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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
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Please, enjoy the story. 


Story codes: MFg+ Fb ped con? slow

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

======================{ The Gypsy Queen }=======================
                      {   Part 4 Ann    }

   Traffic was horrible again.  At Ann's request I was going to
Pam's house straight from work.  She would say no more than she
had something really special planned.  I had already figured out
it would involve a bath.  I needed one.

   It had been an odd week, even by recent standards.  First was
Ann's apparent eagerness to have sex with me.  Her sisters had
looked forward to my visit, but their mother had arranged the
sex.  Ten year old Ann was taking the lead now.  Second was the
incident on Tuesday.

   Pam had called me on Monday and asked me to drop by on Tuesday
by six o'clock.  When I arrived she had gotten in my truck and
told me to head back to the main drag.  We drove to the home of
one of her friends.  As we drove, she told me the woman we were
visiting had been one of the children heavily involved in her
early sex life.  The woman was offering Pam the chance to play
with her four year old son.  Pam wanted me to charm mother and
child in hope we might be permitted to play with him often.

   The boy was cute as could be and in an energetic mood.  After
we'd been there about an hour his mother asked, "Do you think we
should show them how I award you for extra-good behaviour?"  The
boy grinned and nodded.  "Have you been extra-good today?"  He
nodded harder than before.

   He climbed onto his mother's lap.  He stuck his legs straight
out.  She removed his shorts and folded his legs outside hers.
She spread her legs a little.  We now had a fine view of his wee
wienie.  If you are a fan of porn monster cocks he wouldn't
impress you.  He was only four after all.  It was about as big
around as my little finger and shorter.  Pam cooed and praised
it.  The woman started stroking him with a finger and thumb.  The
boy grinned.  After a few strokes she offered Pam the chance to
try.

   Pam wet a finger and ran it between and behind his balls.  She
started jacking him as his mother had.  She offered me a try, I
declined.  Then she licked it.  The boy gave a huge smile.  Pam
sucked him in, balls and all.  She started what looked like a
first class head job.  She took a brief break to ask me to finger
her.  She sucked and sucked while the boy's mother told him how
good he was.  The boy spasmed a bit, though I was unsure whether
he was able to cum at his age.  He was long finished when I
pushed Pam over the edge, little dick still lodged in her mouth.

   We left with a deal struck.  Pam would provide babysitting at
no charge in return for stud service from the boy.  Pam crowed
about it all the way home.

***

   I pulled into the driveway and saw Pam and Ann on the porch
waving.  Ann was running to the pickup the moment I stopped.  She
opened the door for me and folded me in a fierce hug as soon as I
got out.  She took me in hand and lead me to the porch to greet
Pam.

   Inside, Ann started talking.  "I'm so glad your here!  I've a
bath run.  You're going to like this."  She grinned to split her
head.  "We're going to have a sensuous bath.  I've everything we
need set up.  Come on!"

   Pam said, "She wanted something special.  I brought her a book
on erotic bathing.  She's read and practiced all week."

   I replied, "I'm sure I'll love it, let's go."  Inwardly I
cringed at the prospect of a girlie thing with scented soaps and
candles that would leave me smelling like I'd dropped a box of
perfume samples.  God save us from trendy women's books and
magazines.

***

   My fears seemed realized when we entered the bathroom.  There
were candles, but at least the scents didn't clash.  There were
four bars of soap and a bottle of body wash lined up on the tub.
None looked like a supermarket brand.  It was clear the girl had
gone out of her way to make something special, to her.  I resolved
to make her feel good about it.

   "First we have to get undressed," Ann said.  "I'll undress
you.  Just relax."  I'd worn a shirt with buttons that day.  Ann
took them slow, not fumbling, just slow.  She opened it and ran
her hands over my chest, then kissed one nipple.  Next she
removed the boots and socks, massaging my feet.  She stopped and
stood.  "Your turn."

   I unbuttoned her blouse.  Taking her cue, I caressed her chest
and kissed her nipples and belly.  I felt that if we kept this up
we might not make it into the tub.  Uncovered, Ann proved to meet
my standards for a pretty girl.  I like them the same way I like
my lumber; long, straight, and flat.  Her hair was a shade to
dark too be blond and a shade too light to be brown.  She sat
and I moved to her feet.  She had socks and running shoes on.  I
removed each and massaged her feet, then kissed each dainty toe.
Ann smiled throughout.

