Perverts 'R' Us

Dreamy Genie

By Old Boy ( M/f/g, cons, mag, lac )

This is a story of how a shy, retired, middle-aged bachelor became sexually involved with many young girls. I have always been attracted to young girls, girls just old enough to menstruate. Following my retirement, I decided to live in Tennessee, where the age of consent was only twelve at that time. (The age of consent has been changed now to 18.)

I found a nice apartment in a building where many children lived. It was a second story apartment that overlooked a swimming pool. I moved in. I had just finished unpacking when I noticed that several children and teenagers were at the pool. Two girls in particular caught my attention. They were sitting on beach towels by my end of the pool.

There was a cute dark-haired girl who was perhaps twelve. She had small, young breasts, and she wore a little bikini that showed off much of her young body. The second girl, perhaps eleven, sat beside her. She was wearing only a pair of panties! She had blonde hair, and she was just beginning to develop. Her breast-buds were delightfully bare, just poking out from her chest. No doubt the girl had no need to cover her bosom before, but now she was beginning to develop. It was only a matter of time before she would feel the need to cover herself.

"What a shame all girls couldn't go bare-breasted," I thought, "at least at the swimming pool! In Europe they accept bare breasts at many beaches."

A couple of young teen boys came along then, both wearing swim trunks. They paused to talk to the girls. One of the boys took the dark-haired girl's hand and helped her to her feet, and then she dove into the pool, followed by the boy. The other boy turned to the younger blonde girl, and she agreed to join him in the pool. After swimming about for a short time, I saw that the first boy was playing with the dark-haired girl, slipping his hand inside her top to cop a feel of her young breasts. The girl squealed with mock outrage and broke away from the boy, but soon he was with her again, and feeling her breasts again.

The second boy, seeing what his friend was doing, went after the blonde girl. In her case, she didn't have much in the way of breasts yet, but her breast buds were quite bare, and they proved to be quite sensitive when the boy touched them. The kid squealed with surprise to find the boy playing with her buds. Small as they were, I think the boy was gratified to find that her pink nipples erected nicely when he toyed with them.

Before long the boy had his other hand down inside the little girl's panties, feeling her hairless pussy with his fingers. I was surprised that the little blonde let him do that, holding on to him with her hands on his shoulders, and even spreading her legs to give the boy greater access to her pussy!

No doubt the boy was glad that he got to play with the willing little girl, in spite of her lack of breasts. The other boy tried to slip his hand into the bikini pants of the dark-haired girl, but she would not let him touch her down there. Although the kids were playing in the water and their hands were not so visible to others swimming near them, my view from upstairs, looking down at them, was better than if I had been by the pool. I yearned to be able to play with pretty young girls the way the boys were doing. When I was younger I missed out on such opportunities, being quite shy with girls.

The boy with the brunette got too insistent with her, shoving his hand down into her bikini pants and feeling her pussy. She squealed and slapped the boy, clearly upset with him, as she managed to break away from him. She called to the blonde to come out of the pool with her, and the two girls returned to their beach towels, dripping wet.

The girls dried themselves off, ignoring the boys who then went on swimming without the girls. The young blonde's nylon panties clung wetly to her, opaquely revealing the cleft of her pussy. I stared at the kid's pale pink nipples, feeling my penis beginning to respond to her nearly bare body.

The brunette girl lay down on her tummy, her feet towards my window. She reached behind her back and down to her ass, and to my surprise the girl pulled the narrow crotch of her wet bikini pants aside, revealing her female crack to my eyes. She rubbed at her groin with a finger. Perhaps the boy had scratched her down there when he shoved his hand down into her pants. It must have been itching her, for she was rubbing it. I got a hard-on from watching her intimate rubbing.

After a minute the girl put her pants back in place. I decided to put on my swim trunks and go down to the pool, and maybe get acquainted with my new young neighbors. I managed to lose my erection first. I took along some sun screen lotion and a couple of cold cans of Coke. I walked up to the two girls who were both lying prone on beach towels by the pool.

"Hello, girls! I just moved in. Do you mind if I join you?" I put down my beach towel next to the little blonde girl who was wearing only panties. The brunette looked a little annoyed. There were plenty of other places I could have put down my beach towel.

Smiling, I offered the Cokes to the girls. The young blonde girl was quick to accept, sitting up and taking the Coke from me. "Thanks, mister!" she said, unmindful that she was showing off her bare breast buds to me. Seeing that her friend had accepted the Coke, the brunette girl decided to accept one too.

"So, girls, you can call me Uncle Bob if you like. What are your names?"

The blonde kid said "I'm Barbie, and this is Becky. Of course my real name is Barbara, and hers is Rebecca."

"Well, Barbie and Becky, I am pleased to meet you. I noticed that you are getting a bit pink here in the sun, especially you, Barbie. I have some sun screen lotion here, and if you will allow me to put it on for you, it could help prevent sunburn."

"Gee, thanks, Uncle Bob!" she said, lying down on her tummy. I began applying lotion to her back, rubbing it over her body. When I got down to her panties I pushed them down a little, to apply lotion to the upper part of her butt, and then I put her panties back in place. I did the same at her panty leg openings, rubbing my lotion-coated finger along the edge of her butt and down to her outer labia, making her giggle.

"That tickles, Uncle Bob!"

I withdrew my finger then, saying "Well, Barbie, I don't want you getting sunburned down there near your privates! I would guess that you are eleven years old, right?"

"Yes, I'm eleven, but I will be twelve next month."

I found it interesting that in another month I might get to fondle this child. I finished applying lotion to her back, including her legs. I had her roll over on her back, and I began applying lotion to her front, beginning with her feet and working my way up her body. Barbie giggled some more when I worked my finger around her panty leg openings in front, nearly touching her girl crack as I worked between her legs.

Becky said "I think you are getting too close to her pussy, Uncle Bob."

Reluctantly I withdrew my finger from the little girl. "Yes, I may have gone in a bit too far inside your panties, Barbie. I'm sorry."

The little blonde beamed at me. "Oh, I don't mind, Uncle Bob! It felt nice when you touched me down there! You can feel my crack if you want to!"

"Honey, the law saws I mustn't do that, until you are at least twelve years old."

"Oh. I didn't know that, Uncle Bob. I wonder if my teacher, Mr. Bates, knows about that law."

