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Title         : Girl Scout Cookies IV - Naked Twister

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Keywords : Pedo, MF, Mf, Mggg

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Synopsis : Chester M. Lester entertains young ladies at his home,
accidentally becomes a marriage counselor, buys some band candy and gets a
brother and sister together together for their first time.

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.

These are just words, people, just words. If you have a problem with words
see a competent shrink or an English teacher. I swear, this time I'm
through with this old fart. Please let him rest in peace. And I know this
is horribly long... if you finish it, you are probably a masochist.


                              --==+==--


The alarm went off. I leapt out of bed, ran my scrawny ass through the
shower, and dressed in a pair of loose bermuda shorts and a t-shirt. I
fired up my computer, and cleared out some old pictures I hadn't filed. I
wanted everything to be ready. I had a feeling this was going to be a good
day.

It was the first day of summer. My two angelic sweethearts... the Puella
sisters, Celestia and Gracia, were coming over for a day of fun. And
Chastity, the newest addition to my stable of little girls, was due also.
Both the sisters and Chastity had working parents, and would be left alone
all day to tend to themselves... but luckily I was available. I was happy
to watch all three of them. Thanks to cell phones, their parents could
check on them wherever they were. Although I'd have to remember to make
sure they'd turned that pesky GPS crap off. Chastity's mother knew she
spent time with me regularly, and hell, she'd even be dropping her off this
morning. I was unsure about the other girls, obviously their parents knew
they spent time with me, but I had never met the people. They seemed to
trust me with their daughters, and I didn't betray that trust, except for
the sex stuff. Of course, they had no idea the girls spent the amount of
time with me that they did.

Jenny had dropped Chastity off one afternoon, and I'd had a little talk
with the girl. I had to tell her I wasn't an angel, and I went as far as to
admit I was mostly devil. She knew that, I think, and she giggled and we
got things cleared up. We made up by making out, first I licked her to
another enchanting little orgasm, and then she took me into her mouth with
such skill it was hard to believe it was only her second time. I'd seen her
a time or two after that, sometimes in the company of her mother, where she
was a demure little angel, and sometimes by herself, where she was a
naughtly little devil. I loved her ever bit as much as I loved my two
original playmates.

Anyway, I wanted to be ready for whatever luck threw my way. I had
purchased a brand new camera with summer in mind, complete with flash and
macro lens, and I hoped to put it to good use. I had even stocked my
kitchen with goodies for the kids. I was prepared for a pre-teen
apocalypse. I had spent the last week giving my poor cock a rest and I had
high hopes that it would get a workout. I was pumped up and ready to play.


                              --==+==--


Last weekend Jenny, Chastity's mother, had spent Friday night with me, but
unlike usual she left instead of spending the night. That was okay, I
enjoyed her company and her body, at least as much as I was able to enjoy a
big girl. There were no chains tying us together. Oddly for me, I enjoyed
fucking and playing around with her even though I'd thought years ago that
I could only like little girls. I guess she satisfied something inside me I
didn't know still existed. I didn't expect it to last forever, but I'd take
it while I could get it.


                              --==+==--


I heard an engine idling in my driveway. I opened the door and peeked out,
and saw Jenny Bolivar leading Chastity to my house. I stood back and they
entered.

"Good morning, Chet!" said Jenny, and to my surprise she leaned forward and
kissed me on the cheek. I was surprised because as far as I knew her
daughter had no idea I fucked her mother on a regular basis. And, of
course, the mother had no idea I... well, played around with the daughter.
We hadn't got to the fucking stage yet, if ever, but that was okay. It
didn't always happen. What I got from her was sweet enough that I could
live without it if I had to. Well, I didn't live without it... I fucked
Celestia and Gracia almost every time I saw them. Maybe... I thought just
maybe... if they come over also, maybe Chastity can watch. That might spark
her interest in the act. Anyway.

"Good morning, ladies!" I said to the girls. Chastity smiled sweetly and
winked at me, the little hussy.

"If you have things to do Chastity will understand, and she can walk back
home. She has a key," said Jenny, and I nodded.

"I have nothing but time for my favorite angel!" I said, and Jenny nodded.

"Well," she said, "Just don't let her get on your nerves. You guys have
fun!" Oh hell yeah, I thought. Fun will be had, most certainly.

She kissed her daughter, and I walked her to the door. On the porch, out of
sight of Chastity, she seized me and hugged me to her body, and pinched the
head of my dick.

"Ooooh," she said, "you're hard, you horny old fart. I wish I didn't have
to go to work..."

I laughed and lied. "I'm horny for you, darling!" I said, and patted her
butt. I saw her off, and started back into the house.

"Mister Chester!" I heard a voice from down the street, and turned.
Celestia and Gracia were coming down the sidewalk, pulling their wagon.
Chastity came out on the porch, and we waited for the girls.

"Gosh!" said Celestia once they got up on the porch. "We thought we'd never
get away!"

"Did your parents go to work?" I asked, and Celestia nodded. "Yeah, and
they left a list of stuff a mile long. Stuff not to do."

"Hmmm..." I said thoughtfully. "Did it mention not to get fucked by a horny
old man?"

The girls giggled; Chastity looked a little shocked, but giggled too.

"Naw..." said Celestia. "They left that one off."

Good, I thought. We unloaded the wagon, and went into the house.

"Look what we found in mom's closet," said Gracia. "A whole bunch of games.
We can play games today, when we get tired of... of doin' stuff."

I'd never get tired of that, but that was okay. I'd play some games. Their
time here didn't have to be just sex sex sex. They were still kids, for
gosh's sake. But my eyes did light up when I saw one of the boxes.

"Gracia! Celestia!" I said, delighted. "Do you know what this is? This is
an original Twister game, in the original box." I seen that shit on E-bay
for crazy mad prices, but this was too valuable to sell. This was the
ultimate spectator sport for a dirty old man.

"Yeah," said Celestia. "That looks like fun. We'll do that one first."

"Ladies, I haven't made introductions," I said. "Celestia, Gracia, this is
my dear friend Chastity. I hope you girls can become friends, you all have
a lot in common."

The girls shook hands, and nodded to each other. I hoped for the best. I'd
planned this meeting for a long time.

"Well, ladies!" I said. "What do you girls want to do first?"


                              --==+==--


Fifteen minutes later I was in heaven. The girls were stark raving naked,
intertwined and contorted in a huge mass of twister-playing limbs... all
arms and legs, pink girlie parts and giggling faces. I was clicking away
like mad, burning up my new camera. My cock was poking out a leg hole,
harder than caramel in January.

It was Gracia's turn. I spun the wheel for her, and she stretched out
trying to reach a red dot. Her face went right into Chastity's cunt, and I
was pleased and turned on to see her little tongue extend. Chastity was
spread pretty wide, and her little clit looked red, hard and happy as
Gracia tickled it with her tongue. This game was a damn good idea, I
thought, holding the camera with one hand while my other hand worked my
cock. The game kind of went downhill after that, and before long Celestia
was giggling as she licked Chastity's asshole. Gracia was laying on her
back on the floor, her sister's cunt smashed against her face as her tongue
stabbed into Celestia's cunt. This shit is pure gold, I thought to myself.
Too bad nobody but me will ever see it. I'd learned long ago the dangers of
trading pics on the goddam internet. This shit was for my eyes only... but
if I ever started dying or got cancer or some shit maybe I'd blast it all
to usenet in one giant flood... who knows. It'd be a shame to die without
anyone else ever seeing it.

I clicked away, and made a pretty good dent in my 128 gig card. After a
while they broke up, and we all moved to the couch. Just feeling them
wrestling and rubbing around on my body was insane.

"Mister Chester!" said Gracia. "I'm hungry!" I got up, went to the kitchen
and preheated the oven. We played some more while the pizzas cooked.

Celestia lay back on the couch, her legs spread widely, and I rubbed her
clit with my cock, oozing slippery pre-cum like a little fire hose. The
girl turned me on like crazy. At last she said, "In!" and I knew what she
meant. I pushed into her body, her tightness giving me chills. I could see
Chastity watching with interest and I pumped away. I hoped it would give
her some ideas.

I slaved away, trying to make a little girl happy, and at last she began to
cum. She curled her hands into fists and squinched her little face up, and
the rest of us laughed silently at her. She came like a little wild animal,
gasping and sucking air into her lungs, and I clicked a few more pictures
of my cock plowing her little lips apart as it slid in and out of her. I
slowed and stopped after she came, I wasn't ready to unload my load yet.

"Mister Chester..." said Chastity plaintively. "How come you ain't never
done that to me yet?"

I laughed, and cuddled her on my lap, my hard cock poking up between her
legs. Gracia lay on the couch, and held her sister's head in her lap.
Celestia just lay there and panted.

"Chaz, darlin'..." I said. "I would love to do that to you, but it should
be your decision. If you want me to do it, we'll do it. But there's
something else to think about... would you maybe want your brother to be
your first? It would be very special for both of you, and I think it would
solidify your love for each other forever."