   "Now comes the good part," she said with a nervous smile.  She
undid my belt, then the button on the waistband.  She hesitated a
moment, then kissed between the flaps of the waistband.  She ran
her hands lightly over the zipper, then opened the cover and pulled
the tab.  She ran her hands inside over my hips and butt.  As she
lowered my jeans and kissed her way down my thighs.  "Your turn
again."

   She stood.  I unbuttoned her jeans and kissed her waist.  I
lowered them to reveal sheer blue panties.  I kissed my way down
her thighs and ran my hands up and down one of them.  Her face
was nervous again.  I hooked my thumbs under her panties and
lowered them slowly.  "Don't kiss yet, we'll save that for
later," she said.  I caressed her butt instead.

   We climbed into the tub, me at the end and Ann kneeling
between my legs.  She told me we were to soak for a while.  That
was fine by me, I like a good soak in the bath.  When she lowered
herself into the water we were crotch to crotch with her legs
draped over my hips.  Sparky was feeling a bit eager, and the
rest of me felt distracted.  With both of us in the tub, the
water level was an inch or so from the rim.  The overflow drain
sucked and gurgled in its effort to avert disaster.  I concentrated
on the sound in an effort to prevent a different disaster.

   Kids don't do inactivity well.  Our soaking period didn't
finish out a minute and Ann was squirming before she declared it
over.  I felt every squirm.

   "Now we wash.  I'll start by washing part of you, then you get
to wash part of me.  The object is to do it light and slow, as an
erotic massage.  We want to build desire for later, ok?  No
skipping to the end allowed."  She gave me as stern a look as a
wet, naked, ten year old can manage.  She picked up a tan,
speckled, bar.  "Oatmeal.  Very good for the skin, you'll like
it."  She held it under my nose.  "It's unscented."  She worked
up a good lather on her hands and started on my chest.  Her touch
was light.  She added the occasional tickle or light pinch.
Having a pretty, naked, little girl try to give me arousing touches
was arousing all by itself.  She did manage to do a few things
that sent signals straight to Sparky.

   "Your turn," she said, changing bars of soap.  "This is goats
milk.  It's for me, so it has a light scent."  She held out the
soap to me.  It had a touch of something floral.  I lathered up
and stroked it on her chest.  I did the things girls had told me
they liked.  Ann's face took on a dreamy look.

   We progressed, turn by turn, over the whole of our bodies.
Ann was surprised by some of the sensitive spots we found, and
even I found a few new ones.  The bath was more fun than I had
thought it would be.  By the time we trooped into the family
room I was eager for the main event.

***

   Ann perched her butt on the edge of the couch.  "Now you may
kiss."  She leaned back and spread her legs.  I planted a wet one
on her mound.  I started to lick her.  "You can have a taste, but
that's not how I want to get off.  Cathy told me about the 'frog
thing'.  That's what I want to do!  And I can't wait long, we've
already done more than enough playing around."

   I took my taste of her sweet young pussy.  I laid down on the
floor.  Ann came down and kissed Sparky.  Just before she
mounted me, I told her this would work better with lubrication.  I
got the tube out of the end table and slicked her crack.  She
held out a hand and I squirted it.  She laid on my belly with her
knees on the floor and pushed her spread pussy against my cock.
Unlike her sister, she held me tight against her herself.  She
flexed her hips in a couple of trials, then went to town.  Her
hand was anchored to her butt and slid against the underside of
Sparky, while her pussy slid over the top.  We were both breathing
hard in seconds.  Her cute dimpled face smiled at me.  "Cathy was
right.  This is great!" she said.  She pumped so hard I thought I
couldn't last long enough to suit her.  I had no wish to try
eating her with my spunk and lubricant for a sauce.  I needn't
have worried, she came quickly.  Her face took on a strained
look.  She howled!  Her hand slipped from its place and I
replaced it with mine.  I took up the job of stroking.  I came,
hard, just after she relaxed.  Pam was there to photograph each
shot of cum that squirted from me.

