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Title:        Please Don't Spank Me Mister
Author:     MeatBot
Keywords: Pedo, spanking

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Naughty little girls must be spanked!

Disclaimer : 

Copyright by the author. Permission is granted to archive, repost, or
publish in no-cost or low-cost archives, periodicals, anthologies of
this type of material if unaltered and attributed to the author. This
is a work of fiction. The author does not condone any sexual activity
among persons under 16 in real life.

This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to reality is accidental
and would be damn surprising. Be warned that this story may involve
explicit descriptions of sexual activities, including some defined
under law as "Weird Shit". Do not read this story if you believe that
fictional characters should not have fictional sex, or if you are less
than the age of consent in your social or legal group, or if you live
under a repressive, totalitarian regime in an out-of-the-way place
such as the USA. If you like it, I did it. If you hate it, I didn't.
If it offends you, it was a misprint. If you want to sue me, I don't
exist. Sue the internet instead. Nobody's twisting your arm. Leave if
you don't like crap like this. These are just words, people. Just
words. 

Be warned, this is a goofy, infantile, poorly written, disgusting and
depraved story with bad punctuation, bad grammar, and lots of
misspelled words. I am not an English major. Deal with it. This story
is all made up. I do not condone the spanking of cute little girls.
Even ugly ones. Don't bitch at me. You have been warned.

This story is graded <TAME> compared to some of the shit I've read in
this newsgroup.

This story is what happens when you have too much free time at work.





Saffron Windsor Jameston was not a bad girl. She wasn't that different
than any other kid. She was a little outspoken, though, and she had a
stubborn streak. Worst of all, she was impulsive. She acted without
thinking, most of the time. That, as much as anything, was probably
what got her in trouble.

Just like now. She was sitting outside the principal's office,
watching his secretary move papers around on her desk. Saffron knew
what she was here for. She knew what she was in trouble for. Another
girl had made her mad on the playground, so she'd simply smashed the
girl's face into the monkey bars. End of problem. Sadly for Saffron,
start of problem. Here she sat.

Finally Mr. Roberts opened the door and motioned her inside. Poop, she
thought. Here we go again. This was like the third time this year for
her. But, she realized, this one was going to be the worst. This one
had caused a girl to bleed.

She sat in the chair he indicated. He sat back down behind his desk,
and picked up a piece of paper. The silence stretched. Saffron got a
little impatient, but she knew better than to open her big mouth at
this stage.

"Well, Saffron, we meet again," said Mr. Roberts finally. He looked at
her, and weirdly, he gave her a sunny smile. She smiled back weakly.
This was not really a smiling matter, she knew.

His smile disappeared. "You are here on a serious matter, my child.
You have given Sunny Taylor a bloody lip, and an irrational, lifelong
fear of playground equipment."

She finally nodded, unsure of what reaction he wished for.

"Since Mrs. Jones was unable to determine who started the quarrel, I'm
going to go slightly easy on you. Sunny has a record almost as long as
yours. We will consider her fat lip punishment enough for her. You,
however, are going to have the opportunity be be grown-up about this,
and take your punishment like a big girl. Deal?"

She smiled weakly again, and nodded. Whatever. He was a grown-up, he
was going to do what he wanted anyway. That's what sucked about being
a kid.

"Saffron, as you know, this is a private school. We are not bound by
all of the restrictive laws and regulations that public schools are.
This school believes in the old adage about sparing the rod and
spoiling the child. This school believes in corporal punishment. I,
frankly, am somewhat amazed you haven't experienced it yet, but
according to your record, you have not. This should be a new
experience for you, and one that we hope helps you decide what to do
the next time a disagreement erupts on the playground. Understand?"

She nodded, not really understanding at all. Well, she thought, let's
get it on, so I can get out of here. This was actually punishment
enough for her, having to sit through crap like this.

Mr. Roberts bent to the intercom on his desk. "Mrs. Smith," he said,
"could you run down to the bus barn at tell Alvin I need to see him
sometimes today? He is not answering his phone."

Mr. Roberts stood, and walked to the door. Am I going to get to leave?
she had a fraction of a second to think, before he carefully, quietly
slid the deadbolt locked. Poop, she thought again.

He sat on the couch against the wall, sitting on the edge of it, his
knees out in front of him. He motioned to her, a kind of "come here"
thing. She slowly got up, and walked towards him, not sure still what
was going on.

"Saffron, dear, please pull your panties down to your knees," Mr.
Roberts said, shocking her. What? she thought. My panties? What am I
gonna do, go to the bathroom in here? Good grief!

"Now, child," he said, a little more harshly. Good grief, she thought
again, and slowly reached beneath her skirt and slid her panties down
slightly. She looked at him, pleading with her eyes, and he nodded his
head. She finally bent slightly at the waist, and slid them down to
her knees. She stood back up, acutely aware that she was naked,
beneath her skirt. 

"Come around here..." he leaned and placed his hand on her side,
guiding her to his side. "Lean over," he said. "Lay down on my knees."
She had to walk funny, since her panties were at her knees, and
sliding down even further.

What was this crap? Was she getting a spanking? It suddenly all made
sense to her. Oh, shit, she thought, the worst word she knew. He's
gonna spank my bottom. That's what that word... corporate
punishment... must mean. Shit.

He pressed in the middle of her back, and she almost fell over on his
knees. She was really surprised at the progression of events. She'd
never been spanked in her life. And he was going to do it? This man,
her principal? On her bare bottom? What was that all about? Could he
do that? Really?

She lay on his knees, afraid to move. She felt his hands lifting her
skirt, and he placed it above her waist. She felt cool air from the
air conditioner on her bare bottom, and was embarrassed. He can see
me, she thought. He can see my bare bottom. My dad doesn't even see my
bare bottom any more.

He waited a long time, and she finally wondered what he was doing. She
turned her head and looked behind her as best she could, and she saw
his head rising back up. He'd had it down, down there, down there at
her bottom. Once again, she wondered, what is going on here?

"Saffron, I am sorry, but I must do my duty. Ten licks. Here goes."

The first strike shocked and surprised her. She was shocked at how
much it hurt, he hit hard and fast. And he had big, hard hands, she
thought. Ouch, that really stings. She could already feel pain
spreading across her bottom, like heat.

The second one was worse, on her other cheek. She flinched and
scrabbled for a hold, almost feeling like she was going to fall off
his knees.

"I've got you, don't worry," he said. She still worried. 

The third really hurt. And the fourth was out of this world. I don't
know if I can stand five more of these, she was thinking when the
fifth one hit. Her whole bottom burned, now, it stung. She felt tears
in her eyes, and she felt helpless as one dripped on the floor. Six.
Seven. She was wiggling around, and he put his other hand in the
middle of her back to steady her. Eight. Nine.

"And, number ten," Mr. Roberts said. Smack. Number ten. She drew a
gasping breath, holding back the tears with all her inborn
stubbornness. She was not going to let this man see her cry. She could
cry later. Her whole bottom pulsated and burned. Shit, she thought
again. That really hurt. She drew a snuffling breath in through her
nose. Damn, damn. Shit.

Once again nothing happened for a while, and she turned her head again
and looked back behind her. His head was down, way down close to her
bottom, and she wondered what he was doing. She heard him breathing
then, like he was sucking air in through his nose. Whatever is he
doing, she thought.

"There, there, it's over," Mr. Roberts finally said. She started to
get up, but he held her, pressing down in the middle of her back. Then
his hand left her, and she could feel him doing something.

"I have some lotion that will take the burn out. Hold still," he said,
and suddenly she felt blessed coolness on her bottom. Then she felt
his hand, that big mean hand that had just spanked her, rubbing on her
bottom. That feels good, she thought, not yet thinking that a man had
his hands on her bottom. It just felt good, after the burn of the
spanking. 

"Saffron, dear," he said. "Put your right leg on the floor. That will
make it easier." She slowly spread her leg out in front of him until
it touched the floor. She felt his hand then, inside her legs, almost
touching her private spots. He didn't though, but he did smear lotion
on her bottom hole, rubbing it in. How peculiar, she thought. How very
peculiar. She didn't have anything really to judge the whole
experience by, it was the first time it had been done to her. And, she
hoped, the last. Although, this part of it did feel pretty good.

Goodness, she thought. This part is taking way longer than the
spanking part. He just rubbed and rubbed, and she was content to lay
there. It felt pretty good, all in all. It was almost worth it, she
thought. A man, she told herself, a man is rubbing my bottom. And it
feels good.

He finally stood her up, and rushed back behind his desk. She went to
the door, and waited for him to say something. He was fumbling with
something below his desk, out of her line of sight. Finally he got
done, and he began rearranging some papers on his desk with one hand.
She wondered, yet again, what was going on.

"Saffron," he finally said. "Your punishment is between you and me
only, and you shouldn't discuss it with anyone. Not your teacher or
other students. It's over with, now, and we can all safely forget it.
Just let it be a lesson to you. Remember it only when you feel like
doing something you shouldn't. Like hurting someone else."

She thought for a minute. She had no desire to do it, but she wondered
what he would say at the question she was thinking.

"Can I tell my parents?" she asked. He stared at her, and finally
nodded thoughtfully. He's still doing something beneath his desk, she
thought. Whatever is he doing?

"Yes, you can tell them. Just tell them you got in trouble and got a
small spanking. That's all you need to tell them."

She nodded. Nope, not gonna do that, she thought. Don't wanna get in
trouble again. She was glad he wasn't going to send a note home with
her or anything.

"You may go, dear. Just be good, please, so I don't have to do that
again."

She wrestled with the deadbolt, and finally got it turned. She left
without looking back. Her bottom didn't feel bad at all, now. It had
felt kinda nice to have him rub and squeeze it, she thought. Kinda
nice. 





Life went on as usual. The events of that afternoon receded from her
mind. In all actuality, she didn't remember it next time she was
tempted to do something bad. It was the last thing on her mind when
Lindsay Jacobs scribbled on the picture she was drawing at church
camp. Saffron reached across the table and grabbed the other girl's
picture, held it up, and tore it in two, just like that.

"You should not do stuff like that," she said. "That's what you get."

Lindsay howled in anger, and hopped down and went right to Father
Barrington, who was helping some other kids. Well, shit, thought
Saffron. Here we go again.

Father Barrington approached the table, a frown on his face.

"Saffron. Did you tear up Lindsay's picture?" he asked, and she
nodded.

"Yeah, she scribbled on mine and ruined it." It seemed fair to
Saffron. You do something, and you get something done to you. It's
that simple, she thought.

"Saffron, here of all places, we turn the other cheek. Come with me,
please," he said. Oh, for crying out loud, she thought. Really? The
office, just for this? Again? She followed him, dejectedly.

He took her into a small room where a bunch of folding chairs were
kept. He closed, and she noticed he locked the door. Warning bells
were ringing in her mind. This, again? she thought. Fuck. She tried
out the new word she'd heard her older brother use. Fuck. It fell
satisfying to say. She said it again, and again. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

"Saffron. Young lady," he said. "I don't want to do this, but I don't
want you get in the habit of being a bad girl. I'm going to give you a
little spanking, just so you'll think twice next time. Do you
understand why I'm doing it?"

"yes, sir," she said, looking at his hands. She hoped this one didn't
hurt like the last one had. Still... the part after the spanking was
pleasant, at least.

She automatically reached beneath her one-piece dress and pulled her
panties down her to knees. He didn't tell her to, but she just
thought, that's what you did. And... it was kinda fun to be bare... in
front of somebody. She felt a wicked little thrill run through her
when she thought another man is gonna see my bottom.

She could tell he was surprised, though. He just sat back and regarded
her strangely.

"Okay..." he finally said, and she went and stood beside him.

"Your knees aren't right," she said. "They need to be up."

"I see this is not your first time," Father Barrington said. "Yes, you
are correct." He situated his knees, and she bent over them. He helped
her up slightly, and she just laid there. She waited for him to pull
her dress up. He seemed stuck or something, though.

"Father Barrington," she said. "Pull my dress up." Do I have to tell
him every little thing? she thought. She finally felt him slowly pull
her dress up past her waist. 

Once again, her bottom was exposed. Then he did the same thing that
Mr. Roberts had done, he put his face right down at her bottom, and
she could hear him breathing. She could actually feel his breath on
her, when he breathed out. She had her head turned, and she could see
him do it. How very weird grown-ups are, she thought. What is he
doing, smelling of me? I hope I smell good, she thought... although...
I did just poop a little while ago... I hope I got it all wiped off...

"Okay, dear, here goes," said Father Barrington finally. She almost
laughed when his hand struck her. He was just barely hitting her. By
the fourth one she giggled out loud. She just couldn't help it.

"What?" he said, stopping.

"Father Barrington," she said. "You are not doing it right. That does
not hurt at all."

He was a bit nonplussed. What an odd little girl, he thought. Does she
want it to hurt?

"I will try a little harder. Thank you." he said, and she snorted.
Silly man, she thought.

He did swat a little harder, but it still barely hurt. Mr. Roberts has
got it over on you, she thought. She finally wiggled and jumped about,
acting like it hurt, hoping to give him some satisfaction. He stopped
at ten, just like Mr. Roberts. Is ten the magic number? Weird.

"Okay, darling," he said, "It's over. I'm sorry to have to do that to
you. Just remember it, next time you're tempted to be wicked."

"Yes, sir," she said, content to lay on his knees. What about the
rubbing? she thought. He didn't seem inclined to touch her further.

"Father Barrington," she finally said. "Could you rub it some to make
the hurt go away? Please?"

He was silent for a moment, and didn't move. Then she felt his
hesitant touch, on her bottom. He finally rubbed harder, to her
satisfaction. She let her outside leg drop to the floor, and spread
her legs, like she had for Mr. Roberts. He stopped, and then started
again. She sighed, satisfied. She wished he had some lotion. That was
way better.

"Father Barrington," she said again. "You need to carry some lotion
with you, for when you have to do this. It helps, afterwards."

"Yes, ahem," he said. "I see you are an old pro at this. I will take
your suggestions into consideration."

She giggled. He was funny. She was content to lay there, and let him
rub her little butt. It felt good. 

"A little harder, please," she said. Holy shit, he thought. I have
totally lost control of this situation. She is playing me like a cheap
fiddle. But, he rubbed harder. It felt as good for him as it did for
her. He loved the feeling of her firm young flesh beneath his hands.
How interesting, he thought. You learn something new about yourself
every day. I never knew, I honestly never knew.





That night, at the dinner table, she recited the events of the day. On
impulse, she told about Lindsay Jacobs and the paper incident. Her
mother and father met eyes across the table.

"And Father Barrington said one of you needs to spank me," she ended
with, looking at her dad. She'd much rather he did it, for some
reason.

"Well, Saffron, you have had a full day, it sounds like," her mom
finally said. She nodded and took another bite of mashed potatoes.

"Bill? Would you like to do the honors?" her mother said. He dad got a
panicky look on his face.

"Me? I never..."

Her little brother started laughing. "Saffy's gonna get a spankin',
Saffy's gonna get a spankin'," he said. She reached over and smacked
him hard, right in the middle of his forehead, and he sat back and
shut up.

"Saffron! Child!" her mother said, exasperated. What was getting into
this girl? "Bill! Spank her butt, please."

"Come on, Saffron," her dad said, standing. She followed him, and
weirdly, of all places, he went out in the garage. He took a folding
chair from beside his workbench, and sat on it. She knew the drill by
now. She was still wearing the same dress she'd worn to church camp,
and she bent slightly and dropped her panties to her knees.

"Oh, is that the way we do it?" her dad said, seemingly surprised.
"Yep," she said, and draped herself over his lap.

"Girl, we gotta stop meeting like this," he said. She laughed. He
swatted her, halfway hard, and she realized her dress was still down.

"Dad," she said, exasperated. "You are not doing it right, at all.
Pull my dress up."

He laughed. She was just blowing his mind, tonight, for some reason.
She finally got tired of waiting and reached back and pulled her dress
up to her waist, exposing her ass to his gaze. What a cute little
butt, he thought idly. Butts period look cute. Big ones, little ones,
it don't matter. Butts are cute.

"Okay, dad. At least try," she said, and he laughed, slightly. He
smacked her good, just for the hell of it. He was satisfied to see her
jerk, and she looked back at him. Was that good enough for you? he
thought. He smacked her again, a little harder even.

Two more swats, and Saffron had had enough screwing around. When he
swatted her this time, she said "Fuck!" loudly, like it had really
hurt that bad. He snorted in surprise, and stopped completely.

"Dear," he said, reaching down and turning her head so they could
stare at each other.

"I'm not going to ask you where you heard that word. I hope it wasn't
from me. I gotta watch it, I know. But young ladies do not say things
like that. I never want to hear that word again, from your mouth. Got
it?"

She regarded him solemnly. "Well, then," she said. "Spank me. So I'll
remember not to say it."

Shit, he thought. She acts just like she wants to be spanked. What is
it with this kid? Jeezus. He drew his hand back, and swatted her
again. Hard. He did want her to remember, next time. Maybe this will
actually do some good, if I make it hurt enough, he thought.

By the time he got to ten, Saffron was almost crying again. She kind
of wished she'd kept her mouth shut. But, it was true, he hadn't
really been trying. He'd corrected that problem, and her bottom stung
like fire. Now comes the good part, she thought.

"Daddy..." she didn't have to try too hard to sound weepy. "Would you
rub it and make it feel better now?