I applied lotion to her tummy, slipping my fingers into the waist of her damp panties to rub her belly, and then working my way up to her chest.

"My mom and I just moved in last week. This is my first time at the pool. I couldn't find my swim suit, so I decided I could just wear my panties. Becky seems to think that I should have a top on too, because I am beginning to get some titties now. What do you think, Uncle Bob?"

I was delighted with the little girl. "Well, I think it's okay for you to go topless, Barbie, for now. But Becky is right too. As your breasts develop, boys are going to notice them, and if you go topless they are going to bother you more than if you keep them covered. Now in Europe it's different. There girls and women go topless at the beach, and it is accepted."

Becky seemed pleased that I partly supported her position. "See, Barbie? Uncle Bob is right. Boys notice us girls when we get titties, and they are always trying to touch them and feel us up, just like those two boys did a little while ago."

I was at the kid's breast buds now, touching them and feeling her up as I drew circles around her puffy nipples with my lotion coated fingers, homing in on her pink nipples. Her nipples erected beneath my rubbing fingers.

Barbie looked up at me, smiling. "Oh, that feels nice, Uncle Bob!"

"Yes, Barbie, boys and men love to play with girls' titties, just like I am doing with you now! But sometimes girls like to be touched this way. Isn't that right, Becky?"

The girls both laughed, seeing that I was kidding them. I finished up by applying lotion to Barbie's face and her arms.

"Okay, Becky, your turn!" I said. The young brunette allowed me to apply sun screen to her back. "I would guess that you are twelve years old, right, Becky?"

"Yes, Uncle Bob. I turned twelve last month."

"Well, kid, here in Tennessee that makes you old enough that I can touch you more than I did with Barbie, who is just eleven. Did you know that?"

"Yeah, you mean the age of consent. You can touch me anywhere, unless I object, right?" she said, smiling up at me.

I pulled down Becky's pants then, and I rubbed my hands all over her bare butt. She giggled, but did not object, perhaps curious to see just how far I might go with her. Encouraged, I ran my hand down between her legs, over her asshole, and her pudendum, and then I was rubbing her pussy!

"Oh! That's enough, Uncle Bob! Stop!"

Reluctantly I withdrew my hand from her, and pulled her pants back in place. I finished rubbing the backs of her legs, and I had the girl turn over onto her back, so that I could do her front. I applied lotion to her legs, face, arms, and then her upper chest. I pulled down her top so that I could do her pretty firm breasts, and Becky grinned at me and let me rub lotion all over her breasts. She had seen me do that with little Barbie, and saw that Barbie liked it, and now she was letting me do that with her too.

The brunette had rosy pink nipples that stiffened up nicely as I rubbed them. Becky moaned with pleasure as I massaged her breasts. Then I put her top back in place. I moved on down, over her tummy, down to her belly. Then she allowed me to pull down her pants. She had only the beginning fuzz of pubic hair at her pussy, all but hairless there.

"Did that boy hurt your pussy when he shoved his hand down into your pants, Becky?" I asked the girl.

Becky giggled madly as my fingers played with her sex parts, ostensibly applying sun screen to her privates. "Oh! Hee! Yes, he scratched me just beside my vagina, Uncle Bob!"

"Here?" I said, poking gently at her.

"No, a bit more to the right!" I moved my finger, and found that I was touching the orifice of her vagina.

"Here?"

"Yes, that's it! Eee! Hee!"

My finger entered her. She didn't object. I plunged in farther, and then I was finger fucking the little girl, who was not a virgin. Becky squirmed about on her beach towel as I masturbated her, the cute girl squealing with delight. Some red-haired lady saw what I was doing with the girl, and she came over to us.

"What are you doing to that little girl, mister?" she asked, outraged.

I withdrew my hand and pulled Becky's pants back up, to cover her. Becky spoke up.

"It's okay, Mrs. O'Brien. Uncle Bob was applying sun screen lotion to my body, that's all."

The lady was still mad. "He was masturbating you!"

Becky defended me boldly. "Yes, he was, because I wanted him to!"

"But you are just a little girl!"

"I'm twelve, and here in Tennessee that is old enough, isn't it?"

Mrs. O'Brien didn't know what to make of that.

Helpfully I offered "Perhaps I could apply some sun screen to you, too, Mrs. O'Brien?"

She was a pretty woman, in her early thirties. "Oh? And would that include masturbating me too?" she asked. I grinned at her.

"Of course! Are we not all sexual beings, who enjoy cumming and orgasms?"

Flustered, the lady exclaimed "Well, I never!" She walked away then, but I noticed a spring in her step and a wiggle in her butt, and I just knew that she would be getting her rocks off.

I would have liked to have resumed playing with Becky's pussy, but the mood was gone now, and the girl didn't want me to take down her pants again. "Perhaps you can play with me again some other time, Uncle Bob." she said coyly, letting me know that she might still be receptive.

Little Barbie had been watching me play with her friend with interest, her own hands busy rubbing herself through her panties. "You can do that with me if you want to, Uncle Bob." she offered. I was tempted to do it too, but I reminded myself that the kid was underage. Besides it was late in the afternoon now, and more grownups were coming to the pool for a swim.

It was getting time for the girls to go home for supper. So I kissed both girls goodbye, and I told them that I lived in Apartment 202, and that they were welcome to visit me anytime. I had a hard-on in my swimming trunks as I returned to my apartment.

I got a cold beer, and I found that I had neglected to buy any drinking glasses. Someone had left behind a fancy, oddly-shaped flask which seemed clean. I poured my beer into the narrow opening at the top of the flask to drink it. A strange sound came from the flask as I poured beer into it, almost like a girl squealing. When I took a drink from the flask there seemed to be an odd flavor added to my beer, perhaps some residue from something that had been in the flask before. Indeed it sort of tasted like a girl's pussy juice, I thought, quite a pleasant taste.

I rested in an easy chair near a window overlooking the pool. I relieved my hard-on by jacking off as I recalled playing with the young girls by the pool. My beer was soon gone. I imagined that I had my penis inside Becky's vagina, fucking her. I used the empty flask to catch my cum, spurting into the flask. Again there was a strange sound coming from the flask, like a girl squealing, as I spurted my cum into the flask.