   "Feed her some cum," Pam said.  I scooped some from Ann's
back.  Ann tried it and nodded.  I gave her my spent cock to
lick.

   Ann and I setted on the couch cuddled together, with her on my
chest and her head on my shoulder.  We hugged and kissed.  We lay
still, just holding one another.  I hadn't pegged her as a
clinger, but it appeared I was wrong.

   After we laid there for some minutes, Pam said, "If you two
aren't going to do any thing more, I'll go start supper."

   Ann said, "I thought she'd never leave.  I want to talk to you
alone.  My sisters and I really like you.  We like doing this
stuff with you.  We want you to help us with mommy.  You must
have noticed that she always has to have her own way.  She pushes
us to do things even though we don't want to.  Don't get me
wrong, we don't want to stop, we just want to choose when and
what we do.  Just now she pushed you to feed me cum, she didn't
even ask me to try it.  I'd have said yes, but she didn't ask!
We want your help, will you try?"

   "I'd like to.  I really like you girls, and I have noticed
your mother has a hard streak when it comes to sex.  I'm not sure
what we can do about it.  The fact that you have to be involved
to provide her pleasure is a shame."

   "We don't mind that part.  I can't remember a time when I
wasn't doing this stuff.  This is the first time I've been
allowed to cum in ten years of playing.  It's really great!
I want to do it a lot.  Can you get me a vibrator?  We could have
fun with that!  Please?  We just want mommy to stop pushing us
when we don't want to do something.  We'll still do something
else we want to do."  She kissed my cheek.  "We like doing stuff
with you.  You make it fun!  Mommy tried a couple other guys, but
they were rotten.  None of us liked them.  Not even mommy.  They
didn't even get invited home for a tryout."

   "I'll see what I can do.  Your mother does need to stop being
a bully."

   "Thank you!  Please try soon.  We'll do anything to help."
Ann gave me a big kiss then.

   We cleaned up and went to help with supper.

***

   Over supper Ann broached the subject of the vibrator.  I went
from a great guy to a rotten one by making jokes about training
wheels and Official Girl Scout models.  Pam went from hostile to
enthusiastic, I think due to the same jokes.  The ladies put
their heads together.  Ann didn't just want a vibrator, she
wanted a specific one.  She had an online catalogue printout.
Pam loved it.

   The thing was a slimline model, just the thing for an ten year
old.  It had three vibrate modes and five speeds.  It was
waterproof to three hundred meters (why would anyone need that?).
It had a rechargeable long life battery.  This thing was the
Ferrari of sex toys!  We had to find one, now, was the vote of both
ladies.  The upshot was we all piled into my pickup at seven
forty to find a shop that carried this toy.  The sleazy bookstore
that was my only known possibility was ruled out from the start
by Pam.

   We tried three stores, all in the main shopping district,
before we found it.  I hadn't even known there were sex toy shops
in the main shopping centers.  This one was right in the mall.

   Ann couldn't go in, so she stood outside and pretended to be
bored.  Pam and I pretended we were going to use it ourselves.
The sales lady tried to sell us on a couple of other models
before she brought what we'd asked her for.  It looked like a
magic marker.  The instruction sheet took up more room in the
box than the product.

   Ann was tearing into the box before I cleared the door.

***

   Once home, we had to try the thing.  Ann shed her clothes
while I tried to read the instructions.  Pam hauled out the lube
and gave general advice on vibrators.  They'd been used on Ann
before, but not internally.

   I started out with a low speed and mode one, a generic buzz.
I applied it to all sorts of sensitive body parts as foreplay.
I had Ann laughing and squirming from the start.  I shifted gears
frequently.  Then came trying all the settings out on her pussy,
externally.  There were a host of options.  Mode two was a narrow
band of vibration that traveled the shaft.  I don't know how that
was accomplished, but it really worked as advertised.  Mode three
was a trip-hammer effect.  It felt like a ball beating back and
forth against the sides.  It sounded like that too.  Ann could
stand it no longer.  She shouted at me to push it in and stop
playing around.