He laughed softly. He placed his hand on her soft sweet ass, and
rubbed it around. That feels just like my wife's, he though. Only...
softer and smoother... way littler... and... dare I even think it?
Sexier?

She lay, comfortably, feeling him rub and squeeze her bottom. His
hands felt good on her. She thought of something. "Daddy," she said,
"Kiss it and make it better."

He did laugh at that. But he leaned down, and kissed her firmly, on
one cheek, and then the other. Then again, and again. He smothered her
bottom with kisses. She felt him spread her little ass apart, and he
even kissed her right on her bottom hole. And again. Then she felt his
tongue, and he licked it. My dad is licking my poopie hole, she
thought to herself, feeling naughty. My daddy. He licked it again, and
again. The minutes stretched. He finally sat up, sighing deeply.

"You got any lotion?" she asked. He laughed again.

"It just so happens I do," he said, and stood her up. He retrieved a
tube of hand lotion from his workbench, and sat back down. She
sniffled theatrically, even though the pain was long gone, and lay
back across his knees. Once again, she dropped her leg to the floor,
and spread her other leg. She felt the cool lotion on her bottom, and
it felt good. He began to rub it in.

"You guys okay out there?" she heard her mom call through the door.
Don't come out, don't come out, Saffron thought. We need our privacy.

"Almost done," her dad said loudly. He rubbed and rubbed, staring at
her cute little cunt, exposed to his gaze. He wanted to touch it bad,
but he didn't. He had that much self control, at least. At the moment,
he did.

"Harder," said Saffron, and he dutifully rubbed harder. That feels so
good, thought Saffron. We gotta do this more often. I gotta remember
to be bad more often. She felt his slippery hand in the crack of her
butt, and he rubbed her sweet little bottom hole. It felt as good as
when he'd licked it. Oh, she thought, do that.

"Daddy," she whispered loudly, "Do that."

"You like that, hmmm..." he said, laughing softly to himself. I need a
spanking, now, he thought. She's my daughter. Shame on me. But he
didn't stop, he rubbed and pressed on her cute little rosebud. On
impulse he squirted some lotion on his finger, and slowly, gently
pressed his finger into her body. She didn't say anything, but he felt
her tense up, and he could feel her strong little sphincter squeezing
against his finger. First knuckle, and then the second. She finally
relaxed, and he gently ran his finger in and out of her rectum, over
and over. She sighed, a long gasping tremulous sigh. He hoped it felt
good. It sure as hell felt good to him. Good and sexy. He thought the
same thing Father Barrington had thought. I did not know this about
myself.

"Darlin'," he finally said, after a few minutes. "Enough is enough. We
gotta stop. Run in the house and finish your dinner." 

She didn't want to stop, but she knew he was right. Enough was enough.
There'd always be another time, she thought. She slid off him, and he
stood, rearranging something inside his pants. She giggled to see him
sniffing his finger. Silly man! She ran back into the house. Her
little brother was eating the peas off her plate.

"You little jerk!" she said, mad again. It was too soon, though. She
forced herself to calm down, content with just glaring at him.
There'll be other times, she thought. There'll be other times.





Part Two





Saffron was pleased. Everything seemed to be going well for her. She'd
managed to stay out of trouble for several months now. And she was
still getting to do fun stuff, her daddy played with her bottom every
few nights, usually when he put her to bed. Sometimes he would read
her a story, with his hand beneath the covers. She'd lay on her side,
and he'd rub her little poopie hole, and sometimes he'd lick his
finger and stick his finger in it. She liked that the best. A few
times he'd played with her mouse, in the front, he'd squish her little
lips together, where her little happy bump was, and she just squirmed
with pleasure. She liked that the best, although he didn't do it that
often. He always did it when he gave her a bath, at least.

"Bill, you are spoiling that child. Let her give herself a bath," her
mother said once, but luckily her mother often worked late, and that's
when her dad played with her, best of all. She loved bathtime.





One day, at school, after doing so good, Saffron had a relapse. One
the playground, again. And this time it was a boy. This one was the
most unfair of all, because she didn't start it. She sure as hell
ended it, though. The boy came at her, murder in his eyes. She was
just defending herself, herself and her friend Eloise. He drew back
his hand to hit her, but she was faster. She popped him right in the
nose, and he screamed. Blood streamed from his nose. The playground
attendants came at a run, and Saffron made the long walk to the
principal's office. Yet again. She wasn't too worried, she knew how it
worked, now. She'd just get a little spanking. And maybe get her
little butt rubbed. She actually kind of looked forward to it,
although she knew Mr. Roberts hit hard.

She sat in his office, and waited. And waited, and waited. Finally,
his secretary started puttering around and she put her jacket on, like
she was going somewhere. She knocked on his door, and opened it when
she heard his voice.

"I have to go, Mr. Roberts," she said. "My doctor's appointment is at
twelve thirty. I'll see you tomorrow morning."

He said something, and the woman turned, smiled and winked at Saffron,
and left. She sat there for another ten minutes before she heard his
voice telling her to enter. He called her by name, even.

She went in and sat down at the usual chair.

"Well, if it isn't my friend Saffron!" he said heartily. She smiled
weakly. He was always like this at first. She knew how the game was
played.

"Saffron, Saffron," he said. "And you were doing so well."

"Yep," she said, sighing.

"Well, I hear this time it's not all your fault. So I'm going to go
easy on you."

"Yep," she said. Good, she thought.

"Although... a little punishment is still in order. But I have an
idea, something new. Something that might feel as good as it stings.
Are you up for it?"

"Yep," she said, nodding. Whatever. As long as he remembered to rub
her bottom.

He stood, and went to the door and made sure it was firmly shut. He
locked the lock. She waited.

Mr. Roberts sat on the couch just like he had when she got spanked.
Shit, she thought. Again? 

"I'm not going to spank you, Saffron," he said, confusing her further.

"Dear," he motioned, and she came over and stood right in front of
him, like he seemed to want.

He talked to her for a while, oddly, about things that didn't have
anything to do with why she was there. His questions got more and more
personal, although she didn't really realize it.

Finally he said, "Saffron. Do you remember when I spanked you last
time?"

"Yes..." she said.

"I know you didn't like the spanking. But did you like the part where
I rubbed your bottom?"

She laughed. Of course she had. "Yes, Mr. Roberts," she said. "That
was very nice."

"Ah, good," he said. "Does anybody else rub your bottom for you?"

"Yes, my daddy..." she stopped. Maybe she shouldn't be telling
everything. She tried some damage control. "A man does. A man I know
does sometimes."

"Really! How interesting!" said Mr. Roberts. "Saffron." He sat forward
and stared intensely at her.

"Has anyone ever... stuck their finger, or anything else inside you?
In your bottom, maybe?"

She stopped and thought. Why was he asking this? It was almost like he
knew, he knew what her dad did to her. Was it safe to tell him? It
felt kind of naughty, to think about it. She decided she would tell
him, but still not tell him who.

"Yes... a man does... he sticks his finger in my poopie hole..." she
said coyly, smiling wickedly at him. 

"Really!" he said. He was thinking furiously, but she couldn't tell.

"Is it a big fat finger?" he asked. He was wondering if it really was
a finger, at all.

"Pretty big, yes. And he does it all the way in. It makes me feel like
I need to poop," she said, volunteering even more information. She
didn't realize how much she was making his day. His plans for her grew
even more extravagant.

He finally said, "I am going to do something... to your bottom. It
might sting a little, but I think it might feel good to you. But it
has to be our secret. Do you understand?"

"Yep," she said. That didn't seem good enough for him.

"Saffron. If you tell anyone, I'll have to give you a real spanking. A
lot longer and harder than that one last time. Do you understand?"

"Yep," she said.

"Did you tell your parents last month you got a spanking from me?" he
asked.

"Nope," she said. He waited. Finally she expounded. "If I would have
told them, they'd be mad and I'd get another. So I don't tell. I don't
tell them nothing'," she said.

"Good, good." he said, nodding. "Now, darling. Please take your
panties off."

She just looked at him. She was getting a spanking after all. The
liar. She sighed, and dropped her panties to her ankles, stepping out
of them. To the knees wasn't good enough this time, she thought.

"Good, good," he said. He bent, and picked up her panties. He
plastered them to his face, putting them right over his nose, and she
could hear him breathing in through his nose. What a weirdo, she
thought.

"Girl. You smell good," he finally said, and she giggled. You mean my
bottom smells good, she thought. 

"Okay," he said. "Just lay down here on the couch, on your tummy. Turn
your head to one side."

He helped her lay down like what he wanted. She lay there, still
thinking she was going to get a spanking. He turned her head to the
right, and she stared at the wall. Shit, she thought, shit. She waited
for the first smack.

He was busily doing something behind her. She tried to look behind
her, but he was on her other side. She heard a zipper. What is he
doing? she thought. She felt him raise her dress up, and drape it
across her waist. She knew her bare bottom was in view. This is not
the first time he's seen it, at least.

"Saffron. I'm going to put some lotion on your bottom. Hold still," he
said. After a moment she felt his hands on her little butt, rubbing
around. A moment after that, she felt his finger, right on her bottom
hole. She did feel some lotion, then, and he rubbed and smeared it all
around her bottom hole. He even pressed his finger inside her
slightly, like her daddy did sometimes. That felt pretty good, as it
always did.

"Saffron, dear," Mr. Roberts said. "Have you already pooped today?"

What a personal question, she thought. But she answered truthfully.
"Yes, sir. Before I went to school. I almost always poop before I go
to school."

"Good, good," he said. Why is that good? she wondered. Sometimes
adults said "good" for no good reason, she knew.

She felt his hands on her lower legs then, and he spread her legs
apart. Way far apart, so far that most of her body weight was now on
her stomach on the couch cushions. She finally stretched her legs out
way straight, just holding them up by the tips of her toes.

"Yes, good," he said. She wasn't sure what he was talking about any
more. Some of this is just not making sense, she thought.

"Saffron. Dear," he said. She nodded her head, trying to look at him.
But she couldn't see that far behind her.

"Can I have your assurance you will tell no one about this? About your
punishment today? I'll go easy on you, if you tell no one."

"I won't tell, Mr. Roberts," she said. "I don't wanna get in more
trouble."

"Good, good," he said. She felt something touch her, right on her
bottom hole. Oh, good, she thought. He's gonna stick his finger in it,
again. She felt him push against her body, harder and harder. Finally
something did enter her body, but it sure didn't feel like his finger.
It was way bigger around than that. It started to hurt, it was so big
around.

"Mr. Roberts..." she said, screwing her face up, trying not to cry.

"Yes, darling," he said, and stopped pushing. Whatever it was, it was
inside her body. She could feel it. She did feel like she needed to
poop, then. She pushed against it, hard, but it didn't budge. Whatever
is he doing, she thought. Is that really his finger?

"Are you okay now?" he asked, and she finally nodded. She felt him
push a little harder. Tears leaked from her eyelids. That did hurt, it
stung. It actually wasn't as bad as when he'd spanked her, but it
still stung.

He just pushed and pushed against her. She finally felt something, it
felt like him, on the inside of her legs and on her bottom. Then the
thing in her pulled out, and pushed back in. That stung. She gasped,
and he stopped immediately.

"You can go ahead," she finally said. It didn't hurt that bad. Her
bottom just felt so full, though. It really really felt like she had
to go, bad. Like she had to poop.

She felt his hand, then, reaching around her leg, and touching her in
her private place. In that place that her daddy rubbed sometimes,
where it felt so good. Her happy bump. Oh yes, she thought, you can do
whatever you want if you'll just do that to me. He rubbed her slowly,
and she just loved it. She hardly noticed the pain in her little ass
any more.

He just moved that thing in her bottom in and out, in and out, and
rubbed her happy spot. She sighed again, and let the pleasure of the
moment take her away. Even her bottom felt pretty good, by now. Every
time he pulled the thing out, it felt like she was pooping. And we all
know how good that feels.

He went on for a long time. Finally, she noticed he was getting faster
and harder. She felt his body touching her, back there, almost
slamming into the insides of her thighs. He was getting kind of rough,
actually. But his finger felt so good. She was tingling all over now,
and having goose bumps. Her body flooded with sensations, and almost
overloaded. She sighed and gasped for breath, and locked her knees and
squeezed her bottom so hard she heard him gasp behind her. The thing
in her bottom went slower and slower. He was sighing loudly, also.

He finally stopped. She felt the thing in her bottom slowly moving out
of her, like she was pooping. She grunted and strained, and it popped
out of her body. It felt wonderful, and she giggled slightly. She felt
like she'd just taken a giant poop in Mr. Roberts office. Crazy.

She was just content to lay there, while he moved around behind her.
He finally touched her on the shoulder. Up, girl, he said, and she
rose. He stood her up, and took her hand. He led her to a door in the
wall, and opened it. She was surprised to see a little bathroom. He's
got his own bathroom, she thought. He led her into it, and seated her
on the toilet.

"My dear," he spoke. "Try your best to poop. See if there's any poop
in you, okay?"

I'll try, she thought. There probably won't be, but I'll try. To her
great surprise, when she strained, something squirted out of her
bottom. Water, or something. She heard it splash into the water
beneath her. That was in me? she thought, surprised.

He took a few squares of toilet paper, and leaned her over forward. He
wiped her bottom, and she felt moisture smear over her little rump. He
did it again, and then once more. She finally felt clean. He lifted
the last wad of paper to his nose, and sniffed it. She just shook her
head. What was it with grown-ups, and smells? And not good smells,
either. Crazy.

"You may put your panties back on, dear," he said, and she jumped off
the toilet and retrieved them. She slid them up, and into place.
Although... her bottom did itch, some.

"Do you feel okay, darling?" he asked.

"Yes, but my poopie hole itches," she said.

"Well, drop your panties and lean over. I'll put some lotion on it."
he said, pleased. She didn't know it, but he was pleased.

She did, laying across the couch, and she was content to lay there
while he rubbed the lotion into her little asshole. He pushed his
finger in a bit, feeling her tough little sphincter push against him.
She had a bitchin' sphincter, he thought. That damn thing almost
pinched my dick off. Then he thought, damn, I'm going about this all
wrong. I should have offered to kiss and make it better.

"Mr. Roberts," said Saffron, about that time. "My daddy always kisses
it and makes it better."

He was pleased. Lotion or no lotion, he was pleased. He bent his face
down into her little ass, and kissed and kissed her cute little
asshole. What a day, he thought. What a fucking day. I get to fuck a
little girl in the ass, and then kiss her asshole. What a fucking job
I have. It's tough, but somebody's gotta do it. As her dad did, he
graduated from kissing to licking. She liked that. Saffron liked to be
licked. And it felt really good, down there. Her pooper didn't itch,
any more.

"Saffron. Dearest. You remember your promise?" he finally asked, after
maybe ten minutes, and she nodded.

"Don't worry, Mr. Roberts. I won't tell anybody. Like I said, I don't
wanna get in trouble."

"Thank you, dear," he said. "Thank you."





She was still thinking about it, a few days later. It was kinda fun,
although... it had stung some. And her bottom felt kinda strange all
day. But, it had been fun, she decided. She liked it. She liked it
enough to do it again. I wonder, she thought, I wonder if I just went
to him, if he'd do it, even if I hadn't been bad. Punishment? That was
punishment? It was the funnest punishment she'd ever had, if it was
punishment. Except for the stinging part, it was fun.

A few  nights later, her mom was at work, and her dad offered to give
her a bath before bedtime. Okay, she thought, cool. Let's have a
little fun. She stripped down in her room, and followed him to the
bathroom. He ran a tub of water, and she carefully got in it. She lay
back, and he crouched on the floor beside the tub like he always did.
Good, she thought. Let the fun begin.

He grasped her little pussy in his hands, gently smashing her cunt
lips together, grinding her little clit in the middle of them. He
could see her legs trembling in the water, and she closed her eyes and
sighed loudly. He could tell she was loving the shit out of it. He
wondered again if she was cumming when he did it. She sure seemed like
it sometimes. He hoped she was, he hoped he was giving her that much
pleasure. He wanted her to remember how much fun it was, how good it
felt. He still wasn't sure how long he should do it, how old he should
let her get... he knew he'd never want to give it up, but he knew at
some point he'd have to. Jeezus, he thought. She has me so hooked on
this. I look forward to this more than to fucking my old lady. This is
way more fun. Shit.

She lay in the water, just enjoying the sensations flooding her brain.
Her dad was so good at this. And nobody was here to disturb her. Her
little brother came in and out occasionally, but he didn't bother
them. And he didn't seem to know what was going on. Good.

The tingles and the goosebumps finally stopped, and she sat up a
little and opened her eyes.

"Thank you, daddy," she said. "That felt very good."

"Always glad to please, Saffron dearest," he said, and laughed. This
girl. She was just too much. She turned him on so much it hurt.

"Daddy..." Saffron said, thinking hard. She wasn't ready to stop
playing. And he'd just messed with her mouse, then. Her bottom hadn't
gotten anything.

"Yes, dear," he said, giving her his full attention.

"Will you rub my bottom? My poopie hole?" she asked, and she leaned
forward, until she stood on her hands and knees in the tub. She put
her head down as low as she could, until her little bottom stuck up in
the air. He was entranced. She had the cutest little ass. And that
little rosebud... lovely... he remembered that time in the garage,
when he'd licked her sweet little asshole. That was one of the high
points of his whole life, he'd finally realized. Every time he fucked
his wife, now, that's what was in his mind. The feel of her little
asshole on his tongue, and her tart taste. He doubted if he could cum,
any more, just thinking about grown-up sex shit. Nothing would do it,
now, but her sweet little asshole.