As I finished cumming in the flask, something quite extraordinary happened. A wisp of smoke appeared from the flask, which then materialized into a genie! I was dumbfounded to say the least, at the sudden appearance of a genie. Moreover, this was a pretty female genie, a young blonde with lovely bare breasts and a hairless pussy. A naked genie, she looked just like a pretty thirteen-year-old girl I had once known, except that the earlier girl had a bit of blonde pubic hair as I recalled.

I quite forgot about the kids playing at the swimming pool, now that I had this lovely naked girl standing before me, her legs wide so that I might have a good look at her pussy, pouting open at me. She grinned at me, seeing my confusion.

"Greetings, Master!" she said. "I am the Genie of the flask. You have greeted me by sharing a beer with me, douching me with it, and then you have summoned me to appear by showering me with your tasty sperm! Now I will reward you by granting you three wishes!"

I nearly laughed at her, for I didn't believe in genies at the time. But then, this pretty naked girl had just appeared out of nowhere. What was I to make of that? Was I hallucinating?

She frowned at me. "You do not believe. Very well, I will not grant you three wishes after all."

"No, wait, Genie! I'm sorry. It's just that you took me quite by surprise. May I please have my wishes back?"

"Very well. That will be your first wish. What else would you like?"

I could see that I was dealing with a crafty genie who had cheated me out of one of my wishes.

Hastily I said "I wish that I could attract young girls to have sex with me, anywhere I want to, without anyone stopping me, and that I might have the stamina to satisfy girls endlessly."

The pretty genie grinned at me. "Done! That's really three wishes, but I will allow it!" she said, with a wave of her hand.

Suddenly I felt a rush of confidence come over me. I reached out and put my arm around the genie's shoulder, finding her quite warm and real to the touch. I drew her closer, and she snuggled up to me.

She said "I really should return to my flask now, Master, but if you want me, I am quite powerless to resist you now, for you see your spell has worked on me too! I am a young girl Genie, and suddenly I find you most attractive, Master!"

I was delighted with my girl genie, and I decided to test how real my wishes had become. "Come, Genie, let me take you to bed and make love to you!"

"Oh, yes, Master! I would like that!" she replied.

Genie went down on me then, and she used her skillful mouth to bring me to a new erection. I then returned the favor, finding her cunt to be quite tasty, and responsive to my tonguing of her sex. I used my mouth to suck at her breasts like a baby. She liked that. Then Genie and I fucked.

She had a tight vagina that milked my penis so sweetly, and when I came inside her body she responded with her own orgasm. She was the sweetest fuck I had ever known. We tried every different position that I could think of, and then Genie showed me some positions that I did not know existed! I found that my stamina was super-human now, and I lost track of how many times we came together.

Many hours later she said "Well, Master, that was quite wonderful, but even I am tired now. You should be aware that earthly girls will not be able to make love for such a long period of time, and you should not expect too much of them."

"When will I see you again, Dear Genie?" I asked, kissing her sweetly.

"Alas, Master, I can only appear once in a lifetime to a mortal such as yourself. But do not be sad. You will find that you now have all the young girls to play with and fuck that you could ever imagine!"

With that, Genie suddenly turned back into a wisp of smoke, and disappeared into the flask. Carefully I placed the flask in a place of honor. I must remember to share a beer with her occasionally, I thought, and shower her with sperm once in awhile, even if she cannot reappear to me. I suddenly found that I was quite tired, and I realized that Genie and I had made love endlessly for more than twelve hours. It was 4 a.m. I went to bed then, and I slept well for a few hours.

When I awoke I got to thinking about how I had spent my wishes. Dummy, I thought. I should have wished for a long and healthy life, and wealth. Rich men can have all the girls that they want. But then, I would just have to make the most of the wishes that had been granted to me. With that I showered and shaved and got dressed, and I had a good breakfast.

I went down to the lobby of the apartment building and read the morning newspaper. Becky came by carrying some books, dressed in her school uniform; white blouse and a plaid skirt. She had her long brunette hair tied with hair ribbons in twin ponytails.

"Hello, pretty girl!" I greeted her, smiling at the kid. She had been about to pass me by with hardly a glance, but now she looked at me, and she seemed to melt before me, smiling widely at me as though I were an old friend.

"Hello, Uncle Bob."

"I see that you are on your way to school. When you come back home, if you are free, why don't you come by and visit me. Perhaps you would care to have some ice cream with me." I was tempted to feel the girl up a little right there in the lobby, even though there were a couple of other people sitting nearby.

It would be a test of one of the wishes that Genie had granted me, that I might have sex with young girls right in front of other people, without anyone trying to stop me. So I did it.

"You have pretty breasts, Becky." I said, cupping her firm young bosom in my hands through her blouse.

"Th-thank you, Uncle Bob!" she said, not backing away at all.

"You have pretty legs, too!" I said, running one hand up her leg beneath her skirt, and feeling her groin through her panties.

"Ohh!" she squealed, as I fondled her privates.

Becky spread her legs for me, as I pulled aside her panty crotch so that I might finger her pussy. An old man got up from his chair and came over to us. I wondered if he was going to interfere with my fondling the girl.

"Do you mind if I watch what you do with her?" he asked me. I hadn't expected to have company as I molested the girl, and it put me off for a moment.

"Well mister, I guess that is up to Becky. How about it, honey? Would you mind lifting up the hem of your skirt so that this old man can see how I am fingering your pussy?"

"Oh! But I don't know him, and Momma says that I shouldn't let strangers do things with me, Uncle Bob!" she exclaimed, blushing.

The old man offered, "It's okay, Becky. You can call me Grandpa."

"Hi, Grandpa. Well, if you and Uncle Bob want me to."

With that the girl lifted up her skirt, and the old man and I could now see how my finger was running up and down her crack, with her panties pulled aside. I used two fingers to spread her labia then, revealing her vagina, gaping open wet and red. The old man's eyes were bugging out, staring at the pretty sight of the young girl's open sex.

"By God, that is beautiful!" he whispered. "Are you gonna finger fuck her?" he asked.

Becky was sort of whining now, and I didn't want to overtax her. So I slipped her panty crotch back in place then, and let her lower the hem of her skirt.

"No. That's enough for now, honey. I will see you after school then."

"Yes, okay." Off to school she went.