   I set the tip between her lips and pushed it in half an inch.
Her face looked strained, so I asked if she was alright.  She
nodded and mimed pushing it in farther.  I had it on mode one and
speed three.  I pushed another quarter inch and changed to speed
four.  I was being careful because I didn't know just how far her
pussy extended, or how well it would take being breached.  She
exploded with grunts.  All the muscles in her body stood out.
She reached down and pushed it in another inch or so.  I switched
to two for both settings.  She cried out as the vibrations moved
in her snatch.  She mimed pushing again.  I gave her another half
inch.  I was afraid to go in any more.  Her face danced through
strain to smiles and back.  I thought she might be near the end,
so I put the settings to what I'd mentally named 'tenderize'.
Mode three, speed four.  I twisted.  Ann screamed.  Her belly
twitched.  Her chest heaved.  She screamed some more.  The filthy
words in that little girl's vocabulary shocked me.  Ann
collapsed.  I turned the toy off.

***

   Annie came out her daze with verbal diarrhea.  She couldn't
tell us enough times how good the toy had been or how happy she
was that we'd bought it for her.  She praised Pam as the perfect
mother.  She praised me as a kind, wonderful man.  She hugged us
both, separately and collectively.

   Pam called for bedtime.  It was later than with the other
girls and I was ready.  We snuggled down to sleep.  Pam and I
didn't try to stay awake for a talk.  If I wasn't asleep first, I
was near enough not to notice who was.

***

   Ann was a morning person.  She was up first, though I woke
about the same time.  She had coffee ready by the time I'd
finished in the bathroom.  We repaired to the back porch.  Ann
had a heavily milked and sugared cup of coffee.  Pam joined us,
still half asleep.

   "Did you really enjoy the pee stuff you did with Darla?" Annie
asked me.

   "Oddly, yes.  If you had asked me ahead of time, I'd have said
no.  It's still not something I'd want to plan on.  But the way
it happened was fun."

   "That's gross!  I don't ever want to do that!"

   "You have," said Pam.  "You were very young and don't seem to
remember.  Your father and I let you pee on us while we did other
things."

   "Your making that up," said Ann.

   "No, it's true.  You and Cathy peed on each other once too.
It was cute."

   Annie didn't look like she believed Pam.  "That's too gross!
You won't expect us to do that again?"

   "You ought to.  You should try it once the coffee has kicked
in.  I feels pretty nice," said Pam.

   "It wouldn't be the same," I said.  "With Darla, it started in
the context of the game we were playing.  Doing it cold wouldn't
be very sexy."

   "Well," said Pam, "Cathy likes being rubbed in the morning.
Wouldn't you like that, Ann."

   "I might.  Not right now though."  Ann tittered.  "If we did
it now, I might end up peeing."

   "It might be fun in that case.  I'll just make sure to aim you
away from me," I said.

   "You mean you don't want me to cum and pee on you at the same
time?"  Annie giggled.

   "I suspect I'll find out now, whether I want to or not."  I
reached for her.  She slapped my hand.  I reached again and she
jumped off the porch.  She stuck her tongue out at me.

   "You can't catch me, you dirty old man!"

   I chased her around the yard once, then caught her.  I got her
pinned down, but with both hands tied up there wasn't much I
could do.  Ann bit my arm and wriggled free.  She mooned me,
blowing a raspberry.  Then she took off running again.

   "Too slow, old man!" she panted out.

   I caught her again.  I gave her a whack on the butt.  She
pulled loose and whacked mine.  We circled for a moment, then she
tackled me.  She pinned me and sat on my chest.

   "What are you going to do now?  You need a helper."

   "I don't need help dealing with rotten little girls.  I know
just how to handle them," I said.  I bucked and rolled.  Ann hit
the ground with one leg pinned under my ribs.  I gathered her
wrists in one hand.  "I've got you now."

   "Oh!  What will you do to me?" said Ann in mock horror.

   I held out the free hand, "Anything I want.  Ha, ha, ha!"
I reached out and tickled her ribs.

   "Oh, please Mr. Dirty Old Man, DON'T put your hand in my
panties!"  Her terrified face broke down into a smile.

   I did try to put my hand down her panties, but her cutoffs
were overdue to be passed down to Cathy.  The poor button was
hanging on by a prayer.  I slid my hand up her top instead.

