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Brad's Chronicles (MF, Mg, MFg, inc, ws, rape, rom)



FIRST things first I guess. This is an erotic story written for the 
enjoyment of consenting adults. If you are not consenting don't read it 
(now that made a lot of sense). If you are not an adult don't read it. 
This story contains pedophilia and incest. If this offends you or 
violates your personal moral code DON'T READ IT.

SECOND: While I have the soapbox I want to say something about the 
nature of fantasy. That is what this story is FANTASY. I do not condone 
or agree with the activities portrayed in this story. Anyone in real 
life who harms a child deserves to be castrated then shot. That said, 
what is harm? Is a consenting, loving, sexual relationship between a 
child and an adult harmful? If done with care it is not physically 
harmful but there are other kinds of harm. Is it emotionally harmful? 
Perhaps, perhaps not, in actuality it probably varies case by case. 
Children don't have labels, there is no tag that says 'I can handle 
sex'. So for that reason alone caring adults should not consider a 
sexual relationship with a child (uncaring adults are going to do as 
they damn well please).

THIRD: Now I wish to speak on incest. I have no problem on a moral level 
with incest. I even consider the idea erotic (go figure) on an abstract 
level. I only have problems with incest is when it involves an adult and 
a child. The adult whether he/she be a parent or uncle/aunt or whatever 
is in a position of authority over the child. That brings in the 
possibility of coercion. Even if this is not intended there will be an 
element of it there just because of the authority position. Most 
children want to please their parents. A child that is subject to sexual 
advances by a parent may acquiesce even if this is not something they 
wish to do. I would have the same problem if the adult were a teacher or 
a principle. Other than that I have no problems with incest. If a 
brother and sister want to play around under the sheets, as long as 
certain precautions are taken, more power to them.

LAST: I want to speak on the nature of eroticism. This is in two parts, 
the first ties in with the nature of fantasy above. I find many things 
erotic in literature, these include, pedophilia, incest, bestiality, 
torture, rape, water sports etc... Very few of these things would I find 
erotic if I was a participant. Let me state that again, not only would I 
not do them (for moral reasons) but the thought of actually doing them 
turns me off like a light. Curious, I enjoy reading about them but the 
thought of doing them is repellant.

Now for the second part, I have for many years read erotic stories, 
starting with filched copies of Penthouse Letters as a teenager then 
downloading them from BBS's and finally the internet. I have found many, 
many erotic stories that I have enjoyed immensely. I have also found a 
great deal of duds. To be erotic a story needs several things. It has to 
be believable both in the setting and the actions/reactions of the 
participants. A story where a child walks into a pool hall, raises her 
dress and takes on everybody in the place would not be erotic for me no 
matter how hot the sex, because I would not believe it. A story has to 
be descriptive. Adjectives and adverbs are important. Don't tell me that 
Jane dropped to her knees and fucked the dog. Tell me what she feels, 
what she says, how she moves. Don't tell me a child is cute. Describe 
her, what is her skin tone, what color are her eyes, her hair? How soft 
is her skin? What is she thinking?

My bike jolted as I took a shortcut across the railroad tracks and 
veered back onto the bike path. This was a pleasant area. Older homes 
and apartments, some ran down but not trashy or junky. The people were 
good too. The average income wasn't high but these were decent 
hardworking people, not trash or dug dealers.

I'd just moved into the city of Oakland a suburb of Pittsburgh a few 
months before and was still getting to know the area. Nine years of 
nowhere jobs and night classes were finally paying off. With the ink 
still wet on my degree I landed a job with a chemical company in the old 
steel town.

I'd loaded my battered old Justy wagon with some trepidation. My idea of 
Pittsburgh was a noisy, polluted, crass sort of place. I'd been 
pleasantly surprised to be surprised. The city was noisy, but it was the 
bustle of happy people, not the clamor of trip hammers. Most of the 
neanderthal era steel mills were gone. The smoky stacks had been 
dynamited one by one. The mills that were left were clean, efficient and 
modern. They'd been joined by a plethora of other high tech industries.

These had in turn brought in a younger, gayer crowd. The gray streets 
I'd imagined had taken on color and parks, museums and bike paths had 
sprouted. It was a whole lot like Seattle, only without the rain.

The bike path entered a wooded section. I pumped harder, working up a 
sweat. I was only a mile or so from home and could already taste the beer.

I slowed as I approached my neighborhood, cooling down and enjoying the 
fine spring air. The houses here were mainly duplexes, with the odd 
single family home wedged between on postage stamp lots. As a Chemical 
Engineer, even a newly frocked one, I could have afforded better. After 
years of hand to mouth living though the idea of having disposable cash 
was attractive. I'd decided not to spend all of my money on a fancy 
house or upscale apartment. I had no one to impress and my needs were 
actually quite modest. I still had that clapped out old Justy too.

A block from my place a group of ragtag children stood in a circle. As I 
got closer I could tell a lone girl stood at the center of that ring. 
She was 8 maybe 9 and heavy for her age. Oddly the extra weight added 
definition to her thighs and butt, giving them a shape beyond her years. 
Only a puffy face and a slight protruding belly went into the negative 
column. Right now quite a bit of that shape was on display at least in 
the lower quadrant. All of the children were in shorts or swimwear and 
this girl was wearing a faded one piece in a flower print that was at 
least two sizes too small. It pulled high on her thighs and left a lot 
of smooth white buttocks exposed.

At the moment the child's fat chin was quivering as she tried to hold 
back her tears. In the cruel manner of children the ring was taunting her.

"Fatty Patty", a toe headed boy crowed.

"Big butt cow!" another chimed in.

"We don't want you to swim with us Patricia. We might catch sumthin'", 
this from a sweet looking little girl of maybe 7.

"She splashes all the water out anyway."

"Yeah and she's got boogers."

"And a beer gut. My dad says she looks like she swallowed a watermelon."

The target of the abuse twisted this way and that to face her 
tormenters. The tears glistened in her eyes but she stoically held them 
back.

The squeal of my brakes brought the festivities to a halt. As one the 
mass of children swiveled to face me.

"I think that's enough."

Caught by an adult the little torture circle looked abashed for a 
moment. Then the same boy who had made the 'Fatty Patty' taunt spoke up.

"We don't got to listen to you."

I gave him my best hard stare. Several years of life guarding for the 
YMCA had given me a good hard stare.

"No you don't. But I'm sure you're parents will when I tell them what I 
saw this afternoon."

Most of the group looked scared at that but toe head wasn't willing to 
concede yet.

"Yeah well you don't know our parents."

"That's true but I don't have anything to do this afternoon. When do you 
have to be home son? I'll just sit right here and wait for somebody to 
call you to supper."

The boy bit his lip and looked sullen. "I'll have my dad call the 
police. I'll say you were following me."

"Yeah", another voice piped up, "They put guys that follow kids in jail."

I smiled and pulled out my celphone. "Now that's a real fine idea. Why 
don't I just call the police right now. I'm sure they can find out who 
your parents are and that way I don't have to hang around."

I raised the phone and started to dial, that was the last straw. Like a 
dam breaking the children began to drift away in ones and twos. Toe head 
wasn't the first but he wasn't the last either. In less than a minute me 
and Patricia stood alone.

I looked down at the chubby girl. Damn from this close I could see that 
her thin, worn out bathing suit was pulled tight up against her fat, 
bald little cunt. The material had actually crept between the plump 
little lips. Her pre-teen pussy was almost as plain as if she were 
naked. I willed my dick down and fought my gaze up to her eyes, hoping 
she hadn't noticed where my attention had been. "Are you ok."

She was blinking rapidly, the tears so long restrained began to flow.

Without thought I dropped the kickstand and swung off the bike. I pulled 
the child into a hug, she quivered against me. "There, there it's okay 
honey."

"I'm ugly and fat," she sniffed. "Just like they said."

I pushed her back and looked at her. "You're not ugly honey. I think 
you're very pretty. You are a little overweight but that doesn't make 
you ugly."

"You're just saying that."

I tilted her chin up so she met my gaze. "No I'm not. I think you're 
pretty and sexy."

She brightened immediately, "You think I'm sexy?"

I smiled and kicked myself in the ass. Now why the fuck had I said that. 
If you do want to get in trouble in puritanical America just tell a 
child she's sexy. It's the Salem witch trials all over again.

"Where do you live honey, I'll walk you home." Nice save.

Patricia bubbled on about inane kids stuff as we walked the half block 
to her house. At her driveway I gave her an affectionate pat on the head 
and then rode off. The girl rapidly dwindling in my mind till she was 
nothing but another potential whack-off fantasy.

I have plenty of those, at twenty-seven I am single and not dating. It's 
not that I don't want feminine companionship, I do want it, badly. I'm 
not ugly, plain maybe but not ugly. I'm not buff, not like the muscle 
hounds that do all the health club commercials but I'm not out of shape 
either. I bike daily and watch my diet, which is enough to keep me trim.

I've seen women look at me, and I think I've seen interest and that 
brings us to the crux of the problem. I don't know how to talk to women. 
They terrify and fascinate me. I've been that way since I first knew 
what a girl was for. I never had a date in high school or college, never 
went to a dance. I couldn't and can't talk to women. I'll lay my plans, 
rehearse my spiel, polish my technique and when its time for the rubber 
to hit the road I freeze, every time.

I'm not a virgin but my few unsatisfying sexual encounters have been 
either with prostitutes or women I've picked up in a bar when I was 
drunk enough to suppress the terror of actually talking to a woman.

I bumped into my yard and dismounted. After unlocking the front door I 
rolled the bike inside and hung it on the wall. A shower and a beer had 
me feeling human again, I grabbed another brew and booted up my computer.

Over the years since puberty my awkwardness around the opposite sex had 
insured that my right hand and porn had become my best friends. At first 
the porn was fairly tame, in my early teen years a flash of nipple from 
a contraband Penthouse was enough to give me a boner like a bar of iron. 
As I grew older I grew jaded. Nudity no longer cut it, no matter how 
attractive the women. Likewise for straight sex, a couple screwing on a 
bed to a canned orgasm was a real snore.

Luckily I had discovered the internet and its almost limitless supply of 
perversion, watersports, bdsm, bestiality and finally pedophilia had 
been added to my growing collection.

It was the latter that was my favorite though sadly it was also 
devilishly hard to find. I'd seen ads for kiddy videos from offshore web 
sites but always chickened put, the image of an FBI sting drifting 
before my eyes.

I switched the computer over to the correct directory and pulled out my 
cock. I had hundreds of stills and about two hours of video, most well 
watched. As the first grainy movie began to play I began to stroke. As 
the eight-year old moppet's head began to bounce up and down on a hairy 
cock my mind painted Patricia's puffy features and plump figure into the 
scene. I came hard and quick.

I worked late most of the next week and it was Thursday before I could 
get my bike out for a spin. I took a bruising bash through the woods 
then after lunching at a little vegetarian place that catered to the 
mountain bike crowd, headed home.

It was dusk before I approached my neighborhood. Hoping for another 
glimpse of Patricia I turned down her street.

I wasn't disappointed. She was sitting on her front stoop, pudgy chin 
resting in one hand, looking bored. She perked up when she saw me and 
hopped to her feet. She was wearing a short skirt that showed a lot of 
curvy white thigh. As she ran down the walk the light breeze picked it 
up and shot me a glimpse of white cotton little-girl panties.

I stopped the bike and smiled. She came up and we chatted a bit. When I 
told her how pretty she looked she beamed, dimples showing in her fat 
cheeks. She then did a pirouette that sent her skirt flying and left me 
with an image of that bubble butt snugly encased in cotton. As I made my 
good-byes and headed home my dick throbbed like a railroad spike.

It became a ritual over the next several weeks for me to stop on her 
street after my ride. Patricia was always waiting and always happy to 
see me. We would chat, sometimes for only a few minutes, once for half 
an hour. I made it a point to compliment her on her appearance each time.

It was a Saturday, three weeks after our first meeting when I squealed 
to a stop before her house. Patricia hopped joyfully to her feet. To my 
delight she wore a thin pair of cotton shorts, so short that they cut 
across just below her crotch and left a good portion of butt cheek 
exposed and thin enough to plainly make out the outline of her bald 
twat. I saw no panty lines.

She had taken perhaps three steps toward me when a muffled voice from 
inside the house stopped her. She shot me a soulful, cow eyed look then 
turned and entered the house. Hardly had the screen door banged shut 
behind her when a woman emerged and headed down the walk toward me. 'Oh 
shit' I thought.

The woman was in her late twenties with bleach bottle blond hair going 
to black at the roots. Like her daughter she was overweight, at least a 
hundred pounds. She wasn't gross with it though, managing to become more 
curvy rather than bulging. With her big tits and wide hips she exuded an 
air of sultry sluttiness as she sashayed toward me. An effect emphasized 
by her tight jeans and studs in her nose and lip.

She smiled as she approached, easing my anxiety somewhat. She had a stud 
in her tongue as well. She thrust out her hand. "I'm Lucy."

I took the offered hand and introduced myself.

"I wanted to thank you for taking the time to talk to Pat. We haven't 
been here that long and she doesn't have very many friends." She paused 
for a moment, appraising me. "She told me what you did to the group of 
kids picking on her."

I looked down at the ground then back up. I shrugged. "I don't like 
seeing anyone tormented."

She nodded and gave me a frank wide eyed stare. Her face was very cute, 
like her daughters. "She says you told her she was pretty."

I mumbled something about self esteem that seemed to satisfy her, then 
she dropped the bomb.

"She said you also told her she was sexy."

'Oh shit!'. My face colored. How to play this? Act affronted, deny 
saying it and ride off, never to come back? Laugh it off as a joke? Roll 
into a ball and whimper? I forced myself to meet her gaze. "I shouldn't 
have said that. I apologize. It wasn't an appropriate thing to say to a 
girl her age but it slipped out."

My relief was palpable when Lucy grinned wider, displaying even, white 
teeth. "No harm done. I just wanted to make sure she wasn't telling me 
tales." She bit her lip and then looked me up and down. "Pat really 
likes you and I do want to thank you for taking the time for her. Why 
don't you drop by for supper this evening say around six." Her face was 
slightly apprehensive now, an overweight if pretty woman who was used to 
being turned down.

I nodded. "I'd love too. Thank you."

Her smile lit the neighborhood.