"Thanks for letting me watch you play with the kid, mister. She's a pretty one. My name is George." I shook hands with the old man, a fellow pedophile I could see.

An old lady had been watching us with Becky. Frowning, she said "You men should be ashamed of yourselves, taking advantage of a young girl like that."

I replied "I didn't do anything with her that she didn't want me to do, lady. Are you really upset with me?" I smiled at her.

The woman's frown went away. "Well, if she wanted you to touch her, I guess it's okay then."

I could see that Genie's magic was working, for the old lady was quickly appeased. She got up and left us then.

George said "How did you manage to charm old Maude like that? She always watching me like a hawk whenever she sees me near a girl, knowing that I am attracted to them. I don't dare touch a girl when she's around, or she would call the cops on me."

"Well, George, I just seem to have a way with women that pretty much lets me get away with a lot of things."

That afternoon there came a knock at my door. I opened the door to find Becky standing there. "Come in, Becky!" I said, and she did. "Have a seat, honey." I said, indicating a chair facing mine. She sat before me, fidgeting.

"I don't usually visit strange men in their apartments, Uncle Bob." she said timidly.

"No, of course not, Becky. But we are going to be good friends, I just know it. You have pretty legs."

"Thank you."

"Why don't you spread your legs open for me, so I can see them better." I said, testing my powers with the girl.

"Okay." she said, blushing.

Becky spread her legs wide, showing me not only her inner thighs but also the crotch of her white panties. What a pretty sight she was like that. I had been rather bold with her that morning, and yesterday too, and I didn't want to put her off. I decided not to rush her too much, lest she think I was just a dirty old man.

"Let me get you some ice cream, Becky." I said, getting up from my chair. "By the way, it is quite warm in here today, so if you want to take off some of your clothes, feel free to do so." With that suggestion, I went to the kitchen to get two bowls of ice cream for us.

I returned to the living room, wondering if I would find the kid in just her underwear. She surprised me. Becky was wearing only her panties, her firm small breasts quite bare, rosy pink nipples wagging at me as the girl breathed excitedly.

"My! What pretty breasts you have, Becky!" I said, admiring the girl as I handed her a dish of ice cream.

She blushed prettily. "Thank you, Uncle Bob. I don't know what got into me, baring my breasts to you like this. I'm glad you like them, though."

"Oh, yes, honey! In fact once we finish our ice cream, I would like to play with your pretty breasts!"

The girl giggled. We ate our ice cream then. When we were done I had the girl sit on my lap, and I played with her bare breasts. Her rosy nipples were soon stiff, poking out from her breasts. Then I sucked at them like a baby would. The girl liked that, mewing like a kitten as I nursed at her breasts. I slipped one hand down into the front of her panties, and she allowed me to fondle her privates, my fingers delving in between her labia to map out her girl parts. Her vagina was lubricating, sex juice seeping from her.

I decided to get comfortable too, so I undressed down to my underpants. Becky said "You have a hard-on poking out your underwear, Uncle Bob! Did I make that happen?"

"Yes, honey, you certainly did."

"Oh, goody! Can I take your penis out and play with it?"

This was going better that I expected, I thought, as the pretty girl knelt before me and pulled down my underpants, freeing my erect penis that wagged before her face. Becky held my organ in her hands, feeling it and getting familiar with it, playing with it. Then she licked the head of it. Then she sucked it. I was surprised that such a young girl knew how to suck a cock so well. I thought, this kid is just barely legal, but only here in the great state of Tennessee!

Becky sucked me off then, not stopping until I shot a load of sperm into her mouth. Some girls gag on a man's cum, but this kid was hungry for it, and she swallowed it all down, just like a little whore would.

The girl licked me off then, and pulled my underpants back up, tucking my deflating penis back inside. She stood up then. "That was fun, Uncle Bob." she said with a grin. "Perhaps I can come visit you another time, and we can do this again, okay?"

I kissed her on her mouth, tasting my own cum in her mouth. "That was very nice, Becky, but we are not done yet. I would like to take you to bed with me, and fuck you."

"Oh!" she exclaimed, wide-eyed. "I have never fucked before, Uncle Bob."

"When I felt your pussy earlier I was able to poke my finger up into your vagina." I said.

"Y-yes. There was a man in the park a year ago, who took me behind some bushes to play with me, and he had me suck him off. While I was doing that, he poked his finger up inside me, and he broke my hymen. It hurt, and I began to cry. He got kind of nervous, playing with a crying naked eleven-year-old girl in the park.

I'm sure he meant to fuck me, but instead he just rubbed his penis against my bloody pussy, and then he came, shooting his stuff all over my belly. He talked quietly to me and he got me to calm down. He wiped his stuff off of my belly with his handkerchief, and he poked his handkerchief up into my vagina to stop the bleeding. Then he helped me get dressed again, and put his own clothes on.

He kissed me sweetly, and said what a brave little girl I was, and he made me promise not to tell anyone what he had done with me. Then he gave me a candy treat, and he left me."

While Becky was telling me about nearly getting fucked in the park a year ago, I picked her up and carried her into my bedroom. I took off her panties, and my own underpants, and I lay with her on the bed, caressing her bare body. She noticed that my penis was erect again, and the girl played with it.

"Are you going to fuck me now, Uncle Bob?" she asked me.

"Yes, honey, I am going to fuck you now."

Shyly the kid spread her legs wide for me. "Okay." she said, smiling up at me.

Her vagina was wet and ready, and I entered her slowly, not wanting to frighten the girl. She was tight, and no wonder, for she had never had more than a finger inside her vagina before. Vaginas are wonderfully elastic though, as long as the girl is not too tensed up, and soon I was snugly imbedded inside the girl, more than halfway up to my balls. I had more penis than she had room for, but that was okay as I still had plenty of cock inside her, my glans rubbing up against her cervix.

Once Becky was used to the fullness within her body, I began to fuck her slowly. The girl soon matched my rhythm, and she fucked with me.

"Oh, my, it feels nice, Uncle Bob!" I picked up the pace then, and she worked with me, and soon we were screwing like mad, as though we had been doing this for years.

Becky cried out then, and her young body shuddered all over, and I realized that I had brought the kid to her first orgasm! She cried out over and over, her body convulsing, and I ejaculated into her vagina, as her cervix spasmed open to let my sperm enter her uterus.