I knew a little about that, my sister was my first love, and my greatest.
What I said to Chastity hadn't really worked in my case, though. I still
saw her occasionally, though not carnally, of course. And she'd been my
most ardent supporter, throughout my... troubled years. I think she knew,
because of the things we did way back when, I think she knew and accepted
that I loved little girls. Although it was not hard to notice she kept me
away from her little girls.

"I dunno..." said Chastity. "I gotta think 'bout that..."

"Please do, darling!" I said. "There is no rush. Maybe you can talk to him
about it, when you are... when you two are together."

"I rub my brother's weenie for him," Chastity explained to the other girls.
"An' I put it in my mouth swallow his stuff when he jissums."

The girls nodded knowingly. Yes, they knew all about that, from their time
with me. Between the three of them, there were no better cocksuckers on the
planet, although their collective age was less than twenty-five.

"Mister Chester," said Chastity, "what you and Celest just did... the other
night I heard some funny noises and got up and peeked in my mom and dad's
bedroom... they were doin' that thing, that thing you just done with
Celest."

"Technically that is known as fucking, my dear," I said. What I'd just
heard was interesting. The last I'd heard, Jenny's husband couldn't even
get a hard-on for her with the help of Viagra(tm). And now he was fucking
her? That was good news, and I wasn't jealous, I was pleased for the woman.
She deserved it, she deserved better than what she'd been getting until I
came along. I was glad to hear it, and wondered how to broach the subject
next time I saw her... if there was a next time. Well, I knew her character
well enough by now to know that she'd tell me, at some point. She wouldn't
simply leave me high and dry.

The timer dinged. I took the pizzas out of the oven to let them cool, and
returned to the living room.

"Mister Chester!" said Gracia. "I wan' choo to fuck me, like you did
Celest!"

I sighed and bent my back to the millstone yet again. Having three masters
is hard work.


                              --==+==--


We were cleaned up, clothed and presentable by four o'clock. Chastity got a
text from her mother, and soon we heard her vehicle in the driveway. I
kissed Chaz goodby and reminded her to talk to her brother. She nodded
thoughtfully. I also reminded her, yet again, that our business was only
our business. She nodded and winked at me. I took the girls outside, and
introduced Celestia and Gracia to Jenny.

"Hey!" said Jenny. "I bought some girl scout cookies from you two!" They
all giggled. Chastity and her mother drove away. We went inside.

"We're leavin' these games here, okay?" said Celestia, and I nodded. Of
course. I herded them into the bathroom and made them brush their teeth,
Gracia had taken a mouthful of my cum thirty minutes earlier and I didn't
want to send her home with cum-breath. They finally departed, promising to
return bright and early the next morning. I cackled with glee. This was
going to be a wonderful summer. I locked the front door, and plugged my
camera into my computer. It was time to look at pictures.


                              --==+==--


All in all, it was an exhausting but fulfilling week. I'm not going to say
I got tired of the girls... but I did start getting in bed early, even for
me. That Friday afternoon when Jenny came to pick up Chastity she kissed me
on the cheek again, in plain view of her daughter. She put her mouth to my
ear and I felt her hot sexy breath in my ear.

"Tonight, my friend?" she said, and I nodded. "Of course!" I said. I was
plumb fucked out from the little girls, but I hoped I could recover in a
few hours for the big girl. Jenny liked it long and hard, but I thought I
could deliver, thanks to my years of practice.

That evening about nine o'clock there was a gentle knock on the front door.
I opened it and let her in. We made small talk, and at last we were curled
up on the couch, her in my lap.

"Chet..." she said. "Thanks so much for watching Chastity this week. She
positively loves it over here, she just bounces and glows after spending
the day at your place. She even gets along with her brother now, for some
weird reason."

I nodded and laughed to myself. She went on.

"I've got something to tell you... something to admit to you. But I think
you'll be happy for me, and I think you'll understand. And it's not the end
of things between us... I think I can still manage to fit you in. I feel
like I owe it to you... you are the reason this happened.

"My husband and I have... reconciled somewhat. A lot, in fact. One night
just to fuck with his head I put on a sexy bra and crawled up and stuck my
butt in his face. He ate my ass like it was candy, and his cock got... it
got harder than a fuckin' anvil. He fucked the shit out of me, almost as
good as you do. Since then we've fucked like rabbits... two or three times
a night even."

I nodded. Good, I thought. I'd hate to lose her, but I understood. Plus...
sometimes I felt like I needed to concentrate on my specialty... and that
was hot little pre-teen bitches, not big girls.

She went on. "We had a long talk the other night... and I told him
everything. He wanted to know why I'd changed, and I told him about you,
and what we do. And believe it or not, it turned him on like crazy. And
he's got this weird... this weird obsession, now. He wants me to come home
from here with your cum still in me. He said for me to not take a shower or
wipe or anything. Is that kinky or what?"

I laughed. Yeah, that was pretty kinky... and not really my cup of tea. Oh,
leaving some cum in her cunt was fine... but I wasn't crazy about other
men's cum. To each his own, though. I'd be glad to contribute to the cause
for her sake.

"Jenny," I said, "I'm glad to hear you have patched things up with him, and
I hope it just gets better from here on. I understand, and I'll understand
any changes you feel it's necessary to make in our relationship to improve
yours with your husband. Honestly, I'm very happy for you!"

I gave her a kiss, and she hugged me back. "I knew you'd understand," she
said, and cuddled down on my chest. "And, like I said... I'll still make
time for you. I think it'll just turn him on..."

"I'm sure he finds the new you very sexy," I said. "You are one hot and
sexy little bitch..." She laughed and pinched me.

"And best of all," she said, "we've switched churches. We now belong to the
sleep-the-fuck-in-on-Sunday-morning church. I think he's happiest of all
about that. I think he was getting tired of somebody else managing our
lives."

I had noticed lately she wore earrings, and her dresses had grown
increasingly short. I'd even seen her in slacks the other day. I was glad
for her. From what she'd told me, that church sounded more like a cult than
anything. I was happy they had gotten out from under the pastor's thumb.

"I'm nothing but happy for you!" I said. "Just please don't cut your hair.
I'll always be here for you, no matter what... you just do what you feel is
best. And thank you, thank you for all you've given me, and whatever you
give me in the time to come."

"Oh, we're still gonna cum, in the time to come," she said, feeling up the
leg-hole of my shorts and grabbing my semi-hard cock. "I'm gonna cum for
you and then go home and cum some more. The new me is a horny little bitch."


                              --==+==--


The next week started off well, although Celestia and Gracia had band
practice in the afternoon. Chastity took up the slack, and we had fun until
my cock ached. One late afternoon after Jenny picked her up I was lazing in
front of the computer, going through nudie pics I'd taken of her that
afternoon, as she splashed and played with the garden hose in my
fortunately stockade-fenced in back yard.

The doorbell rang. I was apprehensive, as always, and dismounted my
encrypted drives with the hotkey. Unfortunately,  pics were still on my
camera and could be recovered from the memory card even if erased... I just
hoped this wasn't the time that I should have taken care of that. I peeked
out the peep-hole. A girl stood there... deja-vu all over again... even
through the peephole I could tell she was beautiful. How many sad stories
start just like this? I thought, and opened the door.

The girl was little above what I thought of as my target age... maybe
thirteen, I'm guessing. She was both cute than beautiful... I know that's a
hard definition to clarify... but I thought of her as deadly cute. A little
round face, shoulder-length dark-brown hair, brown eyes, a cute little
button nose... and those lips. Goddam, why are lips like that put on a
child? How can they not know what that means to an old perv like me? I
would die to feel those lips sliding around on the head of my cock. I would
positively die. I shivered, and tried to give her my full attention.
Speaking of attention, my little soldier was already half-way to full
attention... and rapidly getting there.

She stood maybe five two... probably about normal for her age... she was
dressed in a pair of faded jeans and a t-shirt with the logo of her
marching band on it. Her arms and legs were strong, brown and muscular...
sexy off the scale... I could just imagine those strong young legs
squeezing my neck. She girl just oozed sensuality... not consciously, but
to a guy like me... she was sexy personified. Once again I marveled at
myself... I had  thought I just liked little girls... this one had
surprised me.

"Hi!" she said, giving me a sunny smile. I smiled back and replied in kind.
She continued.

"I represent the Southside Dukes marching band," she said, holding a
brochure out to me. "We're trying to raise funds for new uniforms by
selling candy. We got everything you might require to satisfy your oral
needs! Care to make a choice?"

Oh darling, I thought. I choose you to satisfy all my oral needs. I could
already imagine the heady taste of her soft hairy sweetness. Wait a minute!
I told myself. I thought you liked little girls. This one is still pretty
little, my self told me back. This ain't really bendin' the rules, much...

"My dear!" I said, and she giggled. "My dear, I would love to let you
satisfy all my oral needs. I'm sure my sweet tooth would love your
sweetness."