I rode home on cloud nine. Hardly was I in the door before my cock was 
out. I didn't need porn this time. I dropped to the couch and whacked 
furiously, images of Patricia and her sexy mom playing before my eyes.

The day seemed to drag. I did some laundry and puttered around the house 
but couldn't keep my mind on anything. At four-thirty I showered and 
dressed then coaxed the old Justy down to the local super-mart.

I didn't know much about dinner dates and I knew less about wine but I 
did know that a gentleman traditionally brought wine to a dinner date. 
Thus I perused the wine isle for twenty minutes before finally buying a 
Merlot with a fancy label and a price tag to match.

I dropped the car at the house and then walked the block to Patricia and 
her mom's place. I was ten minutes early when I rang the bell.

Patricia answered in a frilly pink, little-girl dress that barely 
covered her butt. Her hair had been washed and styled with goldilox 
style tubular braids. A pair of pink ribbons matched her dress. She 
smiled up at me causing her dimples to emerge from her plump cheeks.

She turned, showing just a glimpse of tightly stretched panty and led me 
into the small house. The living room was clean but cluttered. Women's 
magazines were heaped on a scuffed coffee table. An old but comfortable 
looking couch faced a large television in a modish black lacquer 
entertainment center. Mismatched end tables held lots of cheap pewter 
sculptures, the kind where crystal is included somewhere. Unicorns and 
mythical mages seemed to predominate.

As soon as I stepped through the door the smell of tomato sauce and 
spices wafted to my nose. I hadn't eaten since breakfast and despite my 
apprehension my mouth began to water. It smelled good, very good.

Patricia led me to the couch then dropped down beside me with all the 
grace of a sack of potatoes. The move caused her short skirt to ride up, 
leaving her cotton covered cunny exposed. I must have stared overly long 
because when I looked up Patricia colored and pulled her dress down. 
Shit, my dick was getting hard.

Lucy stepped from the kitchen and took my breath away. If her daughter 
was cute in her outfit Lucy looked like a wet dream. She was wearing a 
tight, black knit dress that displayed all of her ample curves. It came 
to mid thigh but had a slit on each side nearly to her hip. The neckline 
plunged, showing a delightful acreage of cleavage.

She pretended shock at my open mouthed stare (I'd had little experience 
with women dressing sexily just for me) then smiled. She did a 360 and 
stopped facing me.

"You like?"

I nodded, my mouth still hanging open.

She giggled and scooped up the wine before heading back to the kitchen. 
"Dinner will be a little while. Patty can entertain you while I finish 
up." She seemed to throw an extra wiggle into those wide curvy hips as 
she vanished from sight.

We sat awkwardly for a moment then Patricia jumped up and ran down the 
hall that connected to one side of the living room. Her round little 
bottom jiggled under the fluttering hem of her short skirt. Before I 
could wonder much at her absence she was back with several books. She 
dropped down and snuggled up beside me.

The books were all teen romance type stuff. Pretty advanced for her age. 
A few were worn hardbacks but most were the cheaper all paper variety. 
Many had been signed by the authors which is what she wished to show me.

As we sat going through her treasures my hand naturally slipped around 
her waist. The combination of her leaning closer to point out this or 
that combined with truly enthusiastic wiggling caused my hand to slip 
lower by increments till it rested on the outward curve of her hip, 
directly atop the frilly lace of her skirt. In truth I didn't fight it 
much though I did keep one nervous eye on the kitchen door.

A book, precariously balanced on one of my thighs, began to slide toward 
the floor and the bubbly pre-teen lunged across me to grab it. When she 
did her dress rode up under my palm. Suddenly I had a handful of warm, 
round eight-year-old butt. It was soft and silky and only a thin layer 
of threadbare cotton separated it from my now sweaty palm.

Patricia definitely noticed the contact because she stopped in mid-word 
and stared at me owlishly. Inwardly cringing I awaited the scolding 
recrimination but after a moment the chubby little girl merely smiled 
and smoothed her skirt down over my hand. She picked up her monologue 
where she had left off without a hitch.

Fuck, she didn't mind me feeling her up. This was heady stuff. I cast a 
nervous eye on the kitchen door then began to concentrate on the 
wonderful, sexy ass that rested in the palm of my hand.

I kept still at first, then slowly, tentatively began to caress that 
young flesh. Damn, her butt was fine. I was glad for the heap of books 
in my lap. They hid a raging boner. I began to kneed that hot, fat 
little bottom, my hand creeping lower till my fingertips encountered her 
humid cleft. I pressed, pushing my fingers and the thin cotton of her 
panties into her crack.

Patricia was aware of my advances, several times her voice faltered as 
my explorations proceeded but she made no protest.

I brought my other hand up and rested it on her thigh just below her 
skirt. I let it rest a moment then began to massage and caress as I 
crept closer to her crotch. I paused for half a minute when I 
encountered the hem of her little girl dress then cautiously ventured 
beneath it. I kept on, making love to her inner thighs with my hand till 
one questing finger encountered the cotton encasing her girlhood.

I lightly traced the fat lips of her bald cunny through its fabric 
prison. It was like a small butt, smooth and round. Her slit was tightly 
sealed, the lips of her baby twat coming tightly together to protect 
their treasure.

Patricia stopped talking and leaned back against my chest. Her face was 
flushed and her breathing heavy.

My finger began to slide up and down her gooey groove, it might have 
been my imagination but I thought I felt just the hint of moisture.

A noise startled both of us. I had just enough time to jerk my hand from 
beneath Pat's frilly dress before the curvy form of her mother appeared 
in the doorway. Patricia started as well, sitting up so suddenly that a 
cascade of books slid to the floor.

Lucy stood with one hip out thrust and surveyed the situation, 
Patricia's flushed features, her labored breathing, and my hand still 
cupping her plump little butt.

I cringed, awaiting condemnation and outrage but Lucy merely smiled, 
"Dinner is ready."

The food tasted as good as it smelled, it was a tangy pasta with some 
kind of lemon garnish that added a lot. I had trouble concentrating on 
the meal however, at least the first part of it. Had Lucy not noticed my 
hand under her daughter's dress? As the conversation rolled on with no 
trace of recrimination I began to relax, she must not have noticed.

After clearing away the dishes we adjourned to the living room and began 
to demolish the wine. Even Patricia was allowed a small glass or two. 
Soon she was nodding and Lucy sent her off to bed.

Me and my sexy hostess were both a little tipsy when the bottom of the 
bottle finally appeared. She grinned, hopped up (this action itself 
causing that slit to do amazing things) and vanished into the kitchen. 
She returned in less than a minute with two tumblers, a sliced lemon and 
a bottle of tequila. The evening was officially going downhill.

We were on the couch a short while later chatting about inanities. With 
the first warmth of the liquor flowing through my veins I slid my arm 
around her. She smiled and leaned closer. In less than a minute our lips 
met.

It was tentative at first but soon we were both sucking face hungrily. 
She moaned into my mouth as our tongues dueled in that no-man's-land 
between our teeth. My hands slid up and around her ample back. The soft 
knit of her dress slid smoothly across the even softer warmth of her 
skin. I caressed her back a moment, my hands gliding from her shoulder 
blades to the knobby projections of her spine. One hand slid lower till 
it encountered the outward curve of her ass.

We backed off after a minute or so of solid lip-lock and stared into 
each other's eyes. After a moment I leaned forward and kissed her cute 
nose. I bussed her briefly on her bee-stung lips then dropped down to 
kiss and then lick the hollow of her throat. I might not have known how 
to talk to women but my body knew what to do when I caught one. I was on 
autopilot. Lucy moaned when I shoved my face into her cleavage.

I mouthed and sucked the upper slope of her breasts before sending my 
tongue on a recon mission between them. With my teeth I pulled on the 
fabric of her dress till a nipple popped free. I fastened my mouth to it 
and sucked as it hardened in my mouth.

She moaned and pushed forward, trying to shove more tit into my mouth. 
The force overbalanced me and I fell backward onto the sofa pulling her 
atop me. Her weight was nothing more than a comfortable softness and I 
kept sucking those sexy tits. My hands slid down till they encountered 
the soft flesh of her thighs and then slid back up across her round ass. 
I slid them down till they encountered the slits in the fabric and 
massaged the soft skin exposed there. Slowly I slid under the slits and 
upward, tunneling beneath the flap of fabric covering her ass. She wore 
nothing beneath the dress and the feel of hot, sexy butt made my cock lunge.

I switched tits and sucked some more. Her breasts were soft, warm 
pillows on my face, the nipples hard little nubbins that provided a 
feast for tongue and gently nipping teeth.

After a while I pulled on that big, sexy butt. Lucy got the message and 
sat up astride me. She eased forward till her thighs were either side of 
my ears and her sexy muff was suspended over my face. I pushed the soft 
fabric of her dress aside and got my first look at her twat. The outer 
lips were puffy and round, her inner labia barely protruded at all. A 
light dew of arousal glistened in her slit. The whole was baby butt bald.

I gave a tug and pulled her cunt to my face. Her smell was musky and 
strong, not unpleasant just earthy and primal. I kissed each smooth, fat 
lip before trying to suck the whole into my mouth. I sent my tongue out 
and found her throbbing clit. I beat it up a little then ventured into 
her slit. Fuck she tasted good. I detected just a hint of cherry douche, 
a fine touch that. She'd prepared for sex.

I'd intended to eat her to orgasm, I've been told by some of the few 
women I've slept with that I'm better with my tongue than my cock, but 
Lucy wasn't playing that game. I'd just gotten started good when her 
twat pulled off my tongue with a sucking sensation. She knelt, 
straddling me, for a second then swung off to stand beside the couch. 
Our eyes' met for a smoldering moment then she licked her lips and 
attacked my zipper.

My belt landed somewhere in the middle of the floor then my pants and 
briefs were tugged past my knees. My cock flopped free. I'm not overly 
endowed but have an honest six inches with a respectable girth. Lucy 
smiled like a lioness then bent over and swallowed me in a gulp.

I groaned and arched my back as my prick slid down her silky throat. She 
held me deep for a second then rose up till only the head was in her 
mouth. Her stud rasped enticingly over the sensitive helmet as she 
lapped at the dick in her mouth. A few seconds of this and it was down 
the hatch again.

I reached put to stroke her hair as she bobbed up and down. Shit, she 
was good. I knew I wasn't going to last long in that hot mouth. When she 
took me all the way in again and then began to swallow around my prick 
while her stud rasped across my balls I thought the jig was up.

Abruptly her mouth came off my cock. She straightened, took two steps 
and straddled the arm of the couch with her big butt facing outward. She 
swept her dress aside with one hand and then turned to stare at me. Her 
tongue lathed her lips in anticipation.

It was an invitation I had no wish to ignore. I stood and shucked my 
pants and briefs then stepped up behind her. Fuck, that ass was 
beautiful. I gently stroked it then nudged my cock up and down her crack 
before dropping down to the target. Her bald mound was a swamp. Lube now 
slicked the inside of her thighs.

A shock went through us both as my prick touched her twat for the first 
time. I ran the head up and down her sexy bareness till her juices 
dripped from my balls then nudged her petals open. I'd intended to ease 
inside slowly, savoring the first penetration but I was not the master 
of events. As soon as Lucy felt my cock nudge inside that sexy butt 
lunged backwards. We both groaned as I slid in balls deep.

I stayed there a moment, leaning forward to kiss her neck and lick at 
one dainty ear. My hands slid around to hold those big tits. I began to 
nibble at her earlobe as I withdrew and sunk in again. She moaned and 
threw her head back. My mouth followed the line of her jaw then our lips 
met in a deep soul kiss as the fucking commenced.

We were both too turned on for subtlety and were soon rutting like a 
pair of mongrels. She was a bitch in heat and I was a stiff cock without 
a thought in my head but to dump my nut. I released her tits and dropped 
down to grip her around the waist. Our flesh slapped together faster and 
faster as we fucked like bunnies. Her big butt jiggled wonderfully as my 
stomach slapped into it at the bottom of each stroke.

Lucy threw back her head and howled as she came for the first time. I 
was close and the clamping action of her spasming twat almost pushed me 
over the edge but I held on and kept screwing. My male ego was pleased 
that I'd gotten her off. I picked up the pace as she leaned her head 
back against my shoulder. Her mouth was open and inarticulate little 
sounds issue forth with each drive of my dick.

Her cries picked up as she neared her second orgasm. I was determined to 
join and speeded up yet again. Sweat stung my eyes as my dick became a 
blur. Lucy's smoldering cunt pulled and sucked.

The crescendo came quickly. She screamed her second cum and this time 
the clasping of her clenching pussy set me off. My bull roar joined her 
voice as I dumped her tight pussy full of steaming spunk.

Like a machine with the power cut, we ramped down slowly. I made another 
half dozen thrusts then rested against her, my softening dick still 
trapped in her velvet box.

Afterwards we cuddled on the couch. I nuzzled her cheek and kissed her 
cute nose before dropping down to suck gently at her bee-stung lips.

She smiled up at me, "Now that was a great fuck."

"It was pretty good for me too my lady. I hope we didn't wake Patricia"

"Really?" Here eyes' twinkled in mischief. "It wouldn't have turned you 
on to look up and see her standing in the doorway diddling her little 
cunny while she watched us rut? Did you mean it when you said she was sexy?"

I was still struggling for an answer to that when she slid from beneath 
me and stood, straightening her dress. She grinned down at me, "Come on."

Puzzled, I rose and padded after her. We went down the hall and paused 
at Pat's door. Lucky eased it open and stepped into the darkness. I 
hesitated a moment and followed. I didn't know where this ride was going 
but I had zero desire to get off.

Patricia was lying on her side and stomach, the sheet knotted around 
her. Enough of her was exposed to prove her sleeping attire consisted of 
only a pair of worn panties.

Lucy grinned at me then reached down to fist my cock. She released me 
and stepped around the bed. Gently she eased the sheet aside to expose 
her daughter's panty covered bottom. She began to stroke that fat little 
butt then looked up at me. "C'mon over and have a feel. You seemed to 
enjoy it earlier."

Shit, she had noticed where my hand had been. Like a robot I stepped 
around to stand beside her.

"Don't worry, she sleeps like a log."

