Perverts 'R' Us

Bridges - Part 1

By Loki925 ( M/gg, pedo, inc )

This story is purely fiction and does not contain anyone or anything in reality, whatever that is.

As we walk along our seventy minutes or so of life, every so often we are presented with choices. Go to the left, go the right, or continue on the same path. I call these choices bridges.

I look down at the woman I have just been with. Damn, she sure is still easy on the eyes.

She is twenty-one, or so she said. I would guess her to be some place between zero and eighteen years old.

Have to include that zero. It's an "off" state and without it nothing I do will work. I am a software consultant. One may ask, "What the heck is that?" and I would say, "Damned if I know, but it pays well."

Anyway the woman still has those teenaged breasts, you know the ones that don't sag and jut out to say "hello". She has short light brown hair and there is not an ounce of make up on her sleeping face. And then there are those ass round cheeks, taut with not an ounce of flab. All of this is good, but the best thing is I just fucked her, not once but twice.

I get up and blow her a kiss good-bye. She was good for a night, but tomorrow I will fly home to my wife and two young daughters. It was an old bridge with many new ones ahead. I finish dressing and let myself out, making sure I lock her door behind me.

I check my watch. It's 4:00am and that gives me a few hours to sleep before my 9:00am flight. I get in my rental car and drive back to my hotel. I park the car and check in at the front desk and pick up my messages.

None of my messages are of any importance and they can be handled easily before my flight. I leave a wake up call for 7:00am. I go to my room where I flop on the bed and close my eyes. A few moments later, the phone rings. I pick it up and hear, "Your wake up call, sir."

Man. I need some coffee. I change my clothing and pack my bag, check the drawers, and exit my room. I go down to the lobby and the TV is on. The news is all about yesterday's plane crash. Some big jumbo jet took a nose dive back to Earth. No survivors.

I check out of the hotel and pay with my credit card. I go out to my rental car and drive to the airport. A few clock ticks later I go through security and walk to my gate. I still have about twenty minutes before my flight boards, so I take care of my "call me" messages. I manage to get them all in before I hear the last call for my flight. I make my way to first class and take my seat. I put the cheap airline pillow behind my head and drift off to sleep.

A few moments later I hear, "Sir, we are coming in for a landing." I yawn. I still need that coffee. The plane lands and I make my way to the baggage area. I pick up my bag and wait and wait. Where the hell is she? She always picks me up on time and now she is at least forty-five minutes late.

I decide to call my house and get a stupid answering machine. I wait twenty minutes more before I say, "Screw this shit."

I get a cab and one hour later I am home. I open the door to my house and find no one there. Well at least I can get that coffee. I make some coffee and after I take two sips I hear the phone ring. "She better have a good excuse for not picking me up," I think before I answer the phone.

"Hello?"

"John. We have been trying to reach you." It was Ann, my wife's sister.

"Well you got me now." I never got along with Ann. She was always butting in, telling my wife I was some kind of dog. "How the hell could she know?" I always thought.

Anyway it did not matter. Carroll, my wife, always stuck up for me.

"John, we need you to come over here."

"Why?"

"Please, just come over." Now how could I turn that down? It was the first "please" I ever heard out of her stupid mouth.

"I will be there in about one hour." One hour was not far enough away for me, but Carroll wanted to be close to her sister.

"Thank you, John."

And a "thank you" too, icing on the cake. I make my way to the garage and notice that Carroll's car is not there. She did say she was having trouble with it, so I figure she took it in to get it repaired.

I deliberately drive slowly and it takes me one hour and a half to get to Ann's house. I park the car and go up to the front door and ring the buzzer. Ann opens the door and instead of getting the old evil eye, I get a very sad puppy-dog face.

"John, come in."

I go into the house and Ann closes the door.

"John, the girls are out back with George. Have a seat in the living room." This is way too much politeness for her, but I take a seat in the living room.

"John, Carroll is dead."

"What?"

"She died in a plane crash."

"Is this some kind of twisted joke? Carroll hates to fly."

"You're right she did hate to fly, but she just learned that she was pregnant with a boy, and she was so happy. She took the first plane she could get to go and tell you."

I know why she did not call. She always wanted a boy, not that she did not love the girls. But I think it was because she loved me and wanted me to have a son. On the other hand I do not know how to react. Carroll was coming to see me with the good news that she was going to have a boy. If the plane had not crashed, she would have gotten a huge load of bad news.

I am visibly shaken, but over which part of the equation, I do not know. So I ask, "Do the girls know?"

"No. We thought it best to wait for you to tell them."

Damn! How does one tell a five-year-old and a four-year-old their mom is dead? Well somehow I manage to stumble through it. After Vicky, who is five, and Patty, who is four, stop crying, I take them home. Ann of course says if I need any help to give her a call.

After a take-out chicken dinner the girls are exhausted, so I decide to put them to bed. As I help the girls into their pajamas I cannot help but notice they sure look cute in their little cotton white panties. Both girls have their mother's good looks with my dark brown eyes. Both girls also have their mom's dirty blond hair.

When the girls are asleep, I decide to get some eighty-six proof anesthetic. I pour myself a large glass of whiskey, take it to my bedroom, sit on my bed, and start to sip on it.

I wake up. The door bell is ringing, my head is pounding, and Vicky and Patty are sleeping in my bed. Vicky opens her eyes and I say, "It's OK honey, you go back to sleep."

I manage to drag myself to the door and think, "Whoever is still ringing that buzzer is going to catch hell."

I fumble with the lock and finally pull the door open. It is Ann, once again back to giving me the evil eye.

"I have come to take the girls to breakfast." she says, and pulls on the screen door. Good thing I have a habit of locking the screen door, or Ann would have barged past me and I would not have the bridge I crossed next.