She giggled again, and charmed me by turning red. I knew she knew exactly
what I'd meant... but hell, she'd started it. I wondered if that little
speech she'd given me had been cleared by the band director.

I took the brochure, and skimmed it.

"Please come inside while I find a pen!" I said. She held one out but I
said, "I'm sorry, I have a special pen I use for things like this. Let me
find it."

She nodded, and to my pleasure followed me inside when I held the door open
for her. I found my naked lady pen, and made sure she saw it when I turned
it over and began to fill her form out.

I handed her the check. I probably bought more than I should have, but what
the hell. My little girls could eat it. I was charmed and hypnotized by
this cute little girl in my living room, and I wondered how I could keep
her longer.

"What do you play in the band?" I asked her, hoping she'd say clarinet or
something so I could imagine her blowing with other things in her mouth.
She giggled though.

"I'm a flag girl..." she said. "I carry flags and wave them around an'
shit."

I laughed, to hear her cuss. This girl was a little older and a little
harder than my usual fare. I could work with that.

"Is band considered cool now?" I asked her. "Or is it like it was in my
day, kinda nerdy?"

She really giggled then. "Yeah," she said, "it's pretty fuckin' nerdy. And
lotsa times I get called fag girl instead of flag girl."

I smiled. I wondered if she felt free enough to cuss around me since she
had noticed my naked lady pen. I wondered if she knew already I was an old
perv. I try to make my character pretty easy to read around young girls.

"Little darlin'," I said, "you've made my day, just by talking to me a few
minutes. And you are beautiful beyond compare. Would you mind if I took a
picture of you, so I can think of you when I... when I suck your sweet
candy in my mouth, and lick on it with my long tongue?"

She really giggled then, she actually cackled. I wondered if I'd succeeded
in making her feel naughty. I could tell she knew exactly what I was
talking about.

"Awww..." she said. "You don' want pics of me. I'm just a plain ol' girl."

"Wrong, sweetheart!" I said. "You are the epitome of major foxiness. I have
a computer full of pictures of girls like you, but you, my dear, are cuter
than any of them."

She was silent for a moment, and just stared at me. I wondered if she was
imagining what kind of naughty stuff might be on my computer. Finally she
spoke.

"Okay. Just one pic," she said, and nodded. I fetched my camera from my
computer desk, and turned it on.

"Oh dear!" I said. "I forgot to erase the pictures of my girlfriend!" I
rolled the thumbwheel four pictures ahead, where I knew a pic of Chastity
waited. It was of her cunt, basically, a close-up of her pussy, and except
for the lack of hair I didn't think this girl could tell how young she was.
In a way, I wanted her to know that, but I didn't want to scare her off.

I held the camera out so she could see the viewscreen on the back
momentarily. She looked and I saw her eyes widen and heard her suck in a
breath of air.

"Sorry 'bout that," I said, making a big deal out of nothing on purpose,
and pushed the shutter button to make the pic go away.

"When'd..." she said, pausing. "When did you take that?"

"Just this afternoon, my dear!" I said. "I see her often during the summer."

She stared at me, and I could almost see wheels turning in her head. "She
was pretty goddam naked," she finally said.

"Yes," I replied. "She's a free spirit. She's a nudist, and feels that
clothes are constrictive and a burden to her freedom of expression."

"Yeah..." the girl said. "Yeah... I know how she feels..."

She appeared to be thinking some more. Finally she lay her phone and her
paper down on my desk, and said, "Okay... you wanna take that pic?"

"Of course!" I said.

"Sorry, but you ain't gettin' no nudie pics..." she almost seemed
apologetic.

"I understand, darling!" I said. "That lifestyle is not for everyone!"

I clicked a pic of her head and shoulders, and she smiled sweetly.

"Thank you!" I said, remembering our agreement.

"Well..." she said. "I guess you can take some more..."

I clicked a few dozen, hoping at some point she'd show me a little more
skin, but I understood. Some girls take a while to get comfortable with
you. This one seemed to be warming up nicely, but it takes a while to thaw
the iceberg of society's false and constrictive morality.

She finally made some going-away noises, and gathered her papers and phone.
I walked her to the door.

"Mister..." she said slowly, drawing the words out.

"Chester," I said. "Chester M. Lester, at your service."

She giggled at my name, but I have no idea why. She extended her hand, and
I took it. It felt sexy, hot and soft. I love hands, I love the way they
look, and I love the way they can wrap around things.

"I'm Gwenevive," she said. I bowed and kissed her hand, a lingering kiss. I
heard her giggle above me.

"I'm pleased to meet you, Gwenevive," I said. "You are my new goddess. I
bow to you and you alone."

That wasn't true, I was just sweet-talking her. She was one of several, but
she was the newest.

She giggled some more. "I'm not your only..." she said. "I done seen you
got a girlfriend. And she does shit fer you I won't, like get naked."

I smiled. "We all have dreams, darling. You are mine. I have many
girlfriends, but only one true love." I stared intensely at her when I said
that, and I hoped she knew I meant her. She seemed a bit hesitant now, but
smiled at last. She finally said goodbye and I replied with the same. She
started down the sidewalk, but then stopped.

"You got a phone?" she said. I nodded. "Gimme yer number," she said. "Just
in case... just in case I can't read yore handwritin' when I get home."

I recited my number, and she entered it in her phone. She nodded, and we
said goodbye. She looked back at the end of the block, and saw me still
watching her. She waved and was gone. Well, I thought... the seeds are
planted and watered... just let them grow for a while. If they comes up at
all. Sometimes that's all you can do.


                              --==+==--


The seeds grew pretty damn quick. That night, an hour before bedtime I was
yet again going through the pictures I'd taken of Chastity, my cock in my
hand. My phone beeped and vibrated. I picked it up.

"Gwenevive the cute" it said, the name I'd given her. I read the text.

"what U doin" it said. I gritted my teeth. I hated the shorthand texting
language, and always replied to people in proper english.

"Nothing." I typed back. "Looking at pictures on my computer." I cursed the
god-awful little keyboard yet again.

She was silent a minute or two. Finally she typed, "porn qm"

I laughed. Why type one letter when two will do?

"Maybe." I said.

"U old perv," she typed. I laughed.

"I just like cute girls," I typed back. Once again she was silent for a
long time.

"I'm goin ot bed," she typed. Then she sent me a picture. It was nothing
special, just a cute pic of her obviously in a nightgown, waving at the
camera.

"Goodnight, beautiful," I typed. I didn't receive anything after that. That
was fine, I thought. Baby steps. It always starts with baby steps.

I wasn't nervous, yet. Nothing had really happened yet. I mean... for all
you know it's a parent or an undercover cop on the other end. Until I
received a verifiable cunt pic with her face also showing I would be
careful. I'd fallen for that trick once, and I didn't plan on it again.
Just playing with phones still felt like handling a loaded gun to me. I
tried to be careful.


                              --==+==--


It was Saturday. I had the day off, and I needed the rest. The girls were
wearing me out. And I had to build back up a supply of precious bodily
fluids. I laid on my hammock in the back yard, and napped. At six that
evening, there was a knock on my door. I opened it to find Jenny Bolivar
standing there. She smiled wickedly at me.

"May I come in?" she asked.

"I dunno..." I said. "I dunno if I wanna get mixed up with some other guy's
wife..."

She giggled and pushed past me. "He's taking Charles and Chaz out to eat
and then to a movie," she said. "He gave me permission to play... but I
told him you had taken some pics of me the other day, and now he wants a CD
of them. And he wants you to take more tonight. Sexy ones, he said. Way the
goddam fuck sexy, his words. And I'm s'posed to come home with a cunt full
of your spunk."

Oh, tall order, but I could deliver. The practice would do me good. She
dropped to her knees as I stood there, and unzipped my pants on the way
down. Off to a good start, I thought.


                              --==+==--


I was deep in her ass pumping like a locomotive when the doorbell rang.
Shit! I thought. Who the fuck could that be? I started to ignore it, but
Jenny sat forward and my cock slid from out of her butt. She nodded towards
the door and said, "It might be important. Give me a second to get dressed."

"Just a moment!" I called out through the door, and we found our clothes
and slid them on, me just pants and a pull-over, and her the little
one-piece dress she'd showed up in. I nodded and she nodded back and I
opened the door.

Gwenevive stood there, immediately looking past me and looking surprised.
She had what looked like my check in her hand. I wondered what this was
really all about, and what might have happened had Jenny not been there.

"Yes, my dear?" I said. She stammered and mumbled, but I understood that
I'd forgotten to sign the check. Truth be known I'd forgotten on purpose,
hoping for this very thing, a return visit. I found my pen, and signed the
check on my front door.

I looked back at her. Her lips were set in a tight line, and she looked at
bit peeved. I'm sorry, I mouthed at her. She shook her head and we said
goodbye. I wondered if Jenny had caught any of that.