Together our hand's molested Pat's bubble butt for a moment then Lucy 
knelt beside the bed. The cotton, little girl panties were old and 
threadbare in several places. Lucy's nails found one of them and there 
was a ripping sound as she tore open her daughter's panties. She pulled 
again, tearing till only the elastic waist and leg bands remained amid 
tattered fragments. Pat's smooth, white, eight-year-old ass was bare to 
our gaze.

Lucy grinned up at me then dipped down to kiss her daughter's butt. My 
cock lurched. Fuck! She planted several kisses then licked the length of 
that juvenile crack.

Her hand found mine and she gave a tug. I sank to my knees alongside 
her. She planted several more kisses on her daughter's ass then leaned 
aside and looked at me with a smoldering grin.

I leaned down and brought my lips to that butt I had been fantasizing 
about for the last month. The flesh was soft and oh so smooth. I trailed 
my lips across the roundness and then down into her crack before moving 
up and over the other cheek I retraced my path planting kisses as I went 
then let my tongue out for a taste.

Lucy pulled gently on Pat's legs, scissoring them open. Suddenly her 
bald little cunny popped into view between her chubby thighs. Lucy 
nuzzled my ear and whispered huskily, "Lick her pussy. Lick her little 
baby pussy."

Fuck me I did. Under her mother's hot gaze I traced Pat's fat little 
lips with my tongue. Her twat looked like a small butt, with no trace of 
clitoris or inner lips. I soaked the smoothness with spit, several times 
pausing to pry the lips open with the tip on my tongue but always 
stopping at just a taste of the spices within.

Lucy's head pushed mine aside and she began to eat her daughter's pussy. 
Her tongue fluttered across the lips before pushing in between and 
penetrating to a good depth. Fuck! She was licking her daughter's hymen.

She pulled out and used her hands to spread Pat's soft ass cheeks. Lucy 
stared for a moment then grinned at me. "She's got a pretty asshole."

Before I could respond her head went down again. She kissed all around 
her daughter's lower opening then began to spiral in with her tongue. 
For thirty seconds she rimmed that little pink hole then stiffened her 
tongue and pushed into her sleeping daughter's ass. Once, twice, three 
times she pushed her muscular tongue into that sexy little butthole. The 
last time she went deeper, forcing the broader part of her tongue past 
that little sphincter.

Pat groaned and stirred in her sleep. Reluctantly her mother withdrew. 
She planted a last kiss on her daughter's chubby bottom and then pulled 
the sheet back over her charms. She stood and took me by the hand 
tugging me toward the hall. "This time I want it up my ass!"

Pat seemed delighted to see me at the breakfast table the next morning. 
She gave me a quick hug then settled down to shovel scrambled eggs into 
her mouth. Between mouthfuls she spoke, "Mom, I need some more panties. 
Mine are wearing out." Lucy was at the stove. She kept her head down, 
"Okay dear, we'll see about it."

We had fucked into the small hours, Lucy and I. I awoke with aching 
balls, head, and conscience. I couldn't tell how Lucy felt about what we 
had done the night before but she had spoken very little since we awoke 
so I figured about the same.

I excused myself after breakfast and set out for home. I hoped to see 
Lucy again but figured the guilt of what we'd done under alcoholic 
influence would come between us. I'd probably never hear from her again. 
I chalked it up as one hell of a one night stand as I unlocked the door 
to the house.

I slept some more then puttered around the house doing nothing much. I 
was settling in to watch a late afternoon movie when the phone rang.

I answered with ill grace. I figured it was a damn solicitor. I hate 
those bastards with a passion normally reserved for lawyers and liberal 
supreme court justices.

"Hello!", I growled.

"Well nice to hear from you too." It was Lucy.

I quickly apologized, explaining myself.

"I guess I'll forgive you this time. Look I've got something to ask you 
would it be alright if I dropped by for a minute?"

I said it would and gave her directions. I pondered for a moment then 
began to make an effort to clean up the mess that is my homes normal 
state. It was a hopeless task. All I'd managed to do when the doorbell 
rang was to get the dirty underwear out of sight. What can I say. I'm a 
bachelor.

Lucy was wearing jeans and a tee. They looked like they'd been sprayed 
on and showed her ample curves to delightful protection.

I cringed as she surveyed the disaster that was my living room but 
relaxed somewhat when she turned back to me with a smile. "I've got a 
proposition for you that might help us both out."

It turned out that she'd been offered a better shift at work. She was a 
waitress. The problem was Patricia. The new shift would be night and 
evening work. She was working days now while Pat attended a day camp 
sponsored by the city. The new shift meant more money but the day camp 
shut down at five. Her proposal was having Pat stay with me in the 
evenings. I wasn't to think of it as baby sitting, more like having an 
evening maid. Pat was an accomplished house cleaner she said. She went 
on that I might even consider giving the girl 10-20 dollars a week for 
spending money if she did a good job.

We kicked it around a bit with me finally agreeing to a weeks trial. 
What can I say I'm easy. The thought of seeing that sexy little pre-teen 
more probably had a bearing as well. Lucy grinned and gave me a quick 
kiss then she was gone.

I worked late the next day, having completely forgotten about the 
agreement so I was surprised when the Justy wheezed into the driveway to 
see Patricia sitting on my stoop. Shit, I kicked myself in the butt for 
forgetting. Gonna have to talk to the boss. I got out of the car and 
went to apologize to my new housekeeper.

She stood as I approached. She was wearing a knee length raincoat which 
I thought odd since no rain threatened. I shrugged it off and let her 
in, following her through the door.

I dropped my keys and briefcase on the coffee table then headed for the 
kitchen, asking over my shoulder what she wanted to eat. When I didn't 
get a response I turned to ask again and stopped in my tracks.

Patricia stood in the center of the room, surveying my mess with a near 
awe look on her face. That wasn't what grabbed my attention though. 
She'd removed the raincoat and draped it over a chair. Underneath it she 
wore only a ridiculously tiny French-maid outfit. The tiny skirt barely 
covered her twat and left the lower cheeks exposed when she was standing 
still. Any movement bared her plump cotton encased cunny and did 
delightful things to the rear view as well.

Pat noticed my stare and smiled, her dimples winked cutely. "You like my 
outfit?" She pirouetted, giving me a fantastic look at her charms. 
"Mommy said this is what maids wear. She made it for me."

I tucked my tongue in, picked up my jaw and nodded. "You look very 
pretty in it."

She practically beamed.

Lucy hadn't lied about her daughter's cleaning abilities. The child set 
right to work. At first she was constantly asking where everything went 
but after a while she got a feel for my storage habits, when I store 
that is, and began to deduce on her own.

I tried to work some on the computer but the sight of pat constantly 
bending and twisting in that skirt was too much distraction. Twice 
during the evening I had to go to the bathroom and jerk off.

It was a little after eleven when Lucy finally rang the bell to collect 
her daughter. As Pat slipped past her out the door Lucy looked at me 
with a grin. "So how did the first evening go?"

I looked to make sure Patricia's, again raincoat clad, back was to me 
then pulled Lucy in for a quick, passionate kiss. She looked surprised 
but not offended. As she turned to go she said, "By the way. I'm 
expecting a reciprocation on my dinner invite."

The next several days were damned interesting. I started coming in 
earlier so I could be home by the time Pat arrived. By Wednesday she had 
worked a miracle on my house. Surfaces that had once groaned under 
several months worth of junk mail and other debris now glistened under a 
fresh coat of pledge. Bits and pieces of various projects were now 
boxed, organized and neatly packed on the shelves of my closets. The 
floors had been swept and mopped.

Seeing the house cleaned up reminded me just how shabby my furnishings 
were. Most had been purchased in thrift shops as quick expedients when I 
moved in. In the press of work replacements had quickly been forgotten. 
Now I started thinking about maybe getting some new stuff.

Of course a clean house wasn't the only result of the three days. I damn 
near wore out my dick whacking off. Patricia's chubby ass and bald twat 
peeking out beneath that tiny skirt had me in a state of near constant 
arousal.

I had a surprise when Pat showed up on Thursday. She doffed her raincoat 
and did a little spin. In place of the cotton little girl panties she 
normally wore were a pair of black lace bikini panties. They weren't 
quite a thong but with only a pouch for her fat little twat in front and 
a high cut that left a good portion of creamy cheek exposed in the rear 
they didn't miss that category by far either.

She was so proud of them. Standing in front of me she held her skirt up 
to let me get a good front view then turned around and did the same with 
the rear. She looked at me over her shoulder. "Aren't they pretty? Mommy 
bought them for me."

I gulped and smiled at her. "Very pretty honey. And you look pretty and 
sexy in them."

It was only the second time I had told her she was sexy. She beamed.

There was very little for her to do now. She swept and mopped the floors 
again then washed up the few dirty dishes. She then came back into the 
living room where I was channel surfing and asked what else needed doing.

I laughed and told her to have a seat. She dropped down beside then 
snuggled in close. I leaned over and kissed the top of her head and when 
she looked up I gave her an innocent bus on the lips.

I found a movie we both liked and we settled in. I slid my right arm 
around her chubby frame and pulled her in close. Soon my hand was 
wandering. She sighed as I caressed her thigh. Slowly I moved higher 
till I encountered that tiny skirt. I paused there a moment then 
wandered beneath. When I came to her tiny panties I caressed the soft 
lace for a moment then slid down to massage the inside of her thigh just 
a fingers width from her silk covered pussy.

I sensed her look up at me but I kept my eyes on the TV. After a moment 
her gaze returned to the screen. She shifted a little then her legs 
parted slightly to give me better access.

I transferred my fingertips to the opposite side and caressed the soft 
flesh of her inner thigh. I withdrew after a moment and traced her panty 
line till I was sliding down the soft flesh of her big round little-girl 
butt. Working slowly I eased my fingers between the upholstery and that 
soft, sexy ass.

I wanted better access so I leaned down and gave her a kiss on the cheek 
then slid both hands around her and lifted her onto my lap. Now both 
hands could get into the act. As my right hand continued to massage and 
caress her butt my left rubbed her thighs for a moment before sliding 
beneath her skirt.

She was at ease and made no complaint. As fingers again began to dance 
in her crotch she leaned back against my chest. Her hair just brushed my 
chin.

I rubbed both thighs then eased a finger out onto the puffy sexiness of 
her silk covered twat. Another followed and I began to slowly rub her 
little pussy. Shit! She was sexy. My cock hardened and rose to press 
into the cleft of her buttocks.

After a time I started to concentrate on the sweet slit between those 
puffy lips. I rubbed up and down, slowly increasing the pressure till 
the lips parts slightly and finger and silk ventured slightly inside.

She was making soft whimpering noises and breathing hard. Her little 
butt shifted around my cock creating delightful sensations. My right 
hand was still caressing her right cheek right up to her panties. Now 
the fingers slid beneath her panties and quested across that soft 
roundness till I encountered her humid crack. She lifted slightly and I 
leaned back further, pulling her with me. I slid one finger up her crack 
till it slid into the tiny dimple of her bottom. She started as my 
finger slid across her anus but calmed down and when I kissed the top of 
her head.

She looked up at me and I dipped and kissed her cute nose. She giggled. 
As my fingers continued to molest the innocent child I kissed each of 
her eyelids. My lips met hers in a little closed mouth kiss then slid up 
her jaw line. I kissed her dainty earlobe then upward to kiss inside her 
ear. Slowly my tongue slid out and began to explore its intricate folds.

I could now feel definite moisture seeping between her little cunt lips. 
I speeded up my two finger massage of her cunny. A soft 'oh' escaped her 
lips as my right fingers again encountered her little asshole and began 
to massage and tease it.

I mouthed and tongued her ear as my fingers continued to play with her 
bottom and pussy. Patricia began to move, hunching her little pussy up 
and down on my fingers. Her little moans were coming faster and sharper 
now. I increased the pressure on her bald little twat and sped up again. .

Abruptly she lifted her butt completely off my lap and went rigid. Her 
mouth opened and a shriek that shook the windows issued forth. She was 
cuming, probably for the first time in her life, and cuming hard.

I kept my fingers at work for long seconds, holding her on that 
wonderful scary peak, then eased off and let her come down.

She collapsed bonelessly into my lap. I hugged her to me and showered 
her face with kisses, telling her what a sweet girl she was. When she 
had returned to Earth and finally opened her eyes I gave her final 
gentle kiss and told her to watch the movie while I took a shower.

In truth I did need a shower but there were more urgent matters to 
attend to. I closed the bathroom and stripped off as the water warmed 
up. I stepped into the tub and pulled the curtain closed behind me. I 
wet down my hair then dumped a dollop of shampoo into my hand. Most 
actually went into my hair but the remnants were used to lube up my iron 
hard dick. Groaning I took matters into my hand and was soon stroking 
for relief.

I was just getting up to speed when I felt a brief breeze and the shower 
curtain billowed. Someone had opened the bathroom door. There was only 
one someone here other than me. I had just enough time to turn my back 
to the curtain before a chubby little figure in a tiny French-maid 
costume slid it back.

"Maids are supposed to help people take baths too. I saw it in a movie." 
When I said nothing she leaned over and grabbed the soap and slowly 
began to lather up my back.

Being nearly caught had caused my cock to lose much of its stiffness but 
when she finished lathering my back and moved down onto my ass It came 
back quickly. She soaped up the muscular masses of my buttocks then I 
felt a small hand slide down onto my thigh. The hand slid between my 
legs and fingertips brushed my balls. The contact was tentative at first 
but she slowly grew bolder. In short order she was weighing my bag in 
one small hand. Gently she enfolded on testicle then the other. Behind 
my back I heard her giggle.

I fought a small war with myself then slowly turned to face her. Her 
beaming gaze met mine then her eyes strayed lower. They widened and she 
gave a little gasp as she took in my again rampant cock.

A hand came up then stopped. She looked up at me and at my slight nod 
reached out and touched the head of my prick. She jerked back at this 
first contact then with a giggle reached out and traced the length of 
it. I let her explore my cock and soon she was trying to get her hand 
around it. It wouldn't completely reach but she could grip it.

She held my dick for a moment. When it seemed she was going to do 
nothing else I gently covered her hand with my own and began to slowly 
masturbate with her hand. She colored and giggled again but she picked 
up the rhythm and when I removed my hand she continued to whack.

