Perverts 'R' Us

Wish Granted!

By Old Boy ( m/f, m/g, M/f, M/g, M/F, con, mag )

This story is totally fictitious and does not resemble anyone or anything in reality, whatever that may be.

I watched the pretty young girls at play in the park, yearning to be young again as they were and to become intimate with them. Women near my own age simply did not interest me sexually, although I was quite capable of socializing with them on a non-intimate basis.

No, instead I found only pre-teen and early teen girls appealed to me sexually. It was a dangerous situation to be in, being a fixated pedophile as my psychologist once told me. I had retired recently at 65 and as a bachelor I now had all the time I wanted to visit schoolyards and playgrounds and pine after pretty young girls. Yes, I was a dirty old man.

Somehow I managed to keep my distance and avoid doing anything that might get me arrested, but many times I was sorely tempted. A young girl was often careless about her skirt and then I might see a flash of her panties. Sometimes at night I would dream about such encounters. In my dreams I often went to the girl, slipped my hand into her panties, and played with her hairless little pussy while she giggled.

My next door neighbor was a spinster who was three years younger than I was, a retired school teacher named Lucille. She often talked to me when we did gardening work in our yards and I had a good idea that she would love to get to know me better. I was polite to her, of course, but I resisted all attempts by her to become more involved with me.

One day I was at the nearby park sitting on my favorite park bench. It faced the swings at the playground and I had a good view of the pretty girls swinging. There were boys who played there too, of course, but I had eyes only for the girls.

An especially pretty little girl about ten years old was swinging and she carelessly had her legs spread. This gave me an excellent view of her panty crotch. Soon I had an erection in my pants from just looking at her. I was glad that I could still get erections that way.

I wanted to go over to her and make friendly overtures to the girl, but I knew in my heart that if I tried to do that she would likely be scared of a dirty old man like me. She might even cry out and draw some unwanted attention to me, or maybe run away from me. So I stayed where I was on the park bench and just watched her swinging.

I thought to myself, but spoke aloud, "Oh if only I could be young again, old enough to cum of course but young enough to become friends with a girl like her! What I wouldn't give for that!"

Suddenly there was another man sitting next to me on the bench. "Where did he come from?" I wondered. I glanced at the short man and saw he had spiky light hair and he was wearing glasses with colored lenses, a strange-looking fellow.

"I could grant your wish for you, Robert." he said. I was startled. "How does this stranger know my name?" I wondered. He looked vaguely familiar, like some entertainer I had seen on television. No, that was ridiculous.

"Who are you, mister?" I asked.

He turned to me and grinned. "Why, I am your fairy godfather of course, Robert. My name is Elton."

Well of course I was not buying any of this nonsense. Fairy godfather indeed!

"Look mister, er Elton, I don't know how you know my name, but one thing I know for certain. You are not my fairy godfather or anything like that. I don't believe in magic or religious experiences or any such things."

"No? I could make you fifty years younger with just a snap of my fingers, Robert. I'll tell you what. Suppose I let you try it out for a few days. The boss doesn't like me to give free trials, but I have the power to do that. When you see that you are really a handsome boy of 15 again, I think you will want to continue your life that way. Then we can negotiate the price."

"Price?" I wondered, "What price?" As though reading my thoughts Elton added, "Oh, it has something to do with your soul, Robert. Since you do not believe in such things, it should not be of any importance to you. Don't worry about it, okay?"

I didn't know what to make of such a crackpot. I decided to just get up and leave, to get away from him. "Well Elton, it was strange meeting you. I am leaving now. Goodbye."

The man grinned at me and snapped his fingers. Then he was gone just as quickly as he had appeared.

I felt different somehow. I looked down at myself and realized that I was now well-built with a sleek, youthful appearance. My scalp felt strange. Reaching up I realized that I now had a full head of hair. Standing up I realized that I had a youthful spring in my step. I felt strong and virile, like I could do anything. It was true; I was suddenly 15 years old again!

I remembered that Elton said this transformation was just a trial for a few days. I figured that I better not waste any time. I went over to the pretty little blonde girl on the swing and smiled at her.

"Hi! I'm Bobby. Would you like me to push you on the swing so you can go higher?" I don't know what made me tell her my name was Bobby. I hadn't used that nickname for Robert in many years.

She smiled at me and said, "Hello, Bobby. My name is Amy and I am eleven years old. Did you see that creepy old man who was sitting on the park bench and staring at me? I don't know where he went, but I didn't like him."