She had. "Another one of your little girlfriends?" she said, as her dress
dropped in the floor.

I laughed. "I wish," I said. "She's just a little girl that came by
yesterday selling band candy. I had forgotten to sign my check."

"Yeah, yeah," she said, laughing at me. "You are full of surprises. It's a
good thing I was here to keep anything naughty from happening."

I laughed and bent over her ass as she supported herself, kneeling on the
couch. Her asshole tasted fresh, and well... assy. I loved it and slurped
it like it was band candy. I thought about Gwenevive, and her
surely-beautiful little asshole. I wondered if I'd blown the
one-in-a-million chance I'd had with her. She didn't seem pleased that
another woman was here. I wondered what she'd had in mind, showing up this
late on a Saturday night.


                              --==+==--


I finally slapped Jenny on the ass and sent her home a little before ten.
And her cunt was dripping, my balls had come through for me, I hadn't came
in her mouth when she sucked me or her ass when I fucked her, I'd saved it
all for her pretty little cunt. I hoped Edward was pleased.

I crawled in bed, exhausted. Right on schedule my phone beeped. Here we go,
I thought, and picked it up.

"u horny perv" she typed.

"Sorry, it's my nature," I typed back.

"well u dont no what u missed," she typed. I grimaced. True, I didn't, but
don't rub it in, darling.

"My heart is broken," I typed. "Give me another chance."

She was silent for a long time. Then a picture came through. It was her,
this time a full body shot, with a little thigh. She was wearing panties
and a bra... tiny little panties too, and I knew they were a thong in back.
It was instantly recognizable as her when I zoomed on the face. I was
pleased. I hoped for more.

"Oh, thank you!" I typed. "Thank you! You are beautiful!" And she was, too.

Once again, silence for five minutes. I gave up and put the phone down, and
then it beeped. "nite," was all she said. I typed back "Goodnight,
sweetheart."


                              --==+==--


I got a surprise Sunday afternoon. There was a knock on my door, and I
opened it. There stood angel number three, Chastity. With her was a young
man of indeterminate age, with an almost angry look on his face.

"Hello Chastity!" I said, and stood aside. She entered, and then turned and
looked at the boy, whom I was sure was her brother. At last he sighed, and
reluctantly entered.

"Mister Chester," she said. I guided them to the couch, and seated myself
in the wicker chair. She went on. "Mister Chester, I tol' my brother 'bout
what you said. 'Bout brothers an' sisters doin' it. But he gots a problems
with it..."

The boy interrupted, and his tone was as angry as his look. "I ain't got
problems with that," he said. "I got problems with an old man talkin' to my
sister about stuff like sex."

Ah, I thought. I felt like I understood now.

"Well," I said. I wondered how much Chastity had told him of what went on
at my house. Hopefully not the whole story.

"I am Chester M. Lester," I introduced myself to him. In spite of his anger
he smiled at my name, for some reason. I continued. "And you are...?"

"Thomas," Chastity said for him. "This is my brother, Thomas."

"Yes," I said. "Well, let's see. True, I am an old man, Thomas, and I past
the age of interests in things sexual. I was merely giving your sister some
advice, based on my years of experience in this great mystery that we call
life. Chastity, my dear... refresh my failing memory, and tell me once
again exactly what you told me about you and your brother."

She looked a little piqued, I think she just wanted me to say a few words
and solve the problem. But I needed to know where we stood, as far as what
he knew.

"I just tol' you," she said, "I tol' you that we loved each other a whole
lot, an' I thought he was the one. The one for that... that special thing,
like what I saw Mom and Dad doing the other night."

"Yes," I said, "the act of love. The ultimate expression of one person's
love for another. Thomas, you do love your sister, right?"

He slowly nodded, still looking like he was burning at me. I wondered if
his fear was that I might find out about the things the two of them did
together.

"Children," I said, "just like I told you earlier, Chastity, nothing will
ever leave this room. Anything you tell me is in complete confidence. I do
no even write things of this nature down, when I am asked to assist young
couple who wish to express their love for each other. Do you understand,
Thomas?"

He nodded grudgingly. Good. I hoped that reassured him somewhat.

"The physical act of love is very special," I said. "It is the ultimate
thing we can do to show our love for another human. It is an expression of
love, the ultimate, as I said, and an opening of your soul to that special
person. We can say I love you all day long, but this proves it. Intercourse
is misused today, of course, many people just use it to take pleasure for
themselves, but it is more an act of giving than taking. You are giving
your partner pleasure, the very best pleasure that we as humans can
experience. You should enter into intercourse with nothing but love for the
other person in your heart. As I mentioned to Chastity, brothers and
sisters have a special love to start with... a kind of built-in love that
amplifies these feelings and will provide the foundation for a lifetime of
loving experiences. I know this for a fact, my own sister was my first and
most sacred lover, and I daily weep for the harsh society, laws and customs
that eventually led her to believe that what we did was wrong. I counsel
young people, when I counsel them, to first... first follow your hearts.
That is what I tell you. If you think you are strong enough to experience
this level of intense love and sexual pleasure, follow you heart. It will
tell you what to do."

Whew, I thought. I was almost proud of that speech, although parts of it
were bullshit. I stared at the two of them. Chastity smiled, but Thomas
still looked pissed off.

"See?" said Chastity. "See what I mean? He knows this stuff."

The boy shook his head. "It's still none of his business," he said. I
sighed. Some nuts are hard to crack.

"Thomas," I said. "You are right. It is not my business. And I'll bow out,
now. I said my piece. Just remember, no matter what you think of me...
remember your little sister loves you and looks up to you. Maybe this is
not the right time. Maybe you need to think about it for another day, or
month or year. You know what she has offered you, though... she has offered
a rare and precious gift, first her love, and secondly her hymenical
virginity. She will never have that again, after that first time. The
choice for you is... is it you, or someone else? Someone that might not
love her as much as you do?"

He grimaced. "I dont tol' you my problem ain't that, it ain't doin' it. My
problem is you bein' involved in my sister's affairs."

"Thomas," I tried another tack, and lied guilelessly. "Your sister and I
are friends... probably more than you have realized. And that's pretty much
it. We will never have the intimacy that you and her possess. I envy you
for that. And I'll butt out, now. The only thing left to tell you is that I
will offer you a safe place, if or when you wish to say yes to her offer.
Think about that... and take it as a gift, a peace offering. I am no threat
to your sister, in any case, and no threat to you."

He didn't seem convinced, but at last they stood and made goodbye noises. I
saw them to the door, squeezing Chastity's arm in sympathy, and winking at
her. She grinned and winked back and they left. I felt for her... it seemed
like that's what she really wanted... and I'm sure he wanted it, too. Who
doesn't want to fuck their foxy little sister? No one I know for sure.


                              --==+==--


That night, in what had become a ritual, I waited for my picture from
Gwenevive. Last night's had been a good one, a thong with her back half
turned, exposing a good portion of her tight firm ass... and a tiny bra
that had looked like two postage stamps and a rubber band. I could see the
faint coloration of her aureole, even... I was pumped. I waited, moping
around the living room, and sure enough suddenly she texted me.

"what u doin old perv," she typed.

"Just thinking of you," I typed back.

"what ur hand doin," she said.

"It is tired," I said. "It worked hard today, thinking of you,"

"laff," she said.

"Thank you for the picture," I said.

"What pic," she said.

"The one you're going to send me," I said back.

"laff," she said again. When it arrived a minute later, it was crazy sexy.
She stood, totally naked, her right hand pinching together yet covering
both nipples, although still exposing a lot of breast. Her left middle
finger was perfectly down the center of her slit in a cute little "fuck
you" gesture, covering up everything but exposing a nice little tangle of
pubic hair on the sides. I felt like we were just a day or two away from
the spread-eagled pussy pic, after seeing that one.

"Oww." I texted back. "My hand."

"laff," she said.

"Darling, you are beautiful beyond words. That is the sexiest picture I've
ever seen," I said.

"dont let it out," she said.

"I promise!" I texted back. I wouldn't anyway, I'd respect the girl's
privacy. Her privacy to show me naughty shit. I loved her even more for
that. I was still examining my feelings about her... and wondering why my
subconscious had chosen her. She was a good three years past what I thought
of as my target age. Was I maturing in my love for little girls? Was this
just a fluke? Maybe she was just a sexy middle girl instead of a sexy
little girl. I guess it doesn't matter, if you do what I'd told Chastity
and Thomas, if you follow your heart. I certainly was with this girl.

I gushed about the pic a few more times, and she was silent for a while.
Then she said, "nite," and I texted back, "Goodnight, darling." The fun was
over for the evening, although... I gotta admit... my arm did get a little
tired.


                              --==+==--


Monday was fun but the girls got cabin fever after a morning of fucking and
sucking. I cleaned them and myself up and we walked to the park. I met an
old friend of mine there with his grandkids, and we sat on a bench and
talked as the children played on the monkey bars.