He was almost sorry he'd let her wash it, tonight. He'd lick it again
tonight, but it wouldn't have any flavor. Maybe tomorrow night, he
thought. Don't get carried away with this shit, though, you are
playin' with fire. Playin' with fire.

He dipped his finger in he shampoo bottle, and placed it right in the
center of her sweet little rosebud. He pushed it, slowly, feeling her
sphincter fight him, but he won. Finally, his knuckles were up against
her bottom. He was in all the way. He gently began an in-and-out
motion, feeling the inside of her rectum sliding sexily against his
finger tip. Oh, goddam, he thought. Remember this moment forever.
Remember what this child is giving you.

Saffron was content just to kneel there, and let him finger-fuck her
asshole. Of course, she didn't know those words, she just knew the
feelings and the sensations flooding her brain. She enjoyed the
sensation of something moving in and out of her bottom hole. It felt
good. That thing Mr. Roberts had put into her, that felt good, too. It
was way bigger than a finger. She wished she knew what he'd used, so
she could tell her dad to do it that way. His finger felt good, but
she wished it was bigger. Poops are bigger, she thought. Whatever goes
into me should be as big as a poop, at least.

With his middle finger, he rubbed her little cunt ever time he went
forward. He tried to rub her clit, but her little clit was so tiny it
was hard to find. He hoped he was doing it for her, though. He
wondered if she'd cum again, just from having her butt played with.
She liked her butt played with, it was almost like she had a clit in
it. Crazy girl.

He finally heard the door downstairs. Shit.

"Time to wrap it up, girl," he said, pulling his finger out. He leaned
forward, and gave her a big lick, right on her rectum. She giggled. He
licked again. Goddam, goddam. He was hooked on her ass.

"Do I have to get out, Daddy?" she said.

"No, I just have to go. I'll get in trouble from mom for not letting
you give yourself a bath." he said. He winked at her, and left the
room. She sat in the tub, humming. She farted softly, and giggled at
the bubbles it made. She was happy. It had been fun. And, she knew
they'd do it again, in a night or two.





On the days that both her mom and dad worked, Saffron and her little
brother stayed at day care. That was just damn expensive, and her mom
shopped around online and finally found a sitter that charged
substantially less. And, it was better, there would be far few kids,
and so on.

The first few weeks that Saffron and her little brother stayed with
Miss Mars, nothing out of the ordinary happened. It was fun for them,
it was something new, and they got to play in a real back yard, and
Miss Mars even had a tiny dog. It was lots of fun.

Miss Mars was that rarest of breeds of pervert, the lesbian pedophile.
She was in her mid thirties, never married, although she did have a
few girlfriends she got it on with, occasionally. But that was not
what she lived for. She lived for sweet little girls. And Saffron was
one of the sweetest. She loved the little girl desperately, but she
bided her time. She was very cautious, and because of that she'd never
gotten herself in trouble.

She talked and talked to Saffron, and seemed to forge a bond with the
girl. Saffron really liked her, for some reason. She felt like they
were just a couple of girls, hanging out. Miss Mars made her feel
grown-up, and special. Miss Mars was good at that, having honed her
technique over the years.

"Saffron, dear," Miss Mars said one afternoon, when they were just
sitting and talking. Her little brother was out in the back yard.

"Yes?"

"Do you ever... I know this is kind of a grown up question... do you
ever... touch yourself? Down there?" Miss Mars motioned to her own
crotch. Saffron giggled.

"Yes, lots," she said. Miss Mars had expected her to be relatively
uninhibited, she knew the girl that well by now, but she hadn't
expected her just to come out and say it like that.

"Well, goodness," she said. "So do I, dear. Everybody does. It feels
good, doesn't it?"

"Yeah," said Saffron. And then surprised the woman again. "It feels
better when somebody else does it."

"Yes, it does, doesn't it." Miss Mars left it at that. Enough for one
day. Little steps, she thought.





A few days later Saffron and her brother were over there, again. They
were talking again, and Miss Mars moved things up a notch.

"Saffron... the other day you said it felt better when somebody
touched your bottom for you. You have somebody that does that, on a
regular basis?" She knew without doubt, almost, that it would be the
father. It was always the father, she thought. The pig, she thought.
Stealer of innocence. Miss Mars didn't exactly see herself as a
stealer of innocence, she saw herself as a teacher of love. She had
her faults, but she was really pretty righteous, for a pervert.

"Yes..." Saffron remembered her conversation with Mr. Roberts. "A man
does it, sometimes... it feels good. He sticks his finger in my poopie
hole."

"I see. And that feels good?"

"Yes, way good."

"Yes, way good. And has he ever stuck his finger in your other hole?"

"My... other hole?" Saffron hadn't really realized yet that her pussy
was a hole. Her whole experience with her pussy had pretty much
revolved around her clit, in fact. 

"Yes, dear... you have another hole... in front of your poopie hole. A
hole that makes you a girl."

"Okay..." Saffron was bemused.

"Maybe tomorrow I'll show it to you," said Miss Mars. "But you have to
promise not to tell anyone I did. I don't want you to get in trouble."

Man, thought Saffron. There are so many ways to get in trouble in the
world. And most of them are about telling the wrong thing to the wrong
person. It's better to just keep your mouth shut. Saffron was pretty
good by now at keeping her mouth shut, it had gotten her into trouble
in the past.

"Miss Mars," she said. "I don't tell nobody nothin'. That way I don't
get into trouble. I keep my mouth... shut."

"Good girl," said Miss Mars, her mind racing furiously. This had...
possibilities. Lots of possibilities.





It was several days again before Saffron and her brother stayed with
Miss Mars. When they did, Miss Mars was ready to play. She spent a lot
of time thinking about the young girl, and imagining the things she
could do with her. She'd assembled a small kit of things to help her,
and had them on the table beside her bed. She was ready.

They spent the first half of the day just goofing around, Miss Mars
played with Saffron's little brother a lot, because she knew she was
going to ignore him, once the fun started. She took him in the
bathroom at one point, and held his little cock for him, while he peed
into the toilet. They are so cute at this stage, she mused, how sad
most of them turn into rapists. She jacked his little cock, and he
giggled. She half-way wished he could get hard, she'd love to see a
hard little pre-teen cock. He would be fun to play with, she thought,
but he's not my focus. The girl is. The girl is going to be...
delectable.

Saffron's brother went outside, to play with the dog.

"Darling," Miss Mars said to Saffron. "Would you please come into my
bedroom with me?" Miss Mars had already made sure the front door was
locked. Saffron followed her into the back bedroom.

"Darling, let's have some fun." Miss Mars said. "We already talked
about this, some. I know you like to have your bottom played with. And
your mouse. Let's do some of that."

Saffron was all for the idea. She had no inhibitions about this,
whatsoever, what with her recent experiences. She loved the feelings
her body gave her. This sounded like fun to her.

Miss Mars stripped her clothes off, and Saffron got her first look at
a naked female body. Miss Mars was beautiful, she thought. Slim and
attractive, a thin waist, and two nice plump boobies. Saffron looked
at her girl place. It was as smooth as Saffron's. Saffron didn't know
about pubic hair, though. It looked perfectly natural to her.

Miss Mars lifted Saffron's sundress over her head. Saffron slid her
panties down and kicked them off. Miss Mars' breath caught in her
throat. The child was simply divine. A pre-teen love goddess. My
tongue is gonna go there, Miss Mars promised herself, looking at
Saffron's plump little mons. My fucking tongue is gonna go there.

Miss Mars sat on the bed, and motioned the child up. Saffron crawled
up, and sat beside her. 

"Lean back, darling," Miss Mars said. "Let me look at you."

Saffron leaned back, and she felt Miss Mars spreading her legs for
her. Miss Mars squatted in the floor, and nestled between Saffron's
legs. The child was just too much, she thought. Miss Mars had tasted
many children over the years. It's just what she did. But she knew
this one was special. This one seemed ready to play. This girl was too
much.

She spread Saffron's little pussy with her fingers, and rubbed the
girl's clit. Saffron sighed, and squirmed. Miss Mars knew that felt
good. She had a clit, herself. Miss Mars reached over to the table
beside her bed, and picked out her favorite sex toy. A small vibrator,
one that vibrated like mad. She'd played with her own clit with it so
much sometimes that her clit went numb. It was positively insane, how
hard it vibrated.

She turned it on, and pressed it again Saffron's clit. Saffron
exploded, her feet pounding against the bed frame, her head pounding
against the bed. She just blew up. Miss Mars laughed softly. She knew
well how good that bitch felt. It was a fucking mindblower.

Saffron came, that quick. She had the most intense cum she'd ever had,
probably pretty high on the charts of what it was capable that a
pre-teen could have. Her whole body shook, and she panted like a dog.

"Oh, Miss Mars," she said, her voice ragged, "Do that again. Please."

Miss Mars laughed gently and held the vibrator on the young girl's
clit. Miss Mars loved this shit. Initiating youngsters in the art of
self-love, as she thought of it. She wished she could let the girl
take the vibrator home, but she knew she couldn't do that. It's all
the girl would do, if she did. She'll just have to be satisfied with
it, over here, she thought. Well do this again. Fuck yeah, we'll do
this again.

Saffron had another orgasm, and a bit later a third. The vibrator
demanded it. It wouldn't take no for an answer. And Miss Mars had just
put fresh batteries in it. Saffron stuck her little legs out in the
air, and locked her knees, and came. She came like a fucking volcano.
For a kid, she came well. Intensely, and for a long time. Miss Mars
was amazed.

"Saffron. Sit up and look at yourself, dear." Miss Mars said, helping
the girl rise. Saffron was weak and woozy. Her head was spinning. 

"Darling, this is what I was talking about. This is your other hole."
Miss Mars put her finger in the mouth of Saffron's cunt. She pressed
in slightly, feeling the resistance. How lucky I have small fingers,
Miss Mars thought.

"This is your vagina, your mouse as you call it. Also known as pussy,
snatch, and cunt, though we don't usually say those out loud."

Saffron nodded, trying to understand. That was a hole, then, she
thought. Miss Mars was pressing her finger into it, deeper and deeper.
It hurt a little, but it wasn't bad.

Miss Mars finally stopped, half her middle finger deep, and slowly,
gently sawed her finger in and out. Saffron sighed.

"That feels good, Miss Mars," she said. She was glad she had another
hole there. She wanted to tell her dad, now. She wondered if he knew
there was a second hole. He could do this, too, he could stick his
finger in it.

Miss Mars finally just could not wait any longer. Her mouth was
watering. She was fucking hungry.

"Saffron, my little lover," she said. "I am going to taste you. I am
going to lick you until you have a nice little cum. Okay?"

"Okay," said Saffron, not totally understanding, but not caring,
either. She just knew that whatever Miss Mars did was probably going
to be fun and feel good. She was right.

Well, Saffron thought later, it wasn't as good as that buzzing thing,
but it was lots of fun. And, she did cum, again. Saffron was getting
good at cumming. She was becoming a big fan of it. She loved the
sensations blasting through her little head. She had cum, once before,
when Mr. Roberts fingered her clit, and now, she'd had so many today
she couldn't hardly count them. It was lots of fun. This child is
definitely multi-orgasmic, Miss Mars thought. Lucky her.

Miss Mars flipped the girl, and stuck her little butt up in the air.
She buried her face in Saffron's ass, and licked and sucked for all
her might. God, the girl tasted good. Spicy and tart, sweaty and a
nice overall pussy taste... Jeezus... this was some good shit. She
could tell just from the slightly shitty taste that Saffron had pooped
since she'd had a bath, and it turned her on like mad. Miss Mars, for
all her nasty-nice personality, was kind of a shit freak too, she
loved to let her girlfriends shit on her body, in the shower. She
didn't eat it, but she loved to play in it, sometimes. She loved
Saffron's spicy semi-shitty little asshole. She just licked it up.

Finally Miss Mars lay beside her on the bed, exhausted. Fucking around
was hard work. 

"Miss Mars. Do that buzzing thing again please," said Saffron, and
Miss Mars brought her to a screaming orgasm again with the vibrator.
Saffron was hooked on that shit. I wanna do this every time I come
over here, she thought. This is just way too much fun. 

Miss Mars looked at the clock. Thirty more safe minutes, she thought. 

"Saffron, dearest," she said, "I want to put my finger in your little
pussy. May I, please?"

Saffron nodded and relaxed, her legs spread wide. Her little cunt was
red and almost felt like it was glowing, to her. It felt good, even
when she was just laying there. It had had quite a workout today.

Miss Mars squeezed some creme onto her finger from a tube, and sat
back, between Saffron's wide-spread legs. She positioned her finger at
the mouth of the girl's sweet little cunt, and slowly pushed into it.
I will be happy, thought Miss Mars, if this kid can cum just one time,
if she can have a nice vaginal orgasm. My mission here will be
complete.

She slowly pushed deeper and deeper. Saffron twitched and wiggled a
little, but never seemed to be in pain. Miss Mars had looked closely
into her little cunt, but hadn't seen any appreciable maidenhead. She
wouldn't have done this if she had seen a tightly closed hymen, she
knew better than to leave a mark. 

Her knuckles finally were resting again the outside of Saffron's
pussy. Her middle finger was deep in the child. Good. She carefully,
slowly began moving it in and out, and Saffron sighed loudly, and
settled into the bed a little deeper. The oldest trick in the book,
thought Miss Mars, and it still feels nice. Too bad the oppressor sex
is built so well for this shit. You'd almost think we were made for
each other. The bastards.

She looked at the clock again, later. Fifteen minutes had gone by, and
Saffron was still content to just lay there, and let Miss Mars pump
into her cunt. Miss Mars slowly began to speed up, and reached up with
her thumb and bumped Saffron's clit each time her finger went deep.

Finally, at long last, she could tell the girl was cumming. It wasn't
an earth-shaking explosion like she had with the vibrator, but Miss
Mars felt like it was a quality orgasm. A good one. She continued for
a while, and slowly stopped. She withdrew her finger, and popped it
into her mouth. Damn, damn. The kid tasted good. Shit-fire.

Saffron just lay there, almost drowsing. She'd had a fun afternoon.
Miss Mars pulled her up her shorts, and dropped her shirt over her
chest. She went out in the living room to check on the boy. He was
watching TV. She returned to her bedroom.

She sat beside Saffron, and took the girl in her arms. She just hugged
the little naked body to her, and rocked her. Saffron smiled sleepily,
and yawned.

"Darling, dearest darling," Miss Mars said. "I love you more than life
itself. I hope for the best for you, whatever path you choose. Thank
you for a wonderful afternoon. Thank you for sharing with me. Thank
you for being such a good girl."

"You're welcome, Miss Mars," said Saffron, sighing deeply. Saffron
decided that, after her mom, Miss Mars was her favorite girl in the
whole world. She makes me feel so good, she thought.

Miss Mars kissed her, a long, open-mouth kiss. Saffron giggled as she
felt the woman's tongue tickle her lips. 

"Thank you, darling, thank you," Miss Mars said again.

She helped Saffron get dressed. She did rub a little hand lotion on
Saffron's cunt, her little pussy was red and looked hot. No wonder,
thought Miss Mars. No fucking wonder.

She stood Saffron before her, before they left the room.

"Remember..." Miss Mars said, "Our secret? Right?"

"Yes, Ma'am," said Saffron, giggling. No way in hell was she telling
anybody about this. And take a chance on it never getting to happen
again? No way.





That night, she lay in the bathtub as her daddy squeezed her little
pussy lips together. That felt good, she thought, but that buzzing
thing... that had been pretty intense. She wished she had one of
those. She wished she could tell her dad about her adventures at Miss
Mars's house, but she was a pretty good secret keeper, by now. 

"Daddy..." she said. "Did you know I have another hole, other than my
poopie hole?" 

He laughed, and nodded. She was just now figuring that out?

She continued, "Daddy. Can you stick your finger in it?"





Part Three





Saffron was feeling pretty good about herself. She had a nice thing
going on with her sitter, Miss Mars. Every time she went over there
they played with the buzzer, and she loved the shit out of that. That
thing just blew her little mind. And her principal, Mr. Roberts... she
visited him on a regular basis, and she had fun there, too. 

In fact... she was headed to Mr. Robert's office right now. He'd
stopped her in the hall yesterday, and told her that she could come
visit him this afternoon. Something about his secretary being gone, or
some silly thing that had nothing to do with it, she thought. She was
still happy to go. She knew that something that felt good was going to
happen.

He was waiting for her, his door open. She went right on in like she
owned the place. He was sitting at his desk, and he smiled when he saw
her. 

"Well, well!" he said, "my favorite girl!" At least he didn't say
troublemaker, she thought. She smiled a big smile at him. She liked
him. Even though he'd spanked her that time, she liked him.

"Shut the door, girl," he said, and she shut and locked the door. He
nodded.

"And what are you here for, my dear?" he asked, and she snorted. He
knew full well why she was here.

"Mr. Roberts," she said. "I'm here for you to play with my poopie
hole, and maybe my big girl hole, too."