It occurred to me that the girl could get pregnant fucking with me without a condom, but at the moment I really didn't care if she did. I pulled out of her then, and I went down on her and cleaned her off with my tongue. Becky returned the favor, licking our mingled sex juices off of my penis, until I was getting another erection. I stopped her then.

"Becky, that was wonderful. But it is getting late, and I believe that your mother will be getting worried about you. Come, we'll take a shower together, and then you better go home."

She pouted at me prettily. "Okay, Uncle Bob."

I led her to the bathroom, and we showered together. But darned if the little girl didn't coax me into having another go at her, and we wound up fucking together in the shower!

Afterwards I helped my little "sex pot" dry off and get dressed, and then I sent her on home. I had worked up a good appetite, so I went out and had a nice supper at a nearby restaurant.

My waitress was a pretty blonde girl, about sixteen years old. She said "My name is Lisa, and I will be your server this evening."

It was the greeting that she said to all of her customers, but then she looked at me as though seeing me for the first time. I smiled at her. "Hello, Lisa. You are very pretty, and I am glad that you will be serving me."

The girl beamed at me. She took a shine to me, serving me promptly and brushing up against me as she set my dishes before me. She was very solicitous, offering me coffee refills and bread baskets and desserts while leaning over to show me some young cleavage.

I decided to test my power over her. "You have pretty breasts, Lisa." I said, as I ran a hand into the bodice of her blouse and felt her breasts through her bra.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, startled that I was so bold with her, even as I withdrew my hand.

A couple at another table was looking our way, but I didn't think they would object. So I ran a hand up Lisa's leg, up beneath her short skirt, up to her panties.

"You have nice legs too, Lisa." I said, feeling her briefly through her panty crotch, and then withdrawing my hand from her. The girl gasped, staring at me, her face flushed, standing on wobbly legs, looking as though she might fall down.

"Golly, Mister, you shouldn't do that to girls! Why, I don't even know your name!"

The girl was surprised, but not angry that I had taken such liberties with her. It was good to know that I could get away with such intimacies now. I would be copping a feel off of many young girls from now on, I mused.

"You can call me Uncle Bob, honey." I left her a nice tip.

Lisa said "I get off at eight, if you would like to see me tonight, Uncle Bob."

There was hunger in her eyes. I grinned at her. "I would like to, Lisa, but I am busy this evening. Another time, perhaps."

She pouted at me, disappointed, but she said "Okay, Uncle Bob."

I regretted turning down such a lovely girl, but I had fucked a lot lately with Genie and Becky, and I didn't want to overdo it. I would come back in another day or so, and then take Lisa home and fuck her.

I went on home and got a good night's rest, dreaming about Genie and Becky, and about Lisa too, anticipating that I would be fucking the pretty blonde waitress in the near future.

The next day I was down in the lobby early, reading the newspaper, when a pretty young girl came by. It was Barbie, the younger blonde kid that I had seen with Becky two days earlier, the nearly flat-chested kid who had worn only panties at the pool. She was wearing more than that now though, on her way to school, a white blouse and a brief plaid skirt, and she had her long blonde hair tied with hair ribbons in twin falls.

"Hello, Barbie!" I greeted her. She looked at me and recognized me.

"Hello, Uncle Bob." she said, looking at me and smiling prettily. My magic was working on the girl, and she liked me right away.

I figured that I could get away with feeling the kid up a little, after my success with Lisa the waitress yesterday. So I put my hand on her slender leg above her knee.

"You have pretty legs, Barbie." I observed, as I ran my hand up under the kid's skirt and felt her groin through her panties.

"Oh, what are you doing, Uncle Bob!" she squealed, hopping from foot to foot as my finger traced her girl crack through her panties. The old lady, Maude, was nearby, watching what I was doing with the little girl.

She asked "Is this man bothering you, honey?"

Barbie looked at me, and then at Maude, and she said, "N-no, it's okay. I have an itch in my panties, and Uncle Bob is helping me scratch it." I was amused at the kid's explanation, even as I was molesting her.

Maude grumbled "Well, if you want him to scratch your itch for you, I guess it's okay then." and she went back to reading a magazine.

I withdrew my hand from the girl's crotch then, not wanting to overdo it and induce her to pee in her panties.

"You are so cute, Barbie. I would love to strip off your school clothes and send you off to school in just your panties! What do you think of that?"

"Oh, my! I don't think I could go to school like that. Mr. Bates, my math teacher, would like me to wear only panties I know, but the other teachers would not allow it." the girl said, flustered and blushing, her hand pressed against her groin through her skirt as though to prevent me from stripping off her clothes.

I laughed. "Don't worry, Barbie, I was just kidding you. I'm in apartment 202. Come by after school, and share some ice cream with me, honey." I invited her.

"Okay. Thanks, Uncle Bob!" she said.

Old George wasn't around that morning, so he missed out on my molesting of the little blonde. I made a mental note to ask the girl about her math teacher, Mr. Bates. I figured that the man must have been taking some liberties with her, for Barbie to mention him as one who would accept her wearing only panties in his class.

Shortly after Barbie left, Becky came by. "Hi, Uncle Bob!" she greeted me warmly with a wet kiss.

I was already horny from having fondled Barbie, and I was tempted to grab Becky and rush her up to my apartment for a quickie fuck, before sending her off to school. I managed to restrain myself though, simply running my hand up under her skirt, slipping a couple of fingers inside her panty crotch, and masturbating the kid a little until her vagina got juicy.

"Oh, Uncle Bob! Fuck me!" she squealed. I made myself take my hand from her inviting snatch.

"I would love to fuck you, honey, but that would make you miss your school bus and be late for school. Come see me after school instead, and we can fuck then." I said, momentarily forgetting that I had invited Barbie to come see me too. The girls were both seventh graders in middle school, but they had different class schedules and took different buses to school.

"Oh, Uncle Bob, I can't come see you today. I have an after school project to go to, and after that I need to come straight home for supper. Maybe tomorrow we can get together, okay?"

"Okay, Becky." I sent her off to school with a kiss.

I returned to my apartment, my cock hurtfully erect and needing some relief. I remembered Genie then. I got her flask, and I masturbated, thinking about the pretty blonde Genie, and wishing that I might get her out of her flask for another long fuck session.