"Chet..." he said. I nodded.

"Quite a bundle of little girls you got there..." he said. I nodded again.

"They are my life," I said, being honest. "I cannot live without them."

He laughed slightly. "I thought you were supposed to stay away from little
girls," he said. We were very carefully not meeting each other's eyes, for
some reason.

"Well..." I said. "That was a matter of my probation. I believe it's over,
now. It's been way longer than five years. I have paid my debt to
society... that one, at least."

"Yeah," he said. "Not threatenin' you or anything. Just something I'd
thought."

"Yeah," I said. "I understand. No offense taken."

"They are little angels," he said.

"Yeah," I said.

"Almost couldn't blame a man," he said.

"Yeah," I said.

"Gotta admit, the thoughts that go through my own head sometimes... pretty
wild. Kinda scary."

"Yeah," I said. "Gotta watch those thoughts, make sure they stay bein' just
thoughts." I felt a little dishonest saying that, considering the things
I'd done and would yet do to my girls, but... don't trouble trouble 'til
trouble troubles you. I think he understood, though, I could see him nod
out of my peripheral vision.

"Well, good to see you're keepin' your head on straight. Old men... old men
don't fare well... in the places you've visited in the past."

"Yeah," I said for like the fiftieth time. "That's a good way to keep them
thoughts in line."

"Yeah," he said. "Yeah."

Someday I'll take my own advice, I thought. Probably not today, though.


                              --==+==--


Tuesday morning was a surprise. Chastity arrived on foot, after the other
girls had been there a while. When Gracia started to strip, Chastity said,
"No, not yet! Please wait!"

Within a minute a knock sounded at the door. Chastity flew to open it and
there stood Thomas. Chaz introduced him to the other girls, and he solemnly
shook my hand. He seemed a little less angry today, at least.

"Mister Chester!" said Chastity. "What you said... what you said 'bout
givin' us a place... could we  maybe use your bedroom? Could we do that?"

Thomas seemed a little nervous at the deflowerment of his sister being
spoken of so casually in front of other children. He flinched and looked
over at Gracia, and I could tell what he was thinking.

"Oh, gaw!" said Celestia to Chastity. "You are gonna let him fuck you? That
is so cool!"

Thomas flinched again at Celestia's language. Gracia piped up, before he
could get his composure.

"That is too cool girl!" she said to Chastity. "You gonna let your bro fuck
you? That is way cool. I wish I had a bro, I'd be fuckin' him ever day."

"Yeah," said Celestia. "Fer damn sure. You lucky, girl."

Thomas just shook his head. I met his eye and smiled at him. He shook his
head again. I knew the girl were blowing his mind. The little girls cussed
at my house, well they didn't really cuss, they just said "fuck" when they
were talking about intercourse. We'd chatted about it, and I'd tried to
make sure they realized they shouldn't talk like that at home.

"Well," I said. "Give me a minute to change the bedclothes, and you can
have it for as long as you need it."

The five of us went into my bedroom and I got fresh sheets out of the
closet. The girls helped me change the bed, and we were done quickly.

"Chastity, darling," I said. She looked at me. "You have not started
bleeding yet, have you?" She shook her head solemnly.

"Be warned, children... you are taking a risk, even this once. Your body
could be fertile, as we speak, and your very first period just not started
yet, although... you are quite young. Are you willing to take that risk
though?"

Thomas looked at her and she at him. They slowly nodded.

"Just this once," he said. I nodded too, the chances of that happening were
probably actually pretty slim. And the girl was still pretty young.

"You need to pay close attention to that," I told them. "Maybe after this
it would be a good idea to use a condom. You sure don't want to get
pregnant at this age when you have your whole life ahead of you. If you
need condoms let me know, I will be glad to furnish them for you, and show
you how to use them."

They both nodded again. I turned and tried to lead the other girls out.

"Awww..." said Gracia. "We wanna watch."

"Yeah," said Celestia. "Chaz... let us stay with you. We can help, we both
do it all the time, you know that."

"Erk!" squeaked Thomas. His eyes were wide as the stared at the two girls.

"You... you mean... you're not virgins?" he finally asked in a stuttering
voice.

"Heck no," said Celestia. "I got my cherry popped a long time ago."

He looked at Gracia, almost pleading. I knew her obvious age was freaking
him out slightly. I decided to stay out of this one.

"Yeah, me too," said Gracia. "I got mine popped a month or so ago. It ain't
no big deal. And it's funner than fuck." Well, so much for the "they don't
cuss" speech.

Thomas slumped on the bed. His mind had been thoroughly blown, I could tell.

"Come on, kids," I said. "Let's let them have a little privacy."

"No, wait..." said Chastity. "Thomas... please... please let them stay..."

He grimaced and argued, but she was persuasive. She never said she wouldn't
do it if he didn't follow her wishes... but at last I think he just gave up.

"Okay," he said. "Just please don't talk and giggle the whole time.
Promise?"

"Yeah," said Gracia. "We promise."

I smiled and quietly left the room, shutting the door. I had slipped a
small bottle of mineral oil into Celestia's hand, and winked at her. I
hoped she'd understand what it was for. And I hoped for the best for the
brother and sister... I hoped it was something they could remember their
whole life.


                              --==+==--


I think it was. I sat in my living room in front of my computer, and
watched the live video from the pinhole camera I'd installed in my
headboard when I first began fucking Celestia and Gracia. I'd always
thought at some point they'd end up in my bed, but they never had. Now the
damn thing would come in handy. The video was being recorded in high
resolution right onto my encrypted drive.

The girls had stripped almost immediately, but Thomas took a lot longer.
Finally Chastity helped him, giggling, and at last he was naked. He stood
shyly, covering himself with his hand, while the girls talked and giggled.
What little I saw of his cock told me he was rock-hard. I didn't dare turn
the sound up, and I had a browser ready to cover the video with, in case
one of the girls came out of the bedroom. I watched as Thomas finally moved
to the bed, and Gracia tried to kneel in front of him. He pulled away from
her, frowning from what I could tell, and I saw Chastity furiously talking
to him. At last his sister settled in front of him, and took his hard cock
in her sweet mouth. He leaned back, supporting himself with his arms, and
let his sister suck his cock. At last she rose, and said something to him.
He nodded, and Gracia settled in place. She sucked until he touched her
head, and they stopped for a while. I knew the feeling... I was sure he'd
been close to cumming. Celestia finally got her turn, and at last she
reluctantly pulled away.

Gracia crawled up on the bed, and settled at the foot of it. Perfect, I
thought... if she'd been at the headboard, all I'd be able to record was
the middle of her back. Instead, spread out before me was Gracia, on her
knees, and Chastity, her head and shoulders on Gracia's upper legs. Gracia
cradled Chastity's head in her hands, and Chaz relaxed and spread her legs
wide. That alone was worth the cost of the camera, a nice view of her
pretty little spread snatch, although... truth be known, I probably had a
thousand high resolution pics of that cute little thing already. This time
was special, though.

Thomas slowly and carefully crawled up on top of his sister. I didn't
really want twenty minutes of his asshole, but I got it... you could still
see her little cunt at times, between his spread legs. They hugged and
kissed, and whispered to each other... it was beautiful. I got all
teary-eyed, remembering laying down my own sweet sister in a bed of hay out
in the barn. Finally his hips rose, and he said something to Celestia. She
squirted some oil onto her hand, and reached beneath him... I couldn't see
it, but I imagined her hand was rubbing oil on his cock. She stayed there
beside him, and I could tell she was guiding his cock as he lowered
himself. This will be interesting to listen to tonight, I told myself.

I never knew if Chaz's cherry popped or not... it didn't appear to hurt her
any, at least. Some girls are like that. I'd had some that screamed in
pain, and some that barely raised an eyebrow. At last Thomas began to
slowly pump her, in and out and in and out, and I watched for some minutes
as he got faster and faster.  I could see Gracia lean down occasionally,
whether to talk or kiss Chastity I'm not sure. Celestia sat on the edge of
the bed, and I saw her fingers working at her sweet little cunt. I hoped
she was getting off just from watching. I promised myself to put a camera
in my dresser also, to get a side view. I can't think of everything.

The kids just went on and on. Jeez, they fucked for a long time. I started
worrying about filling up my hard drive, that video shit gobbles the disk
space in a hurry. At last I felt like they were getting somewhere, just
from watching Celestia and Gracia's reactions to what was going on. I
strained my ears, and heard a moan from the direction of my bedroom. Damn,
I thought... those little guys are hard-core... they'd fucked for twenty
minutes, at least.

I think Chastity came about the ten minute mark, I wasn't sure. The
soundtrack might tell the tale later. But I could tell she came at the end
without any problem. Her arms and legs flailed for a moment, and then her
arms curled up in that characteristic thing that young girls seemed to do
when they cum. I could see her head whip from one side to the other, and
Gracia looked up at Celestia and giggled. I saw dimples in  Thomas's ass as
he pinched his cheeks together. His body rose at the shoulders, trembled
for a moment, and then slumped. The act was over. He'd done good, his
sister had came like crazy at least once.