"No. Go home and don't come back."

"John---"

"Look bitch, go home before I call the police."

She gives me her best scowl. If looks could kill I would be dead. Then she says, "You will hear from my lawyer."

I close the door and I feel good that I called her a bitch. I always wanted to call Ann that and while I may not have loved Carroll I did respect her, in a way that is. I guess to me, Carroll was convenient, a permanent place to park my cock. When I was not on the road that is, which was only about four months out of the year.

Being on the road so much, I hardly knew Carroll or my daughters. Carroll did not seem to mind. I guess she was happy with the little time we spent together. I turn to go back to my bedroom.

"Daddy, who was at the door?" Vicky asks, standing there in her teddy-bear printed pajamas rubbing her eyes.

"Nobody."

Vicky reaches her hands up and I pick her up. I put my hand on her soft butt and think maybe I should hold her a different way, but her small soft bottom feels good in my hand.

"Daddy, is mommy ever coming back?"

"No honey, mommy is in heaven," I tell Vicky for the tenth time.

She gives me a very sad face. I try to cheer her up, but it does little good. I take Vicky back to my bedroom and have a little hug-in with both of my daughters. I let the girls stay in their pajamas and I scout out the kitchen for something to eat and some aspirins for my pounding head-ache.

I find cereal and milk so I put out two bowls and call the girls. As they eat they seem a little better, but I figure there will be many ups and downs over the next several days. I put a call into work and tell them that I am taking two weeks off. They balk, but agree.

After the girls eat, they ask if they can watch TV. I tell them they can. They scoot off to the family room and turn on the TV. I stay in the kitchen drinking my second cup of coffee and take an assessment of my situation.

I had a million dollar insurance policy on me, and a two-hundred and fifty-thousand dollar policy on Carroll. The policy on Carroll would be doubled due to the accident. That gave me a cool half a million dollars that I would be getting within the next several weeks.

"Not bad", I thought, but it was far too little to just quit my job. I knew there would be money from suing the airlines, but that could take years before they paid off. There was also the problem Ann would cause, which meant I needed to get a lawyer.

I decide to cross one bridge at a time. I check out the phone book and make several calls to different law firms. I choose one that I think will fit my needs best and set up an appointment for tomorrow. I call a place that will pick up Carroll's car from the airport.

The last thing I do is call the airlines. I need to find out about Carroll's body. After a short discussion they tell me they will gladly send Carroll's body to any funeral home I wish. I tell them I will call back after I make the arrangements.

I call a local funeral home, make the arrangements and then call the airline back. Taking care of my most immediate problems I go to check up on the girls. I go into the family room and find them lying on the carpet looking up at the wide screen TV.

I stand there for some time trying to figure out what they really mean to me. Having children was Carroll's idea, and because I was on the road so much I agreed. I figured children would take up much of Carroll's time, leaving me to pursue other places to park my cock.

The girls know who I am and are always happy to see me, but I know nothing about their little lives. I look at their little round butts and for some reason I am attracted to them. I should feel guilty but instead I see them as new conquests and they are all mine.

Alarm bells should be ringing in my head, but instead I feel my cock stir in my pants. I decide as long as Ann the Bitch is still a problem I should not go too far with my new conquests, but how far is too far?

I walk into the family room and give each of my girls a kiss and go to my bedroom to take a shower. I strip and step into the shower and as the water runs down my body, I wonder about two things. Why was it so easy to cross the several bridges I had just crossed, and how does one go about seducing a four-year-old and a five-year-old?

I am thirty-two, 6'2" tall, in good physical condition and kind of handsome. I also have a larger than average-sized cock, and while it does not aid in my conquest, it does aid in keeping several temporary cock parking places.

I manage to finish my shower and get dressed without any interruptions. As I walk back to the family room I decide that tonight I will cross the first bridge and give my girls a bath. I had never seen them totally nude and that I thought would be interesting.

I go back to the family room and talk and talk to the girls, filling in all the blank lines. What they like, what they do not like, their favorite color and on and on. The girls love the attention I am giving them, and it serves a double propose. One it brings us closer together, and two it takes their minds off their mother's death.

By 4:00pm, things are going well. I decide to take the girls to one of those kiddy fun-and-eat places the girls had told me about. When I tell them, they are ecstatic and cannot wait to change their clothing. I walk into their room and again I help them get undressed and dressed.

And although they are quite capable of doing this for themselves they love the extra attention. I take more notice of their half-naked bodies. I even get to stroke their flat little chests. It is a start.

As I drive the girls to the Kiddy Fun Land I make a new chart or book in my mind and call it "Seduction 102, little girls". Two hours later on the way home I cross off Kiddy Fun Land as a prelude to a bath. Vicky and Patty are exhausted.

By the time I get back to the house I have to carry each one of my girls into the house. Oh well, I do get to put them in pajamas.

I start with Patty. She is the youngest. I take off her shirt and take a better look at her small flat little chest. I take off her blue jeans and pause before I start to pull off her panties. Slowly I pull them down, easing them off. My eyes bulge open at the sight of a perfectly hairless little cunt.

WOW! That is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I want to touch it and open it to see her pink little insides, but I think at this point it would be going too far. So instead I help her into her pajama bottoms and put on her top.

Vicky is next and her little hairless slit is a double wow. I figure in about a year or two, I could fit my cock into her small little snatch. I finish getting both girls into their pajamas when Vicky asks, "Daddy, can we sleep in your bed?"

"Good Idea," I think, and say "Yes." I carry each of my little girls into my bedroom and put them into my bed. In a few moments they are sleeping. I look at them for some time and try to find something wrong with my plans, but again I feel no guilt. "Burn that bridge," I whisper.

To be continued.

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