"Here, Genie, I have something for you." I said, and then I ejaculated into the flask. I heard her girlish squeal of delight as I gave her a cum shower. I watched the flask hopefully for a wisp of smoke, the sign that she was about to appear before me. No such luck. I put the flask away then.

Later on I thought about young Barbie, expecting her to come visit me after school. I really needed to cool it with the kid I thought. She was only eleven years old, real jail bait. I could be in big trouble if I molested her, and even bigger trouble if I fucked the child. In fact, my playing with her through her panties that morning was probably enough to put me behind bars, if it became known to her parents and others.

I made up my mind to just give her ice cream, and to keep my hands off of her, at least until she turned twelve years of age, the legal limit for sex. But then again, with Genie's spell to protect me, I could probably get away with fucking the little girl in broad daylight, in front of the police station! It would take a while to get used to such freedom.

Sure enough, there came a knock at my door that afternoon, and there stood Barbie, smiling at me with a knowing look. I should not have fondled her that morning, for clearly she was expecting more of the same from me now.

"Come in, honey!" I greeted her. "Have a seat while I get us some ice cream."

I meant to give the girl her treat and then send her home, before I lost control and did things I should not with her. I came back from the kitchen with two bowls of ice cream. I handed one to her, and then I sat down across from her. Barbie carelessly let her legs sprawl out widely as she sat, eating the ice cream and giving me a show of her inner thighs and her panty crotch. I couldn't help myself. I stared at the inviting sight beneath her hiked-up skirt. Barbie giggled.

"You have the same hungry look that Mr. Bates gets on his face. I sit in the front row in his class, right before his desk, with my legs spread open for him, and he can see me real good when he is sitting at his desk." she said.

I made myself look away from the kid's groin. "Well, you are a very pretty sight like that, Barbie. But you have to be careful about showing yourself off the men that way. There are some men who might do something to you that would hurt you."

"You mean they might want to fuck me, right?" she said smiling. "Well, good. I like to fuck! It's fun. Do you want to fuck me?"

I could hardly speak, overwhelmed by this darling, daring child, inviting me to fuck her. I so much wanted to strip her naked and screw her silly right then and there. It was very hard for me to decline her invitation, but somehow I managed it.

"Dear Barbie, you are a delight, and I would so like to fuck you. But I dare not. You are only eleven years old, and if I got caught fucking you, they would put me in prison and throw away the key! But once you are twelve years old, girl, I mean to fuck you silly!"

She giggled, pleased at my response. "Okay, Uncle Bob. I don't want you to get in trouble on account of me. I will turn twelve next month though, so I guess you can fuck me then. Meanwhile, I do have other guys who are willing to risk fucking with me, so I will just have to rely on them to keep me happy, right?"

She grinned at me, knowing that I would be uncomfortable with the idea that other men were willing to risk trouble because of having sex with her, while I was not willing. What was I afraid of? I asked myself, remembering that I was free now of such restraints. I just felt that she was too young.

"Is Mr. Bates, your teacher, the guy who fucks you, Barbie?" I asked her.

She hesitated, and then replied "I'm not supposed to tell. I promised that I wouldn't tell on the guy."

"Does he fuck you often?"

"Only once a week. It is hard for him to arrange for doing it more often."

Barbie finished her ice cream. "It's kind of hot in here, Uncle Bob. Do you mind if I make myself more comfortable?" she asked, as she unbuttoned her blouse and took if off.

I knew I should not let her undress in front of me, but the words to stop her stuck in my throat. The girl took off her training bra, and there she was, topless before me. It is not that she had much in the way of breasts yet, but her puffy pink nipples, her breast buds, were in a way more interesting to me than if she did have full breasts. There is just something about a pubescent, budding girl that really turns me on. Barbie took off her skirt too, and she was now down to her panties, socks, and shoes, and hair ribbons.

She posed for me, raising her arms up, turning, and generally showing herself off to me. "Do you have a video camera, Uncle Bob?" she asked me.

"Uh, yes, I do, Barbie."

"Why don't you go and get it? I like to show off in front of a camera, and I can dance for you and do some exercises, okay?"

I hurriedly found my video camera in a closet, and got it going. Barbie made some faces at the camera, and posed before it. She jumped up and down, making her nubile nipples quiver on her chest. She did some exercises, jumping jacks, and push ups as she faced the camera, emphasizing her breast buds that way.

She took off her shoes and socks then, her legs wide as she did that. Then she did a little dance for me, teasing me as she slowly lowered her panties. Soon her panties were down around her thighs, and her hairless pink pussy was fully exposed to me and to the camera.

Barbie took off her panties then, naked now. The girl then took a candle from a candlestick on the fireplace mantle, and to my surprise and delight she proceeded to use the candle as a dildo, running it up into her vagina. She humped her hips at the candle, fucking at it, while she got quite turned on, masturbating before my video camera.

I figured that the kid was too young and undeveloped to achieve a real orgasm yet, but she did quite a job of simulating an orgasm. Perhaps she was copying orgasms she had seen on porn videos, I thought. It was a convincing performance. (I have since learned that even little girls can have real orgasms!)

I went over to the naked little girl, reminding myself that she was jail bait and that I must not make love to her. So I just kissed her. She kissed me back sweetly. I helped her get her clothes back on. Then I kissed her goodbye and Barbie left me, for it was time for the girl to get home for her supper.

After she left I rewound the video tape and I viewed it while I ate my supper. I really should erase the tape I knew, as it could be incriminating evidence against me if it were ever discovered. But it was an interesting tape, showing an eager pubescent child, fucking a candle like crazy, and pretending to come. I would keep it for myself, I thought. I bet that George, the old man, would love to see the video tape sometime.

Later that evening I dropped by the nearby restaurant where Lisa worked, and I asked her if she was free to come with me when she got off work. The kid was pleased to see me, and she made a phone call home to let her mother know that she would be late getting home that evening.

I had a cup of coffee and I waited while she cleaned up her tables before she could leave. Then the pretty blonde teenager left with me. She was animated and she talked to me about her high school, telling me things about herself. I learned that she had recently broken up with her steady boyfriend, and at the moment she did not have a boy to be with her. I thought that was convenient, for it meant that I could see her more often than if I had to share the girl with some boy.

When I got her home to my apartment I kissed her sweetly, and I asked if I might undress her. She said that I could. I took my time then, gradually unwrapping my new present, stripping my doll-girl of her clothes.