I groaned and surrendered to the child's handjob. She picked up on my 
groans and began to pick up the pace. Soon her little fist was flying up 
and down my prick. She stared at it, her tongue poking from one side of 
her mouth in concentration.

I felt my balls tighten and knew I was about to blow. Not wanting to cum 
on the child I pulled my prick from her gasp and turned toward the back 
of the tub. Two strokes and I was spraying a massive load all over the 
mildewed tile. Patricia stood and stared in fascination as my dick 
spewed spurt after scalding spurt.

When Lucy clicked up my walk we were both on the couch. Pat jumped up 
and met her mother at the door. The two embraced them the plump little 
girl pulled on her raincoat, shot me a grin and stepped past her mother 
into the darkness.

I stood and walked up to where Lucy grinned at me. "How did you like my 
little surprise?" She asked.

She yelped when I pulled her to me and crushed her mouth with mine. We 
kissed with fervent passion for long seconds then I yanked her fully 
into the house and pushed her over the arm of a recliner.

Her uniform slacks were beltless polyester. The type of sexless garment 
tailored to show nothing of the shape beneath it. In Lucy's case it was 
hopeless she just had too much shape to hide. I found the catch and 
opened her pants the nylon zipper rasped as it was nearly ripped open. A 
second later the pants were at her knees. She wore pantyhose beneath and 
these followed as quickly.

I was wearing only the white plush robe I'd donned after my shower and a 
pair of briefs. I swept the robe aside and dropped the briefs only far 
enough to free my dick. Without any preliminaries I lined up and sank 
balls deep into Lucy's bald sex. I grasped her hips and began to drill 
for oil, fucking with wild abandon.

Through the window I could see Patricia on the curb, waiting for her 
mother. Lucy moaned and wiggled against me as I picked up the pace. The 
slap, slap of our bodies was the only other sound.

Pat stomped one foot and turned to look impatiently at the house. I 
fucked faster, my dick a blur. I could feel Lucy's pussy spasming around 
my dick. Fuck lube was running down her thigh.

Patricia shook her head and started back toward the house. When she was 
halfway up the walk I felt Lucy's silky twat clutch at me in orgasm. She 
bit the backrest upholstery of the recliner to stifle her cries. Her 
clenching cunt set off my own cum and I blew her bald twat full of cum.

Lucy barely got her pants up before Patricia pulled open the screen 
door. "What are you guys doing in here?"

"Nothing hon, we're just talking. I'll be right behind you."

As Pat turned and trudged back toward the street Lucy pulled me into a 
clench so tight our teeth clicked audibly. She smiled as we separated. 
"I have to surprise you more often."

She did too. The next afternoon to be exact. When Patricia stepped 
through the door she seemed nervous and unsure of herself. I told her I 
had some cookies and milk and to hang up her raincoat and join me in the 
kitchen.

When she appeared in the tiny nook that passed for that area in my house 
she was walking very carefully and seemed even more nervous.

"Are you alright honey? Is anything wrong?"

She shook her head in negation and minced for a chair but I came around 
the table and stopped her. I took her little chin in my hand and raised 
her face to mine. "What is it?"

She said nothing but I had a hunch. I dropped to my knees and before she 
could protest lifted that tiny skirt. Bald twat stared at me. She was 
wearing no panties at all. My dick lurched as I looked up at Pat's 
fearful face.

"Oh honey that is so pretty. You look even sexier this way."

She brightened, "Really?"

"Really, really." I pushed her away gently. "Turn around."

She did, taking it on herself to raise her skirt so I could get a full 
view of her fat little butt.

"Oh Patricia you have such pretty butt."

She looked back over her shoulder at me, "Is it sexy?"

I leaned in and planted a kiss on it. "Very sexy."

She giggled and turned to face me, "you kissed my butt."

"I like kissing sexy things. Let's eat those cookies."

After we finished the milk and cookies Patricia insisted on cleaning and 
putting away the dishes. She then cleaned up the little clutter I had 
made since last night and swept the floors. I had finally managed to 
convince that floors do not need to be mopped daily. As I watched her 
work I marveled, and not just at the frequent glimpses of sexy little 
girl butt I got, but at her work ethic. She actually seemed to be proud 
to be my maid.

After she finished we played with my computer for a while then ended up 
on the couch with another movie. Patricia settled onto my lap of her own 
accord. I kissed the top of her head and hugged her to me. I was looking 
forward to fingering that bare little twat but was actually feeling a 
little inhibited knowing she was bare under that tiny skirt.

Patricia was having none of it. She spread her legs. When I didn't 
immediately react she picked up my hand and dropped it onto her thigh.

Okay, I got the message. I caressed her thigh briefly before easing 
beneath her skirt and letting my fingers play over her puffy twat. Fuck 
she was sexy. I pulled my hand out and licked my fingers to lubricate 
them then slid in under her dress again. I massaged her little cunny for 
several minutes then teased open her lips and ventured one finger 
inside. It was tight, damn tight. I began to gently fuck a fingertip in 
and out of her, going a little deeper each time. In a minute I was in up 
to my second knuckle. I was going no deeper because the tip of the 
invading digit came up against the taut surface of her hymen.

She had been leaning back against my chest, enjoying the leisurely pace 
of her molestation. When my fingertip touched her maidenhead she sat 
upright and looked down at where my finger vanished into her body then 
twisted to look up at me.

I smiled at her and kissed her nose as I gently backed away from her 
cherry. I began to finger fuck her in slow, shallow strokes. She was 
lubing now and my finger slid in and out easier. I tried adding a second 
finger but she was still too tight for that.

Abruptly I pulled out of her completely and gently slid her off my lap. 
She looked up at me quizzically. I simply smiled and kissed her gently 
on the lips before sliding off the couch to kneel in front of her. I 
slid my hands up those smooth thighs till I was grasping her buttocks 
and eased her forward till she was sitting on the edge of the cushion.

I kissed each of her pretty knees then began to kiss and tongue bath her 
thighs, trying to miss nothing as I worked my way up. She was ticklish 
here and began to fidget as I moved further up. I began to alternate 
feather light licks with harder, deeper laps, pausing often to suck her 
soft flesh into my mouth.

When I passed the hemline of her skirt she began breathing hard and 
wiggling more. She began to hunch at my face, trying to shove her bald 
little prize into the path of my questing tongue. I smiled to myself and 
deftly avoided her cunny even as I moved closer to it. When I gently 
drug my tongue down the folds that separated her thighs from the soft, 
sensitive flesh of her crotch I heard her gasp and a hand fell onto my 
head and was soon trying to tug me.

I relented and let her guide me. Her pelvis rotated and then her twat 
rose to meet me even as her hand pulled down. I kissed her little cunny 
then blew a zoober on it. The latter brought a shriek of outrage but I 
silenced it by dragging my tongue up her hot little slot.

She tasted good, musky with just a hint of the oily, fishy taste that 
mature women develop. She gasped and pulled at my hair when I forced the 
muscular tip of my tongue inside her and licked the intact surface of 
her hymen. I gently set up a pussy eating rhythm that had my tongue 
lathing the outside of her fat little twat then dipping inside for a 
half dozen shallow strokes before pulling out to start anew. She began 
to tremble and her soft, plump little thighs squeezed my head in time 
with my lapping tongue.

I quested upward for her clit but the hood was still enclosed by her 
plump outer lips and she was too tight that high up for me to make much 
headway. She enjoyed the effort though, from the way she pulled my hair 
I'd have bald spots if she enjoyed it much more.

I added gentle love bites on fat little outer labia to my routine and 
she began to climb the walls. When I looked up her head was thrown back 
and her mouth was hanging open. She was breathing very rapidly.

I dove in for the kill, picking up the pace, lick, stab, stab, stab, 
lick bite. I let her keening little squeaks and the squeezing of her 
thighs be my guide, modifying my assault to heighten her reaction.

It was a tactic that paid dividends. In less than five minutes she was 
trying to crush my skull like a zit and pulling on my hair hard enough 
to make sure it was a bald zit. I doubled my pace and in spare seconds 
she tipped over into a shattering orgasm.

I eagerly sucked out the tiny amount of little girl cum she produced. It 
wasn't much but the taste was ambrosia. When I had licked and sucked her 
dry I eased her back on the couch and gave her plump, hairless pussy a 
kiss before pulling her little skirt down over it. I then stood and went 
to the kitchen.

When I returned with two cold sodas she was just starting to come 
around. She looked at me vacantly at first then struggled up to accept 
the soda from my hand. She drank half of it then settled back and closed 
her eyes. She passed into the realm of sleep so quickly that I had to 
lunge for her glass.

I found a blanket in a hall closet where she had carefully folded and 
stored it and gently covered her then traipsed to the bathroom and 
jerked myself into the sink. Relieved, I tucked myself into the recliner 
I had fucked Lucy over the night before and slept myself.

When I awoke it was nearly dusk. Patricia stood by my chair. She had a 
thumb in her mouth and her skirt pulled up over her waist. Her free hand 
was slowly rubbing her bald little slot. She stared at me with an 
expectant look but said nothing.

I smiled and leaned over, grasping her around the waist with both hands. 
It was a struggle but I lifted her and swung her over so her feet were 
on the chair arms and her drooling little slit was in my face. I then 
dug in and ate her to a shattering orgasm that left her a boneless, 
quivering lump of pudgy flesh pooled in my lap.

I fixed us a light supper of sandwiches with soda for her and beer for 
myself. I then set up my old Nintendo and we played games for an hour or 
so. Later I watched the news while she dozed on her stomach before the 
TV. Her tiny skirt had ridden up, leaving most of that plump, 
little-girl butt bare. The varying light from the TV played on it in the 
darkened room, making it appear as perfect and white as alabaster.

I slid off the couch and crawled to her. I leaned down and gently traced 
the curve of one bubble cheek with my nose. The flesh was cool to the 
touch and slightly bumpy from goose bumps brought on by the evening air. 
I kissed the opposite cheek, my arousal growing, then took a long slow 
lap across both with the flat of my tongue. This was good butt.

Patricia murmured but remained asleep as I lathed both of those plump 
cheeks with saliva. When her fat little buns glistened I used my nose to 
pry her cheeks apart then drug my snout the full length of it. Her smell 
was not offensive, she was clean, it was instead a dank, musty smell 
with a metallic undertone. Her high cheeks were like silk on my lower face.

I zeroed on her anal pucker and poked at it with my nose. The opening 
was tightly sealed and I made little progress by that method. I probed 
at it with just the tip of my tongue. As I gently rimmed her she stirred 
a little more. I wet her little bumhole down well then began to apply 
pressure. Ever so slowly her muscles relaxed.

She came awake with a jerk as my tongue pushed into her ass. 
Disorientation held her for a second then she craned her neck and looked 
back over her shoulder.

"Ohhhhh, Th-th-th that's n-n-nasty. Oh! You sh-sh-shouldn't do 
th-th-that." She was silent a moment then, "D-d-d-don't s-s-st-stop. Oh 
that's n-n-nasty."

She dropped her head, pillowing it on her arms and slowly began to hump 
her plump little butt at my ass-raping tongue. I reached between her 
legs and began to diddle her fat little cunny while I dined on her butt. 
She really began to get into it then, moaning and thrashing about. I 
shoved a finger inside and began to gently stroke her cherry but 
withdrew after a moment. She was moving about so much I feared she'd 
take her own virginity on my finger!

I sped up my multiple attacks and the child went berserk. I finally had 
to pull my finger from her twat and sue both hands to hold her butt 
still. I drove deep, drilling for oil in a series of tongue dives that 
sent her screaming over the top. She went limp and I got up and went to 
see if any of the neighbors had called the cops.

When Lucy showed up me and Pat were playing a game of Parcheesi on the 
floor. Patricia jumped and ran to meet her mother, her bare little 
bottom doing marvelous things under that ridiculous skirt.

As Pat donned her raincoat I considered jumping Lucy's bones again but a 
whack off session after eating her daughter's ass and two beers since 
had left me with an empty gun. Lucy looked haggard anyway, rough night 
at work I guess.

I took my bike out for a bruising trail bash the next morning. So 
bruising I ended up walking it back with a flat tire and a bent rim. I 
hadn't escaped without damage either and it was after eleven before me 
and the bike limped onto Lucy and Patricia's street.

Mother and daughter were out front doing a bit of gardening. Both were 
wearing painted on nylon shorts that left a bit of cheek exposed. An 
elderly neighbor across the street was ogling them while pretending to 
water his lawn. I wondered which one her was ogling the most.

Pat jumped up and ran down the walk to meet me. She pulled up short, 
"You broke your bike."

I reached out and tussled her hair, "Yes, I broke my bike."

We chatted as we walked to where Lucy stood smiling.

"I wanted to give you a dinner invite. Say about 6:30."

Lucy smiled as Pat jumped up and down in anticipation, "That sound good."

I showered then loaded the injured bike into the Justy. I could've taken 
just the rim but the chain was skipping badly in several gears as well. 
I dropped the beast off at the bike shop then headed for the local 
supermarket. One thing I was not was a cook.

Luckily the place had a pretty well equipped deli. I ended up dropping 
seventy-five bucks for a roast with all the trimmings and two bottles of 
wine. On impulse I picked up some candles at the register.

On the way home I spied a liquor store and popped in to pick up a bottle 
of Tequila. I hoped I had some lemons.

The remainder of the afternoon should have been taken up by 
housecleaning but thanks to my sexy little maid there was nothing to be 
cleaned. I tried to watch an old western but simply couldn't generate 
much interest. I ended up surfing for porn till I heard heels on the walk.

I met them at the door and damn near fainted. Mother and daughter were 
in identical white sheath dresses that came to the knees and hugged like 
a second skin. A slit came to mid thigh on each. It was obvious that 
neither wore anything beneath them. Lucy's nipples stood out like 
bullets. Shit, they'd worn that all the way over here. I looked out the 
door past them expecting to see several car crashes and at least three 
busy bodies furiously dialing the cops. What I saw was Lucy's battered 
Tempo sitting on the curb.

Mollified I let them in and made small talk while laying out the food. 
Pat still felt the need to play the maid and did much of it. She even 
brought me and her mother a glass of wine each as we chatted on the couch.

Dinner was alright, not grand but alright, supermarket deli folk are not 
great cooks. After the meal the wine flowed freely. Pat was allowed one 
glass and sneaked several more. By nine she was a giggly mass of 
protoplasm wiggling around on the floor. I scooped her up and carried 
her to my bed then rejoined her mother on the couch.