   "Oh, Mr. Dirty Old Man, please don't ravage my tities!"

   "I will ravage as I please.  Ha, ha, ha!  You can't stop me,
little girl."  I tweaked a tiny nipple and caressed a flat breast.

   "Oh please, Mr. Dirty Old Man, don't remove my pants.  I shall
die from embarrassment!"

   "Ha, ha, ha!  I shall do as I please.  You can't stop me
little girl.  Say good bye to your pants, and your little panties
too!"  I fumbled at her button and zipper.  I got her pants off.
It was then I learned of my mistake.  Removing her pants required
I that loose my pin on her leg.  She got the leverage she needed
to free herself.  I had to chase her down again.

   Ann stood several yards away and taunted me.  "Foolish Dirty
Old Man, you've lost your chance.  You won't catch me again."
She stuck out her tongue, then fled.

   When she went around the tool shed I cut her off.  I grabbed
and lifted her feet off the ground.  Now we were at a stand-off.
She couldn't go anywhere, but I had my hands full.  "Little girl,
I have you at my mercy," I lied.  "Make me an offer for your
freedom."

   Ann made me about a dozen ridiculous offers, which I rejected.
"Mr. Dirty Old Man, if you will free me, I will give you a blow
job."

   Ann was getting heavy by this point.  "That's the best offer
you've made.  Very well, a blow job by a naked, and tied, little
girl suits me."

   "How about a blow job by a half naked and half tied girl?  I
think I could do that," she said, giggling.

   "Very well.  That will have to do."  In a stage whisper I
said, "Perhaps the Great Spirit could help out again."  The
package of bandannas flew my way.

   I removed Ann's panties and tied her ankles together, crossed.
She was kneeling down before me.  "Here is a tasty treat for
little girls," I said.  I lowered my pants and knelt.   Ann
kissed Sparky, right at the sweet spot at the base of the head.
She licked from base to tip.  "Open wide and hold on," I said.
She followed instructions.  She was soon giving my cock all the
workout it could stand.   She took a quick break to swallow, then
resumed.

   Ann took another swallow break, then said, "Mr. Dirty Old Man,
does this blow job meet your standards?  Will you let me free?"

   "You are doing well, but you haven't finished.  There are
children in China starving for what you have."

   "I must finish every drop then!  We wouldn't want to waste
any."

   She started sucking again.  She seemed to favor squeezing the
head with her tongue.  I liked that too, a lot.  I was soon to
the point where I thought it fair to warn her I was coming.  She
worked me harder.  I filled Ann's mouth to overflowing.  When the
last spasm was clearly over, Ann backed away and gave me a closed
smile.  Cum ran down her chin.

   "You've done well child.  You have bought your freedom, now
spit or swallow for heaven's sake!"  She swallowed.  She licked
at the runoff on her face.  I untied her ankles.  "You are free!
Is there anything else you'd like?"

   "No, this is enough for now.  Why don't we have another cup of
coffee?  I'd like to relax for a few more minutes."

   We repaired to the porch.  I brought the pot and filled
everyone's cup.  Ann's was more than half milk and five spoons of
sugar.  She was basking in the praise I gave her.  Then Pam spoke
up.

   "You should have let him eat you out, or something.  He would
have.  You should always get a return favour."

   "Mommy, I enjoyed what we did, but I'm tired from all that
running.  We have all day to do more," Ann said.  "I want to go
hiking, but first I want to be eaten.  After I've finished
resting.  I want it to be special."

***

   We ate and cleaned up.  We agreed to go hiking.   Ann went to
the bathroom.  She ran a lot of water.  She returned carrying her
pants and panties.

   "I washed up good.  I didn't want to taste like pee."  She
blushed.  "I want to be eaten out now.  Please?"

   I gathered her in a hug.  "Any time you like Ann.  You're
bringing my favorite meal."

   I finished undressing her and said, "You'll like this better
with a little foreplay.  How about a kiss."

   We kissed for a while, then I toured her body with my lips and
tongue.  She jumped when I finally kissed her pussy.  "Tell me
what you like as I go.  I do requests."  I licked her crack from
end to end.