I laughed and said, "Hi Amy. No, I didn't see any creepy old man. Anyway he's gone now, so don't worry about him." I got behind Amy and began pushing her on the swing so she would go higher. She liked that and laughed as I continued to push her with my hands on her pert young bottom.

After awhile, pretty Amy said, "I think I have had enough swinging for now, Bobby." Reluctantly I stopped pushing her and she got off of the swing. An ice cream vendor was coming by, riding his tricycle with an ice chest box on the back of it. I bought us both ice cream bars. Amy was very pleased with the treat and smiled at me as she ate it.

I walked with the girl over to a secluded park bench that was somewhat hidden by bushes. We sat down together and I put my arm around Amy and drew her closer. She was surprised when I bent my head to her and kissed her. I don't think she had been kissed by a boy before, but I saw that she was pleased by it.

"You have very pretty legs, Amy." I said, as I ran my hand up her bare thigh. She looked down at my hand on her leg, but she did not try to stop me. So I ran my hand up higher, under the skirt of her little sundress. She just looked at me with her big blue eyes.

Soon I was running my hand over the crotch of her panties. Then I slipped a couple of fingers inside the leg opening of her panties. I felt her bare pussy with my fingers, slipping them into her sweet crack. I was in heaven as I fulfilled my dreams of molesting a little girl. Amy just giggled with wonderment as she let me play with her little pussy.

I have always thought it strange that this activity is called molestation. That is a word that means to vex or annoy. What I was doing with Amy was certainly not vexing or annoying her, so how could it be called molesting her? Society is simply unwilling to admit that little girls might like having their pussies fondled. Now there is a better word, fondle.

My reverie was interrupted by Amy as she said, "I gotta' pee, Bobby!" I took my hand out of her panties. I watched with interest as she took her panties down to her knees, squatted on the grass and peed facing me. She blushed as she saw that I was watching her go.

Amy pulled her panties back up and adjusted her sundress to cover herself. "I gotta' go home now, Bobby! Will I see you here again tomorrow?" I smiled and told her I would try to come to the park again the next day. Then the pretty blonde girl ran away home.

I was feeling really good about the adventure I had just enjoyed with Amy. I would never have tried doing such things with her as an old man, but I felt much bolder now that I was a teenager again. Girls like Amy responded so much better to a boy nearer their own age.

A pretty young teenager came by. She looked at me, smiled and stopped. "Hi! I haven't seen you around here before. My name is Heather, what's yours?" Girls like her would never pay any attention to an old man like me. I was surprised and delighted as she batted her eyes at me in my handsome new form.

Regaining my senses I smiled back at her and replied, "Hi Heather! I'm Bobby. You are a really cool girl."

She laughed pleasantly. "A few of us are going to be hanging out at the mall. Come by and maybe we can get together later, okay?"

"Sure, Heather. See you later." I watched the pretty girl walk away then. She was wearing a miniskirt that showed off her slender legs. She had a tight little ass that she wriggled invitingly as she walked away from me. I knew she was doing that on purpose.

I realized that I still had an erection in my pants, an urgent one now. I hurried to the park restroom and entered a stall. Thinking about how Amy's hairless pussy had felt, and imagining what it would be like to fuck Heather, I quickly jacked off to relieve myself.

"Wow, so much cum!" I thought as I shot into the toilet bowl vigorously and urgently. I had not cum like that for many years. I felt almost like I could keep cumming all day if I wanted to. Oh, the advantages of youth!

Sometime later, I went to the mall. It was a popular hangout with young teenagers. At first I felt a little out of place as I joined a small group of kids and got acquainted with them. But then I realized that I was now one of them, and they readily accepted me as such.

We ran into another small group then and Heather was with them. Quickly I joined her and we got to know each other better. I wanted to take her off with me, just the two of us, but I realized that would be considered 'bad form' in this group. So we 'hung out' with the group for awhile, browsing through the many different shops, mostly window shopping.

I learned that Heather was just thirteen, a little younger than I first thought. When our group began to split up and go home I coaxed her into coming home with me. I told her that I was visiting my Uncle Robert, but he was at work now, as I welcomed her into my house.

I got us a couple of beers from the refrigerator. I don't think she was used to drinking beer, but Heather was not about to refuse such an adult beverage. She wrinkled her nose at the taste of it. I laughed pleasantly and told her that the taste of beer took a little getting used to. Gamely, she slowly drank her beer with me.