He just laughed. He'd known, yes. What is it with this girl? he
wondered. She was as sexual, as fucking horny as a big girl. Was that
natural? In all his years in he school system, he'd never met one like
her. He'd played around with his share of sweet things, she most
certainly wasn't his first, but she was the best. She acted like she
almost expected it, now. That actually wasn't that good of a thing, he
hoped she didn't get careless. She did seem pretty good at keeping a
secret, at least...

He knelt before her, and felt up under her skirt for her panties. He
drew them down, and she stepped out of them. He grabbed them and held
him to his nose, breathing in her scent. Damn, she turned him on. 

"Darling... what do you know about your... big girl hole, as you call
it?"

"Well... my... uhm... a man I know sticks his finger in it. And a
woman, too. It feels good. Better than my bottom hole, even... I
have... I dunno what to call it... I have feelings, strongly when he
does it. It feels way good."

"Yes, I'm sure it does..." Mr. Roberts said, nodding his head. He was
planning things, in his mind. He was wondering just how far he could
go with this little girl.

"Saffron... you like things stuck in your big girl hole, then?" he
finally said. He unzipped his pants as she nodded her head.

"Yes... it feels... intense or something, I dunno what to call it..."

"You, I think, are having what we call orgasms... It does feel good.
Saffron. I have something I want you to look at."

Her attention was at his crotch, already. She watched him pull his
hard cock out of his pants, and he pulled out his balls, also, just to
show her.

"Saffron, these are my guy parts. I'm not going to tell you the
correct names, because I don't want you to say the words to the wrong
person. It's probably something you shouldn't know, quite yet."

How interesting, Saffron was thinking. That thing looks kinda like
Mikey's weenie. But it's way bigger. And, it sticks out instead of
hanging down. Of course, Mr. Roberts had a hard-on. He'd had one since
she walked into the room. He knew well the progression of events, when
Saffron showed up.

"That is cool, Mr. Roberts," she finally said, her eyes never leaving
it. She hesitantly reached out her hand, and grasped it. It just felt
natural to grab it around the shaft, and she did. He sighed. This kid.
He didn't even have to ask her.

"Saffron. Big girls put these in their mouths, and suck on them," he
said, hoping she'd take the hint. "Big girls" was all she had to hear.
She thought of herself as a big girl, because of the things she did.
She immediately leaned forward, and sucked his cock into her mouth.

Fortunately for Mr. Roberts, he was not a giant. I say fortunately
because of his choices of where he stuck his cock. Saffron's little
butt, for instance. He'd butt-fucked her three times so far, and hoped
for many more. If his cock had even been average, he probably wouldn't
have been able to get away with it. He was smaller than average,
though, slimmer. That made it easier to do the things he did. And, the
things he planned on.

"Saffron, this is what a man puts into a woman's body. In her girl
hole," he said, as she sucked him. She nodded, as best she could. She
was enjoying the sensation of having him in her mouth. It felt good,
and slightly naughty. Saffron was hooked on that naughty feeling, as
much as anything. She sucked harder, feeling him twitch beneath her.

"We can try that, if you wish," he said, and she nodded again.

He was content to let her suck his cock. She was surprisingly good at
it, for a first timer. She had some suction. He didn't want to cum in
her mouth, so he finally had to stop her.

"Darling," he said, pulling out of her mouth. "Let's try something
new. Lay up on the couch, there, on your back."

She sat on the couch, and then lay back on it. Her eyes never left his
cock. It fascinated her, the way it wiggled up and down, when he
moved. It had felt funny in her mouth, funny but good. It was soft and
warm. And hard. It was soft and hard, both. Weird.

Mr. Roberts reached in his pocket and pulled out a small bottle of
baby oil. He dribbled a little of it right into her little pussy, and
then poured some in his hand. He rubbed it into his cock, sighing.
That felt good, but he knew what was coming up was going to feel
better. If, if he could get it in her.

He had a feeling he wasn't the only one that seriously played around
with this child. She'd mentioned her dad once, and then a "man" who
did stuff to her. Obviously it was her father. He wondered how far the
man had gone with her, what he had done to her.

He examined her little pussy as best he could as he smeared the baby
oil around in it. She didn't have a tight hymen, at least. He wondered
if somebody had been there before him. But she acted like she'd never
seen a cock before... hmmm, hmmm.

He finally pushed his cock down slightly, and placed it between her
little pussy lips. He rubbed her clit for a while with it, and she
sighed with pleasure. He finally pushed his cock down, and poised it
at the gates of her womanhood. Slowly, he pushed it in.

It didn't feel that bad for Saffron, it didn't feel as bad as that
first time he'd put it into her ass. Suddenly, she knew what he had
put in her ass. This thing, she thought, this is what he's been
putting in my poopie hole all this time. She felt like she'd made a
major discovery. If it felt that good in my bottom, it should feel
that good in my top, she thought.

He pushed into her, feeling no impediments or restrictions. She was
tight, though, fuck she was tight. He was glad he had a slender dick,
something he was rarely glad of. I'm made for this, he thought, I'm
made to fuck kids. Finally, I'm glad I have a small dick.

Finally his thighs touched her bottom. He was in all the way. He
looked down, loving the sight of his hard cock disappearing into her
small body. She was just too much. She just blew his mind totally.
That she would allow this, that she almost acted like she craved it?
Too much. 

He stopped for a moment, and then withdrew, and then plunged in, to
the bottom. She gasped, and sighed deeply. He hoped it felt good. It
felt damn good, for him. He was almost cumming, it felt so good.

He wanted her to cum, though. He wanted to give that to her. He wanted
this, this pain, if any, to have a reward. He knew she could cum, he'd
made her cum every time he'd butt-fucked her by frigging her clit. He
finally put his thumb on her little clit, just for insurance, and
began to stroke it. She wiggled even more. She seemed to be eating
this shit up, he thought.

He just knelt there, and pumped his cock in and out of the child's
body. He was thankful again, of his career choices. It's all worth it,
today, he thought. All that fucking trouble is worth it, thanks to one
little girl. One fabulous little fuck-toy. My little fuck-toy.

To his credit, Saffron was enjoying herself immensely. She felt full,
stuffed full of him. Just like when he was in her bottom. It felt
good... and that in and out thing? That really made it feel good. She
could feel twinges in the backs of her legs, and goose bumps on her
inner thighs... she knew she was going to have on of those things
again... what did he call it again? An orginasm? She looked forward to
that.

She did cum, and he let himself cum when he felt her starting. He
actually hadn't planned on cumming in her, he didn't want to leave
evidence... but it was impossible to stop, now that he'd come this
far. There's no way he could have held back. He filled her little
pussy with his semen, some of it pistoning out and dribbling down her
asshole. Fuck, that is sexy, he thought, looking down, seeing his
sperm bubble and squirt out of her cunt. Fuck.

He finally pulled out of her body, and she sighed again. Even that
felt good to her. He went to his bathroom and got a towel, and wiped
her little butt and pussy down. He put his cock back in his pants, and
suddenly, on impulse, he stopped and got out his phone. He took a
whole series of pictures of her, as she lay on his couch, her legs up
to her chest, her little cunt exposed, wide open. She smiled brightly
for him,  laughing. She liked to have her picture taken. She was so
beautiful. I'll have to get that encryption program for sure, now, he
thought. Don't want these falling into the wrong hands. Into any
hands.

He still worried that she was full of his cum. He finally bent down to
her her, and sucked as much as he could out of her pussy. Ordinarily,
he would have been disgusted to think of eating his own sperm, but the
girl turned him on so much... he was happy just eating her little
pussy out. He sucked and slurped and wiped, and hoped she was clean
enough. He sniffed her, and yes, she smelled like sperm. Have to just
hope, he thought.

"Darling," he said. Here we go, she thought. Grown-ups always have to
talk after we do stuff like this.

"Thank you for what you have allowed. I love you dearly, little
Saffron. You are my favorite in this whole school. You are the most
beautiful little creature in the world. I will love you and remember
you forever. Thank you again."

She nodded. Grown-ups. Blah blah blah. She had had her fun. She was
ready to go back to class now.





A few days later, Miss Mars brought her to the brink on insanity,
almost, with the buzzer. Saffron just lay there, her whole body
shaking and trembling, and, yes, vibrating, and came again and again
and again as she woman held the madly buzzing device to her little
clit. Saffron couldn't even think coherent thoughts while it was going
on, her personality and everything just fled, and she was just a blob
of flesh, with pleasure receptors. She just went crazy.

Afterwards, Miss Mars held her and rocked in her warm strong arms.
This is what I wanna do, thought Saffron, when I grow up. I wanna have
my own buzzer, and I'll just stay in my room and let it buzz. I won't
even have any friends.

"Miss Mars," said Saffron suddenly. "I have to go. I have to poop. I
didn't poop this morning, and now I need to."

Oh holy fucking shit, thought Miss Mars, this child is too much. Is
she a mind reader? She sat up, and yanked her t-shirt off. Her bra
went in the floor. Her pants and panties followed. She went out in the
living room, and locked the front door. Mikey just stared at her like
she'd lost her mind. He'd never seen a naked adult before. She waved
and laughed at him, and went back in the bedroom.

"Saffron. Come on. To the shower, dear." she said. Saffron followed, a
bit confused. I have to poop, not get clean, she thought.

"Darling, I'm going to ask you do do something that might seem a
little strange to you," Miss Mars said, turning on the hot water,
letting it flow.

"Yes, Miss Mars," Saffron said dutifully.

"I want you to poop on me." Miss Mars said, turning the water down
until it was just a tiny stream. She got in the shower, and lay on the
floor. Her head was up against the wall, and her feet were curled up
to her chest. She motioned to Saffron, who was still just standing
there, looking confused. Saffron slowly got in the shower.

"Turn around, and squat, dear," said Miss Mars. Saffron slowly turned,
and put one foot on each side of the woman's body. She squatted down
further and further. He bottom was right over Miss Mar's tits,
basically. Miss Mars reached up and caressed the girls sweet little
asshole, then put a hand on each cheek.

"Okay, darling, whenever you're ready," Miss Mars said. 

"When I'm ready? Ready to poop?" said Saffron.

"Yes, dear, let it go," said Miss Mars. She could feel her cunt
oozing, already. What is it about shit? she thought. What the fuck is
it? What is fucking wrong with me?

Saffron squatted over her sitter, kind of wondering the same thing, in
kid language. She finally felt a twitch from her bottom, and a cute
little fart emerged from her butt. She giggled, wondering if Miss Mars
had been ready for that.

Miss Mars was ready to be shit on, so a fart was not a problem. She
giggled herself at the way the little girl's asshole had opened for a
second, then puckered back up. Farts were funny, actually. They both
thought that.

Miss Mars was watching eagerly when the first little turd peeked out
from Saffron's butt. Her asshole slowly dilated, and the pointed tip
of a turd peeked out. Further and further it came, and the air filled
with the smell of fresh kid shit. Miss Mars breathed in deeply through
her nose, and waited expectantly. Finally, with a satisfying plop, the
turd broke off and fell onto her chest. Right onto her left tit.
Perfect. It rolled down her side. She waited eagerly for more.

Again and again the child's asshole unpuckered, and a turd emerged
each time. Finally one fell in the center of her chest, and stayed on
top of her. She looked at it. Structurally perfect. There was nothing
wrong with this child's colon. It assembled turds perfectly. They were
almost beautiful, to Miss Mars. 

Saffron was finally done. Miss Mars could see the little fingers
inside her body push and push, coming out slightly, but no more turds
emerged. The party was over.

She reached up and fingered the girl's asshole again, amazed at how
clean it was. She leaned up and pulled Saffron down slightly, and put
her tongue right into it. Perfect, she thought, perfect. She could
taste a slight shitty taste, but it wasn't bad at all. She licked and
caressed the sweet puckered rosebud with her own puckered lips. She
was in heaven. Heaven is a young girl's asshole, she thought.

She finally pushed Saffron up, and told her she could get out now.
Saffron stepped out of the shower, and found a towel. Miss Mars played
with her turd for a while, smearing it around on her tits, smelling of
it. I need some kind of counseling, she thought. This is not natural.
Fun, for me, but most definitely not natural. Even dust lint freaks me
out, but I play with shit. How weird.

Miss Mars finally got up and showered, washing Saffron's shit from her
chest. She picked up all the turds, and dropped them into the toilet
bowl beside the tub. Saffron watched all this from the door, a slight
smile on her face. She must really like me, Saffron thought, if she
likes my poops that much.





"Daddy," said Saffron, that night.

"Yes, dear," he said. He was kneeling beside the bathtub. He had just
made Saffron cum by squeezing her pussy lips, and then sticking his
finger inside her little cunt. He was powerless to stop these actions.
More and more he realized the danger, but he was powerless to stop. 

"Daddy, can I see your weenie?" Saffron said, and he snorted.

"Why you wanna do that?" he asked. He actually wanted to show it to
her, but he wanted a good reason first. She gave him one.

"I just got... curiosities," she said. "I wonder about stuff like
that. It's only fair, you've seen mine. I wanna see yours."

Shit. That's good enough. He slowly unzipped his pants, and drew his
rock-hard cock out the hole. His balls followed. Saffron giggled,
remembering to act like this was the first one she'd seen. She was a
little surprised at it, it was much larger than Mr. Roberts. And way
bigger around. She wisely realized that it would never fit in her
little hole. Probably not even her bottom.

"Thank you, daddy," she said. "That is very cool."

"You're welcome, dear," he said.

"Does it feel good?" she asked, and he nodded.

"Yes, very good."

Saffron had seen two adult cocks now, her dad's, and Mr. Roberts.
She'd never seen a soft adult one, though, and now, she just thought
this is the way they were all the time. Hard and sticking out. How
come I never see them, in their pants? she thought. Especially her
dad's. His was pretty big.

"Saffron, darling..." he said said. She looked at him inquisitively.

"Would you do something for me? Would you turn around and bend over,
so I could see your poopie hole?"

Saffron was glad to comply, although she had no idea why that would be
important to him. She watched him through her legs as he rubbed and
stroked his hands along his big weenie, looking down at her. That is
so much bigger than Mikey's, she thought. She idly wondered if Mikey's
ever stood out from his body like that. Probably not. Probably a
grown-up thing.

Her dad suddenly reached down and grabbed the little trash can by the
toilet. He placed it at the end of his weenie, and then his knees kind
of gave out and he almost sat. Saffron thought she could see stuff
coming out of the end of his weenie. Is he peeing? she thought. Is he
peeing in the trash can?

The smell was a clue. She remembered that smell from when Mr. Roberts
had put his weenie in her top hole. Now she smelled it again. Ah ha,
she thought, feeling like she'd made a discovery. That stuff is coming
out of their weenies. That is what weenies do, other than pee? Stuff
comes out of them?

"Daddy, what is that stuff?" she asked, and he laughed. He was
catching his breath. That had been intense. That was better than
fucking, he thought. Jacking off, looking at her little asshole, was
better than fucking. Jeezus.

He held the trash can down for her to look at. She saw the clear,
sticky liquid in it.

"Darling, that's what makes babies," he said, before he thought. Shit.
Don't want her to know too much.

"Babies? That stuff?" she didn't believe that. She knew babies came
from mommie's stomach. What did he think she was, just a kid?

"Yes, well, it's a bit more complicated than just that, but yes,
eventually..." he lamely wound it up. Gotta watch my big mouth, he
thought.

Well, this had been fun, Saffron thought. You learn something new
every day. Her dad had seemed to enjoy what he'd done, whatever that
was. It wasn't as weird as being pooped on, at least. What a strange
strange world the world of the grown-up is, she thought. How very
strange.





Part Four





One day, Saffron and Mikey were playing in the sandbox in the back
yard. They were being very cautious, because somebody had left the lid
off it, and they had already discovered cat poop. Darn cats.

"I'll be back I gotta pee," said Mikey, heading for the house.

"Stop!" commanded Saffron, and he stopped and looked back at her.

"What?"

"Mikey. Pee here. Behind the garage. I wanna watch." Saffron said,
feeling naughty. She loved that naughty feeling. She was hooked on it.

Mikey hesitantly came back. He stopped and looked at her for a second,
then he squirmed. He really had to go.

"Will I get in trouble?" he asked her.

"Not if nobody sees you," she said, leading him over behind the
garage, where none of the house windows looked out.

He shyly pulled down his shorts, and exposed his little cock. Saffron
watched as a stream of urine shot out, into the grass. She reached
down and stuck her finger in it, and lifted it to her mouth. Yuk. It
tasted just like hers had, once in the bathtub. She wondered about
that white stuff that had come out of her dad's weenie. Would it taste
just as bad?

"What'd you do that for," Mikey said.

"I just wonder 'bout stuff," said Saffron. "Mikey. Does your weenie
ever get stiff?"

"Stiff?"

"Does it ever stick out. Not be floppy."

"Yes, sometimes in the morning it does."

"Really." Saffron wondered if it would go in her girl hole, and if it
would feel nearly as good as Mr. Robert's big weenie had. Probably
not, she figured. Mikey had a teeny weenie, for sure.

Saffron reached out and took Mikey's little cock in her hand. He got a
funny look on his face, but he didn't run away or make her stop. It
felt kinda good, actually, he thought. She idly wiggled it around, and
clumsily jacked it back and forth.

"That feels good," he finally said, and she laughed.

"When you grow up, stuff will come out of it. Stuff that ain't pee,"
she said. He nodded wisely.

"Yeah, I know. It called jissum."