He finally pulled himself off his sister, and lay on the bed beside her.
She rolled and lay on him, and they kissed. Gracia kissed her, and Celestia
had to get in on it, and then Gracia kissed Thomas... I could tell he was
surprised from the way his body twitched, but he let her do it. Then, I
guess to just round things out, Celestia and Gracia kissed. They sat on the
bed for a while and talked, and Celestia slid down Thomas's body and took
his cock in her mouth. I could tell that got to him too, but he dealt with
it. I could tell Gracia was giggling, and she spread Chastity's legs, and
buried her face in Chaz's cunt. That Gracia... she was something. I felt
proud of her. She cleaned Chastity's cunt of sperm while Celestia cleaned
Thomas's cock. It looked like one hell of a party.

The kids sat around and talked after that. At one point Chastity reached
down and idly took her brother's cock in her hand, and jacked it. I think
they were all surprised, even Thomas, when it began to harden. After some
talk there was some activity as they re-arranged themselves on the bed,
this time with Gracia laying her head in Chastity's lap. I started the
recorder again, and Thomas crawled on top of the smaller girl, once again
Celestia guided him in, and away they went. The boy was incredible... he
just wailed away on my little darling, and soon I could tell she had a nice
orgasm, although mostly all I saw of it, once again, was Thomas's asshole.

After Gracia recovered Thomas rolled over, and Celestia slid in underneath
him. Gracia guided, Chastity cuddled Celestia's head, and Thomas did what
he did best, he fucked. Another five minutes went by, and I got a warning
about disk space. Shit, I'd have to buy another hard drive when this was
over. I almost couldn't stand it, but I let it run, and at last I could
tell Celestia was cumming. She had a nice big one, Chastity and Gracia
giggled at each other, and at last Thomas fell over on his side. The show
was finally over. I clicked the stop button, breathing a sigh of relief...
I didn't know if the file would save properly, if it ran out of disk space
in the middle. But damn... it was... stimulating.

On the screen I could see the kids getting dressed so I closed the camera
viewer and was sitting innocently on the couch playing on my phone when
they emerged from the bedroom.

Chastity ran to me and hugged me, and told me thanks. Thomas, who seemed
amazingly calm for Thomas, shook my hand and also said thanks. The girls
followed him outside and saw him off, and returned.

"How was it, ladies?" I asked.

Chastity grinned at the other girls, who giggled. "It was... it was super!"
she said. I smiled. Now that she'd been done and done right I didn't think
it would be long before I got to sample a little of that sugar. The girl
was, well, insatiable about having her clit and ass licked... and now that
she had a taste of fucking I didn't think it would be long before she gave
me some of that.Things were working out just fine.


                              --==+==--


I didn't hear from Gwenevive that night. Or the next. I wondered if our
little text affair was over. Friday night I was at loose ends. Jenny hadn't
said anything about visiting when she arrived to pick up Chastity that
afternoon. I didn't mind, I'd just have a quiet evening recovering my
strength, and go to bed early. My phone beeped and vibrated. I looked at it.

It was from Gwenevive. "in naborhood," it said. A few seconds later... "got
girl there qm."

"No," I texted back.

"i stop by," she said. I smiled. Of course, darling.

"Sure! Please!" I sent, and hurried to the bedroom to change into my loose
bermuda shorts and a t-shirt. I was barely done when the doorbell rang.

Once again, she took my breath away. She wore a little ruffled shirt, that
left eight inches of stomach bare between the bottom of her boobs and the
waist of her shorts. Her stomach was slim, brown and sexier than fuck with
a deep navel complete with a sexy little button of flesh at the bottom. Her
shorts were a pair of worn levis, hacked off to make a pair of high-riding
shorts with threads dangling off the legs. I would die to see her spread in
those shorts, I'm certain they wouldn't really cover anything up. I already
had my hopes up... why was she here, late on a Friday night? What was
really going on? I had no idea but I had high hopes.

I ushered her in, and seated her on the couch. I asked, she nodded, and I
went to the kitchen and fetched her a Pepsi.

"What's going on this evening?" I asked.

"Nuttin'," she said. She just stared at me. "Just killin' time..."

"You don't have friends you run around with?" I asked. "Don't you have half
a dozen boyfriends?"

"Shit no," she said, smiling.

"You should, as cute as you are," I said. She shook her head deprecatingly.
"You're just sayin' shit," she said. "I guess I'm okay, but I ain't cute. I
sure ain't beautiful."

I sighed, and shook my head at her.

"Darlin'," I said. "Why do you girls think that? Child, you are beautiful
beyond words almost. And I'm a good judge, I've seen some pretty good
lookin' chicks in my time. You are in the top ten at least. You make my
heart skip a beat every time I see you. Look at yourself critically in the
mirror some night. Forget what anybody might have ever said to you...
people say hurtful things to children, and those things become part of
their life forever. I hope that's never happened to you... but I can't
imagine why you think you're not beautiful."

She looked at the ground and fidgeted. "My dad..." she said hesitantly. "My
dad says shit sometime he don't mean. I know he don't mean it, but it
hurts. He's always sorry later... but sorry don't count for shit when
somebody hurts your feelin's."

I felt for the girl, I truly felt for her. Life was unfair. I knew I could
do so much better, in spite of what I hoped to get out of her. I wanted to
lick her asshole and fuck the bejeezus out of her, but I'd never put her
down. I instinctively hated the guy already.

"Darlin'!" I said, moving from the wicker chair to sit beside her on the
couch. She didn't flinch away from me. I tentatively reached out, and she
let me put my arms around her and hug her to my body. "My dear, life isn't
fair, I'm sure you noticed that, even at your tender age. Beauty is a
tenuous thing, and difficult to judge, on ourselves or others. To me, and
I'm sure to most of the boys you go to school with, you are beautiful. Cute
as hell, and beautiful. Just give some lucky guy a chance. Get to know him,
and ask him one day. I guarantee he'll say what I've said, that you're
beautiful."

She snorted, but I could hear the smile in her voice without seeing her
face. "Thanks for tryin' to cheer me up," she said, and I smiled.

"I'm not just simply trying to do that," I said. "I'm telling you what I
truly believe. You are beautiful. Your body is beautiful, and your
spirit... your soul, call it what you will, is beautiful too."

She snorted again. We sat for a moment in silence. I released her and we
both sat back. She had seemed comfortable in my arms, and that pleased me.

"Well," she finally said, taking a sip from her Pepsi. "maybe that shit's
true a little bit. But I bet a horny old perv like you would say any chick
is cute just to get into her pants."

I laughed, Probably close to true... but honestly, this girl was beautiful
to me. I was frustrated that I couldn't seem to get her to believe it.

"Darlin'," I said. "I freely admit that, and I am the horniest old pervert
you'll ever meet. But this time it's different, with you. Deep inside I
love you, I truly love you, and perv or not I know a beautiful girl when I
see her. And I'm looking at one right now."

She smiled at last, an honest sincere smile. I hoped I'd made a dent in her
lack of self esteem, or whatever was affecting the way she felt about
herself. I cussed her bastard dad out again.

"Mister Chester..." she said. "I came here for a reason, actually... I
wasn't just in the neighborhood like I said. I wondered if... maybe if I'm
as pretty as you say... I wondered if you wanted to take some more pictures
of me."

I smiled broadly. I stood and picked up my camera. She grinned up at me. It
looked like a good Friday night, after all.


                              --==+==--


The clothes came off surprisingly quickly. One minute she was dressed in
the skimpy little bare-midriff shirt that she came in, and the next minute
it was in the floor. I didn't have to beg or whine or cry or anything. She
grinned wickedly and cupped her bra-covered breasts in her hands, squeezing
and mashing them together. Her breasts were fabulous, perky little
hand-sized orange-shaped boobs. I'm not really a breast man, for obvious
reasons... but these really turned me on. I could see her nipple beneath
the cloth when her hands weren't over them... her nipples looked huge and
fat and puffed out and I wanted to taste them like crazy.

She sat on he couch, and squirmed and writhed as I clicked picture after
picture. At last, to my satisfaction, the spread began. The shorts were as
I imagined... not even an inch width of jeans material that ran up the
center of the crotch. She was obviously wearing a thong... I saw the white
string of it occasionally as she spread and spread further. I couldn't see
her cunt, but I could see the puffy pink flesh that surrounded her pussy
lips, and her dark scrubby pubic hair. I knew the cutest little teen-aged
pussy lurked just fractions of an inch out of my sight.

She seemed to be enjoying herself. And what little girl doesn't want to be
a porno star? I asked myself. She smiled broadly, when she wasn't looking
sultry and fuckable. I just kept on clicking. Finally she stopped and sat
on the couch, breathing heavily.

"Mister Chester..." she said. I put the camera down and gave her my
attention.