With a bit of gentle coaxing, I soon had the pretty girl on the couch with me, my arm around her and kissing her. Gently I ran my hand over her bumpy chest and she sighed at the touch. Soon she allowed me to pull her top off over her head. Then I continued to caress her through her bra. After awhile I got the bra unhooked and took it off of her.

Heather might have been just a little drunk from the beer. She allowed me to play with her amazingly firm young breasts that stuck straight out from her chest, A-cup size now, but they were still growing. They were capped with pretty pink nipples and areolas. With a little encouragement, her nipples erected and poked out stiffly.

I bent my head to her young bosom and kissed her breasts. I even sucked them and she really liked that. I don't think any boy had ever sucked her breasts before me. Heather moaned and cradled my head to her bosom as I pretended to be a baby nursing at her breasts and being fed by my young mommy.

I could hardly remember the last time I had done this with a young girl. It had been so many years ago. I wanted more from Heather though. I got her miniskirt off of her and her sneakers. She looked so cute with her bare breasts and wearing only her panties and sox. She was a bit reluctant to give up her panties, but finally I got them off too. She had a patch of light pubic hair on her pussy, but not enough to hide her cute cleft cunt.

Soon I was using my mouth on her pussy, my tongue delving into her sweet crack and tasting the musky juices that Heather was letting down. I found her nubbin of a clitoris and I licked and teased it, driving her to squeal and thrash about naked on the couch with me. Finally it was time. I got into position with a cushion under her butt, and I prepared to slide my erect cock into her tight young vagina.

Heather protested. "Don't Bobby, I'm a virgin! I don't want to go all the way, but I could suck your cock off for you instead."

I had kind of wanted to fuck her, but the offer to suck my cock off instead was quite acceptable to me. I soon discovered that the girl knew nothing about sucking cocks. She admitted to me then that she had heard about doing that, but she had never done it before.

So I let her play with my cock and take her time getting acquainted with it. I taught her what to do and she finally had it in her mouth, sucking at it earnestly as she looked up at me with her big blue eyes. I smiled down at the girl and encouraged her.

I knew that the first time sucking a cock is important to a girl and is likely to determine whether or not she will get to liking it. I wanted Heather to like it so she might do it many times again with me. I tried to hold back and make it last, but soon I reached the point where I had to cum.

I warned her that I was going to shoot cum in her mouth. I told her not to be afraid, but to just swallow it all down, as cum is very nourishing. Heather sort of snickered around the cock in her mouth, trying to laugh when I said that. Then I cried out and I came, pumping my cum into the girl's mouth.

She did very well for her first time, swallowing most of it down but gagging just a little on the stuff. As my cock lost its erection, I told her she should stop sucking at it. I explained how a cock gets too sensitive to continue sucking it after it shoots, at least for awhile. Heather told me she liked the taste of my cum. She licked me off then.

I still wanted to fuck the girl, but that would have to wait for another time. She had to get home for supper and so reluctantly I helped her get dressed again. I kissed her goodbye and she left my house with a promise to return tomorrow afternoon. I fixed my own supper then, watched some television and went to bed. I had some pleasant dreams that night.

The next morning I was out in the yard early picking a few dead blossoms off of the flowers around my house. There was a pretty girl next door who was doing the same thing. She was about twelve years old and I could see that she already had some cute little breasts.

"Hello, my name is Bobby. I am visiting my Uncle Robert who lives here," I said, introducing myself to her.

"Hi Bobby, I'm Lucy and I am visiting my Aunt Lucille," she replied. She was a pretty dark-haired girl and she had the sweetest smile. I liked her right away.

"Would you like to come into the house and play with me? My uncle has already gone to work and he will be gone all day," I told her.

She grinned and said, "Sure okay, Bobby." We went into my house and to my surprise Lucy said, "You want to kiss me, Bobby?" offering her mouth up to me. Well of course I kissed the willing girl. I was surprised when her tongue probed at my lips. I opened my mouth and we French kissed, our tongues dueling with each other.

I was surprised that a twelve-year-old girl knew all about kissing that way. I was even more surprised when she said, "Would you like to take off my clothes, Bobby?" She didn't have to ask me twice.

I pulled off her top, unhooked her training bra and bared her cute young breasts. They were not very big yet but they poked out from her chest in cute cones. Her nipples and areolas were a cherry red color such as I had rarely seen before, except with pregnant girls.