"Jissum? Where'd you hear that?" she asked.

"Donny Tilbrow's big brother. It comes out of his weenie. Donnie's
even tasted it before. He puts his big brother's weenie in his mouth
at night."

"Oh really," said Saffron. How interesting. There was just sex stuff
going on all over the place, she was realizing.

"I've put one in my mouth before, too," she said, wanting him to think
she was grown up.

"So..." he said, failing to be impressed.

"So nothing. I just have," she said. "Want me to put yours in my
mouth?"

"Uhm... I dunno... you won't bite me will you?" he asked.

"Naw, I won't"

"Uhm. I guess." He just stood there. She eyed him critically.

"Follow me," she said. There was a long narrow area, where the fence
ran, right beside the garage. She led him down it, until she felt safe
from prying eyes. There was grass back there, at least. She motioned
for him to lay down.

"What," he said.

"Lay down, dummy, I can't reach you, you're too short," she said. He
sighed and sat, then lay back. She got down on her hands and knees,
and approached him.

"Okay, you'll like this. Mr. Roberts..." she stopped. Shit. She wasn't
supposed to tell anyone. That probably included Mikey.

"Mr. Roberts what. Who is Mr. Roberts?" Mikey asked.

"Just something I saw on TV," she said. "Anyway, you'll like it."

She opened her mouth, and engulfed his small cock in it. She tasted
something tangy, that tasted like the pee she'd just tasted. That'd be
pee, she thought. She sucked it down to the end, where it went into
his body, and then out to the end, sucking hard. He made a funny
noise. She hoped he liked it.

She did this for a while, and then, to her satisfaction, she began to
feel him get harder. His little cock lengthened, and got fatter
around. She sucked even harder.

"Saffy... that feels good..." Mikey said, sighing. She nodded,
satisfied. She liked her customers to be pleased. She sucked even
harder. He groaned and moaned, and she giggled a little bit.

In the end she finally just stopped. He seemed satisfied to let her do
it as long as she wanted to. She pulled back, and looked at his little
weenie. It was a little bigger, now. It stood out from his body like
Mr. Roberts and her dad's had. I did that, she thought. How cool.

He finally pulled his pants up, and they went back inside. The day was
kind of a drag. That was the high point, for both of them.





The next day, as Miss Mars pounded her clit with the vibrator, Saffron
told the woman about sucking on Mikey's weenie. Well, as best she
could, between gasps and hiccups and sighs, she told her. Miss Mars
was secretly entranced. I bet this goddam vibrator would make him
hard, Miss Mars. It'd make a sea slug hard. There's an idea. Damn, she
thought, though. I gotta watch this shit. I'm getting carried away
with this. She played with Saffron every time the child came over,
now. Every single fucking time. I need to back off a little. Let the
kid be a kid. But it's so fucking fun...

Saffron came like the little volcano she was. Her legs locked,
sticking straight out. The tendons stood out, in her thighs inside her
legs. Her little stomach tightened and her arms trembled. Shit,
thought Miss Mars. This little bitch knows how to fucking cum. She's a
pro at it, already. That goddam vibrator. It was a son-of-a-bitch.





A few nights later the store called, and her mom trudged off to work.
Good, thought Saffron. Tonight will be... bath night. Sure enough, a
good hour before bedtime her dad asked her if she wanted a bath.

"Of course," she said. Saffron liked bathtime, any more. Well, she'd
always like it, but not like she did now.

Her dad liked it, too. He liked it way too much. He liked it so much
he was telling himself, like Miss Mars, to cool it. Too much too fast.
Slow the fuck down. He would, next time.

Saffron got in the tub and got all situated, and spread her little
legs. She knew what was next. He took his right hand and squeezed her
little cunt lips together, mashing her clit inside them. Ah, she
thought, that really feels good. Wonder why it feels so much better
when he does it than when I do it. Maybe because his hands are bigger
and stronger. Dunno.

She sighed and relaxed, feeling one of those funny things coming over
her, again. She just lived for that, now. And when Miss Mars did it,
with the buzzer... it was just incredible. Saffron really wanted one
of those buzzers. She knew what the first thing she bought for
herself, when she got a job, was. One of those darn buzzers.

Her dad stood up, and shut the door. It didn't matter, Mikey didn't
care what went on in there. He unzipped his pants, and pulled out his
big weenie.

Saffron sat up in the tub. She wanted bad to put it in her mouth, but
she was kind of afraid he would ask where she learned that from. She'd
let him suggest it, she decided. 

"Daddy..." she said. "Can I touch it?"

"Sure," he didn't have to think long on that one. Her wet little hand
reached out and encircled his hard cock. Damn, that felt good already,
he thought. She circled his shaft with one hand, pulled on the cap of
it with the other. His knees almost buckled. 

He reached down and pulled his balls out, just so she could see them.
She giggled softly, and held them gently in one hand, kind of juggling
them as she rubbed his cock with the other. The head of his dick was
hard, hard, by now. 

She played for a while, and then grasped the shaft again, with both
hands. She began a long slow stroke, literally jacking him off.
Shee-it, he thought. Where the fuck did she learn that? Is it just
instinct? Jeezus.

And she was good. His dick just got harder and harder. He began to
feel twinges in the back of his thighs, like he did before he came.
Shit, he thought. I'm gonna cum. From my little girl jacking me off.
I'm gonna fucking cum.

His mind raced. Should he stop her? How the fuck could he stop her, at
this stage? As good as it felt? Who on earth could? He knew at that
moment he wouldn't stop her. Oh shit, he thought. Here it goes.

He came, hard and strong. A giant squirt of semen shot from end of his
hard cock, and splattered on her neck and down her front. The next
squirt hit her cheek, and splattered all the way up to her forehead.
The third went to the side, and into her hair. Oh shit, he was
thinking, oh holy fucking shit, that feels good. Oh fuck, oh fuck.

She had a slightly shocked look on her face. He felt for her, but his
main thoughts at the moment were just the massive sensations blasting
down his cortex. He hoped none had gone in her eye. He knew that stung
like shit, from a masturbation accident he'd had in college.

He finally slowed, panting for breath. Damn, the girl was good. You
lookin' at a career, he thought. Goddam, goddam. She was a good
jacker-offer. Jeezus.

He didn't feel remorse until he looked down at her. She was kind of
frozen, like she didn't know what to do. Semen was all over her face,
long sticky strands of it, and a few big globs on her cheek and upper
lip. To his horror he watched her tongue emerge, and lick a few drops
from her upper lip. Shit, he thought, my little girl just tasted her
first sperm. Mine. Shit.

He dropped to his knees and seized the washrag, rinsing it in the
water.

"Hold still, honey," he said, and carefully cleaned her face off,
finally having to run the shower head to get it all out of her hair.
He felt pretty bad by then, and he was kicking himself mentally for
doing it, for cumming in her face. Amazingly, as she always seemed to,
she took it well. She just almost acted like she was used to this
shit, he thought. He idly wondered if somebody else was doing shit
like this to her. Naw, how could that happen? he thought. She'd tell
us, surely. Although... she does keep my secrets pretty well.

He bustled around and got her through the bath, and got the bathroom
cleaned up. She just acted like nothing out of the ordinary had
happened. Amazing. An hour later when his wife got home, both the kids
and he were sitting in the living room floor, and he was reading a
book to them. The things I do, he thought, the nasty shit I do. I am
never doing that again. But, deep inside, he knew he would.





A week or two later, Saffron was called to the principal's office. She
wasn't the slightest bit worried, she knew she hadn't done anything
wrong, and anyway... the last few times she'd been in to see Mr.
Roberts, it hadn't been about her being bad. She kind of figured
that's what this time was about. And, she was right.

Mr. Robert's secretary was gone somewhere, but the door was open. She
said "Knock knock" loudly, and he invited her in. She knew the
procedure by now, she closed and locked the door. She sat on he couch,
and grinned at him. He smiled and stood, and approached her.

"Saffron, Saffron, my dear sweet little Saffron," he said, and he
gently caressed her head, pulling it against her body. She laughed and
nuzzled him, above his waist. She had a pretty good idea what was
going to happen next. She watched as he unzipped his pants, and pulled
his hardening cock and balls out of the slit. She put her hands around
his backside, and pulled him towards her. She engulfed his cock in her
warm, wet mouth. He sighed in pleasure. What a girl, what a girl. She
was a natural. She was incredible.

She sucked, hard. She felt the funny cap thing rubbing against the
roof of her mouth. She rubbed along the bottom of it with her lower
teeth. He moaned, loudly, then clamped it off. Shit. Somebody might
hear, he thought. But, damn... she felt so good... this was the best
blowjob he'd had, and he'd paid a hooker in France a hundred bucks
once, just so he could say he had. And it wasn't this goddam good.
Jeezus, he thought. Fuck.

"Darling..." he finally said. He looked straight down at her, and she
looked up at him as best she could. "Darling, something is going to
squirt in your mouth. I want you to be ready for it, and not choke.
Just swallow it, please. Okay?"

She nodded, and never broke stride. Goddam, he thought. This is
insane. She's way better than the big girls. He felt his prostate
clench. That quick, he was going to cum. He gently took her head in
his hands, and held her. He felt it begin.

The first squirt almost filled her mouth completely. Shit, he thought.
It's going to get on her clothes. Fuck. He cupped his hand beneath her
mouth as well as he could. He squirted again, and again when he felt
it begin to dribble from her mouth. Swallow, he thought, swallow,
girl. She finally did, and he felt one more big squirt happen, before
a few dribbles. Goddam, his legs were locked, and his asshole had
turned inside out. Fuck, he thought, that was a good one. That was a
fucking good one.

He pulled out of her mouth, and ran his other hand up her neck, trying
to keep his sperm off her blouse. His other hand was full of it. He
ran into his bathroom and seized some paper towels, and returned. He
cleaned her up carefully, and wiped his hands. Damn, he'd cum a lot.
She'd swallowed a lot, and a lot had spilled down her chin. But, he'd
kept almost all of it off her clothes, at least. He wouldn't have to
send her back to class smelling like cum.

"Thank you, darling, thank you," he gushed, appreciating the hell out
of what the girl had been willing to do for him. She nodded, happy to
please.

"That tasted funny," she said, and he nodded. "I guess it was okay,"

"Yes, it does taste funny," he agreed, remembering the taste of his
own sperm when he sucked it from her cunt a week ago.

"Will it make me fat?" she asked, and he laughed.

"No, darling, it won't make you fat. That was very grown-up of you."
he said. "You are basically a big girl now."

She giggled. Big girls were the shit. She knew that.

He sat beside her on the couch, and rested for a moment. He idly
stripped her, taking her blouse off and carefully laying it out so he
could dress her in a hurry if he had to. She stepped out of her little
skirt, and dropped her panties down. She crawled on his lap, and he
sat and stroked and loved her little pussy. He gave his dick a few
minutes to recharge, but he noticed that it never really got soft. He
was so turned on by this child that it stayed hard. Shit. She really
did it for him.

He finally went into his bathroom and retrieved his tube of hand
lotion. He applied a liberal amount to her little asshole, pushing his
finger deep inside her body. 

"Lay down, darling," he said. "On your tummy."

She lay on the couch, her little ass presented to him. He spread her
cheeks apart, loving the feeling of her soft ass in his hands. She had
the sweetest ass, ever. He'd seen a few asses, in his day, in spite of
just being an elementary school principal, but he knew hers was fine,
fine. The thing dreams were made of.

He positioned his cock right in the center of the rosebud of her sweet
little asshole. Where does she get off, letting me do shit like this?
he thought, for the thousandth time. He reached under her leg, and
felt for her clit. She twitched, and sighed. What is it with this
girl? Is she advanced, for her age? Is her sex drive in overdrive?
What the fuck is she gonna be like when she's thirteen, sixteen? He
desperately wanted to know the answer to that firsthand. His mind was
working overtime on how to stay in touch with her, after she got out
of elementary. His future looked pretty dreary, as he moved from
middle age to old age, unless she stayed in it. She was his biggest
hope, in life. If he could just stay out of prison. Shit. He imagined
himself in her position, with a three hundred and fifty pound cellie
in his shoes. Shit. Think of something else, quick.

"Are you ready, darling?" he asked, and he saw her nod. She was always
ready. He gently pushed into her body, feeling her sphincter push
back. God, he thought, even her sphincter is cute. I've felt it on my
tongue before, and it's fucking cute. Everything about her is cute.
How come I can't feel this way about an adult female? And my wife?
Shit. Let's not even fucking go there. Shit fuck.





The next day, Saffron had a dentist appointment. Her mother dropped
Mikey off at Miss Mars's house, and drove away with Saffron. Miss Mars
stopped her plans for wresting control of the world from the evil
oppressor sex long enough to fuck around a while with the boy.

"Mikey!" she said brightly, when they were alone and the door safely
locked. "Let's have some fun! You wanna play around?" She wanted to
say "fuck around" but she didn't want him repeating the word to the
wrong person.

"I don't care," said Mikey dopily. He, of course, had no idea what she
meant. He'd find out.

"Come on," she said, and motioned him back to the bedroom. She
stripped down, and after a moment he let her take his clothes off too.
He felt funny, but what the hell. He was just a kid. He was used to
doing what adults told him to. 

She sat on the bed, and he climbed up on it. She quickly took his tiny
young cock in her mouth, and began to suck him. My first cock, she
thought lazily... this isn't really breaking my promise to the
she-woman man-haters-club... it's just a teeny weenie, it can't
hurt... and it is kinda fun...

Pretty quick, she felt him harden slightly... oh, that is interesting,
she thought. Can this little boy get a boner? For real? She sucked
harder and harder. She finally got up and went to her little bathroom,
and returned with a tube of hand lotion. She began sucking him again.

Mikey still felt a little funny, but he was enjoying himself. Big
weenie or small, it feels good when somebody sucks on it.

Miss Mars was squatting over him on the bed, her legs bent at the
knees. Her pert little butt was almost sticking up in the air, and she
reached behind it and smeared lotion all around it. Finally she stuck
her finger inside herself, lubing herself up good. This should be
interesting, she thought. First the ass, she thought, and then the
pussy. But she hoped her ass worked. She hoped he could stay hard long
enough to get inside her. She knew her pussy was still pretty tight,
if they had to do it that way. But her knew her asshole would be
tighter.

She sucked and sucked, and finally she felt like he was ready. His
little pecker seemed pretty hard to her. She pulled off him, and
grabbed him around the waist. On impulse, she grabbed her vibrator,
turned it on, and pressed it against the underneath side of his cock.
It buzzed like mad, and she could almost tell how good it felt to him.
She could almost see his eyes roll back in his head. She gave him a
minute of pleasure, and then turned it off. His little cock was a hard
sumbitch, now. That vibrator commanded.

"Mikey! Get up on your knees!" She turned around while he got up. She
knew she'd have to work fast. She crouched down, laying on her legs.
She stuck her butt up in the air to what she felt like was the correct
height.

"Mikey! Lean in towards me, now," she commanded, and she felt his
groin touch her on her backside. She felt his little cock, then, down
around her pussy. She lowered her butt some, and reached back, and
grasped his cock. She fitted the head of it into her asshole, and
seized his ass with both hands as best she could. She pulled him into
her, and was satisfied to feel his hard little cock push slightly into
her asshole. We are home, free, she thought. Goddam. This is way too
much fun.

He seemed to have the idea by now, and she even felt his little hands
on her waist. "Pull me in!" She said, pulled him, and she felt it
slide in a little further. She tried to relax. His little cock felt
good in her ass. I could get hooked on this shit, she thought. She
idly wondered what a bigger one would feel like. Just a little bit
bigger. Not a real one, of course.

"That's it, Mikey!" she said. "Good boy! Put it all the way in!" she
moved her hands to her own ass, and spread her ass as far as she
could, until it almost hurt. She knew his dick wasn't very long, and
she wanted all of it she could inside her.

"Pull out, Mikey! Pump me! In and out!" she said, and he seemed to get
the idea. He pulled out, and pushed back in. Goddam, goddam. She hoped
it felt as good for him as it did for her. She knew she wouldn't be
able to cum from just being ass-fucked, but she had a secret weapon
ready. She reached up to the top of her bed, and grabbed her vibrator.
This little bitch could make a stone statue cum. She was still
spreading her ass with one hand, and it was a bitch to get the
vibrator turned on with just the other hand, but she finally got it.
She slapped it on her clit, and let Mikey pound her ass with his hard
little cock. Every now and then she put the vibrator at the base of
his cock, just to keep him buzzed.

She came, quickly. That vibrator was just too much. And it was fun,
feeling that little pencil-dick in her asshole. She just melted,
feeling his little cock in her ass, and the buzzer on her clit. She
had a really good one. Oh shit, she thought, here's another thing to
put on my list of really cool things to do. And here's another thing
that'll send me to prison if this kid blabs.

There was nothing left but the clean-up. She got a washrag, and
cleaned his cock off. It wasn't shitty, but she knew her ass was
fairly clean, she'd pooped way earlier that morning. She almost
considered sucking it clean, but she still had a little dignity left. 

"Mikey," she said, after they were back in the living room and she had
fixed a bowl of popcorn. He looked at her, munching away.

"Mikey, that was fun. That's the kind of thing I do with your sister,
and she's very good at keeping it a secret. Did you enjoy it?"

He nodded seriously.

"If you ever want to do it again, you can't tell anybody. Nobody,
right?"