"Yes, darling?" I said.

"What are you gonna do with these pitchers?" she asked. She seemed honestly
curious.

"Well," I said. "They'll go on my encrypted drive, and be safe forever.
I'll look at them every day probably, when I need to remember what a sexy
little fox you are. And I'll probably spend some quality alone time with
them."

I knew she'd understand the reference to masturbation. She giggled and
almost turned red, and I smiled at her. God, she looked sexier than fuck
just sitting there in her bra, her legs a foot apart at the knee. I clicked
a few more pics and she laughed at me.

"Nobody'll see them?" she asked.

"Nobody but me..." I replied.

"Promise?" she said.

"Promise." I said.

She slowly reached behind her back and fumbled for her bra fastener. I
began clicking like crazy, I wanted to immortalize this unveiling forever.
She smiled at me and let her bra slide down her arms. She threw it in the
floor and said, "Ta da!"

Her tits were marvelous. Like I said, two little oranges. I could see the
curvature underneath them, where they joined to her body. Her nipples were
out of this world, fat puffy and pink... with little goosebumps on them.
Her nipple was actually about the size of the tip of my little finger, and
her areolas were fat puffy lumps of pink flesh. I love flat little girl
chests, but I loved these tits also like I've never loved anything. This
girl was made for me just like my other three, I realized. She was perfect.

She stood and danced, she gyrated and whirled, her little breasts bouncing
and bobbing. Her stomach was flat and sexy, and I could see the muscles
beneath the skin. Her perfection almost saddened me, I know how rarely it
lasts... teenaged girls are blessed with the most incredible bodies, for a
few brief years. I hoped she managed to hold onto it, this incredible
beauty.

Once again, after maybe five minutes, she flopped on the couch. Her legs
were spread widely, and I clicked and zoomed in, crouching and clicking
away.

"You goddam pervert!" she said, giggling.

"Darling, you are beautiful beyond compare..." I said, telling the truth.
"I want to remember you forever. Ever bit of you."

"You wanna see all of it?" she asked, and I knew just what she meant.

"I want to see whatever you'll show me," I said. "It's up to you, darlin'."

She thought for a few seconds, and then slowly put her hands on the button
of her shorts.

"You promise nobody's gonna see this shit?" she said. I shook my head. I
said, "Nobody, darlin'. Nobody."

She unsnapped her shorts and kicked them down her legs. I was right, she
was wearing a thong... it looked like a thong made of a single piece of
string. I could literally see her pussy lips divided in two by it, through
the view finder. I was clicking away madly, of course. She let me take a
hundred pics of her pink pussy lips bulging around the string, and then
grinned at the camera and drew the thong down her legs. I was in heaven.
She spread her legs lewdly, and flipped me off, her hand in front of her
cunt. I was charmed and we both giggled.

She posed every bit as good as a seasoned porno model, spreading her legs
widely, aiming her ass at the camera, or spreading her pussy lips as I
zoomed in every closer. I swear my lens fogged up, I got so close. I knew
by now... I had a feeling by now that I'd be tasting that pussy, before the
night was over. Why else was she here? Is this all she wanted from me? I
couldn't imagine that. She had acted earlier like she didn't even expect
copies of the pictures, and that was fine with me... I didn't want her
parents to find them.

At last she seemed worn out. She lay on the couch and panted like a dog,
and giggled up at me. I took a last few casual shots of her just laying
there, and put my camera down. I went to the kitchen and got her a fresh
Pepsi, and she told me thanks and took a sip.

"You were fabulous, darlin'," I said. "You should be a model. I should pay
you for this."

She laughed. "That'd make me a whore!" she said.

"No, it wouldn't," I said. "If I paid you for sex, that would make you a
whore. I can't pay you for sex, though... you'd be worth at least a million
bucks and I don't have a million bucks."

She laughed. I settled on the couch, lifting her feet, sitting, and then
taking them in my lap. I rubbed her feet and she sighed with pleasure.

"Mister Chester..." she said at last, as rubbed her feet and the silence
grew.

"What?" I said.

"I used to... I used to do somethin' for my daddy, when I was little. I'll
do it for you, if you want..."

I had a pretty good idea what she had used to do. I sighed. This was a
story I had to hear, though.

"My dear!" I said, scooting up the couch, taking her hot naked sexy body in
my arms. I wished to hell I was naked too, I wanted badly to feel her flesh
on mine. "My little darling... anything you're willing to give to me I
want... but I want to make sure that's what you want... I have to be sure."

She nodded seriously, and laid her head down on my chest. I continued. "You
said you used to do it for him... you don't any more? Why did you stop? Did
he force you when you did it, darling?"

I felt for the girl, I seriously felt for her. I mean, I'm a child
molester... I accept that about myself. I do things that society frowns on,
to say the least. I desire things from children that the status quo says I
shouldn't. But I'd never hurt a child... I'd never force one. True, at
times I trick them and manipulate them... but I honestly love children, I
have sympathy for them. To hear this girl's story would probably upset me,
though like I said, I'd take the same thing from her and love her for it. I
just wanted to hear that he hadn't twisted her arm or anything, although I
knew probably he had. Not all little girls are like my three darlings.

"Uhm..." she paused. "Not really... I mean, I guess I didn't know what I
was doin' at first, I was so young I don' member even startin'. But later,
yeah, later I din't mind that much. It was fun and naughty and sexy, I
guess... and I knew I was makin' him happy. An' when I stopped... I think
that's what kinda came between us, when I stopped. When I kinda lost touch
with him."

"Why did you stop, darlin'?" I asked her.

"Well," she said. "Once we was at the lake, an' I was... I was blowin' him.
I was nine or so I guess. One of my aunts saw us doin' it, well, she saw us
just after I finished when I was wipin' my chin an' he was zippin' his
pants back up. She freaked, and tol' him she'd tell CPS or whatever... he
had to promise her he'd never touch me again... an' she'd ask me that, for
years later, if he'd ever made me do it again. I always tol' the truth,
though sometimes I thought about doin' it for him again. I still do... I'm
not afraid to say that, that I still think 'bout doin' it at times. But I
don't blame her 'cos I know she thought she was doin' the right thing."

"Oh, baby!" I squeezed her tightly against my body. "Darling, that is your
choice alone. I understand, I know just what you are talking about. If you
don't feel bad about it, if you don't feel pressured or coerced, there's no
reason why you shouldn't follow your heart, as I told one of my friends the
other day. There are many different kinds of love... if you voluntarily
choose to show him your love in that fashion, you should do it."

"Yeah..." she said thoughtfully. I leaned down and gently kissed a fat
puffy pink nipple. She giggled. "Well... I think 'bout surprisin' him with
it someday... an' I think it'd kinda make him like me again..."

"Oh, my dear!" I said, surprised to find myself defending the man. "He
might be scared of you, of the threat your aunt made. Or he might feel
guilt about what he used to do with you. There are lots of reasons, but
don't do it for the wrong reason. Don't hope that it'll make him like you,
you might be disappointed. If you do it, do it because you love him. You do
love him, right?"

"Yeah, I guess..." she said. "I mean, he's my dad. He's all I got left. My
mom split when I was a kid."

"Darling, I imagine he loves you too. He's just probably afraid to let it
show, now. Give him a chance, my dear."

I just sat and squeezed her for a while. She finally got restless and
giggled and we wrestled around. She sat up in my lap and squirmed, and I
knew she was feeling my hard cock from the way she ground against it.

"Darlin'..." I said. "You are causin' me pain... I love it, but it hurts..."

She giggled some more. "Get it out," she finally said, her eyes sparkling.
I laughed.

"My little angel," I said. "That would be highly improper. A gentleman
should never show a lady his cock unless there is a good reason."

"There's a good fuckin' reason," she said. "Show it too me."

She sat up and I tugged my shorts down and kicked them off. She stared at
my cock and giggled. I hoped she wasn't laughing at my average-sized
endowment.

"Sweetheart," I said. "Are you a virgin?"

"Fuck yeah," she said. "I've had boyfriends, but I never fucked any of
them. I had this crazy fuckin' idea, when I was a kid... 'bout saving
myself... you know, savin' myself for marriage?"

I smiled at her. "Darling," I said. "You should do that, if you still want
to. It would be sweet and someday might make some lucky man very happy.
Your first time should be special, and be with someone you love deeply, not
some jerkward gang-bangin' punk-ass  tough guy in the back seat of a car."

She giggled some more at that, and I smiled back. "But," I said, "there are
other things we can do, things that are fun and sexy and feel good, and
won't pop your cherry."