Many years ago I played with and fucked a pretty pregnant girl with such red nipples. She was only 14 years old. I don't know who knocked her up, but it wasn't me. She let me feel the baby kicking inside her belly. She was able to produce a little milk too and I enjoyed sucking the new milk from her swollen red nipples and tasting it.

Then I fucked her and in my imagination I fed my cum to the baby in her swollen belly. Later I heard that she had given birth to a baby girl and gave it up for adoption. I lost track of her after that, but I often fantasized about continuing to see her and nursing at her milky breasts. I have something of a lactation fetish too, you see.

But getting back to Lucy, I was fascinated with her cute titties. Lucy seemed to know that. She thrust her chest out proudly at me, offering up her titties for me to play with. I took them in my hands and rubbed the soft spongy fresh of her tender small breast cones, careful not to be too rough with hem. Her nipples stiffened up and poked out at me. I bent my head to her new tits and I kissed and licked and sucked them. She liked that.

Turning my attention to the shorts she was wearing, I soon tugged them down and took them off. While I was at it I removed her sneakers too. Lucy looked so cute in her panties and socks. I ran my hands all over her panties, feeling her through the cloth and slipping my fingers into the leg openings.

The young girl giggled and spread her legs for me, making my task easier. I was surprised when she let me take off her panties without any protest. Indeed she wanted to be naked with me. She had only a few wisps on dark new pubic hair on her pussy.

Lucy helped me take off my own clothes then. I was surprised when she reached out and took my rising cock in her hand. She looked at it and gently played with it, getting me stiffly erect. Then she bent her head to my cock head and kissed it. I was surprised the girl knew how to handle my cock like that.

Lying down on her back Lucy spread her legs wide for me in wanton invitation. "You wanna fuck me, Bobby?" she asked me, holding her labia open with her fingers and showing me her inner pink parts. I saw that the orifice of her vagina was already shiny wet with her secretions.

With a moan of lust, I quickly got on top of the very willing girl and poked my cock-head into her vagina. She was very tight and it took a bit of doing to get my cock into her, but she wanted it and worked her hips with mine to make the penetration successful. Finally I was well into her. I grinned down at her and she gazed up at me.

"Oh Bobby! I feel so full with you inside me!" she exclaimed. I wondered that such a willing young girl could be so tight. Surely she was not a virgin, but she must not have fucked very much. Maybe the boy she fucked with before had a small cock. That would explain her tightness.

Putting aside such conjectures, I got down to the serious but delightful business of fucking the little slut. Now isn't that a nasty thing to call a willing girl? Why brand her as a slut just because she loves to fuck? We don't call boys such names, do we? The double standard is alive and well. Anyway I loved to think of Lucy as a slut and so I fucked her.

She clung to me and fucked me right back, loving it as much as I did. What a couple of young fuckers we were! I was getting close to cumming and so was she. I cried out then and began cumming, shooting my sperm deep inside her belly.

Lucy screamed too and then she was cumming with me, her vagina milking my cock and keeping me shooting until I think my balls were empty. I could not remember when I ever had a better fuck. Perhaps I never did have a better one.

I was absolutely thrilled with my willing Lucy slut. Gently I held her in my arms and kissed her in the aftermath of our lovemaking. Yes that is what it was, lovemaking, not simply fucking. I truly loved the girl at that moment.

I would have loved to fuck her again, but Lucy told me her Aunt Lucille would miss her and come looking for her if she did not go back home soon. I surely did not want the old lady showing up at my door and finding Lucy lying naked with me on the living room carpet. So reluctantly I helped the girl into her clothes and kissed her goodbye. She promised to come and see me again tomorrow.

I was certainly enjoying my life as a fifteen-year-old. I remembered that I had something of a date with young Amy. So I freshened up a bit and walked over to the nearby park. Sure enough there the pretty blonde child was, on the swings and waiting for me. She came to meet me as I approached her.

"Hi Bobby! I didn't know if you were coming or not," she said.

I smiled and said, "How could I miss a date with such a pretty girl as you?" Amy blushed, pleased at my remark. "I would like to take you to my house this morning and play with you there, Amy. My uncle is at work and we would be quite alone."

She considered it. It was a big step for a girl who had just turned eleven years old. But then the kid smiled and said, "Okay, Bobby. I know you would not hurt me." She took my hand and I walked home with her. I wanted to undress the little girl and play with her naked, but I would be gentle with her.