When I had her quite naked, I admired her young beauty. Lisa had a perfect body. Her firm breasts had swollen pink nipples. I played with her then, and then she wanted to undress me so I let her. Then we played with each other.

After a while, we fucked. She was a good fuck, to put it plainly. Lisa liked to do it doggie-fashion, and I was glad to oblige. I reached around the girl and played with her full young breasts as they dangled from her chest. I discovered that the girl liked to have her nipples pinched a little, and so I got a little rougher with her tits.

Lisa moaned with pleasure pain, and she fucked back at me harder. I got into it more, pinching her nipples and tugging at them, trying to milk the girl's tits. Just as I was about to come inside her vagina, I realized that her nipples were becoming slippery with moisture. I was getting a bit of fluid from her breasts! I came then, shooting inside her, even as she reached her own orgasm and came with me. Her vaginal walls milked my spurting penis and kept me cumming longer.

We rested awhile, and I examined her breasts in more detail. Sure enough, the girl could produce a bit of milk from her nipples.

Lisa said "I got pregnant last year, but I miscarried when I was about four months along. My boyfriend wanted to establish my milk just for the fun of it, and so he sucked at my tits a lot. In time I was able to produce some milk for him. Since we broke up though I have been letting my milk dry up, but I can still produce some."

"Oh, Lisa, your breasts are beautiful, and made to produce milk. I think it would be a shame to let them dry up. Do you mind if I nurse at your tits?"

She just smiled at me. With that I went to work on her tits, sucking at them like a hungry baby. I managed to get some milk from them. I stopped after awhile, not wanting to overdo it.

"You must let me come take you home every night after work from now on, and we will stop along the way and you can nurse me, Lisa. I would really love to reestablish your milk. Okay?"

She sighed. "Well, Uncle Bob, it is a bit of a bother having leaky breasts, but if you want that, I will do it just for you."

Lisa was such a delightful girl. I thanked her, and then we fucked again. Later I took Lisa into the bathroom and we showered together. After we got dressed I drove the pretty blonde home. We stopped along the way at a pharmacy, and I went inside and got a little something for the girl. She laughed when she opened up the box and discovered that I had bought her a motorized breast pump, along with accessories such as baby milk bottles.

"Use this in the morning, and mid day, honey. We need to be persistent if we are to really bring in your milk in some quantity. Also once you are producing milk, we can donate it to the hospital maternity ward. I understand that they have a need for mother's milk for infants who are allergic to cow's milk, and whose mothers are unable to supply enough milk for their babies. Okay?"

Lisa said "That's a good idea, Uncle Bob! I thought of having milky breasts as a nuisance, but I was willing to do it for my boyfriend before, and now for you. But donating mother's milk to babies who really need it will really motivate me to bring my milk in fully. You are so thoughtful, thinking of those hungry babies, Uncle Bob!" Lisa gave me a big, juicy kiss.

I was pleased to have scored such points with her, although I would feel guilty now sucking milk from her breasts that could be used to feed hungry babies. But perhaps Lisa would have enough milk to spare me a little of it. I took her home then.

"I'll bring the breast pump with me when you pick me up at work tomorrow evening, Uncle Bob. I just know you will want to see for yourself how it works, and watch my milk being drawn from my breasts into the baby milk bottles!" She kissed me good night, and went inside her home.

Lisa was right, I very much wanted to be a part of milking her breasts, perhaps controlling the speed and suction of the milking machine, and making it suck more forcefully at her tits than the girl would do herself. I knew her to be a bit of a masochist, and that she would allow me to even hurt her tits a bit. I might even tie or handcuff Lisa's hands behind her back, I thought, to have full access to her milky tits, and then see just how hard the machine could suck at her tits at full power and speed!

I imagined the pretty blonde milkmaid crying, and begging me to stop. I wondered how far her nipples could be stretched out from her breasts. I wondered how long it would take to force her breasts to fill up the milk bottles. I would have to find out. Perhaps I could squeeze and knead Lisa's breasts for her, to coax the milk from her even as the machine sucked harshly at her nipples and areolas, forcing the milk from her. Meanwhile I could have the naked girl straddle me and I could be fucking her, even as I tortured her breasts.

Realistically I knew that it would take time to bring Lisa's milk in fully, and that initially her milk production would not be so much. All the milking in the world would not be able to extract more milk from her than she could produce. But I also knew that the more she was milked, the more her milk production could increase, within limits. My goal would be to bring her to the point of being able to fill two half-pint bottles during a milking session. I would force her breasts to achieve that goal, making them produce more milk each night until each breast was able to fill a half-pint bottle. I knew that some nursing mothers could do that, although some others could only produce half that quantity.

Whether Lisa could achieve that goal or not, it would be fun trying, at least for me, forcing her breasts to reach their maximum production. Oh, what nasty things horny men can think of to do to pretty young girls! Such were my fantasies as I drove home. I had such wicked dreams about Lisa, my new milkmaid, that night.

The next morning I went downstairs to have some coffee and read the paper in the lobby. George, the old man, was there, but Maude, the old lady, was not. The old man had taken advantage of her absence to get acquainted with a little red-haired girl whom I had not seen before. The girl was about eleven I thought, with her hair woven into pigtails. She was wearing the traditional white blouse and short plaid skirt that all schoolgirls wore in that community, being the dress code of the local school system.

George had the girl sitting on his lap, her legs spread open, and her skirt hiked up. His trembling old hand was clumsily rubbing her through the crotch of her panties, feeling her up.

"Oh, please don't do that to me!" the girl protested, squirming on his lap and trying to get away from him. I went over to them.

"Hello, George! What are you doing with this pretty little girl?"

She looked up at me through tearful, green eyes. I smiled at her. "Oh, please mister, make him stop! He shouldn't be touching me down there. My mama says it isn't nice to let men play with me through my panties."

"George, take your hand off of her for a minute, will you?"

"I wasn't hurting the kid, just feeling her a little is all." he protested, as he took his hand away.

Her panty crotch was half tucked into her crack, "very cute," I thought.

"Now then, what is your name, honey?" I asked the child.

She said "Erin. Erin O'Brien." I realized that she must be the daughter of the Mrs. O'Brien who had interfered with my fingering of Becky's vagina at the pool a few days ago.