   "I liked it all!  Keep doing that!" Ann said.

   I did for a few times.  I parted her entrance and licked
there.  I moved to the hood.

   "Yes there!  Lick there!" Annie cried.

   I did the whole crack again.  "May I push a finger in?  You
took the vibrator without a problem.  My finger is smaller."

   "Go ahead.  Just do anything, but keep doing stuff!"

   I lubed my index finger.  I licked some more and Annie started
purring.  I pushed the finger in, while kissing her hood.  Annie
was breathing noisily.  Half an inch at a time, my finger sank to
the knuckle.  I worked both finger and tongue in as good a
synchronisation as I could achieve.  I wiggled the finger.

   "More!  I. Can't. Take. More!" is the best transcription I can
make of Annie's next words.

   I gave Annie's clit a lick and she went over the edge.  I kept
licking until she relaxed.  I left the finger in.

   "Wow!  That was as good as the vibrator!  Wiggle your finger
again, I want to feel it." is the condensed version of her post
orgasmic speech.  We cleaned and dressed Annie.  She was eager to
hike.

***

   We enjoyed the hike.  The only thing we didn't enjoy was Pam
pushing us to do something sexual.  Ann was a little ball of
energy.  I've had other women tell me sex effects them that way.
We returned to the house.  Ann and I wanted naps.  We sprawled
on the floor and slept for the better part of an hour.

   After the nap, Annie told me she wanted to try going all the
way, later.  She wanted to wait until evening, and she wanted
a full multi orgasmic session.  Pam wanted us to do something
now.  We did something.  We went out for ice cream.

***

   Ann insisted we bathe and groom before supper.  After supper
we went to the family room.  She'd laid it all out while I
showered.  Lube and vibrator were on the end table.  A soft
afghan was spread over the couch.  Scented candles were set up on
the coffee table.  The lights were dimmed.

   Pam had her cameras, both video and still, set up.

   I sat down on the couch and Ann climbed onto my lap.  "I want
to be loved tonight.  I want lots of kisses and loving words.  I
want us to explore one another.  I want to cum a bunch of times.
Make it special, ok?" she said.  She sealed her request with a
kiss.

   I signaled my assent with a deeper kiss.  We made out for a
while before we began to undress and explore one another.  We
took it slow, with lots of kisses and caressing.  Annie began to
show signs of impatience.  I licked at her pussy while reaching
for the toy and lube.  With her spread out on the couch, I kissed
her belly and chest while using the toy on her sex.

   "Please put in!  I'll tell you when it's in all the way," she
begged.

   I lubed the toy and started working it in, changing settings
as I went.  I had some idea of her depth this time.  She was so
worked up that I barely got it in fully before she came.  When
she finished I dropped the toy and gathered her into my arms.

   Kisses and words of love flowed from out lips.  Our caresses
were aggressive and might have been painful under other
circumstances.  Then I let my lips travel down her body.  I made
a brief stop at her mound, then continued down to her feet.  I
kissed and licked her well scrubbed trotters, to her great
delight.  Then, with a long lick up the inside of one leg, I
moved back to that delightful snatch.  I made no attempt at
technique.  I just lapped like a thirsty dog.  Ann grunted and
moaned.  My tongue was getting tired when she came, explosively.
Her bucking caused a couple of kicks to land on my back.  I
counted it a job well done.

   We went back into a clinch.  Our mouthes fastened together as
if they were welded.  When the long kiss ended, Annie said, "This
has been wonderful.  I'm ready to fffuck now.  Are you?"

   "More than ready," I said.  I thought of having her impale
herself to prevent any painful mistake on my part.  Then I
thought again.  This girl had been used as a sex toy all her
life.  She deserved some loving attention for her first
intercourse.  If I couldn't pay enough attention to her to enter,
I didn't deserve to be her lover.  "Do you want top or bottom?"

   "I don't know, top I guess.  You're too heavy for me to be on
the bottom."

   "Top it is.  We could do it with you on the bottom.  I hold my
own weight.  Keep it in mind for the future."