He shook his head. He wouldn't. She hoped to hell he was telling the
truth. She hoped he was as strong as his sister.

"Can I tell Saffron?" he asked.

"Well... you can over here," she said. "You can talk about it with her
when you're over here. But not at your house."

He nodded, and took another handful of popcorn. He understood. He'd do
what she asked.





A week or two later, Saffron and her dad finally got to play. She'd
gotten a little impatient for her mom to go to work, and finally it
happened. She beat him to the bathroom, this time, and was stripped
and ready before he even ran the water. She lay back and relaxed, as
he squeezed her little cunt lips. It felt good, like it always did.

She had a nice little orgasm, and later she sat up. "Get it out,
Daddy," she said, and he laughed. What is it with this girl, he
thought, as he usually did. But, he got it out. She played with it for
a while, as it got harder and harder. She finally got tired of
screwing around. She leaned up, and took the cap in her mouth.

"Hey!" he almost yelled, and pulled back. He was shocked, in spite of
the things they'd done so far. How the hell does she even know about
blow jobs, he thought. Where is she getting this shit?

"Darling... that's a big step forward... I'm not sure if we wanna go
there yet... if ever..." he said, his mind racing. It had felt good,
for a split second... and compared to what he'd done with her so
far... it wasn't that big a step forward. He just didn't know if he
was ready yet to get a blow job from his little girl.

"I just thought you might like it," she said, sadly. She knew how to
pour it on, and she did.

"Oh, baby... I loved it... but I'm just not sure..."

"I won't tell, daddy... just let me once..." she said, her big eyes
staring up at him. He was honest enough with himself to realize that
it wouldn't be for just once, if he let her. Shit. Maybe he was strong
enough.

"Darling..." he finally said, and caved. He'd known he was going to
cave from the start, though.

"Can I, daddy?" she asked, and he finally nodded and stepped back to
the edge of the tub. She laughed, and sat forward, and took his cock
in her mouth. Damn, he thought. She sucked it all the way in, and
rubbed her teeth on the base of it. She let it slide out almost all
the way, and then sucked it in again. Goddam, he thought, she's better
than her mother. Shit.

He knew he was going to cum pretty quick. He knew he shouldn't cum in
her mouth, how could she be ready for that? Then again, how was she
ready for any of this? Had she done this before? She sure seemed good
at it, for a first time. He knew that sucking was probably an
instinct, but the in and out stuff? The playing with the cap stuff?
Crazy.

He knew, though, that he was going to cum in her mouth. 

"Darling..." he said, trying to prepare her. "Darling, some stuff is
going to squirt out of my weenie. You just need to swallow it, when it
does. Don't worry, just swallow it. Okay?"

"Mmmph," she said, and nodded a bit. He hoped for the best. He still
tried to hold it back, just to make the blow job last longer, but
finally he felt his prostate twitch, and it began. Ahhh, he thought.

He filled her mouth pretty good with just the first squirt. She
dutifully swallowed, though, and followed through the next four or
five squirts. Most of it went down her throat, with just a small
amount dribbling down her chin. He finally came to, holding onto the
shower doors for support, weak at the knees.

"Shit, baby..." he said, forgetting and cussing. Shit, he thought.
"Thank you, darlin'," he finished lamely.

Saffron was sitting in the tub swishing something around in her mouth,
it looked like. She finally gulped and grinned up at him. "You're
welcome, daddy," she said.





A week later, Saffron was at Miss Mars's house, and Mikey was gone.
They were fucking around, as usual. Saffron was naked, on Miss Mars's
bed, and Miss Mars was buzzing her clit with the vibrator. Fresh
batteries today, even. Saffron was cumming like mad, she'd lost count,
and Miss Mars didn't even try. That the girl could cum this many times
amazed her. She looked at the vibrator. That little fucker had cost
her almost thirty bucks, but shit. Was it ever worth it. She carefully
worked it deeper and deeper into Saffron's cunt, wondering how far she
could go with it. It wasn't that much bigger than her finger, and
she'd had her finger all the way up the girl before.

When they finally took a breather, they talked. Miss Mars gently
questioned Saffron, trying to break through the girl's wall of silence
about her sexual experiences. Miss Mars was secretly pleased that the
girl was so good at keeping secrets, actually. That just meant she'd
be all the better at keeping her own secrets.

"This... man that does stuff with you..." Miss Mars said. "How did he
start out? What did he do first?"

Saffron giggled. "He spanked me. He spanked me hard, and it hurt, but
I kinda liked it. Then my... then another man spanked me... he didn't
spank hard at all, though."

"Oh really!" said Miss Mars. She turned Saffron over on the bed, and
lightly spanked the girl's cute little bottom. Saffron giggled.

"That did not hurt at all," she said. Miss Mars spanked a little
harder. And a little harder still.

"There, that's about right," Saffron finally said. 

"Saffron. I want to show you something." Miss Mars got up, and
rummaged around in the bottom drawer of her dresser. The toy drawer.
She came back with a riding crop, and handed it to Saffron.

"Darling," said Miss Mars, bending completely over and grasping her
ankles in her hands, "Spank my butt. Please!"

Saffron giggled, and lightly tapped Miss Mars with the crop.

"Oh, come on girl, you can do better than that," Miss Mars said,
giggling. Saffron smacked her again, the whip making a satisfying
noise. She hit harder, yet.

"Harder!" commanded Miss Mars, and Saffron really put her back into
it. Miss Mars flinched. That was about right, she thought.

"Spank me, darling!" she said, and the next minute was silent except
for the crack of the whip hitting her hard ass. Her hard, stinging red
ass, now.

"Okay, okay!" Miss Mars finally cried, and Saffron was glad to stop.
Her arm was getting tired. They lay on the bed for the next twenty
minutes, cuddling, and Miss Mars gently rubbed Saffron's little pussy.
Miss Mars's ass pinged and cooled down like a car engine on a cold
winter day. They were both happy.





Part Five




It looked like a good weekend, for Saffron, and her dad. Her mom had
gone to some business convention, and wouldn't be back for two days.
She had apologized profusely to Saffron's dad for being gone so long,
but her dad had promised to try and get along without her. Saffron
thought, good, this means we can play.

That Saturday afternoon her dad called Miss Mars, and asked her to
keep Mikey for a few hours. They took the boy over there, and dropped
him off, and came back home.

"What are we gonna do now, daddy?" Saffron asked, knowing it would be
something naughty.

"I thought we'd just lay around a while and do nothing," her dad said,
but she knew better. They went into her parent's bedroom, and Saffron
immediately began wiggling out of her clothes. Her dad just looked at
her and laughed.

"Girl, we gotta talk," he said, pulling his shirt off, and dropping
his pants. In a minute he was as naked as she was. He sat on the edge
of the bed and took her in his lap.

"Girl, you know the things we do are naughty, right?" he said, putting
his face down into her hair and smelling of it.

"Yes, daddy," Saffron said. Shit. Grown-up talk again. Can we just get
to it? she thought. Fuck.

"Your mother would be very displeased if she ever found out what we
do. She'd probably go live somewhere else," he said, leaving out the
parts about him going to jail.

"Yes, daddy," said Saffron again. She idly reached down between her
legs and grabbed his already-hard cock. She loved the funny feel of
it, in her hands.

He sighed as she began to jack him. What a girl.

"Darling, let's just be careful, and be sure not to tell anyone what
we do. It's very important."

"I know, daddy. Can we do stuff, now?" she said.

Shit. This little bitch was always ready to go. She didn't like to
waste time with talk.

He laughed and lay back on the bed, pulling her up against his body.
He just rubbed on her, rubbing his cock on her crotch, loving the
feeling of her little body against his. She was nice and soft and
warm.

He finally scooted down, and spread her legs wide. Her little cunt was
so beautiful to him, he loved to just stare at it. He was so close he
could smell it, and damn, it smelled good. He put his tongue right on
her little clit, and began to lick. Her legs straightened out, and he
felt her begin to tremble. He loved it that she liked it so much.





At that very moment, Miss Mars was holding her vibrator at the base of
Mikey's cock. He had a nice hard-on, a good one for a kid, for a
pre-teen. The little cap on his cock was bright red, it was so hard.
She stopped and took it in her mouth for a moment, loving the feeling
of his hard softness on her tongue. She sucked, hard, and felt him
twitch. How much more fun this would be, she mused, if he could
ejaculate. But she knew it was way to early for that. 

"Mikey," she said, "I wanna teach you something. I wanna teach you how
to eat pussy."





Saffron's dad was laying on his back, his hard cock sticking straight
up in the air. She was squatting over his head, her legs on either
side of him, her little butt right in his face. He was licking her
asshole and her cunt, whichever one she determined by moving forwards
or backwards. Saffron was having fun, she loved being licked, and he
was good at it. She felt another one of those things coming on. She
knew it was going to be a good one. I wish, she thought, I wish we had
one of those buzzers.





Mikey was doing good. Miss Mars had no idea why, but he was a good
cunt licker. He seemed to know that her clit was the center of her
being, and he seemed to stay on it. She had already cum a little bit,
and she felt a big one starting. She looked down at his naked little
butt, and thought of more things they could do.





Saffron and her dad had moved into the bathroom. He had made a quick
trip downstairs to double-check the deadbolt, and then he turned the
shower head on slightly. They got under the warm water, and rubbed and
wiggled on each other. He just loved the shit out of her soft smooth
skin sliding over his, and he lay on the floor of the shower, and let
her rub her little cunt all over his face.

"Daddy, I gotta get out, I gotta pee..." said Saffron, opening the
glass door.

"Shit!" he had an idea, and his cock got a little harder. "Saffron,
honey. I want you to pee on me. Please?"

She regarded him with bemusement. Grown-ups, and their weird ideas.
First Miss Mars wants her to poop on her, and now her dad wants her to
pee on him. Well, whatever.

Her dad lay in the floor of the shower as best he could. He guided her
body over the top of him, and pulled her down until her little pussy
was right in front of his face.

"Go, girl," he said, staring into her sweet little cunt. He could see
her urethra twitch, as she tried.

"It's hard, daddy," she said, trying harder. Finally a stream shot
out, and to her surprise her dad closed his eyes and opened his mouth,
catching her pee right in his mouth. He let it splash in his mouth,
and back out, loving the harsh bitter taste of it. This fluid has been
in her body, he thought, loving it for just that alone. Shit, he
thought. I'd let her shit on me. That's blow her mind, thought. Maybe
someday. She's probably not ready for that one, yet.

He lapped her piss, and finally smashed his mouth into her cunt,
feeling her stream taper off. Shit. It never lasts long enough. He sat
up, and took the shower head and washed her pussy off, and then his
face and chest. The shower still smelled like urine, and that even
turned him on. I gotta do this more often, he thought. That was sexier
than shit. He could still taste her piss in his mouth.

He sat her down in the floor of the shower, and spread her legs wide.
He stood, and pissed down on her cunt, blasting her clit with a strong
yellow stream of piss. She giggled and spread her pussy wide with her
fingers, feeling the hot piss splatter all over her stomach and pussy.
It felt really good when it hit her clit, she could stand a lot more
of that. Next time she'd pee on his weenie, to see if her pee felt as
good as his did. That was something to remember, for next time. His
stream finally ended, and she thought the same thing he had, I wish
there was more. Lots more.





Miss Mars had Mikey lay face down on the bed, with his little butt in
the air. She was lustily licking his little asshole, while she jacked
his cock with her hand. Mikey was getting good at having hard-ons, he
was about half-hard just from her jacking him. She licked down to his
balls, and took them in her mouth. They were so soft and small. How
cute his little dick and balls were. But that puckered little asshole.
She was in love. She decided to get her phone and take a picture of is
dick and butt, just for her scrapbook. She wondered if she'd still
know him when he got bigger, and his dick got bigger. She kind of
hoped she would. I'd do it, she thought. I don't like guys, but I'd do
this one. I'd suck him and fuck him, just so I could say I had.





Saffron was laying on the floor of the shower, as her dad ran his
middle finger in and out of her cunt. It didn't feel as good as Mr.
Robert's weenie, but it felt good. She'd had one of those things, and
she knew she'd probably have another. Saffron lived for orgasms, she
was hooked on them. She enjoyed the feelings her body gave to her.

"Daddy..." she said, wondering if she could talk him into trying.

"Yes, darling," he said. He was almost in a daze, as he stared down at
his daughter. She hypnotized him, with her beauty and her charms. And
her fucking sex drive. She was out of this world.

"Daddy... do you think... do you think you could put your weenie...
down there, where your finger is?"

Shit. Oh, shit. How the fuck did she know about that? Did she come up
with that idea on her own? How did she know that's where cocks went?
Shit, shit.

"Darling... I'd love to, but I think you're still too small... maybe
when you get older..." shit, he thought... what am I saying... I'm
committing to keeping on doing this? Am I? Do I know that I am? How
long can I get away with this? Will she grow up and hate me, for the
things I've done? Or will she remember the pleasure I gave her? Shit,
shit. What to do.

"Daddy... I think it will stretch... can we please at least try?
Tonight while mommy is gone?"

Shit. She wanted it. She just fucking wanted it. She was determined.
Shit.

"Darling..." he thought long and hard. His dick was long and hard,
too, thinking out fucking her. He knew his dick was basically average,
maybe a slight bit large. He just couldn't imagine it, in her little
cunt. His finger was one thing, but his dick?

"Darling, we'll try. Just a little bit. But you have to tell me if it
hurts. We have to stop right away, we can't go to the hospital if I
hurt you. Understand?"

"Yes, daddy." They got out of the shower, and dried off. Saffron had
fun drying off her dad's cock, and she sucked it in her mouth as he
dried the rest of his body off. This little girl, he thought. Damn.
Damn me.

He got a bottle of baby oil, and they went into the bedroom. He laid
her on the bed, her legs dangling over the edge, her little butt
sticking out a ways. He got down on his knees inbetween her legs, and
rubbed some baby oil into her sweet little cunt. He dribbled some
right into it, and then rubbed some into his hard cock. He was
pre-cumming like mad, just thinking about what he was going to try.

"Darling... I'm very serious... tell me if it hurts, okay?" he said,
and she nodded. She looked very resolute, though, and he wasn't sure
if she would tell him. She looked like was ready to be fucked, he
thought.

He examined her cunt minutely, trying to judge if he would tear her or
not. He wasn't that sure about her hymen, she didn't appear to have
one at all that he could see. Was she born like that, he thought, or
did she lose it somehow? The idea that he was not the first to be here
did not occur to him. Nobody would do that to his little girl.

He placed his hardness at the mouth of her little cunt. She sighed,
and nodded her head. He gently began to push.





Miss Mars and Mikey were in the shower, and Mikey was peeing into her
mouth. Just like his sister had done thirty minutes ago, for her dad.
Miss Mars drooled and slobbered piss down her chest, and loved the
shit out of it. She'd already tried to get him to shit on her, but he
said he'd already gone. Well, maybe later. Pee was fun enough, for
now.

When he finished, she sat up, and lay him down against the wall. Then
she pissed on him, not in his face or mouth, she didn't figure he was
ready for that, but she pissed on his little cock, squirting out a
heavy stream of yellow piss. He giggled, and she did too. She washed
them both down, afterwards, and bent down to his cock, sucking him
into her mouth. His little cock was so much fun to suck, she was
beginning to wonder what it'd be like to suck a big one.





Saffron bit back a cry, and willed her eyes not to water. It did hurt,
but she thought she could stand it. It didn't hurt as bad as that time
when Mr. Roberts had spanked her. She could take it, she thought. It
did feel kind of good, she felt like she was full, full of him. She
looked down. His cock was halfway into her, and she could literally
see her mons puffing out, as deep as his cock was. He met her eyes,
and she smiled. See, she thought. It's not that bad.

His cock was getting squeezed tighter than he thought possible. God,
she was tight. But, he was going. And she seemed to be okay. She
didn't seem to be bothered a bit by it. He had his hands on her hips,
and he was gently pulling her towards him, impaling her on his cock.
And she was taking it. What a girl, what a girl, he thought. Being
fucked, at this tender age. Wanting it, and seeming to love it. What's
she going to be like when she's a teenager? Will I still be doing this
shit with her? What the fuck, what the fuck.

He was finally in as deep as he could go. Shit. He rested there, for a
moment, and then gently pulled out and pushed in to the bottom again.
She gasped, and looked up at him.

"Oh, daddy, do that again," she said, and he laughed. He had every
intention of doing it again. And again, and again. He knew he wouldn't
last long, as tight as she was, and as turned on as he was. He stroked
her clit with his thumb. He wanted her to cum, from this. He wanted
her to get something from it. He began to pump in and out of her.





Miss Mars had run out of ideas. She finally lay, face down on the bed,
and stuck her ass in the air, like she'd had Mikey do earlier. He
licked her pussy as best he could, and finally wandered up to her
asshole. Perfect, she thought. A sweet little boy is licking my
asshole. Beautiful.





Saffron came. She came well. Her legs locked, and goose bumps ran all
over her body. She screwed her face up, and gasped for breath. She
hiccupped a few times, and sighed. She had had a good one, whatever
those things were called. Her dad had done her well. It had been a fun
afternoon. 

Her dad pulled out of her cunt with a soft, squishy noise, and she
giggled. This was fun. We'll have to do this again, she thought. And,
of course, there was always Mr. Roberts.





