, staying until she was asleep.  Pam and I
got up for a talk.

   "Darla's coming along well.  I do wish you wouldn't back her
up when she says no," Pam said.

   "She's doing enough, there's no need to push her."

   "I want her to play my games.  She needs to learn to listen."

   "She's playing along, even when she might not want to.  What
more could you want?"

   "You're coddling her.  We could be doing things more often.
I want her used to this.  That's what this weekend is about."

   "She's doing fine."

   "Enough on Darla, we need to discuss Ann.  She thinks she
might be ready to try a real fuck.  She's back and forth on that.
If she hesitates too much, you might have to persuade her.  I
want to see that.  She's planning her own weekend.  She knows
what I want out of it, but she wants to do it herself.  You won't
have to work too hard on her.  She's had sex education, in class
and on the playground.  She's ready to try things."

   "I'll be happy to help her out.  She's a fine girl.  It will
be a pleasure," I said.  I meant it.

   "She's almost too old for my tastes, I want to see her do
everything as soon as possible.  I'll let the two of you continue
after she's too old, it's only fair, but I want my share first."

   "If she's willing, we'll give you a good show.  I'm sure we
don't want to hurt her.  Let her take the lead and enjoy what you
get."

   We lapsed into silence then and soon went to bed.

   Another morning proved that neither Pam nor Darla were morning
people.  We relaxed and enjoyed the quiet on the back porch.
Darla began to show signs of life and I took her for a walk.  We
returned to find Pam cooking.

   Darla had to pee and wanted to play naughty.  I called out to
Pam.  I didn't want to go through a full round of water sports
again.  I removed her panties and stood her over an overturned
metal bucket.  The bucket magnified the sounds of the piss
hitting it, amusing the child.  Then I had to pee on it.  She
laughed at the sounds it made.

   I chased her around the yard.  She shrieked in delight.  I
caught her and tickled without mercy.  I let her up.  She pushed
both hands into my belly, hard.  Being off balance to begin with,
I toppled.  Darla tickled me.  I rolled and snatched at her.  No
luck.  She dodged and tackled me from behind.  We kept at this
game for a while.

   Pam tossed out the bandannas.  She mimed a head job.  I
thought that a bad idea, I didn't want to frighten Darla.  I
caught her again.  I held out a bandanna.  She let me have her
hands, silly girl.  I tied her wrists and ankles.  I tickled
again.

   "Stop it!" Darla cried out.

   "If you suck his pee-pee, I bet he'll stop," said Pam.

   "Ok," came Darla's reply.

   She, being in a naughty mood, did a fine job, ending up with
a mouthful she proudly showed to her mother.  I praised her
lavishly during and after her efforts.

***

   We took her hiking.  I showed her as many little wonders of
nature as I could find.  A good time was had by all.  We returned
home to a nap.

   I woke from the nap to find my half-stiff cock in Darla's
mouth.  Pam was coaching her.  Soon I was fully erect.  Darla
was giving me the full treatment.  She licked more than she
sucked, and she licked everywhere.  I was well on my way when
Pam mouthed, "finger her".  I got my hand inside her panties and
complied.  Darla seemed to like the game.  She giggled and
yelped, while still licking and sucking me.  I shot off while she
was licking the head of my cock, anointing her nose and cheeks.
She licked at the runoff, while I continued to stroke at her.
Her face took on a vacant look, then scrunched up.  She screamed!
Darla came, bucking and squirming.

   Once she'd finished, Darla was all giggles and chatter.  She
fussed as I cleaned off her face.

***

   It was time for me to go.  Pam had to pick up her other
daughters.

   Darla and I hugged for several minutes.  She told me what a
good time she'd had over the weekend.  She really loved me.  She
wanted me to come back soon.  I felt really great, when I didn't
feel like a creep.

   I went back and forth between the two all the way home.

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