   Ann crouched above Sparky.  I spread her with one hand and
used the other to guide myself to her opening.  I pushed up, and
into her, an inch.  I watched her face, everything looked
alright.  She had been opened by the vibrator, so I pushed some
more.  Half my cock was in without a sign of pain.  "Tell me when
to stop pushing.  You'll know before I do."

   Annie nodded.  I pushed a little more, and that was as far as
she went.  Annie's snatch went no farther.  "Wow!  Is that what
it feels like?  I've watched this done for as long as I can
remember.  I've always wondered what it felt like."

   "It gets better.  Tell me when you're ready," I said.

   Annie nodded, and I let myself withdraw, then pushed again.
She smiled, so I built up a rhythm.  She soon joined me In
keeping it.  Her breathing grew labored.  Her face was strained.
She pumped like she was possessed.

   Annie might be glad to finally experience the real thing after
a life time of being toyed with, but I was now fulfilling my
dearest fantasy.  I was buried as far as I could go in the snatch
of a willing, and indeed eager, pre-adolescent girl.  Wish
fulfillment didn't get any better than this.  Annie's hard pace,
and my own excitement, were driving me to the edge too fast to
last long.

   Annie was lost in her own world.  It was a world of intense
and unfamiliar sensations.  Her face was animated, cycling
between smiles and surprise, with hints of great strain.  I
crooned words of love to her, but doubted she heard them.  I
hoped she would cum before I went limp, because I didn't believe
she'd cum first.

   I needn't have worried.  I came first, but she came while I
was still filling her little snatch to overflowing.  It was a
sight to see.  Every muscle in her body stood out as if she were
lifting a massive load.  She howled, her mouth a perfect 'O' in
her strained face.  Her flat little breasts, without the least
hint of development, swelled to visible bumps.  Her whole pale
body flushed to a bright red.  As her howl wound to a stop, she
flopped into a boneless heap my chest.

   I let her lie where she'd fallen for a while, enjoying the
occasional late spasms of one or another of us.  She was drooling
on my chest, but who cared?  She began to show signs of revival,
so I worked her up my body until her head was on my shoulder.
I stroked her back and spoke words of love and praise.

   Annie came fully to her senses with a look of wonder on her
face.  "What happened?  Is that normal?  Did we do it wrong?"

   "It's not the most common reaction, but yes it's normal.  We
did fine.  How did you like your first screw?"

   I shouldn't have asked.  Annie let loose a stream of oration
that would have done a politician proud.  The short version was,
she liked it very well and wanted to do it again.  Often.

***

   Pam insisted on playing the video she'd taken.  She was
already naked from the waist down.  Her mound looked a bit red
from rubbing.

   She knelt on the couch between Ann and myself.  She rubbed
herself to a grunting orgasm to the sight of Annie and me
screwing.

   It was past bedtime by the time the video finished.  I was
asleep very quickly.

***

   Annie and I rose early again.  Pam was still dead to the
world.  We took our coffee to the back porch.

   "How are you feeling this morning Ann? I asked.

   "I feel great!  Well, except, I'm ahh, a little soar.  In my
um," she looked down and blushed, "pussy."

   "Not surprising.  Many girls feel that way the first few
times, and you're small for it."

   "I just hope mom leaves us alone.  I don't want to do any of
that stuff today."

   "I wouldn't hold out much hope that you mother leaves you be.
That isn't her style.  You might tell her no, but you might get
farther with her by doing things to me."

   Annie grinned and said, "You're just saying that because
you're a dirty old man."

   "Of course," I replied.

   Pam emerged then.  She sat down with her coffee.  "How are you
feeling this morning, Ann?"

   "Soar, but happy.  I'm glad we found this guy.  He's the
best."

   I felt a twinge of pride.  It got bigger when Pam agreed.

   "What would you like to do today?" Pam asked Annie.

   "Take it easy.  We could go downtown, they're having a band
concert.  The music should be good and my friends will be there."

   "No, that's not what I meant!  What sex things do you want to
do.  That's what this weekend is about," Pam said.

   "Mom, I had a vibrator and a dick inside me last night.  I'm
soar.  I don't think anything will feel good today.  I want to
take it easy," Ann replied.