Part Six





Saffron's twelfth birthday party was memorable. The only bad part was
when her dad dressed up like a clown, but she forgave him because he
let her dunk him in the swimming pool. All her friends said it was the
best party ever. They had a DJ, and he was so loud the neighbors even
complained. It was a smashing success. She was exhausted by that
night.

Thomas, her older brother, had given her a phone, although she was
suspicious that her dad had actually paid for it. It didn't matter, it
was her first phone. Some of her friends had had phones for years. She
had a lot of catching up to do.

Thomas had put his name and number into her directory, and she texted
him that night to tell him goodnight.

"Where are you," she asked, because she knew he wasn't at home.

"I am with Tereassa," he replied. She knew he meant Teresa. Damn
stupid little keyboards.

"Be good. keeep your hands to yuorself," she replied, cussing when she
re-read the message. Goddammit. Stupid-ass keyboard.





Several days later, she texted him during the day. She knew he was at
school, but she had something to ask him. He replied, and in the
course of his reply she realized that he was playing hookey from
school.

"Are you with Teresa?" she asked, and he was silent for a while before
he said, "Yes."

Hah, she thought. Wonder what they're doing. That night, she texted
him again, although she was in the living room and he was in his
bedroom.

"Thomas," she texted, "Are you doing it with Teresa?"

He didn't reply to that one. 

Just to fuck with him, she asked him the next night, and the night
after that. She was getting ready for bed that night, when he came
into her room and shut the door. He did not look pleased.

"Listen, Saffron," he said, "that phone's going back to AT&T if you
can't keep your nose out of my business." He gazed at her, and she
could tell he was not pleased.

"Thomas..." she was good at damage control. "I'm sorry... I was just
joking with you... I know it's not my business..."

"Damn right," he said. It occurred to her that he probably was doing
it with Teresa, as righteous as he was being about the whole thing.
Shit, she thought, and not for the first time, looking at him. I'd do
that. I'd do that shit.

Thomas was a senior in high school, on the football team, and in
track. He was in good shape, and he looked tough. And he was good at
that shit, she knew, she'd gone with her parents and watched him,
before. Saffron had an odd relationship with him, though. He was four
years older than her, a lot, at that age. Of course, she thought... my
dad is what, twenty something years older? And look at that shit...
The odd thing was, that she'd never tried anything with Thomas. He
always seemed so straight-edge, she couldn't imagine him fucking
around with her. Or any girl, until Teresa.

Saffron still fucked around with her dad. He was putty in her hands,
although she didn't realize it. She did not understand her power over
him. She thought of him as a big strong man, but he was helpless, in
her hands. Even his wife, her mother, had noticed, to a degree, but
luckily she had not noticed everything. "You spoil that girl, Bill,"
she said, but it amused her. She knew how daddies were with their
little girls. 

Saffron and her father still played around, at least once every few
weeks. He'd do it every day, of course, if he could get away with it.
They'd had some memorable close calls, over the years. The last few
dozen times they'd fucked it had been in the attic, of all places,
burning hot in summer and freezing in winter. He had placed some
quilts up there, and an old mattress. He was always very careful to
insure that his wife was on a shopping trip or something, in spite of
the remoteness of the attic. The times that his wife had gone on
business trips were the best, Saffron had actually spent the night in
his bed, then, in spite of her brothers being in the house. A year ago
her dad had taken her to a clinic, and started the birth control shot
for her, and now they could fuck worry-free, except for being caught,
of course.

That was about her life. She sometimes missed her old adventures with
her principal, Mr. Roberts, and especially the fun she'd had with her
sitter, Miss Mars. Miss Mars still lived in town, as far as Saffron
knew, and she had wondered at times if it would be possible to meet
her. She knew Miss Mars was a little weird, but she had liked her a
lot. Miss Mars had given her her favorite object in the universe, a
little vibrator that vibrated like mad. It was so loud she could only
use it in the bathroom with the shower on, but luckily it was
waterproof. Still, after all these years, it just blew her away. She
went through double-A batteries like a motherfucker. Her mother often
puzzled why they couldn't seem to keep any batteries of that size in
the house. 

Saffron had had a whole crew of boyfriends, over the years. Some of
them she'd fucked, and some she didn't. All of them had been virgins
when they'd first fucked her, she'd been the experienced one. She had
a hell of a dance card. She had single-handedly reduced the virgin
population of Belmont Junior High significantly. The hardest part was
finding places for these deflowerments to occur in. Thank god for
working parents, she thought, more than once.

She had become more careful, though, since word had gotten around, and
most of the girls at school regarded her enviously. Of course, they
called her slut and things like that, but she knew that they were
mostly jealous. She slowed down a little, but it was just so much a
part of her make-up by then. It's just what she did. It was just part
of being Saffron.





That night, though, she made up her mind. She had a challenge. The
challenge was her older brother, Thomas. Just once, she told herself.
It won't fuck up him and Teresa if I just fuck him once. It won't hurt
anything. He's a guy, once I wiggle that thing in front of him, he'll
be lost to me. I know what guys like.





She continued texting him regularly, but she began to spin an
elaborate tale, presenting it to him as reality, about a mythical
boyfriend whom she loved but did not treat her right. Thomas seemed
sympathetic, although she wondered if he really cared, or he was just
being polite. She buttered him up, telling him that she wished her
boyfriend was like him, and shit like that.

One night they were home alone, and she poured her heart out to him,
stretching her acting skills to the limit. She even managed a flood of
tears, making him feel helpless and embarrassed for her. She sat on
the couch and let him hold her, and cried and cried as she plotted her
next move.

Several nights later he took her out to eat, in his car. They sat and
talked, and to her delight he told her he'd broke up with Teresa. She
felt like the field was leveled a little bit. She really wondered
then, if he'd fucked Teresa, and if he was used to fucking. She
wondered how bad he'd want it. I can do that, she thought. I can do
that for you.

She felt a weird attraction to him, now, though. It was more than just
a challenge, it felt like. She really liked him, the more time she
spent with him.

That night they stood outside her door, like they were on a date or
something, and she told him goodnight. She planned well, and made it
look like impulse. She grabbed him and gave him a slobbery kiss right
on his mouth, and told him thanks for everything. Thanks for
understanding me. He looked a little bemused, and walked off to his
bedroom.

She lay in bed, and picked up her phone. She composed a silly message,
and sent it to him. Then she sent one that simply said, "I miss you."
He did not reply to that one. Twenty minutes later she sent one that
said, "Come hold me." She was prepared to let that one sink in for a
while. She didn't expect him to come, but suddenly her door creaked,
and he stealthily entered, carefully closing the door. She had a hard
time to keep from smiling to herself.

He lay beside her bed, and took her hand in his. He put his face to
her ear, and whispered in her ear, his lips touching her at times. As
wicked and conniving as she felt, she was eating that shit up. It felt
sexier than hell to her.

"Saffron," he said, "Darling... I have to get some sleep tonight...
but don't worry, baby... it will all be alright in the morning... find
somebody new, tomorrow... don't be sad, think of it as an
opportunity..."

He was good, she thought. If this crap was true, she realized, he
would be making her feel much better. She turned her head to face him,
and squeezed out some tears, thinking of her puppy Puddles that had
gotten ran over, years ago. That always worked for her, and it worked
this time.

"Thank you, Thomas," she said, "Thank you." She sat up, and flicked
the sheets down, and scooted over like she intended on him getting in
bed with her. That's exactly what she hoped to give him the impression
of. He sighed, pondering the whole thing over in his mind. He finally
crawled up into her bed, and tentatively put his arms around her. She
sighed and snuggled up to him, and just let the moment run out.

After twenty minutes or so, he started making movements like he was
getting restless. She held him, and put her face to his ear. "Thomas,"
she whispered. "I love you. Come see me tomorrow night, please..." She
let him go, and with some relief, he retired back to his room. That
girl, he thought. Freakin' drama queen. But, he loved her. He hoped
he'd helped her through a tough spot.





That afternoon, on a whim, she found the old phone directory next to
where their house phone used to be. She looked under the M's, and sure
enough, there were three female Mars's. Mathilda, Donna and Jennifer.
She put the three numbers in her phone, and went out to the porch
swing, where she had some privacy. She decided to go in alphabetical
order. That would be logical. Donna Mars was an old lady. That's
stupid, she thought, and old lady named Donna? That's a young person's
name. She had a nice conversation with Jennifer Mars, who claimed
never to have watched and children except her own. Well, she thought,
here goes nothing. It's Mathilda, or bust. The phone rang several
times, and finally a voice said "Hello?" She could hear children
shouting in the background. The voice said, "Hang on!" and then she
heard an adult say something loudly, and the children shut up
abruptly.

"Yes?" said the voice, once again.

"Miss Mars?" Saffron already knew it was her, just from the sound of
her voice. She was happy to have found her.

"Yes?" said the voice again.

"Miss Mars, it's me. Saffron. I just wanted to say hi," she said.
There was a long silence on the other end.

"Saffron, darling, how you been?" Miss Mars finally said. They talked
for twenty minutes, about the silliest of things. Miss Mars asked
about Michael, and Saffron told her that he was doing well. They
didn't talk any about the things they'd done, all those years ago.
Saffron understood. She knew they would have to get re-acquainted, for
that to happen, if it did at all.

"Miss Mars, I'd really like to see you sometimes..." she said, hoping
she sounded hopeful.

"Oh, Saffron, darling..." Miss Mars was silent for a while, and
sounded weepy when she spoke again. "I would love to see you and hug
you. I have wondered about you so often, almost every day, in fact..."

Saffron looked at her phone. It was just barely four o'clock. "Miss
Mars," she said. "Are you free this afternoon?"





Miss Mars picked her up at Hardlee's. She was driving the same old car
that Saffron remembered being parked in her driveway. She started to
just get in, but Miss Mars had exited the car by then, and hurried
around to her side. She grabbed Saffron, and squeezed her to her body.
Tears streamed down her face. Saffron finally got separated, and they
got in the car and drove away. Miss Mars couldn't talk for a while.

"Where do we go?" Miss Mars finally managed. Saffron laughed a little.
"Your place, or mine?" Saffron said, and Miss Mars smiled weakly. They
were actually just a few blocks from her house. She turned that way.

"When do all your kids leave?" Saffron asked. 

"Four o'clock, roughly. They're gone," Miss Mars said. Saffron nodded.
Perfect timing. Of course they were gone. She was out driving a car
around.

"I have to be home at ten o'clock," Saffron said. "That's my curfew."

"I think..." said Miss Mars. "I think we can manage that..."





They actually sat in the living room and talked, for a while. Miss
Mars was much as she'd remembered, nervous, and slightly whacky, but
Saffron loved her all over again. This woman did a lot for me, she
remembered. She helped me become what I am. Whatever the hell that is.
She did feel gratitude to her, though. Gratitude, and love.

They drifted closer on the couch. At last they touched. Miss Mars
slowly took Saffron in her arms. Her face drifted closer and closer.
Their lips touched, for an instant. Then again, longer. The third kiss
was deep and long. Miss Mars started crying again, in the middle of
it. Saffron lay the woman down on the couch, and started unbuttoning
her shirt. 

They made love, there, on the couch. Saffron crouched down a kissed
Miss Mars's sweet cunt, right on the lips. Her tongue found Miss
Mars's little clit, and pressed into it. Miss Mars sighed, and cried.
Saffron licked and lapped, dropping down to her asshole, and then back
to her clit. The woman tasted sweet. It had been years since Saffron
had tasted a woman. Well, actually, Miss Mars was the only woman she'd
ever tasted. And it had been years, since she'd tasted her.

Miss Mars finally stopped crying, and bent her face to Saffron's cunt.
The girl was ever bit as sweet as she'd remembered. The girl was just
too much. All those years, wondering what had become of her. This was
wonderful, to Miss Mars. She felt like she'd gotten a whole new lease
on life.

They spent an hour on the couch, just licking each other, falling in
love all over again. Saffron wished she'd thought to bring the
vibrator. Why don't I just keep that bitch in my purse, she asked
herself.

The front door slammed open, and some kind of big lumberjack guy
strode in, holding a lunchbox. He had blonde hair, and even had on a
flannel shirt.

"Well, shit!" he said loudly, in a funny accent. "The fun's already
started! Nobody told me!"

Miss Mars laughed, as Saffron scrambled to cover herself.

"Saffron, dearest," Miss Mars said. "This is my boyfriend, Sven. Sven,
Saffron. Saffron, Sven. Sven, she's the girl I told you about... from
long ago. She's all grown up, now!"

"Any friend of Matty's is a friend of mine!" Sven said, approaching
and extending his huge hand. Saffron shook it delicately. He didn't
seem to be fazed in the slightest by her nudity, she she dropped her
hands, and stopped pretending to be shy.

"We were just... getting re-acquainted..." said Miss Mars, laughing
slightly.

"I see. Well, don't let me stop you!" he said. He disappeared into the
bedroom, and they heard the shower start.

Saffron giggled. Miss Mars giggled back.

"He's really very nice," Miss Mars said, "And he agrees... with the
cause, on all but a few minor issues."

"I'm glad you found somebody, Miss Mars," Saffron said, giggling. She
kissed the woman, again. And again.

"He won't mind if we fuck around some more," Miss Mars said.

"Miss Mars," said Saffron, "Is he... is he as manly as he looks?"

Miss Mars giggled. "Do you mean, does he have a big cock?" Saffron
nodded. That's exactly what she meant.

"Hell yeah," said Miss Mars. "He's a monster. It took me forever to
find him. He came all the way here from Norway, no less. Just to be
with me. He's a fucking monster."

Saffron giggled. The day was shaping up nicely.

"Miss Mars," she said. "Would it bother you... if the three of us
played around a little? Would it bother him? I'm only twelve..."

"I think twelve is the age of consent in his country," said Miss Mars.
"No, it wouldn't bother me... and I know it'd make his day."

"Well, shit," said Saffron. "Let's go in there and surprise him."





Sven was surprised, but he covered it well. The three of them crowded
in the shower, and Saffron immediately dropped to her knees and took
his monster into her mouth. He was massive, she could barely fit it
in, and not even get half of it in her mouth. He was uncircumcised,
but that didn't bother her any, he was so hard his foreskin had long
ago slid down. She sucked and licked, and he groaned as Miss Mars
watched and laughed. Finally Saffron dropped him, and stood. It was
Miss Mars's turn. They had to open the door slightly so Miss Mars
could bend over and take his massive cock from behind. She felt him
deep in her stomach, almost. Shit. He was a monster. She had chosen
well. He slammed into her, his thighs slapping her ass. Her pussy felt
stretched to the max. She felt like her guts were being pulled out
with his cock when he withdrew, and when he slammed into her it felt
like an arm with a fist on the end of it was ramming into her cunt.
Miss Mars knew, this quickly, that she was going to cum like a
motherfucker. He was that good.

Saffron watched, bemused, as his massive cock rammed in and out of the
woman. She wanted it bad, but hell... she felt stretched when her dad
did her... if she took this monster, she'd never be tight again. He
had been fun to suck, at least, although her jaw ached, now. She let
the hot water beat down on her, and watched her friend get fucked. 

Later, stretched out on the bed, Miss Mars lay on top of Saffron, her
face in Saffron's pussy, and vice versa. An inch from Saffron's nose,
Sven's huge cock plunged into Miss Mars's cunt from behind, over and
over. Saffron tongued Miss Mars's clit, sometimes touching Sven's cock
with her tongue as it pistoned in and out. It was like watching a
fucking steam engine, Saffron thought, remembering a machine at the
fair. He just pounded and pounded. Shit. What a goddam fucker he was.

They rested. Saffron looked at her phone. Shit. She had at least
another two hours. She crawled across Miss Mars, and sucked Sven's
cock into her mouth, stretching her jaw wide. Let's suck some life
back into this bitch, she thought. Wake the hell up. She felt a twitch
from inside of him. Shit. He was getting hard again.





Miss Mars and Sven drove her home at nine forty-five. She kissed both
of them warmly, and pinched Sven on the lump in his pants. She had
already planned on seeing them again, at her first opportunity.





Thomas was waiting for her, in the house. "You okay?" he asked, and
she nodded. I'm more than fucking okay, she thought. 

"I'm better today," she said. She grabbed him, and squeezed him. "Come
and see me still, if you wish," she said, and he nodded. She actually
just wanted to go to sleep, but she still wanted to finish this thing
out.





Just in case Michael came, Saffron stripped and crawled inbetween the
sheets, naked. She had just about gotten to sleep when she heard a
slight noise from her door. He entered, and quickly slid between the
sheets with her. He didn't realize yet she was naked, she knew. 

They talked for a while, small talk. She tried to drift closer and
closer to him, so maybe his arm would touch her breast or something.
Oddly, she felt him drift even closer to her. When he finally touched
her breast, she realized it was his shirt, and he still didn't realize
she was naked.

Saffron had nice tits, for a twelve year old. They were about the size
of half an orange, with a nice, fat little pink nipple on the end. She
was very proud of them, and had showed them off more than once to boys
at school. She'd even showed them to some guys in cars on the
interstate once, from the back seat of the bus. She hoped Thomas would
like them, if she ever figured out a way to show them to him.

She leaned into his face, and breathed on him. She knew that felt
sexy. At least it did to her. She hoped for that same, with him.

"Thomas... I love you," she whispered, "You are my favorite in the
whole world. I want to be with you forever."