I went slowly with Amy, not wanting to frighten the girl. She was wearing a pullover top and a jeans skirt today. I got her top off and found that she had a little bra vest under it. I slipped that off too, baring her chest. Amy had the cutest pink breast buds poking out from her chest, small bumps about the size of ping pong balls.

"You have cute little titties, Amy," I told her. I had some fun gently running my hands over her new bumps, careful not to hurt them. They were quite sensitive. The little girl giggled when I kissed and licked them for her. She was pleased to see how much I liked her new titties.

Next I took off her jeans skirt and her sneakers. I left her sox and panties on for awhile and played with her like that, running my hands over her body and kissing her all over. I took off my own clothes then. Amy's eyes were big as she stared at my rising cock. I don't think she had seen one erect before. I encouraged her to touch it and play with it.

Timidly she touched me, but it took awhile before she was willing to wrap her small hand around my cock and jack me off as I wanted her to do. I got her panties off and I went down on her hairless little pussy, licking her tasty virgin cleft. After a few licks she began to let down some sweet pussy juice for me. I found her tiny clitoris and teased it with my tongue. How Amy squealed when I did that to her!

By now she had found the courage to wrap both hands around my cock and pump it up and down as I instructed her to do. I loved having the naked 11-year-old girl giving me a hand job like that. I wanted more then. I wanted to have her give me a blowjob too.

Amy was reluctant to kiss my cock head as I suggested to her, but eventually she did that. Then I got her to lick it all over. She said she liked the taste of the sticky pre-cum. Finally I got the girl to take the head of my cock into her mouth and suck on it.

By now I could hold back no longer. I held her blonde head in place and I cried out and came, shooting gobs of cum into Amy's mouth. The little girl gagged on the flood filling her mouth. Most of it squeezed out around her lips and trickled down her chin to dribble down onto my cock. She took her head away and coughed up more of the stuff.

Amy was not too pleased with me for doing that to her. I really should have warned the kid before cumming in her mouth like that. I calmed her down though and got her to accept the fact that it had not been all that bad. I even got her to go down on my cock and lick up all the cum she had spilled on my groin. She swallowed the stuff down too. What a sweet girl she was.

By now all her licking and cleaning had me getting stiff again. I wanted to fuck her. Yes I knew she was just a child and a virgin, but I really wanted to fuck her. I got some Vaseline and smeared it around her vagina and over my cock.

Then I kissed her sweetly and said, "I am going to make love to you now, Amy, just like big boys and girls do. It may hurt you a little at first but then you will get to liking it, okay?" The child was not too sure about having me stick my cock into her body, but she did like the idea that it would make her a 'big girl'. And so she said okay, I could do that.

I set my cock head against her vagina and then shoved in hard, tearing though her hymen with one firm thrust. Amy screamed. I stayed in place a few inches inside her while she thrashed around beneath me. I spoke gently to her and gradually she calmed down. Tears were running down her cheeks and I felt a little guilty about that. But I was not about to stop now.

I began to thrust into her deeper, until I was in all the way to her cervix. Amy was crying. I rested for a moment and let her get used to being stuffed with my cock. Then I set up a gentle fucking pace and encouraged her to match my movements with her own. After a minute she caught on and began fucking with me. Such a sweet girl. I told her how well she was doing and she managed a little smile.

I was pleased to see that she had stopped crying now. Amy clung to me then as we fucked together. I wish I could tell you that she came with me but that did not happen. She was too sore to really enjoy her first fucking. I came though, and I loved the feeling of spurting my cum into such a tight vagina. Yes I had a good time, even if Amy did not.

When it was over I held her in my arms and told her how much I loved her. I promised her that fucking would never hurt her again, and that next time she would actually like it. Amy trusted me enough to believe it would be so. I showered with her then and we got all cleaned up and dressed again.

Then I took her back home. As it happened she lived down my street in the next block, not that far away. Amy told me that she was a foster child who lived with two other foster children in a home with a middle-aged couple who looked after them. The state paid for their care.

The kids all had special needs that made them un-adoptable, she said. In her case it was a very expensive medicine she needed to take to avoid becoming seriously ill. She was perfectly normal as long as she took the medicine. I felt sorry for her that she did not have a permanent home with a real mother and father.