   I put in with, "Pam, your rules said you wanted each daughter
too tired to come any more by Sunday.  I'd say we fulfilled that.
Let's call it done and do something else.  The concert is fine by
me.  I'll give you the screw you've been putting off, if you'd
like."

   "I don't want to screw, yet.  Sometime next week, with all the
girls, will be soon enough.  Annie, you can at least do some
things to him.  You might still enjoy being licked and pee games
are always a possibility."

   "Mom, what's with this pee stuff?  You never wanted that that
I can remember."

   "I used to do it all the time.  Your daddy and some of the
other kids liked it.  You stopped co-operating when you were
five, and Cathy never played them except once with you.  It's an
itch I haven't had scratched in a long time, but I'd like it
scratched from now on.  Just try it, you might find it's fun."

   "Alright, I'll try.  Once," Ann turned to me, "you have to
make it fun to try."

   "Anyone want more coffee, I'm running.  I'll think on making
a game out of peeing.  I need coffee while I think."

   I filled everyone's cup.  I had an idea, but I wanted to put
off trying.  I changed the subject back to the concert.  We
finally agreed to go.  We'd leave in time to pick up Cathy and
Darla, then I'd go home.

   I teased Ann about being too pooped to play.  She'd be dull
company for her friends and end up stuck with the old women, the
ones in walkers.  She told me I was already a worn out old man,
so an old woman should suit me.  We teased back and forth through
another cup.  Then I told her she still couldn't catch an old man,
no matter how hard she tried.  She lunged at me and we started a
chasing game.

   Ann was quicker than I thought.  I should be able to outrun
her.  My legs were longer.  As a youngster, she had more energy.
I had physics and endurance on my side.  That was my theory, it
was wrong.  She caught me with a tackle, then climbed on my back.

   "Told you!  You're a worn out old man."

   I grasped her legs and stood.  One advantage I had, brute
strength.  She'd never outgrow that disadvantage.  I spun a few
times and let go.  Ann fell in an undignified heap.  She rose and
lunged at me.  I dodged and grabbed her around the waist.  I spun
her again.  I was used to moving objects that weighed as much as
her, but they were inert.  She was wearing me out.  I let her
down on the ground.  Before she regained her feet, I jerked her
shorts and panties off of her.  I ran like the devil was after
me.  She was.  Ann didn't know whether to be angry or amused and
tried both.  Angry or amused, she wanted those shorts back.

   Ann gave up a direct assault after she realized my hight
prevented her success.  Instead, she lowered my pants while I
held hers high out of reach.  That suited me well.  I stepped
out of them and ran again.

   Annie tripped me and plopped down on my belly.  She grabbed
for the shorts.  I got hold of her wrists.  She tried jerking
free, no joy.  She tried using her weight and leverage to bend my
arms.  I was too strong for her.

   "Let go!  And give me back my shorts!"

   "Or you'll do what?" I answered.

   "Or I'll," you could see the point of all this flower in
Annie's face, "pee on you!  You're and evil old man and deserve
peed on."

   I didn't let go.  Annie struggled with me for a few more
seconds, then she screwed up her face and started peeing.  She
giggled and said, "Take that!  I'll teach you to pick on girls!"

   She soaked me down well.  She flexed her hips to improve
coverage.  She strained to squeeze out every last drop.  She
giggled like a maniac throughout.  When she ran dry, I rolled her
to the ground and stood.  I reached for Sparky.  Annie scrambled
to her feet and ran.

   I chased her to the porch.  She was backed against the rail.
I reached for Sparky again.  Annie just stood there with her eyes
screwed shut.  I aimed for her belly button.  Annie opened her
eyes and laughed.  She covered her belly, so I aimed a little
lower.  Pee splashed against her legs and crotch.  Annie's mouth
formed a perfect 'O'.  She followed with a grin.  I ran dry about
then.

   "That was kinda fun.  What're you going to do now, lick it
off?"  The mischief in Annie's face was priceless.

   "No way.  Last one to the shower has to do the laundry!"  I
ran for the bathroom.

   We had a nice bath together.  Pam did the laundry while we
took it.

***

   It was time to leave.  I gave Pam and each girl a tight hug.
Annie whispered in my ear, "Remember your promise."

   I thought about that all the way home.

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