"Well, Erin, you can call me Uncle Bob. This here is Grandpa. Now, he wasn't hurting you, was he, honey?"

"N-no. But he wouldn't stop rubbing me through my panties."

"I see. Well now, Grandpa just loves to play with pretty girls, especially between their legs. Did your mother say anything about men feeling you down there without your panties on, Erin?"

"N-no." she replied.

"Well then, let's just take off your panties, and then Grandpa can play with you some more. Okay?"

The girl seemed doubtful about that, but my reassuring smile won her over.

"Okay, if you take my panties off, Uncle Bob."

I was pleased to do that for her, and soon I had her Snoopy print panties off of her and bunched up in my hands. Erin had the prettiest pale pink pussy, gaping open to show the rosy opening into her vagina, and above that her pee hole and clitty.

Grandpa and I stared at the child's sex, gaping open. The old man looked at me as though he expected me to play with the kid.

I said "Now; Erin, you don't have to be afraid. Grandpa just wants to play with you a little, okay?"

"Okay." she said, looking shyly at the old man.

I had just made his day I could see. His hand caressed the tender, pink female flesh between the child's legs, feeling her all over there, but being gentle with her too.

"How does that feel, Erin?" he asked the girl. She giggled a little.

"It tickles a little, Grandpa, but it feels kind of nice too."

"You are still a virgin I see, for I can feel your hymen blocking my finger at your vagina."

He moved his fingers a bit higher up her crack. "How about here, honey?" he asked her.

"Ohh! Eee-hee-hee! Oh, that really tickles!" she exclaimed, as the old man fingered her clitty for her.

The child squirmed around on the old man's lap as he masturbated her bare open sex, doing more with her than he had imagined doing. Erin was all smiles and giggles, no longer afraid of the old man, as he delighted her with his fingerings. I had a hard-on in my pants, watching him play with the virgin child.

Suddenly Erin said "Oh! I gotta go pee-pee!"

I saw a plastic bucket nearby and I took it over to the odd couple. "Here, Erin, you can straddle this bucket and pee into it."

"Okay, Uncle Bob!"

Grandpa let the kid get down from his lap, and she straddled the bucket. The old man and I watched closely as the kid loosed her urine then, a stream of yellow erupting from her pee hole to splash down into the bucket. What a cute sight she was! I was so horny that I felt like raping the girl then and there, my penis thrusting up through her hymen and taking her virginity from her, and fucking her bloody hole until I came inside her.

But I didn't do that at all. Instead, when Erin was done peeing I said "We better get your panties back on you, honey, so that you can be on your way to school." I helped the girl get her panties on. "How old are you, Erin?" I asked her.

"I'm eleven, going on twelve. I will be twelve in two more months. I'm in the sixth grade."

"Did you like the way Grandpa played with you, Erin?"

"Oh, yes." she said.

"Well, perhaps he will do that with you again sometime, if you ask him to. After you turn twelve, I'd like to play with you too, honey!"

The little girl kissed Grandpa and me goodbye, and then she hurried to catch her bus, which was outside at the curb and waiting for her.

George said, "I really owe you one, Bob! I had her almost in tears, but that little girl really opened up, once you came along."

"You just have to be sensitive to their concerns, and then you can usually win a girl over, George. In Erin's case it was just a matter of taking off her panties before you played with her sex, because that was what her mother had warned her about. Now sometimes it isn't that easy, and there may be some girls that you will just have to let go. But for every one that you better not touch, there is another girl that can be coaxed into playing with you.

A word of caution, though - girls under age twelve are simply jail bait, and you run quite a risk when you molest them. You can find girls who are legal, like Becky. You remember the little brunette that I played with here in the lobby? Well, she just turned twelve, and as long as she is consenting to you playing with her, you can fondle her legally. If I were you, I would cool it with little Erin for two more months. Then she will be twelve, and legal." George thanked me for my advice.

"By the way, George, do you know a little blonde girl named Barbie?" I asked him.

"Oh, yes I do. I tried to play with her once, but old Maude stopped me."

"Well, I had her up to my apartment and she did a rather hot video for me. Come visit me some time and I will show it to you."

George came by an hour later, and I showed him the video. He was amazed at the girl's sexy performance.

"Barbie will be twelve next month, George, and legal. She tells me that she loves to fuck. If you like, I could share her with you!" I was feeling generous, and I knew that I would have all the willing young pussy that I could handle.

That evening I picked Lisa up after she got off work, and we had a lot of fun working on her breasts, pumping the milk from them, and getting her breasts to increase the supply of her milk. Then we had some fun fucking together.

George and I became good friends, and we shared the little girls in our apartment building once they were of legal age. I got a reputation among all the girls in the neighborhood, known for my amazing stamina, and soon I had schoolgirls lining up for me to fuck them!

I was often asked how I managed to maintain an erection for hours, how I could fuck a whole troop of girl scouts (twelve and up, but that is another story), with seconds for all! I just told them that I kept myself in good shape. I could hardly tell anyone about the Genie in the flask in my home who had granted me this ability. Everybody would think that I was nuts, wouldn't they?

I only wished that I had used one of my wishes to allow Genie to be with me more than that one time. I said it out loud. Suddenly there was a deep voice coming from her flask, a deep male voice. "Your wish has been heard by the Jin of all genies, and it is hereby granted!"

With that there came a wisp of smoke from the flask, and Genie appeared before me, in all her naked glory!

"Oh, Master, thank you so much for freeing me from my flask! I was forbidden to let you know that you could release me that way. It needed to be your wish, spoken aloud. And now you have done it!"

I was thrilled at this revelation. I took Genie to bed and we made love all night long. Then I had to go shopping for her the next day, for she literally did not have a thing to wear! I introduced Genie to people I knew as my step-daughter, Jeannie, who had come to live with me. My life had been completely changed, and I enjoyed myself thoroughly.

However, in time I came to realize that I had too much of a good thing. So I encouraged Lisa to find a new boyfriend, and the little schoolgirls to find boys of their own age to play with and fuck. With my insatiable Genie I had no need of other girls!

I never thought that I would see the day when I would want only one girl to love, but that is how it was with Genie. Only one problem though. I kept getting older, but Genie remained forever a girl of thirteen! I guess you have to be careful what you wish for.