This time there were fewer preliminaries, in minutes Lucy had lost her 
dress and I my pants. My curvy guest knelt between my knees and 
proceeded to give me royal head to completion. I then ate her pussy and 
delectable tush to an orgasm that forced her to bellow her pleasure to 
the night.

As we rested up for round two we cuddled on the couch. Lucy rested her 
head on my sweaty chest and toyed with my sticky dick.

"Did you enjoy my other surprise?"

"I thought it was Pat's surprise."

Lucy giggled, "It was my idea. My little darling was horrified. She 
thought you only liked looking at her panties."

I shifted uncomfortably. Despite Lucy's casual manner I was still 
uncomfortable with discussing a lust for a eight-year-old girl with the 
child's mother!

Lucy kissed my sweaty chest and looked up at me. "You do like looking at 
her bald little twat don't you. You like that white, round ass too."

My cock twitched, Lucy went on.

"Did you get a good look?"

I met her gaze and nodded.

"Tell me about it? What did you do? Did you finger her?"

I nodded again.

Was she awake this time?"

"Yes."

"Did you eat her?"

I colored but jerked a nod after a moment.

Lucy dug a finger into her own fat mound. "Oooh, that's so fucking hot. 
C'mon what else?"

I licked my lips. "I tongued her butt."

Lucy licked her lips, "how did she take it?"

"She liked it, she wanted more."

Lucy's eyes got big and I thought she was going to cum on the spot. Her 
finger dug deep. "Shit!" Abruptly she rolled to her feet and grabbed me 
by the cock. I had no choice but to rise and follow as she headed for 
the bedroom.

We stood in the doorway and stared at the sleeping child for a moment. 
She lay on her side and stomach, her white dress stretched tight over 
her fat little ass. It had ridden up, the slit baring one plump thigh to 
within an inch of her crotch.

Lucy released my dick and stepped forward to trace her fingers up one 
pudgy, eight-year-old thigh. She dropped to her knees and licked the 
ball of one foot then licked across the sole to tickle the toes. My cock 
began to stir again as she trailed her way around her daughter's ankle 
and then began to lick up the shapely calf. The higher she went the more 
frantic she became. She kissed the hollow of the child's knee then 
started kissing and licking her way up a pudgy thigh, small growls 
exited from deep in her throat.

When she reached the end of the slit in the dress she grabbed the two 
flaps of fabric and yanked. Threads popped but the garment held. She 
yanked again and the dress tore. She ripped it almost to the neckline, 
exposing her daughter's smooth back and round ass.

She looked at me and grinned. "Tongue her ass again, wake her up with 
your tongue up her butt!"

"Wake her up?"

Lucy stood and walked to the head of the bed. She climbed on, her weight 
tossing her daughter about on the mattress. "Fuck yes! The little slut 
can't eat my pussy asleep."

Hearing that caused my prick to harden more. Without protest I knelt and 
buried my face between the lush, pillowy whiteness of Patricia's 
delectable eight-year-old backside.

I curled a finger and began to stroke at Pat's fat little cunny while my 
tongue circled her anal pucker. Up front, Lucy lifted her daughter's 
head and began to masturbate herself with the child's nose.

I detected just a hint of dewy moisture and eased my finger into that 
plump, bald, baby pussy putting pressure on her tight little asshole at 
the same time. The muscle twitched but held. I bathed it with spit then 
drove in harder, battering my way into Pat's buttery eight-year-old 
butt. My finger found her hymen and stroked it as a vagrant thumb rubbed 
her tiny clit.

I don't know if it was my stimulation below or her mother's action on 
her face above but Pat came awake to find herself with a face full of 
bald mommy twat. She struggled for a second but Lucy's death grip on her 
head wouldn't let her pull back. After a second the stimulation her 
pussy and ass were getting finally registered and she quit fighting.

"Open up baby, stick out that pink little tongue and lap mommy's pussy," 
Lucy cooed. "Get that little lapper up mommy's twat. Mommy needs a 
little slut cuntlapper."

Hearing the perversion pouring from Lucy's mouth made my dick throb and 
I began to rub myself off on the mattress as I serviced the child's ass 
and twat.

Deciding that Patricia's sphincter was relaxed enough I pushed my face 
deep between those pillowy cheeks and forced my tongue deep into her 
ass. The feel of several inches of my tongue sliding past the tight 
portal of an eight-year-old's anus almost made me cum on the spot. 
Startled, Pat groaned into her mother's pussy and shoved her butt 
against my face, pushing me deeper.

I started to tongue fuck her ass, pulling out till only the tip was 
inside then driving deep, so tight was her butt that each down stroke 
took long seconds to slide sensuously inside. As I tongued her I trapped 
the child's tiny clit between my thumb and forefinger and began to 
alternately rub and squeeze it.

Pat went slowly berserk. Her chubby thighs bucked up at me, sliding 
hotly across my chest. The muscles in her back tensed and relaxed. Her 
sexy butt cheeks clasped and released my face.

I knew when she started to lick her mother's pussy. Lucy almost made 
sure the neighborhood knew.

"That's right baby, LICK THAT PUSSY! JUST LIKE THAT. FUCK! EAT MOMMY'S 
PUSSY!"

There was a 'smack' alongside my face and Pat's chubby right cheek juggled.

"Naughty little girl! Little girls aren't supposed to eat their mother's 
pussy's." Lucy's hand cracked on Pat's other cheek. "Naughty, slut 
little girl. Naughty, naughty, naughty!" With each 'naughty' Lucy's hand 
came down again, by now the blows hard and stinging.

Pat came hard. Her ass clamped down so tight on my tongue that for long 
seconds I was held immobile unable to advance or retreat. She bucked up, 
trying and nearly succeeding at bucking me and her mother off the bed. 
Twice more she convulsed, each less violent than the previous then went 
limp. My hand was covered with warm little-girl cum and maybe a little piss.

Lucy pushed me back then flipped her daughter onto her back. I had just 
a glimpse of glowing red, well spanked cheeks. With a ripping tug Lucy 
tore the child's tattered dress from her and tossed the ruined rag 
aside. Her face a mask of lust she climbed astride Patricia's pretty 
face and ground her shaved pussy into her daughter's mouth. She grasped 
the child's legs and pulled them to her.

She looked at me. "Eat her ass some more! I want her pussy!" With that 
her face dipped between Pat's smooth, white thighs.

Far be it for me to refuse and order to molest a pre-teen child. 
Especially when the order came from the child's own mother. I took a 
mouthful of fat, red cheek and bit hard enough to leave teeth marks then 
sent my tongue back up that sexy baby-bum.

Together we molested fat little Patricia viciously. Each of us fed on 
the depravity of the other till we were damn near consuming the child's 
ass and pussy. Pat, barely having recovered from her first cum was soon 
soaring toward another. She whimpered and moaned into her mother's 
plump, bald twat as she was orally raped. Her little hairless little 
cunt was lubing so much that Lucy couldn't keep up. Rivulets of little 
girl pussy cream overflowed her puffy, reddened twat to coat her bottom 
in a glistening sheen. I didn't mind. It was the perfect seasoning for 
pre-teen baby ass.

Within minutes the child was again on the edge. Lucy and I seemed to 
communicate almost telepathically. I replaced my tongue with two stiff 
fingers then used my now available mouth to bite her tiny, throbbing 
clit. At the same moment Lucy took a puffy little nipple between her 
thumb and forefinger and twisted.

It was too much. Pat bridged, her back an almost perfect arc and bucked 
her mother off her face. Her legs, released, slammed down on my shoulder 
with painful force, boxing my ears in passing. Devoid of stimulation she 
bucked one more then again went limp.

I eased her legs to the mattress then leaned forward to check her. My 
sexy little maid had actually passed out!

Lucy and I locked gazes over her daughters sweaty nakedness. The sexy 
temptress licked her lips, there was a wild look in her eyes. "Fuck me! 
Now!" she hissed.

My thoughts exactly. Pat's unconscious form was pushed to one side then 
I shoved Lucy forward and mounted her doggy style. At once we began to 
rut like a pair of alley cats. This wasn't making love, even sex was too 
mild a word. This was nasty, hard core fucking. Lucy alternately 
whimpered and growled as I drove into her overflowing, overheated pussy. 
Our bodies smacked together then squelched apart, the bed groaning in 
protest beneath us.

It didn't last long. It couldn't as turned on as we both were. In two 
score rapid strokes I was firing a boiling load of cum into Lucy's tight 
cunt. She was with me, her hot, wet twat spasming around my dick as she 
screamed her release to the neighborhood.

We lay and panted a moment then Lucy grinned back at me. "I could use a 
beer."

We slipped out of bed leaving Pat's still form undisturbed though Lucy 
did plant a kiss on one damp ass cheek.

We had the beer then a quick mutual rinse in the shower. Afterwards I 
found us a pair of robes. We were giggling and cuddling on the couch 
when Pat appeared in the door. The child's hair was disheveled and she 
still had a 'I just got hit by a truck' look in her eyes. She was 
self-consciously clutching a sheet around her body in place of her 
destroyed dress.

Lucy got up and met her daughter halfway across the floor. She enveloped 
the child, hugging her and kissing the top of her head. All concerned 
mother now she led Pat back to the couch and ensconced her between us.

"Did you like that baby. Did you like your hot little cums?"

Pat looked up at me. Having her mother in on the fun and games was a new 
twist. Getting no direction from me she shyly looked up at her mother. 
Biting her lower lip she jerked a nod.

Lucy engulfed her again, rocking the child. "Oh baby, it's nothing to be 
ashamed of. We all like sex. Sex is good and the nastier it is the 
better it is." She kissed the tip of Pat's cute nose then slid her hand 
through a fold in the sheet to briefly caress a plump thigh.

With a grin at me Lucy stood and moved to sit on my opposite side. Now I 
was between them. With a flip of a wrist she tossed open my robe, 
exposing my still damp dick to all.

"Baby this is a prick. This is what a man has in place of a pussy. Have 
you ever seen one of these before?"

Pat nodded. "I played with it till it squirted once."

Lucy shot me a look.

"Umm, she jerked me off in the shower a couple of days ago."

"You bastard, you didn't mention that!"

I smiled sheepishly, "It slipped my mind."

She giggled at that. "An eight year old girl whacks you off and it slips 
your mind. We have to see about finding you some more memorable 
experiences."

She started to caress my cock, gently running her fingertips across the 
helmet and down the shaft. She found a vein and traced it till it 
vanished into the hairy next of my balls. She supped each of my nuts in 
turn then slid back up the shaft, taking me in hand.

"Pricks are nice baby. Feel of it."

Pat hesitated a moment, looking from me to her mother then sheepishly 
reaching over to take a grip just above Lucy's. Lucy began to gently 
stroke and after a moment Pat followed along. Me, I slumped back into 
the cushions as mother and daughter began to jack me off. My dick had 
been soft but I felt it stir at this kinky double stimulation.

This continued for a minute or so during which my cock regained a 
semi-hard state. Lucy then again spoke to her daughter. There are other 
ways to get a man to squirt hon." Holding her daughter's gaze she leaned 
forward and planted a kiss on the smooth dome of my helmet. "You can 
kiss there dicks." She whispered. repeating the action with another 
light brushing of her lips then leaning back and looking at Patricia 
expectantly.

Pat looked from my cock to her mother's visage. After a moment the child 
licked her lips then leaned over and planted a quick smack on my prick. 
She jerked back quickly but finding nothing objectionable leaned back 
down and gave it a longer kiss a second later. Sitting up, she grinned 
at both me and her mother. A giggle at her own naughtiness escaped her lips.

Lucy bent down again, "You can also lick their dicks." So saying her 
talented tongue snaked out, its wet tip tracing the thick rim of my cock 
head before rising to flutter in my piss slit.

She sat back and waited. Pat hesitated less this time. Her little head 
went down and I felt the exquisite agony of an eight-year-old tongue 
playing across the head of my prick. The recipient of that lapping 
throbbed, steel returning to the structure.

Lucy went on, "There's another thing you can do with your mouth honey." 
She looked at me. "I think it's time Pat learned to suck cock don't 
you." Her voice dropped to a husky whisper. "That way she can pay you 
back for slurping on her bald little twat on those long evenings when 
you two have nothing to do."

Just hearing such a proclamation from the lips of the child's own mother 
finished the tempering process. My dick grew another half inch in the 
same number of seconds. It slapped against my stomach, rock hard and bow 
string taut..

Lucy chortled, "Oho, you like that idea huh?" She gave my dick a short 
stroke and met my gaze. "Does the idea of a second grader taking your 
dick in her little slut mouth while her mother watches turn you on? Are 
you that perverted?" My dick answered the question, twitching again and 
getting harder if possible.

Lucy leaned in and kissed my cock. She gave it a quick tongue lashing 
then the head vanished into her mouth. Her head bobbed three or four 
times then she withdrew and angled my wet, hard cock toward Pat.

Patricia looked at the two of us then at my prick as it throbbed in her 
mother's grip. Slowly she moved in, moving her head from side to side 
like a cheetah circling its prey. She imitated her mother first kissing 
the head then giving it a few licks. When her puffy little lips parted 
and the head of my cock entered the hot cavern of her little mouth I 
groaned. If it hadn't been for load I'd dumped in Lucy's twat earlier 
I'm sure Pat would have got a cream surprise at that moment.

Pat rested with the head of my dick in her mouth for a second then 
performed three shallow dips, each time taking maybe an inch and a half 
of cock. She then pulled off and grinned nervously.

Lucy moved in and bobbed a few more times, this time taking more dick. 
Again she offered my cock to her daughter. This time she coached as 
little Pat sucked my dick. "Take it deeper baby, all the way to the back 
of your pretty little mouth. Suck on it a little and use your tongue."

Back and forth they went, mother and daughter trading off on my dick. By 
the fourth or fifth set little Pat had lost her diffidence and seemed to 
be getting into the nastiness of what she was doing. She kept my dick 
longer each time and was taking me deep enough to gag several times.

They traded off once more then Lucy handed me off again to her fat 
little eight-year-old daughter. "Finish it baby. Make him cum. Good 
little girls like cum, they drink it. Cum's good for you. It'll give you 
tits like mommy's. Be a good little slut baby and eat his cum."