I returned home and had myself some lunch. Not long after that there came a knock on my door. It was pretty Heather, keeping her promise to come back for more loving with me. I let her in and we kissed and made out for awhile like most teenagers before we got down to more serious stuff.

Soon I had the girl stripped naked and sucking my cock again. She was not reluctant to let me strip her this time, and of course I got naked too. We got into a sixty-nine position and I ate her out while she sucked my cock. She was getting better at sucking my cock and before long I fed her a nice load of my cum. The girl swallowed it all down, too.

We rested for awhile and I told Heather that this time I wanted to fuck her. She was a little scared about giving up her virginity, but I persuaded her that it was time. Finally she agreed. By that time, her fooling around with my cock had me erect again. I used some Vaseline on her vagina and on my cock to make penetration a little easier for her.

Then I mounted her and shoved my cock into her vagina, breaking through her hymen. Heather cried out with some pain, but this defloration was easier than the earlier one with Amy. Once she got used to the fullness within her body she caught on to the rhythm with me and we fucked together.

I took my time with her and darned if I didn't manage to get pretty Heather to cum with me. Her first time out too! I kissed her and told her how well she had done. She was quite pleased at that. I got her a beer to celebrate her new status as a woman and we had some more fun together. We took a shower together and that was fun too. Then Heather got dressed and left, with the promise that she would return the next afternoon.

I fixed myself some supper and relaxed as I thought over the events of the day. Had I really fucked with three different girls, 11, 12 and 13 years old, and cum at least two times with each of them? Yes I had! Amazing what stamina I had as a 15-year-old boy! I could never have managed such a thing as my true self, 65 years old.

I remembered that my fairy godfather Elton would be returning to seal the deal with me, as early as tomorrow. At that moment I was prepared to surrender my soul in order to continue to enjoy my existence as a 15-year-old boy. What use did I have for a soul anyway? Still, it must have some value if Elton was that eager to obtain it for his boss.

I turned in early that evening and had pleasant dreams. I was looking forward to the next day and more adventures with my delightful little harem of fuck girls. Not long after breakfast, Lucy came calling. My 12-year-old brunette wanted to entertain me with her version of a strip tease. Now who was I to turn that down?

Lucy had a CD with her of some burlesque music. I don't know where she got it, but it was a good one. Slowly she stripped off her clothes in time to the music, doing some bumps and grinds that were as much amusing as they were erotic. Her performance was effective though, and I had a raging hard-on by the time the girl was naked.

She helped me tear off my clothes and soon we were writhing around on the floor, fucking like rabbits and caught up in our lust for each other. I couldn't get over how much passion she had for a 12-year-old girl. She seemed to have the experience and appetites of a much older woman.

Just then there was a "poof!" and my fairy godfather Elton suddenly appeared, standing beside us and looking down at us as we fucked. He chuckled and seemed amused at what we were doing together.

"Well Robert, I see that you are enjoying being fifty years younger again. I assume you will want to continue to enjoy your new existence. All you need do is sign this contract for your soul, and you can remain this way for the rest of your life," he said.

Somehow Lucy seemed to be talking to some other being although I saw only Elton with us. She turned to me then and said, "Ask him how much longer you will have to live, Bobby." Not a bad question, I thought.

"How about it Elton, how many more years will I have to live as a 15-year-old?" My fairy godfather seemed reluctant to give me a straight answer. Finally he admitted that I might be dead in five years, wearing myself out with all the fucking I would be doing.

My body might appear to be only 15, but the stress would be like that of a 65 year old. Suddenly it did not seem to be such a good bargain after all. Lucy also was engaging some other being in conversation. I saw her shake her head "no".

Elton got very irritated with me then. "I went out of my way to help you, Robert, and this is the thanks I get for it! My boss is going to be very angry with me for this. Very well, so be it! Return to what you were!" With that my fairy godfather snapped his fingers and "poof!" he was gone.

"What I strange encounter," I thought. I looked down at Lucy and myself and I saw that things had changed. I was suddenly 65 years old again, puffing and straining as I fucked the female beneath me. It was not Lucy. No, it was the old lady who lived next door, Lucille. I was fucking Lucille! How could that be?

The woman looked up at me and smiled. "It's okay, Robert. The spirit appeared to me too, but as my fairy godmother. She said her name was Petula. Such a strange name. Anyway she made me fifty years younger too, in the form of Lucy. That's really what I looked like fifty years ago. But it is not worth the price they wanted us to pay to remain that way."