"You are my sister, silly," he whispered back.

"I know and I don't care," she said. "The love we have is greater than
that. You know that."

"Yeah," he said, laughing. He did love her a lot, he thought. Maybe
not as much as she loved him, but he did.

She leaned into him further, and kissed him on the side of the cheek.
She kissed him again, holding it longer. She wondered if he could
resist turning his head. As she pressed to his face again, he turned,
and she landed a kiss on half his mouth. She giggled, pulled back, and
smacked him again, this time right on target. She held it so long that
he finally started wiggling, and pulled away.

"Saffron..." he said. "Like I said, you're my sister..."

"I don't care, Thomas..." she said, her face right in his. "It doesn't
matter if we love each other..."

"I'm sorry, Saffron..." he said, "It does matter."

For an answer, she pressed her lips against his, holding his head this
time so he couldn't pull away. She licked his lips with her tongue. He
finally wrestled away from her, and she thought it was kind of weird,
but he was laughing.

"Girl..." he said, in her face. "You are too much. Do you know what
you're doing?"

"Hell yeah," she said, giving him another quick kiss. "I'm kissing the
boy that I love. The boy that I want to make love to me."

He was silent at that. She let him think a while, then she slowly
kissed him, again. He didn't pull away, this time. She held it for a
long, long time. He seemed to be far away, and she hoped the was
thinking... thinking about her... offer.

"Saffron," he finally said, when she'd pulled back. "Darlin', I love
you very much. But, dammit... you are my sister... this is as far as
we can go..."

"Oh, baby," she scooted over, draping her body across the top of him.
She felt something move through her mind, an emotion, a strong
emotion. Shit, she thought, I tried to catch him and he caught me.

"Baby," she said, tears in her eyes and voice, "If you only knew...
anything is possible if you love hard enough... sure I'm your
sister... but we can overcome that... love can overcome that...
Thomas... society might say we can't love each other... but fuck
society. We can. Love me, Thomas, make love to me. Be my first. Give
me something to remember."

That part about being first was a lie, of course, but she figured it
was a white lie. She was almost surprised that he hadn't heard any
rumors about her, about her putting out for the boys in her grade...
but good, if he hadn't. She promised herself again, then and there, to
be a little more discriminating in the future. To maybe find a steady
guy. Maybe, she thought, maybe this will be the one. That would
certainly be... convenient.

He sighed again. She could tell he was thinking. She wondered if he
was thinking about actually doing it, or if he was thinking of ways to
head her off.

"Saffron," he finally said. "I love you very much. Honestly, it would
be an... honor, to be your first. If I just felt like I could do it, I
would. I want your first to be something you can remember... you
should probably pick somebody a little better at it than me... I've
only done it four or five times. I'm not an expert."

"I don't care," she said, kissing him again. "You are the one that I
want."

Shit," he said, sighing yet again. She felt his hand touch her on her
waist. Her bare waist.

"Saffron..." he said, running his hand up her side. "Darlin'... what
do you have on..."

She started giggling. "Nothing," she said. She heard him draw a sharp
breath.

"You planned this, didn't you?" he said, bemused.

"I've planned this for a long time. Since I decided I wanted you. I
looked at all the boys around, and decided you were the best. It's
just happenstance that you happened to be my brother, also."

At least he's still touching me, she thought. He was. His hand was
high up on her waist, on her back.

"Girl..." he said. "What do we do now? Where do we go from here."

"Well..." she said. "Let me get up, and lock the door. Then you can
make love to me."

He laughed. "You silly. I'm not going to make love to you, you might
get pregnant."

It was her turn to laugh. "Mom got me on the shot. I can't get
pregnant."

"Why'd she do that?"

"Just in case, she said."

"At your age? You're just twelve."

"Well, see, though, it's working out. She just didn't want to take a
chance on me getting pregnant, and now we're gonna make love and I
won't get pregnant. She's that smart, Thomas."

He laughed. "Mom is smart, yes, but she didn't give you the shot so
you could fuck me, your brother, pardon my french."

She laughed. "Mom will never know. No one will. Thomas. Make love to
me. Fuck me. Fuck me, now."

He didn't move, for a long time. Finally, she felt his hands sliding
down her body, down past her waist, until they were at the start of
her buttocks. Oh, shit, she thought, go on down.

"Thomas..." she whispered, her mouth in his ear. "Squeeze my butt.
squeeze it, darlin'."

"Shit, I'm gonna regret this," he whispered, but his hands moved down,
and soon he cupped her ass in his two hands. He squeezed, and it felt
good. She sighed and wiggled around until she was more comfortable on
top of him. She felt like that most of the battle was over. I mean, he
was squeezing her ass, for cryin' out loud.

They lay for a long time, and he explored her sweet ass with his
hands. She finally felt his touch, creeping closer and closer to her
asshole. Oh yeah, she thought. Go there. Do that.

He touched her puckered asshole, at last. Her sweet, aromatic sweaty
little asshole. Saffron had a thing for her asshole, ever since Mr.
Roberts had pushed his hard little cock into it. She loved her
asshole, and she loved for it to be played with. She sighed with
pleasure, and nuzzled around until she could place her lips on Thomas.
They kissed, and this time, she felt him kiss back. I'm in, she
thought.

Within minutes, she was laying on her back, and he was upright beside
her. He gripped her sweet pussy, squeezing her clit in her pussy lips
just like her dad had done, a thousand times. She laughed, wondering
what Thomas would think if he knew that Daddy fucked around with his
little daughter. She wondered if he'd be turned on, or disgusted.
Sadly, she thought, I'll never know.

Their lips were locked together. He was a good kisser, she thought.
She explored his mouth with her tongue, and he reciprocated. 

"Thomas..." she said. "Lock the door, and get undressed."





Two hours later, Thomas snuck back to his room. Saffron lay back,
relaxing. She was warm and sleepy. She felt good. Thomas had lived up
to her expectations, and exceeded them, even. He'd fucked her twice,
fast and furious the first time, and then long and slow the second. He
had licked her pussy for an hour at least, loving her tastes, just
eating her up. Saffron knew she had a tasty cunt... enough people had
tasted it and told her so. She wished sometimes that she could reach
it, she'd heard so much about it. She'd tasted good, tonight, on
Thomas's lips, when he'd raised back up and kissed her.

She'd sucked his cock, of course she did. That's just one of the
things that Saffron did. He hadn't cum in her mouth, he'd saved it so
he could fuck her. And fuck her well he did.

"Thomas," she'd whispered to him, "promise me this is only the start.
Promise me you'll come again, first chance you get."

"Darling... I promise," he'd said. "We have to be very careful, but I
promise. When I get my own place next year, this will be much easier.
You can come and stay with me on weekends and stuff."

Good, she thought. A little long-range planning. Good.

Saffron was happy. She slid into sleep, wondering who her next sexual
conquest was going to be. 





Saffron remembered, at times, that time, long ago, when Mr. Roberts
had spanked her butt. She remembered her dad spanking her, too, and
how that had seemed to start things between him and her. She was
twelve, now, though. Way too old for spankings. Or so she thought.

That summer, her whole family went camping, at a lake. Saffron
actually had fun, they skied and swam and did all the usual things. At
night her dad parked the boat up on the beach, and they all stayed in
a tent. That kind of sucked, it was crowded and non-private, she was
sleeping right next to her dad, but her mom was on his other side, so
they couldn't do shit. Thomas didn't go, he was getting ready for
college, and that sucked, she couldn't fuck around with him, either.

One night she left the campfire and walked up to the concession stand,
where the bathrooms were. It was dark and deserted, and kind of
spooky. She peed, sniffing in disgust at the dirty restroom. When she
walked out, she jumped and said, "Oh!" as a man appeared from out of
nowhere, headed in the men's room. He was a big cow-boy looking
fucker, and she could tell just by his walk that he thought he was a
bad-ass. She smiled to herself. She knew how to take bad-asses down a
notch or two. He stared, almost belligerently at her.

"Whachoo starin' at, little girl," the man said, and she smiled
sweetly. The urge to fuck with his little mind was overwhelming.

"Just a cowboy who left his girlfriend in the barn, eatin' hay," she
said, and he immediately stopped and frowned.

"Where you git off, makin' fun o' me?" he asked, puffing up. She
realized she might have gone too far. She backed up a step, but felt a
railing on her back. Shit.

"Aww," she said, "I was just jokin'... forget it..."

"Some shit ain't forgettable," the man said. "Take it back, girl."

"I take it back," she said. "Your girlfriend is probably laying in a
doghouse somewhere." Shit. My big mouth, she thought.

He really did puff up, then.

"Little girl... you want your ass kicked?" he said, and he looked
ready to do it.

"Naw..." she said, looking for a direction to run. She felt like she
could outrun him, if she had to. For reasons totally beyond her
control, her mouth said, "You ain't man enough to kick my fuckin' ass.
Spank it, maybe, but not kick it."

The man froze. She froze. Shit, she thought. I gotta watch that shit.
He finally walked past her, to the men's room. She was still frozen.
But, at the last second, he grabbed her arm, and yanked her into the
restroom with him. Oh, holy shit, she thought, this maniac is gonna
kill me, now.

He just stood there, staring at her. She finally said, "What?"

"You are one potty-mouth little girl," he said. "I ought to stick yore
head in one'a them toilet bowls, to make you watch your language."

"Oh, ugh," she said. She knew without seeing them how nasty they were.

"I might just do whut you said. I might just spank yore butt. I'm
guessin' it hasn't been done very much."

She made a funny face. He was right. It hadn't been done in years.

"C'mere," he said, grabbing her again. He kicked open the door to a
stall, and yanked her inside after him. Oh shit, she thought again. He
sat on the toilet, and pulled her to the side of his legs. He grabbed
her shoulder and pulled her down onto his knees, hitting her head on
the wall of the stall.

"Shit!" she said loudly.

"Sorry," he said, and she laughed. He was apologizing, as he spanked
her. That just struck her as funny for some reason.

"You laughin' at me? Still?" the man said, and she shook her head, and
said, "Oh, no. Hell no."

"You gonna learn a lesson tonight, girl," he said, and she felt his
hand in the crack of her ass. He pulled her bikini bottoms down, and
her ass was exposed. Shit, she thought. He's really gonna do it. Shit.

He swatted her five times, not the traditional ten. And it hurt like
hell, his hands were big, and hard and rough. He didn't hold back. She
winced, remembering that first time Mr. Roberts had spanked her ass.
This guy was worse, if memory served her correctly. Shit.

She guessed he was done. She wondered what he was doing, now.

"Are you staring at my ass?" she said, giggling. What the fuck else
could he be doing.

"You shore do got a purty ass, fer a little gurl," he said, almost
wistfully.

"I'm not that little, I'm twelve," she said. "Well, if you're not
gonna let me go, either kiss it or rub it."

He was silent for a moment. She felt him lean down, and she felt his
lips touch her on her hot ass. Ahhh, she thought. Guys. How
predictable.

He kissed her all over her ass. She knew that he was in her power,
now. She giggled some more. Sure enough, she felt him spreading her
ass cheeks apart. She felt his lips, first, and then his tongue, on
her puckered little asshole. What the fuck is it, she thought, what
the fuck is it about assholes that just totally captivates these guys.
Even her brother Thomas loved to lick her asshole. They'd been doing
it since spring, almost every night. Shit, she thought. Fucking shit.

"Little darlin'," the man said. "I'd love to do this until the sun
comes up, but somebody might come in. Can you get up?"

She raised herself off his knees, and stepped out of the stall. He
slowly followed her out. He looked a little abashed, she thought, now
that he'd spanked and then licked her ass.

"Here. We can do this," she said. She entered the stall, and
cautiously stood on the toilet seat, facing the wall. She pulled her
swimsuit down further, and bent at the waist as far as she could,
spreading her ass apart with her hands.

"Come in and shut the door," she said. "If anybody comes in, it'll
just look like you're peeing."

He made a funny laugh. She realized he wasn't ready for this.

"Darling..." he said, as he walked into the stall. He shut the door,
having to crowd against her to get it shut. "Darlin', do you realize
how much trouble I'll get into if I get caught? How old you say you
were? Twelve?"

"I'm almost thirteen," she lied. "Hurry, lick me. And get your cock
out."

"Shit," he said, heavily. She wondered if he would do it. She felt his
hands on both sides of her ass. And then she felt his tongue, on her
asshole. Sweet, she thought. Sweet. She stood there, her head against
the dirty wall, and let him lick and suck her asshole. 

The door slammed. They both froze. A man entered, and they heard him
whistling, as he walked over to the urinals. She heard his zipper,
about the time she heard a zipper behind her unzip, also. She suddenly
heard a splashing the bowl beneath her, and realized that the man was
peeing in it. She giggled silently. In a few moments, the man outside
zipped up, and they heard the door slam again.

"Shit!" the man behind her said, breathing a sigh of relief. She
giggled out loud then. She turned and tried to see his cock, but it
was beneath her line of sight. And, she was afraid of either falling
off the toilet, or stepping into it.

He licked some more. He couldn't get enough of her sweet asshole, she
knew. She knew this'd go on all night, unless she did something. She
finally wiggled around and made some noises. He finally pulled his
head back.

"Thank you, darlin'," he said huskily. She giggled. We're not done,
she thought, not by a long shot.

She cautiously turned, and finally stepped down onto the floor on
either side of the toilet. She got her first look at his cock, then,
and she was pleased. He was no Sven, but he had a nice one. And it was
hard, fuck it was hard. She knew he was pretty turned on. She was
pretty turned on.

She sat on the toilet, and pulled her legs up, and crossed them so
they couldn't be seen from outside. She leaned down, and grasped his
cock.

"Girl," he said softly, "are you sure about this?"

"Hell yeah," she said, laughing. "Mister... it's what I do. This is
not my first."

"Yeah, I kinda guessed that," the man said, finally laughing a little.
She leaned down further, and took his cock in her mouth. He felt fine.
He was hard, damn he was hard. She cupped his balls, jiggling them,
and sucked his cock as deep as she could. He sighed, and grabbed the
walls just to stay upright. She was good. He knew it, and she knew it.





The man had exited first, and then told her it was safe. They walked
down the hill, his hand on her shoulder. He had cum like a
motherfucker. Gallons of the shit. I won't need much dinner tonight,
she thought. Shit. He seemed much calmer and more likeable, now. Your
whole attitude changes, she realized, when you lick somebody's
asshole.

"Goin' home tonight," the man said, "wish I was stayin'." She laughed
softly. No, she thought, it's better this way. Just come and go. It
ain't like we got married or anything. She waved goodbye to him, and
headed for the tent.





After they got back home, the time for school drew near. Saffron spent
a Saturday helping Thomas move into the small apartment he was
renting, near the college campus. That night, they fixed some burgers,
and sat up and watched TV. Saffron had gotten her mom's permission to
spend the night with him, and sleep on his couch. Hah, she thought.
Fuck the couch. She knew where she was going to sleep.

They started on the couch, before they ever got to the bedroom. By the
time they moved to the bedroom, Saffron was naked, and Thomas just had
on a jockstrap. Saffron giggled. He looked pretty funny, with his hard
cock protruding beneath it. She jumped on the bed, and crawled under
the sheets. This was going to be a fucking weekend to remember, she
thought. They were gonna fuck all night, and maybe all day tomorrow.
She was going to suck him until his asshole turned inside out, and
then she was going to fuck him until he he begged for mercy. A good
fucking weekend.
 






The very End





The intercom beeped. "You have an unscheduled visitor, Mr. Roberts.
She says it's important," said Tonya, his new receptionist. 

"Send her in," he replied. Who the hell was this, now? An upset
parent? He was a busy guy. He didn't have time for bullshit. He'd make
short work of this one.

The door opened, and a tall, shapely brunette walked in. Fairly young,
maybe even high school age. Who the fuck? he thought. I don't know
her, but I'd sure as hell like to. 

"Mr. Roberts," she said, closing the door. And then, to his surprise,
she locked it. She threw her purse on the couch, and faced him, her
hands on her hips. What the fuck? he thought. She acts like she
fucking owns the place. His mind raced. Who the hell was she?

"Mr. Roberts," she said, staring into his questioning eyes. "Glad to
see ya. It's been a while. It's my sixteenth birthday, so I thought
I'd stop in and say hi. Hi!"

"Hi!" he said back. His lip trembled. He felt a tear run down his
cheek. Could this be...?

"Saffron... is that really you?" he said, feeling more tears.

"Hell yeah, it's me." the girl said, laughing. "Who else would stop by
just to see a washed-up old principal with a little dick?"

He just sat and stared. He hadn't seen her since she'd graduated
elementary school. He couldn't even think how many years ago that had
been. She was beautiful, staggeringly beautiful, he thought, and not
just because he loved her. He could see the Saffron in her, now, now
that he knew. She had grown up real good. Real good.

"I just wanted to say hi, and let you know I was alright," the girl
explained. She was still standing, and she slowly reached beneath her
skirt, and he saw her panties slide down her long legs and drop to the
floor. She stepped out of them, and advanced, coming around his desk.
She pushed his chair back against the wall, sat on his legs, her legs
spread wide. She fumbled with his zipper, and he could feel her hot
breath in his face.

"Get this motherfucker out, Mr. Roberts, and let's have a little fun,
like we did in the good old days. It's been too long since I've had
your dick in my ass. And you can even spank me, if you wish. I've been
a really, really bad girl."





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