Pat hesitated a second at the talk of my cuming in her mouth but only a 
second. She then went back to sucking dick like a trooper.

I was close and Lucy knew it. She put her hand on the back of Pat's head 
and began to drive the child's face onto my prick forcing her to pick up 
the pace. She also forced her to take more cock. Gagging sounds rose 
from the little girl's throat on each plunge.

That was the final straw. I arched my back, pushing my throbbing dick 
into Pat's throat while her mother kept her from withdrawing and even 
pushed her down further. With a bellow I launched boiling cum down the 
eight-year-olds gullet.

Lucy let me spurt several times down the child's throat then pulled her 
daughter's head up so I was filling her mouth. Rope after steaming rope 
of rank male spunk shot into the little-girl's mouth, filling it till 
her cheeks puffed slightly and her tongue was swimming in it.

I fell back, pulling my spent prick from Pat's mouth. A thin streamer of 
cum followed, bridging the gap between us. In an instant Lucy clapped 
her hand over her daughter's mouth, preventing her from spitting.

"Swallow it baby. Swallow all that tasty cum. It's good isn't it. I'm 
sure you'll be getting a lot of it from now on." She tilted her head and 
grinned up at me. "Maybe it'll be more memorable than just a handjob."

It took several seconds but finally Pat swallowed my load in two 
rhythmic gulps. When her mother removed her hand she gasped and coughed 
several times. Lucy immediately moved in kissing and cooing, "That was 
so good baby. Mommy's so proud.

Only eight years old and already the makings of a first class cocksucker."

She kissed and made over for another minute then pushed her toward my 
crotch again. "Lick on that dick some more baby. Get it hard while mommy 
makes you feel good." So saying she tugged until Pat slid off the couch 
and was on her hands and knees with her head between my thighs. Lucy 
slid down behind her daughter. The sheet billowed up then drifted down 
to lie on the eight-year-old's back, leaving her plump, creamy white 
buttocks exposed. Lucy then moved in till the lower half of her face 
vanished behind those tender, succulent pillows.

Pat looked up at me and I reached down to stroke her hair. I didn't make 
any move to pull her to my crotch. I felt her start as her mother's 
tongue began to flutter over her immature, hairless charms.

The child closed her eyes and began to rock against her mother's face. 
She held that pose for maybe a minute. Finally she opened her eyes and 
smiled up at me then moved in on my cock. I continued to stroke her fine 
hair as she slurped up my semi-hard prick and begin to lazily suck and 
tongue it.

Over the next several minutes her enthusiasm grew as her mother's mouth 
worked its magic. The plump little girl's head began to bounce with more 
authority on my dick and she made small mewing sounds around it as she 
screwed her sexy butt into her mother's face.

Suddenly the plump child stiffened and screamed around my dick. At first 
I though she'd cum but the pace was wrong. I knew enough about her 
sexual responses now to know when her peak was and she hadn't been 
there, approaching yes but not there.

I was still trying to puzzle it out when Lucy held up a bloody finger. 
Fuck! She'd busted Pat's cherry! I couldn't see her mouth, it was buried 
in bald-eight-year-old twat but her eyes smiled mischievously at me over 
Pat's twin snowy moons.

The child began to mewl again as her mother's mouth soothed the hurt and 
soon she was once again shoving her ass at her mother's face. Lucy ate 
her for another minute then rose and moved up alongside her daughter. 
Her hand trailed behind, still abusing her pre-teen daughter.

She kissed Pat on the cheek then moved her head up close to mine. It was 
a stretch but her fingers never left her daughter's pussy.

"Fuck her!," she hissed in my ear. "Get behind and take her doggy style! 
I want to see her fucked!"

My cock lurched in Pat's mouth at the thought of that. It's not that I 
hadn't thought of fucking the plump child. I damn well had. I'd 
regretfully decided she was too young for that step however. Now the 
little girl's own mother was urging me to do just that!

"I don't think she'll like that Lucy. It'll hurt, a lot more than your 
finger," I whispered back.

"At first but she'll learn to like it."

"It's the 'at first' I'm worried about." Should I fuck her? I damn sure 
wanted to. I stroked Pat's hair then cupped her chin preparatory to 
pulling her off my dick so I could put the question to her. Lucy read my 
intentions and grabbed my wrist.

"Don't ask", she hissed. "Just do it! Rape her!"

My mouth dropped open in shock. I couldn't have heard that correctly. 
She repeated it, I had heard it correctly.

"I want to see my little girl raped. Take her hard and make her scream! 
Ream out that bald little pussy and don't stop till your cock's bouncing 
off her cervix!"

Oh Fuck! My dick lurched as Pat, unaware of the whispered conversation 
going on over her head again took my dick to the very portal of her 
throat. She'd begun to hum.

I looked down at her. Could I do this. It seemed a betrayal of trust. 
Fuck! It was a betrayal of trust. I looked at Lucy. Her eyes smoldered, 
she was deep within her own sexual fantasy and she was dragging me along 
for the ride. My dick throbbed at the thought. Shit, I was weak. Raping 
a little girl while her mother cheered me on. My cock raged at the 
thought. I was going to do it I couldn't pass this up.

I kissed Lucy on her perverted cheek, "Keep her warm. I have to piss." I 
started to rise but Lucy pushed me back into the sofa. Grinning she 
finally pulled her fingers from her daughter's bare muff and straddled 
the child's back. She then grabbed the eight-year-old's pretty head in 
both hands. "Do it in her mouth! Piss in her fucking mouth!"

Pat heard this and tried to look up at her mother but Lucy's strong 
hand's held her head rigid. Instead her eyes found mine. We locked gazes 
for a second then I closed my eyes and released my bladder.

Pat started to fight when she felt and tasted my hot, rank piss 
streaming into her mouth. She was no match for her mother's strength 
though. Her mouth filled quickly and soon she had a choice between 
drowning and swallowing. She held the decision till her cheeks bulged 
but then began to swallow. I kept pouring it in, reveling in the 
perversion of the act, using an eight-year-old child as a toilet. Fuck! 
My dick was so hard it was choking down the stream.

That only deliciously drew out the experience however so little Pat had 
to spend long seconds drinking from my hard dick. Lucy had began to hump 
her own bald, seeping twat against her daughter's smooth back, rucking 
the sheet up till it was a bunched rope at the pre-teens shoulders. 
Already a glistening strip of pussy slime covered the child's back.

Finally the stream slacked off then stopped. I sent a couple of more 
spurts into Pat's chubby cheeked toilet mouth them pulled my cock from 
her mouth and stood.

As I vacated my position Lucy swung a leg over Pat's back and nimbly 
pivoted on the other to drop down in my place. Pat had started to gag 
and cough the second my dick left her mouth. She was still doing so when 
Lucy gripped the back of her head and yanked her pretty face into fat, 
bald, mommy twat.

I stepped to the rear and surveyed the pre-teen's sexy round butt and 
fat protruding cuntlet. I saw no blood around the puffy little lips, 
just snowy white baby pussy. Fuck! I wanted this!

I dropped to my knees and kissed both fat little ass cheeks then brought 
my saliva slick cock up and rubbed it up and down the equally slick 
groove of Pat's cunny. Her puffy lips felt fantastic against the 
sensitive head of my dick. Despite cuming twice in the last hour I was 
ready to go again.

I positioned my cock and started to apply pressure. Slowly the tightly 
sealed halves of Pat's bald little peach spread, allowing the tip of my 
cock in. Well before the head was fully seated however I felt her 
cuntlet reach its elastic limit. It's easily exploitable elastic limit 
that is. Any further advance was going to cause pain.

Lucy had leaned over Pat's pale back and, while still holding Pat's face 
to her own wet twat, was staring at the juncture of me and her daughter. 
She met my gaze and licked her lips. "Do it, wreck that bald baby cunt!"

Fuck! That pushed me over the edge. I grasped the front of the child's 
plump, shapely thighs, took a deep breath and lunged!

Her fat, protruding little pussy never had a chance. In an instant two 
inches of iron hard pervert cock had forced its was past her puffy lips 
and pierced her immature passage.

Her body spasmed at the violation of my entrance but initially Pat made 
no sound other than a mommy pussy muffled 'huh'. That changed a long 
second later when the shock finally released its hold on her vocal 
cords. She screamed her pain into her mother's twat. An act that caused 
Lucy to close her eyes in sexual bliss and pull her daughter's face 
deeper into her drooling cunt.

I waited till she screamed her lungs empty and while she was gathering 
her breath lunged again. Several more inches of dick slid home. Fuck! 
She was tight. I lunged again, burying another inch. I had two inches of 
dick to go, could I get it all in? I really wanted to feel the head of 
my prick against little Pat's immature womb.

I rested for a moment, stroking the eight-year-old's fat bubble butt 
while she sobbed into her mother's bald twat. I leaned down and pulled 
her hair aside and kissed the child's neck then I straightened and tried 
to drive in deeper. Nada, I just shoved Pat's face deeper into her 
mother's twat. Fuck she was tight, we were locked together. I tried 
again and gained maybe a quarter inch. Time to shift gears. I pulled 
back and felt the exquisite sensation of an inch and a half of dick 
sliding out of the hot, velvet vice of the child's sullied cuntlet, the 
room air on my wet shaft felt cold.

I took a firm grip on Pat's thighs and gave a mighty shove while pulling 
her onto me. My dick slid in like an oiled piston, and this time I 
reached top dead center. It felt great, so tight was Pat's cunny that it 
almost hurt but it still felt great. My balls were against the child's 
bald, tightly stretched cunt lips and at the head of my cock I could 
fell the spongy barrier of her cervix. Even Pat screaming anew into her 
mother's wet sex couldn't detract from the moment.

I rested for a moment then began easing out. Each fraction of an inch 
was delicious agony. With half my dick out I began to ease back in. The 
next stroke was easier and the next even more so. I fucked little Pat, 
short stroking her tight, bald pussy. At first she cried each time I 
changed directions but after a while this died down to snuffling whimpers.

I began to speed up and increase the length of my strokes. Her little 
pussy had loosened but it was still incredibly tight. I leaned forward 
and kissed the child's sweaty neck. My hand caressed a soft, damp butt 
cheek as I raped the eight-year-old.

I fell into a rhythm, sawing about three-fourths of my cock in and out 
of Pat's little slot. Above my head I heard Lucy cooing to her daughter. 
Her big thighs massaged her daughter's head as she urged the child eat 
her pussy. I leaned forward and drew my tongue up the little girl's 
back. When I reached her shoulder blades I kissed each prominent point, 
they were surprisingly pronounced for a child of her heft.

My balls were beginning to send warning signals. I picked up the pace, 
my stomach began to smack into Pat's buttocks, making the soft flesh 
jiggle. I cocked back my hand and smacked her right cheek, hard. The 
jiggle of the flesh and the red imprint left behind increasing the 
disturbance in my nuts.

Groaning I took a grip on Pat's thighs and really started to pound her 
immature twat. She had been nearly silent for long minutes but now she 
started to whimper again. It only urged me to further effort. Sweat flew 
from my face as I pounded the child, shoving her face deep into her 
mother's sex with each stroke. For her part Lucy had begun to rotate her 
big hips, jacking herself off with her daughter's sniffling face.

My cum rolled over me like an avalanche, it started in my toes then 
climbed my legs to settle into my balls. From there it exploded outward 
to race through my chest and down my arms, almost electric in it 
intensity. I threw back my head and howled as I fired burst after burst 
of spunk into Pat's no longer virgin slot.

I was just starting to come back down when Lucy got her own cookies. She 
arched her back, lifting her big, sexy butt off the sofa while both 
hands washed her twat with Pat's face. She hung there for long seconds, 
her eyes fluttering then sank back to the sofa. After a minute her eyes 
opened and she smiled at me over he daughter's sweaty back. "That, was 
fucking awesome lover!"

Pat gurgled something but Lucy just pushed her deeper into her slimy 
sex. "You'll get used to it hon. Probably even start to like it." She 
giggled at my confused look. "Well you pissed in her mouth. Besides, I 
always have to go after sex."

I felt like shit the next day. From the first moment my eyes opened it 
all came rolling in. What the fuck had I done! Guilt was the major part 
though fear was present too. I could see the long cruiser pulling to the 
curb and the serious looking officers coming to the door. I'd be led out 
in cuffs as the neighbors gathered and whispered, 'child molester', 
'pervert', 'pedophile'.

The day was a nightmare. I could concentrate on nothing. I had to get 
out of the house. I grabbed my keys and headed out the door. The old 
widow across the street was watering her lawn. She looked right at me, 
accusation in her eyes. I panicked and fled back inside. I fell asleep 
on the couch long after midnight.

Monday was as bad. I had to get to work so that gave me something to 
concentrate on. Once ensconced in my cube however things went to shit. 
Every time footsteps approached I expected to see a grim faced detective 
rounding the corner. Every whispered conversation among co-workers was 
about me, every jangling phone was a question about my whereabouts. By 
lunch I'd had enough. Feigning illness I kited.

I spent the afternoon in a park. A pair of mimes played in refrigerator 
boxes while bohemian underachievers toyed with chalk on the walks. I 
tried girl watching, a favorite pastime of males everywhere but that 
reminded me of how I'd gotten into this mess. I tried visiting the 
amateur art exhibition, but an oil of innocent children at play sent me 
reeling. I tried communing with nature but the happy shrieks from the 
nearby playground accused me. In the end I spent the long afternoon 
feeding pigeons in a disused part of the preserve.

As the shadows lengthened and the park emptied I knew I had to go home. 
I made my way to the nearly vacant parking lot and coaxed the Justy onto 
the freeway. It was late when I turned onto my street. I turned into the 
driveway, as my lights swept across the front of the house I froze. A 
plump, familiar figure sat hunched in a raincoat on my front stoop.





























































  Brad's Chronicles (MF, Mg, MFg, inc, ws, rape, rom)

Available at http://www.asstr.org/~792x57/

FIRST things first I guess. This is an erotic story written for the 
enjoyment of consenting adults. If you are not consenting don't read it 
(now that made a lot of sense). If you are not an adult don't read it. 
This story contains pedophilia and incest. If this offends you or 
violates your personal moral code DON'T READ IT.