I looked down at Lucille rather sheepishly. "Yes, and the Bobby you saw was the way I looked fifty years ago. I guess we have been a couple of foolish old people to fall for such a masquerade." I didn't know what to do about having my cock still stuffed inside Lucille's vagina. Would it be impolite to pull out of her? Should I finish fucking her?

My next door neighbor looked up and me and smiled. "Do you know anything about self-hypnosis, Robert?" she asked me.

"No not really," I replied.

"Well all you have to do is look deep into my eyes and I will look deep into yours. I think we can find Lucy and Bobby within ourselves if we just concentrate our minds." So I tried that. A minute later and darned if it didn't work too!

There beneath me was my pretty 12-year-old Lucy again, and I could tell from the look in her eyes that she saw me as Bobby again. Indeed, I felt like Bobby again too, full of youthful energy. Lucy and I fucked like rabbits then and we had a wonderful time together.

When we were done fucking we saw ourselves once more as what we truly were, but this time we felt real affection for each other. Lucille and I showered together, got dressed, and I fixed us some lunch. We kissed then and she returned to her own house. I knew that we would be seeing much more of each other from now on.

Heather came knocking at my door that afternoon. She was clearly disappointed to see me answer the door. "Oh hello, you must be Uncle Robert. Is Bobby home?" she asked me.

I smiled at Heather and invited her inside. "Would you care for a beer?" I asked her.

She blushed. "Oh, did Bobby tell you that I drink beer, sir? What else did he tell you?"

I smiled at her. "It's okay, Heather, Bobby and I have no secrets from each other. I think it is fine that you kids are exploring your sexuality. Regrettably though, Bobby had to cut his visit with me short. His father is a long-distance truck driver and Bobby travels all over the country with him. No telling when he might return."

The pretty girl took that all in, blushing as she realized that I knew all about her sexual activities with my "nephew". I got her a beer as she thought it over.

"Here you are, Heather," I said as I opened another beer for myself. We sat awkwardly for a couple on minutes as we drank our beers.

"You seem pretty cool for a grown-up, Uncle Robert," she said. "Not many people would offer me a beer."

I grinned at her and replied, "I know you are going to miss Bobby. If there is anything I can do to help, anything at all, just let me know. I may be an old man but I still love pretty girls like you, my dear."

Heather seemed uncertain as she squirmed around in her chair. Her miniskirt had hiked up her thighs and I was getting some peeks at the crotch of her panties as she sat across from me.

"Would you like me to help you relieve the itch in your pussy, dear? You need not do anything for me, but I would be delighted to eat out your pussy for you and make you cum. Would you like that?"

"Oh!" she exclaimed staring at me, "You dirty old man!" Then she grinned at me. "Okay Uncle Robert, if you really want to."

Within a minute I had her panties off and my head buried in her tasty pussy. I brought Heather to a screaming orgasm. Before she left me she did kiss me goodbye. I have hopes that she may return and perhaps next time she will pleasure this dirty old man too. We shall see.

Little Amy came around too and she was very disappointed when I told her that Bobby had returned home. I introduced the girl to Lucille and she also took an interest in Amy. I explained to Lucille why the girl had not been adopted and she thought it was a shame.

It happens that I have really good health insurance as part of my retirement plan. I checked and found out that if I were to adopt a child who needed the expensive special medicine that Amy needed to take, it would be covered by my insurance.

Epilogue:

Lucille and I got married two weeks later. Our friends were all surprised that an old bachelor like me and an old spinster like Lucille would finally get married. Some thought that it might be just a marriage of convenience for companionship.

But I think that the way the two of us gazed into each other's eyes and smiled at each other soon make them see that they were mistaken. We were indeed in love and when we were together, she was my Lucy and I was her Bobby.

Shortly after we got married, Lucille and I adopted little Amy. She was thrilled to have a real mommy and daddy of her own. Our home is filled with love. We attend church regularly together too. After our encounter with my fairy godfather Elton, I realized that demons are for real. It follows that God is for real too, and we want to be right with Him.

People in the community think our family is as solid as any good Christian family could be. I believe we are, but I hope that the Lord will make allowances for us. Little Amy shares our big, king-size bed with us and she is getting a sex education like no other little girl in the land.

Heather comes by once in awhile too, and sometimes she stays over with her new friend Amy and spends the night with us. It is truly a wonderful life.

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