                              --==+==--


She tasted... absolutely divine. Little girls taste good, they have a sweet
sugary flavor all their own. This girl had that too, but with a twist. She
had a powerful pussy taste that made my jaws ache it was so good. I licked
deep down inside her slit, tasting salt and sweat and overlaying it all...
just this powerful pussy taste that would make me a trillionaire if I could
market it. She had a fabulous cunt, a marvelous mysterious sexy little
hairy trench between her strong legs. I knew I'd never get enough of it.
She had pussy hair, and like Jenny Bolivar's, it made me nostalgic. I
scrubbed my face into it and tugged on it with my lips, making her giggle
even more. Her hands were in my hair as she steered my face around her
cunt, pulling me up to her clit, and then pushing me down down down, to her
incredible asshole. Her asshole had a taste all it's own, as asshole do, it
was spicy and tart and tickled my nose, but I devoured it like a colony of
army ants attacking a picnic.

She was sitting on the couch, her ass hanging over, and I was on the floor
inbetween her legs. My hands rubbed and squeezed her strong legs, loving
the feel of them. They were silky smooth, she must have just shaved. I
wondered why she didn't shave her pussy... most girls do nowdays, from what
I understand. Still, after all the smooth little girls I'd had recently,
her hairy pussy was sexy. I ate her pussy for an hour at least, loving the
taste of her on my tongue and the smell of her in my nostrils. My hand was
busy with my cock at times, but I rapidly got so close I had to watch that
shit.

"Baby..." I said, curling my lips around her fat little clit. "Baby, you
are too much... I love you I love you I love you..." She just giggled some
more. Damn, the girl giggled a lot. I hoped that meant she was happy.

She had cum after a few minutes, and then she came again. At last, yet once
again I felt the twitches in her legs that told me she was getting close.
It was a blast crouching between her legs as she came, feeling her whole
body jerk and tremble as goose bumps ran up and down her inner thighs. Her
hands were outstretched, and her legs also straightened, her knees almost
bending backwards. She sighed and gasped for breath and I laughed softly. I
love making girls cum, it's more than just the payoff for their tolerance
of me... it's the only thing in this world that feels spiritual and holy to
me. And I loved the fuck out of the way this girl came. I hoped for many
more with her.

At last she lay still gasping for breath, and I crawled up beside her and
took her in my arms again.

"That was sweet, baby... you did good..." I said, and she laughed weakly.

"That was pretty fuckin' intense..." she said, and I agreed. "That made my
legs hurt."

I knew what she meant, I did that sometimes when I came, stretched so hard
it hurt.

"Did you cum?" she asked, and I shook my head.

"No, but that's okay..." I said. "It doesn't always have to happen. It was
special enough for me, seeing you cum, darling. I loved it. I love seeing
girls cum."

She laughed short and sharp. "Yeah," she said. "Somethin' tells me I ain't
yore first..."

"You aren't my first, but you're my favorite..." I whispered, and nuzzled
the side of her face with my lips. She smiled and relaxed, settling deeper
into my lap.

"I din't come here for this..." she said softly. "I jus'... I came here
kinda in mind to tease you an' leave. I dunno where I went wrong..."

I laughed softly, and held the girl I loved. "That's okay, darling... you
can tease me all you want. I'll take anything you give me, and love it."


                              --==+==--


She sat up, at last, after she spent maybe an hour laying in my lap. She
sat up on the couch beside me, and yawned and stretched, her arms high in
the air.

"Darlin'," I said. I had no idea what time it was. "What time do you have
to be home?"

She laughed. "I don't, tonight. I told my dad I was stayin' with my friend
Cindy. I'll text Cindy an' tell her to cover for me."

Well, interesting, I thought. It sounded like, from that statement, that
she planned on spending the night. I wondered if her virginity would
survive. I'd respect her wishes, whatever happened.

"Sweetheart..." I said. "You've made a sad old man very happy. Thank you
for coming tonight."

"It was nothin'," she said, grinning wickedly. "And true, I did cum
tonight." She slid off the couch into the floor, and approached me where I
sat on her knees. I knew what was about to happen.

"Mister Chester!" she said, acting shocked and looking at me. "Your
weenie... your weenie is so hard it's purple! Is that normal?"

The cap was pretty purple, as I anticipated my immediate future.

"It's that hard because of you," I said. "You darling... you turn me on
that much..."

She grinned wickedly, and leaned it. Her lips felt like silk on the cap of
my dick. And, damn... the girl had a good style. I guess her dad had taught
her well. She sucked cock like a thousand dollar a night hooker. I knew it
would be difficult to hold back.

"Mmmmph..." she said, and I felt the vibration of her vocal cords on the
cap of my cock. Everything she did was sexy. I ran my fingers along her
neck, and cradled her head in my hands. Oh goodness, I thought. This is a
great Friday night. Pretty fuckin' great.


                              --==+==--


She left about ten Saturday morning. I hugged her, and whispered in her
ear. "I love you... I really really love you... come back and see me,
please come back..."

She laughed. "Maybe!" she said, gave me a peck on the cheek, and was gone.
I sighed and turned back. I needed a shower and some sleep. We hadn't slept
much last night... we'd retired to my bedroom after she sucked me dry...
and two hours later, with the help of some baby oil, I pushed my hard-again
cock into her sweet asshole. She'd mused for a while about going ahead and
letting me fuck her, but she finally decided to wait, and I supported her
decision. Sure, I'd love another notch in my pistol... but I respected her,
and respected her choices. I'd suggested that if she wanted to keep her
virginity yet still feel a cock inside her she could let me fuck her in the
ass. She'd giggled and looked shocked, but the more she thought about it,
the more she nodded her head. She'd spent a few minutes in my restroom,
coming out red-faced and empty, and we took it slow and easy. At last she
had a massive earth-shaking orgasm with my cock in her ass and my finger
rubbing her clit. To feel her writhing and trembling beneath me was heaven
to me. I looked over to my dresser and my hidden pinhole camera and winked,
knowing all this was going on my new gigantic hard drive in living sound
and color. Right before we'd started I'd excused myself, gone in the living
room and started the recorder. I'd moved the camera a few days ago, to get
a side view of the action. This one was going to be something special. This
would be a keeper.

We'd slept a few hours, and finally she crawled out of bed. We took a quick
shower, giggling and rubbing on each other's wet slick bodies... I got to
do my favorite thing, I laid down in the bottom of the shower as well as I
could and let her pee on me... her piss was heady and tangy and almost
sweet... I gargled and she giggled. The girl was almost as sexy as my
little piss-princesses, Celestia and Gracia.

Anyway, like I said... at last she dressed, bid me farewell, and walked out
the door. I was sad to see her go, but I understood. I took a long nap,
viewed the hi-lites of my performance last night on video, and I was
sorting and filing Gwenevive's pictures of the night before when my phone
rang. I saw Jenny Bolivar's name on the caller ID, and answered.

"Chet..." she said. I nodded and then said "What?" when I remembered she
couldn't see me. "I got somethin'... somethin' to ask you. If you don't
wanna do it, I'll understand... but could you fuck me tonight while Edward
watches? He's been pesterin' me about it for a week now... would you mind?"

"Oh, Jenny darling!" I laughed. "That's a lot of trouble, but I'm willing
to try. As long as he doesn't sneak up behind me and poke me in the asshole
while I'm pounding you..."

She laughed. "Naw," she said. "He ain't gay. He's just a little... he's
like you, a little perverted, but in a different way."

I hung up after assuring her I'd love to fuck with an audience. I wondered
what she'd meant, that I was perverted... I wondered if she had even the
slightest suspicion what kind of perverted I was. At that stage, I wasn't
sure what she'd do if she found out... I almost think she'd just laugh and
tease me even more about being a pervert. The girl had certainly become
open about sexual matters... it was hard to remember her as the weeping
unhappy housewife of a month or two ago.


                              --==+==--

Saturday night was a success,  Edward watched and jacked off as I pounded
his wife's cunt, and after I filled her with sperm he ate her pussy, and
then he fucked her like a jackhammer. I had moved my hidden camera into the
living room, aimed at the couch and my new hard drive was filling rapidly.
All I had to do now was buy another one for backup. Properly documenting
your sex life is

expensive. The Bolivars finally stumbled off home, after thanking me
profusely, and Jenny even kissed me on the lips, a first for her with me.

Sunday was truly a day of rest, I needed it, and I drank a gallon of
Gatorade(tm) to try and replenish my fluids. Jenny called me that night and
asked if I was still willing to watch Chastity the next week, and I told
her of course I was. I went to bed early, looking forward to seeing my
little girls after two days off.

Jenny dropped Chastity off, and within half an hour Celestia and Gracia
showed up wearing nothing but swimsuits and bringing something called a
water wiggle they'd found in their garage. It was a warm day already, and I
knew the kids would have fun in the back yard, playing with the hose. I'd
have fun photographing them since I knew the swimsuits would come off
pretty quickly. Everything is more fun when you're naked, as the girls
already knew.

"Mister Chester!" said Gracia, crawling up on my lap. I cupped her sweet
little ass in my hands, and sent a finger sneaking in the leghole. She
giggled. "What'd you do this weekend, Mister Chester?"

"Nothin'!" I said. "I just laid around and thought about you girls!"


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