SECOND: While I have the soapbox I want to say something about the 
nature of fantasy. That is what this story is FANTASY. I do not condone 
or agree with the activities portrayed in this story. Anyone in real 
life who harms a child deserves to be castrated then shot. That said, 
what is harm? Is a consenting, loving, sexual relationship between a 
child and an adult harmful? If done with care it is not physically 
harmful but there are other kinds of harm. Is it emotionally harmful? 
Perhaps, perhaps not, in actuality it probably varies case by case. 
Children don't have labels, there is no tag that says 'I can handle 
sex'. So for that reason alone caring adults should not consider a 
sexual relationship with a child (uncaring adults are going to do as 
they damn well please).

THIRD: Now I wish to speak on incest. I have no problem on a moral level 
with incest. I even consider the idea erotic (go figure) on an abstract 
level. I only have problems with incest is when it involves an adult and 
a child. The adult whether he/she be a parent or uncle/aunt or whatever 
is in a position of authority over the child. That brings in the 
possibility of coercion. Even if this is not intended there will be an 
element of it there just because of the authority position. Most 
children want to please their parents. A child that is subject to sexual 
advances by a parent may acquiesce even if this is not something they 
wish to do. I would have the same problem if the adult were a teacher or 
a principle. Other than that I have no problems with incest. If a 
brother and sister want to play around under the sheets, as long as 
certain precautions are taken, more power to them.

LAST: I want to speak on the nature of eroticism. This is in two parts, 
the first ties in with the nature of fantasy above. I find many things 
erotic in literature, these include, pedophilia, incest, bestiality, 
torture, rape, water sports etc... Very few of these things would I find 
erotic if I was a participant. Let me state that again, not only would I 
not do them (for moral reasons) but the thought of actually doing them 
turns me off like a light. Curious, I enjoy reading about them but the 
thought of doing them is repellant.

Now for the second part, I have for many years read erotic stories, 
starting with filched copies of Penthouse Letters as a teenager then 
downloading them from BBS's and finally the internet. I have found many, 
many erotic stories that I have enjoyed immensely. I have also found a 
great deal of duds. To be erotic a story needs several things. It has to 
be believable both in the setting and the actions/reactions of the 
participants. A story where a child walks into a pool hall, raises her 
dress and takes on everybody in the place would not be erotic for me no 
matter how hot the sex, because I would not believe it. A story has to 
be descriptive. Adjectives and adverbs are important. Don't tell me that 
Jane dropped to her knees and fucked the dog. Tell me what she feels, 
what she says, how she moves. Don't tell me a child is cute. Describe 
her, what is her skin tone, what color are her eyes, her hair? How soft 
is her skin? What is she thinking?

My bike jolted as I took a shortcut across the railroad tracks and 
veered back onto the bike path. This was a pleasant area. Older homes 
and apartments, some ran down but not trashy or junky. The people were 
good too. The average income wasn't high but these were decent 
hardworking people, not trash or dug dealers.

I'd just moved into the city of Oakland a suburb of Pittsburgh a few 
months before and was still getting to know the area. Nine years of 
nowhere jobs and night classes were finally paying off. With the ink 
still wet on my degree I landed a job with a chemical company in the old 
steel town.

I'd loaded my battered old Justy wagon with some trepidation. My idea of 
Pittsburgh was a noisy, polluted, crass sort of place. I'd been 
pleasantly surprised to be surprised. The city was noisy, but it was the 
bustle of happy people, not the clamor of trip hammers. Most of the 
neanderthal era steel mills were gone. The smoky stacks had been 
dynamited one by one. The mills that were left were clean, efficient and 
modern. They'd been joined by a plethora of other high tech industries.

These had in turn brought in a younger, gayer crowd. The gray streets 
I'd imagined had taken on color and parks, museums and bike paths had 
sprouted. It was a whole lot like Seattle, only without the rain.

The bike path entered a wooded section. I pumped harder, working up a 
sweat. I was only a mile or so from home and could already taste the beer.

I slowed as I approached my neighborhood, cooling down and enjoying the 
fine spring air. The houses here were mainly duplexes, with the odd 
single family home wedged between on postage stamp lots. As a Chemical 
Engineer, even a newly frocked one, I could have afforded better. After 
years of hand to mouth living though the idea of having disposable cash 
was attractive. I'd decided not to spend all of my money on a fancy 
house or upscale apartment. I had no one to impress and my needs were 
actually quite modest. I still had that clapped out old Justy too.

A block from my place a group of ragtag children stood in a circle. As I 
got closer I could tell a lone girl stood at the center of that ring. 
She was 8 maybe 9 and heavy for her age. Oddly the extra weight added 
definition to her thighs and butt, giving them a shape beyond her years. 
Only a puffy face and a slight protruding belly went into the negative 
column. Right now quite a bit of that shape was on display at least in 
the lower quadrant. All of the children were in shorts or swimwear and 
this girl was wearing a faded one piece in a flower print that was at 
least two sizes too small. It pulled high on her thighs and left a lot 
of smooth white buttocks exposed.

At the moment the child's fat chin was quivering as she tried to hold 
back her tears. In the cruel manner of children the ring was taunting her.

"Fatty Patty", a toe headed boy crowed.

"Big butt cow!" another chimed in.

"We don't want you to swim with us Patricia. We might catch sumthin'", 
this from a sweet looking little girl of maybe 7.

"She splashes all the water out anyway."

"Yeah and she's got boogers."

"And a beer gut. My dad says she looks like she swallowed a watermelon."

The target of the abuse twisted this way and that to face her 
tormenters. The tears glistened in her eyes but she stoically held them 
back.

The squeal of my brakes brought the festivities to a halt. As one the 
mass of children swiveled to face me.

"I think that's enough."

Caught by an adult the little torture circle looked abashed for a 
moment. Then the same boy who had made the 'Fatty Patty' taunt spoke up.

"We don't got to listen to you."

I gave him my best hard stare. Several years of life guarding for the 
YMCA had given me a good hard stare.

"No you don't. But I'm sure you're parents will when I tell them what I 
saw this afternoon."

Most of the group looked scared at that but toe head wasn't willing to 
concede yet.

"Yeah well you don't know our parents."

"That's true but I don't have anything to do this afternoon. When do you 
have to be home son? I'll just sit right here and wait for somebody to 
call you to supper."

The boy bit his lip and looked sullen. "I'll have my dad call the 
police. I'll say you were following me."

"Yeah", another voice piped up, "They put guys that follow kids in jail."

I smiled and pulled out my celphone. "Now that's a real fine idea. Why 
don't I just call the police right now. I'm sure they can find out who 
your parents are and that way I don't have to hang around."

I raised the phone and started to dial, that was the last straw. Like a 
dam breaking the children began to drift away in ones and twos. Toe head 
wasn't the first but he wasn't the last either. In less than a minute me 
and Patricia stood alone.

I looked down at the chubby girl. Damn from this close I could see that 
her thin, worn out bathing suit was pulled tight up against her fat, 
bald little cunt. The material had actually crept between the plump 
little lips. Her pre-teen pussy was almost as plain as if she were 
naked. I willed my dick down and fought my gaze up to her eyes, hoping 
she hadn't noticed where my attention had been. "Are you ok."

She was blinking rapidly, the tears so long restrained began to flow.

Without thought I dropped the kickstand and swung off the bike. I pulled 
the child into a hug, she quivered against me. "There, there it's okay 
honey."

"I'm ugly and fat," she sniffed. "Just like they said."

I pushed her back and looked at her. "You're not ugly honey. I think 
you're very pretty. You are a little overweight but that doesn't make 
you ugly."

"You're just saying that."

I tilted her chin up so she met my gaze. "No I'm not. I think you're 
pretty and sexy."

She brightened immediately, "You think I'm sexy?"

I smiled and kicked myself in the ass. Now why the fuck had I said that. 
If you do want to get in trouble in puritanical America just tell a 
child she's sexy. It's the Salem witch trials all over again.

"Where do you live honey, I'll walk you home." Nice save.

Patricia bubbled on about inane kids stuff as we walked the half block 
to her house. At her driveway I gave her an affectionate pat on the head 
and then rode off. The girl rapidly dwindling in my mind till she was 
nothing but another potential whack-off fantasy.

I have plenty of those, at twenty-seven I am single and not dating. It's 
not that I don't want feminine companionship, I do want it, badly. I'm 
not ugly, plain maybe but not ugly. I'm not buff, not like the muscle 
hounds that do all the health club commercials but I'm not out of shape 
either. I bike daily and watch my diet, which is enough to keep me trim.

I've seen women look at me, and I think I've seen interest and that 
brings us to the crux of the problem. I don't know how to talk to women. 
They terrify and fascinate me. I've been that way since I first knew 
what a girl was for. I never had a date in high school or college, never 
went to a dance. I couldn't and can't talk to women. I'll lay my plans, 
rehearse my spiel, polish my technique and when its time for the rubber 
to hit the road I freeze, every time.

I'm not a virgin but my few unsatisfying sexual encounters have been 
either with prostitutes or women I've picked up in a bar when I was 
drunk enough to suppress the terror of actually talking to a woman.

I bumped into my yard and dismounted. After unlocking the front door I 
rolled the bike inside and hung it on the wall. A shower and a beer had 
me feeling human again, I grabbed another brew and booted up my computer.

Over the years since puberty my awkwardness around the opposite sex had 
insured that my right hand and porn had become my best friends. At first 
the porn was fairly tame, in my early teen years a flash of nipple from 
a contraband Penthouse was enough to give me a boner like a bar of iron. 
As I grew older I grew jaded. Nudity no longer cut it, no matter how 
attractive the women. Likewise for straight sex, a couple screwing on a 
bed to a canned orgasm was a real snore.

Luckily I had discovered the internet and its almost limitless supply of 
perversion, watersports, bdsm, bestiality and finally pedophilia had 
been added to my growing collection.

It was the latter that was my favorite though sadly it was also 
devilishly hard to find. I'd seen ads for kiddy videos from offshore web 
sites but always chickened put, the image of an FBI sting drifting 
before my eyes.

I switched the computer over to the correct directory and pulled out my 
cock. I had hundreds of stills and about two hours of video, most well 
watched. As the first grainy movie began to play I began to stroke. As 
the eight-year old moppet's head began to bounce up and down on a hairy 
cock my mind painted Patricia's puffy features and plump figure into the 
scene. I came hard and quick.

I worked late most of the next week and it was Thursday before I could 
get my bike out for a spin. I took a bruising bash through the woods 
then after lunching at a little vegetarian place that catered to the 
mountain bike crowd, headed home.

It was dusk before I approached my neighborhood. Hoping for another 
glimpse of Patricia I turned down her street.

I wasn't disappointed. She was sitting on her front stoop, pudgy chin 
resting in one hand, looking bored. She perked up when she saw me and 
hopped to her feet. She was wearing a short skirt that showed a lot of 
curvy white thigh. As she ran down the walk the light breeze picked it 
up and shot me a glimpse of white cotton little-girl panties.

I stopped the bike and smiled. She came up and we chatted a bit. When I 
told her how pretty she looked she beamed, dimples showing in her fat 
cheeks. She then did a pirouette that sent her skirt flying and left me 
with an image of that bubble butt snugly encased in cotton. As I made my 
good-byes and headed home my dick throbbed like a railroad spike.

It became a ritual over the next several weeks for me to stop on her 
street after my ride. Patricia was always waiting and always happy to 
see me. We would chat, sometimes for only a few minutes, once for half 
an hour. I made it a point to compliment her on her appearance each time.

It was a Saturday, three weeks after our first meeting when I squealed 
to a stop before her house. Patricia hopped joyfully to her feet. To my 
delight she wore a thin pair of cotton shorts, so short that they cut 
across just below her crotch and left a good portion of butt cheek 
exposed and thin enough to plainly make out the outline of her bald 
twat. I saw no panty lines.

She had taken perhaps three steps toward me when a muffled voice from 
inside the house stopped her. She shot me a soulful, cow eyed look then 
turned and entered the house. Hardly had the screen door banged shut 
behind her when a woman emerged and headed down the walk toward me. 'Oh 
shit' I thought.

The woman was in her late twenties with bleach bottle blond hair going 
to black at the roots. Like her daughter she was overweight, at least a 
hundred pounds. She wasn't gross with it though, managing to become more 
curvy rather than bulging. With her big tits and wide hips she exuded an 
air of sultry sluttiness as she sashayed toward me. An effect emphasized 
by her tight jeans and studs in her nose and lip.

She smiled as she approached, easing my anxiety somewhat. She had a stud 
in her tongue as well. She thrust out her hand. "I'm Lucy."

I took the offered hand and introduced myself.

"I wanted to thank you for taking the time to talk to Pat. We haven't 
been here that long and she doesn't have very many friends." She paused 
for a moment, appraising me. "She told me what you did to the group of 
kids picking on her."

I looked down at the ground then back up. I shrugged. "I don't like 
seeing anyone tormented."

She nodded and gave me a frank wide eyed stare. Her face was very cute, 
like her daughters. "She says you told her she was pretty."

I mumbled something about self esteem that seemed to satisfy her, then 
she dropped the bomb.

"She said you also told her she was sexy."

'Oh shit!'. My face colored. How to play this? Act affronted, deny 
saying it and ride off, never to come back? Laugh it off as a joke? Roll 
into a ball and whimper? I forced myself to meet her gaze. "I shouldn't 
have said that. I apologize. It wasn't an appropriate thing to say to a 
girl her age but it slipped out."

My relief was palpable when Lucy grinned wider, displaying even, white 
teeth. "No harm done. I just wanted to make sure she wasn't telling me 
tales." She bit her lip and then looked me up and down. "Pat really 
likes you and I do want to thank you for taking the time for her. Why 
don't you drop by for supper this evening say around six." Her face was 
slightly apprehensive now, an overweight if pretty woman who was used to 
being turned down.

I nodded. "I'd love too. Thank you."

Her smile lit the neighborhood.

I rode home on cloud nine. Hardly was I in the door before my cock was 
out. I didn't need porn this time. I dropped to the couch and whacked 
furiously, images of Patricia and her sexy mom playing before my eyes.

The day seemed to drag. I did some laundry and puttered around the house 
but couldn't keep my mind on anything. At four-thirty I showered and 
dressed then coaxed the old Justy down to the local super-mart.

I didn't know much about dinner dates and I knew less about wine but I 
did know that a gentleman traditionally brought wine to a dinner date. 
Thus I perused the wine isle for twenty minutes before finally buying a 
Merlot with a fancy label and a price tag to match.

I dropped the car at the house and then walked the block to Patricia and 
her mom's place. I was ten minutes early when I rang the bell.

Patricia answered in a frilly pink, little-girl dress that barely 
covered her butt. Her hair had been washed and styled with goldilox 
style tubular braids. A pair of pink ribbons matched her dress. She 
smiled up at me causing her dimples to emerge from her plump cheeks.

She turned, showing just a glimpse of tightly stretched panty and led me 
into the small house. The living room was clean but cluttered. Women's 
magazines were heaped on a scuffed coffee table. An old but comfortable 
looking couch faced a large television in a modish black lacquer 
entertainment center. Mismatched end tables held lots of cheap pewter 
sculptures, the kind where crystal is included somewhere. Unicorns and 
mythical mages seemed to predominate.

As soon as I stepped through the door the smell of tomato sauce and 
spices wafted to my nose. I hadn't eaten since breakfast and despite my 
apprehension my mouth began to water. It smelled good, very good.

Patricia led me to the couch then dropped down beside me with all the 
grace of a sack of potatoes. The move caused her short skirt to ride up, 
leaving her cotton covered cunny exposed. I must have stared overly long 
because when I looked up Patricia colored and pulled her dress down. 
Shit, my dick was getting hard.

Lucy stepped from the kitchen and took my breath away. If her daughter 
was cute in her outfit Lucy looked like a wet dream. She was wearing a 
tight, black knit dress that displayed all of her ample curves. It came 
to mid thigh but had a slit on each side nearly to her hip. The neckline 
plunged, showing a delightful acreage of cleavage.

She pretended shock at my open mouthed stare (I'd had little experience 
with women dressing sexily just for me) then smiled. She did a 360 and 
stopped facing me.

"You like?"

I nodded, my mouth still hanging open.

She giggled and scooped up the wine before heading back to the kitchen. 
"Dinner will be a little while. Patty can entertain you while I finish 
up." She seemed to throw an extra wiggle into those wide curvy hips as 
she vanished from sight.

We sat awkwardly for a moment then Patricia jumped up and ran down the 
hall that connected to one side of the living room. Her round little 
bottom jiggled under the fluttering hem of her short skirt. Before I 
could wonder much at her absence she was back with several books. She 
dropped down and snuggled up beside me.

The books were all teen romance type stuff. Pretty advanced for her age. 
A few were worn hardbacks but most were the cheaper all paper variety. 
Many had been signed by the authors which is what she wished to show me.

As we sat going through her treasures my hand naturally slipped around 
her waist. The combination of her leaning closer to point out this or 
that combined with truly enthusiastic wiggling caused my hand to slip 
lower by increments till it rested on the outward curve of her hip, 
directly atop the frilly lace of her skirt. In truth I didn't fight it 
much though I did keep one nervous eye on the kitchen door.

A book, precariously balanced on one of my thighs, began to slide toward 
the floor and the bubbly pre-teen lunged across me to grab it. When she 
did her dress rode up under my palm. Suddenly I had a handful of warm, 
round eight-year-old butt. It was soft and silky and only a thin layer 
of threadbare cotton separated it from my now sweaty palm.

Patricia definitely noticed the contact because she stopped in mid-word 
and stared at me owlishly. Inwardly cringing I awaited the scolding 
recrimination but after a moment the chubby little girl merely smiled 
and smoothed her skirt down over my hand. She picked up her monologue 
where she had left off without a hitch.

Fuck, she didn't mind me feeling her up. This was heady stuff. I cast a 
nervous eye on the kitchen door then began to concentrate on the 
wonderful, sexy ass that rested in the palm of my hand.

I kept still at first, then slowly, tentatively began to caress that 
young flesh. Damn, her butt was fine. I was glad for the heap of books 
in my lap. They hid a raging boner. I began to kneed that hot, fat 
little bottom, my hand creeping lower till my fingertips encountered her 
humid cleft. I pressed, pushing my fingers and the thin cotton of her 
panties into her crack.

Patricia was aware of my advances, several times her voice faltered as 
my explorations proceeded but she made no protest.

I brought my other hand up and rested it on her thigh just below her 
skirt. I let it rest a moment then began to massage and caress as I 
crept closer to her crotch. I paused for half a minute when I 
encountered the hem of her little girl dress then cautiously ventured 
beneath it. I kept on, making love to her inner thighs with my hand till 
one questing finger encountered the cotton encasing her girlhood.

I lightly traced the fat lips of her bald cunny through its fabric 
prison. It was like a small butt, smooth and round. Her slit was tightly 
sealed, the lips of her baby twat coming tightly together to protect 
their treasure.

Patricia stopped talking and leaned back against my chest. Her face was 
flushed and her breathing heavy.

My finger began to slide up and down her gooey groove, it might have 
been my imagination but I thought I felt just the hint of moisture.

A noise startled both of us. I had just enough time to jerk my hand from 
beneath Pat's frilly dress before the curvy form of her mother appeared 
in the doorway. Patricia started as well, sitting up so suddenly that a 
cascade of books slid to the floor.

Lucy stood with one hip out thrust and surveyed the situation, 
Patricia's flushed features, her labored breathing, and my hand still 
cupping her plump little butt.

I cringed, awaiting condemnation and outrage but Lucy merely smiled, 
"Dinner is ready."

The food tasted as good as it smelled, it was a tangy pasta with some 
kind of lemon garnish that added a lot. I had trouble concentrating on 
the meal however, at least the first part of it. Had Lucy not noticed my 
hand under her daughter's dress? As the conversation rolled on with no 
trace of recrimination I began to relax, she must not have noticed.

After clearing away the dishes we adjourned to the living room and began 
to demolish the wine. Even Patricia was allowed a small glass or two. 
Soon she was nodding and Lucy sent her off to bed.

Me and my sexy hostess were both a little tipsy when the bottom of the 
bottle finally appeared. She grinned, hopped up (this action itself 
causing that slit to do amazing things) and vanished into the kitchen. 
She returned in less than a minute with two tumblers, a sliced lemon and 
a bottle of tequila. The evening was officially going downhill.

We were on the couch a short while later chatting about inanities. With 
the first warmth of the liquor flowing through my veins I slid my arm 
around her. She smiled and leaned closer. In less than a minute our lips 
met.

It was tentative at first but soon we were both sucking face hungrily. 
She moaned into my mouth as our tongues dueled in that no-man's-land 
between our teeth. My hands slid up and around her ample back. The soft 
knit of her dress slid smoothly across the even softer warmth of her 
skin. I caressed her back a moment, my hands gliding from her shoulder 
blades to the knobby projections of her spine. One hand slid lower till 
it encountered the outward curve of her ass.

We backed off after a minute or so of solid lip-lock and stared into 
each other's eyes. After a moment I leaned forward and kissed her cute 
nose. I bussed her briefly on her bee-stung lips then dropped down to 
kiss and then lick the hollow of her throat. I might not have known how 
to talk to women but my body knew what to do when I caught one. I was on 
autopilot. Lucy moaned when I shoved my face into her cleavage.

I mouthed and sucked the upper slope of her breasts before sending my 
tongue on a recon mission between them. With my teeth I pulled on the 
fabric of her dress till a nipple popped free. I fastened my mouth to it 
and sucked as it hardened in my mouth.

She moaned and pushed forward, trying to shove more tit into my mouth. 
The force overbalanced me and I fell backward onto the sofa pulling her 
atop me. Her weight was nothing more than a comfortable softness and I 
kept sucking those sexy tits. My hands slid down till they encountered 
the soft flesh of her thighs and then slid back up across her round ass. 
I slid them down till they encountered the slits in the fabric and 
massaged the soft skin exposed there. Slowly I slid under the slits and 
upward, tunneling beneath the flap of fabric covering her ass. She wore 
nothing beneath the dress and the feel of hot, sexy butt made my cock lunge.

I switched tits and sucked some more. Her breasts were soft, warm 
pillows on my face, the nipples hard little nubbins that provided a 
feast for tongue and gently nipping teeth.

After a while I pulled on that big, sexy butt. Lucy got the message and 
sat up astride me. She eased forward till her thighs were either side of 
my ears and her sexy muff was suspended over my face. I pushed the soft 
fabric of her dress aside and got my first look at her twat. The outer 
lips were puffy and round, her inner labia barely protruded at all. A 
light dew of arousal glistened in her slit. The whole was baby butt bald.

I gave a tug and pulled her cunt to my face. Her smell was musky and 
strong, not unpleasant just earthy and primal. I kissed each smooth, fat 
lip before trying to suck the whole into my mouth. I sent my tongue out 
and found her throbbing clit. I beat it up a little then ventured into 
her slit. Fuck she tasted good. I detected just a hint of cherry douche, 
a fine touch that. She'd prepared for sex.

I'd intended to eat her to orgasm, I've been told by some of the few 
women I've slept with that I'm better with my tongue than my cock, but 
Lucy wasn't playing that game. I'd just gotten started good when her 
twat pulled off my tongue with a sucking sensation. She knelt, 
straddling me, for a second then swung off to stand beside the couch. 
Our eyes' met for a smoldering moment then she licked her lips and 
attacked my zipper.

My belt landed somewhere in the middle of the floor then my pants and 
briefs were tugged past my knees. My cock flopped free. I'm not overly 
endowed but have an honest six inches with a respectable girth. Lucy 
smiled like a lioness then bent over and swallowed me in a gulp.

I groaned and arched my back as my prick slid down her silky throat. She 
held me deep for a second then rose up till only the head was in her 
mouth. Her stud rasped enticingly over the sensitive helmet as she 
lapped at the dick in her mouth. A few seconds of this and it was down 
the hatch again.

I reached put to stroke her hair as she bobbed up and down. Shit, she 
was good. I knew I wasn't going to last long in that hot mouth. When she 
took me all the way in again and then began to swallow around my prick 
while her stud rasped across my balls I thought the jig was up.

Abruptly her mouth came off my cock. She straightened, took two steps 
and straddled the arm of the couch with her big butt facing outward. She 
swept her dress aside with one hand and then turned to stare at me. Her 
tongue lathed her lips in anticipation.

It was an invitation I had no wish to ignore. I stood and shucked my 
pants and briefs then stepped up behind her. Fuck, that ass was 
beautiful. I gently stroked it then nudged my cock up and down her crack 
before dropping down to the target. Her bald mound was a swamp. Lube now 
slicked the inside of her thighs.

A shock went through us both as my prick touched her twat for the first 
time. I ran the head up and down her sexy bareness till her juices 
dripped from my balls then nudged her petals open. I'd intended to ease 
inside slowly, savoring the first penetration but I was not the master 
of events. As soon as Lucy felt my cock nudge inside that sexy butt 
lunged backwards. We both groaned as I slid in balls deep.

I stayed there a moment, leaning forward to kiss her neck and lick at 
one dainty ear. My hands slid around to hold those big tits. I began to 
nibble at her earlobe as I withdrew and sunk in again. She moaned and 
threw her head back. My mouth followed the line of her jaw then our lips 
met in a deep soul kiss as the fucking commenced.

We were both too turned on for subtlety and were soon rutting like a 
pair of mongrels. She was a bitch in heat and I was a stiff cock without 
a thought in my head but to dump my nut. I released her tits and dropped 
down to grip her around the waist. Our flesh slapped together faster and 
faster as we fucked like bunnies. Her big butt jiggled wonderfully as my 
stomach slapped into it at the bottom of each stroke.

Lucy threw back her head and howled as she came for the first time. I 
was close and the clamping action of her spasming twat almost pushed me 
over the edge but I held on and kept screwing. My male ego was pleased 
that I'd gotten her off. I picked up the pace as she leaned her head 
back against my shoulder. Her mouth was open and inarticulate little 
sounds issue forth with each drive of my dick.

Her cries picked up as she neared her second orgasm. I was determined to 
join and speeded up yet again. Sweat stung my eyes as my dick became a 
blur. Lucy's smoldering cunt pulled and sucked.

The crescendo came quickly. She screamed her second cum and this time 
the clasping of her clenching pussy set me off. My bull roar joined her 
voice as I dumped her tight pussy full of steaming spunk.

Like a machine with the power cut, we ramped down slowly. I made another 
half dozen thrusts then rested against her, my softening dick still 
trapped in her velvet box.

Afterwards we cuddled on the couch. I nuzzled her cheek and kissed her 
cute nose before dropping down to suck gently at her bee-stung lips.

She smiled up at me, "Now that was a great fuck."

"It was pretty good for me too my lady. I hope we didn't wake Patricia"

"Really?" Here eyes' twinkled in mischief. "It wouldn't have turned you 
on to look up and see her standing in the doorway diddling her little 
cunny while she watched us rut? Did you mean it when you said she was sexy?"

I was still struggling for an answer to that when she slid from beneath 
me and stood, straightening her dress. She grinned down at me, "Come on."

Puzzled, I rose and padded after her. We went down the hall and paused 
at Pat's door. Lucky eased it open and stepped into the darkness. I 
hesitated a moment and followed. I didn't know where this ride was going 
but I had zero desire to get off.

Patricia was lying on her side and stomach, the sheet knotted around 
her. Enough of her was exposed to prove her sleeping attire consisted of 
only a pair of worn panties.

Lucy grinned at me then reached down to fist my cock. She released me 
and stepped around the bed. Gently she eased the sheet aside to expose 
her daughter's panty covered bottom. She began to stroke that fat little 
butt then looked up at me. "C'mon over and have a feel. You seemed to 
enjoy it earlier."

Shit, she had noticed where my hand had been. Like a robot I stepped 
around to stand beside her.

"Don't worry, she sleeps like a log."

Together our hand's molested Pat's bubble butt for a moment then Lucy 
knelt beside the bed. The cotton, little girl panties were old and 
threadbare in several places. Lucy's nails found one of them and there 
was a ripping sound as she tore open her daughter's panties. She pulled 
again, tearing till only the elastic waist and leg bands remained amid 
tattered fragments. Pat's smooth, white, eight-year-old ass was bare to 
our gaze.

Lucy grinned up at me then dipped down to kiss her daughter's butt. My 
cock lurched. Fuck! She planted several kisses then licked the length of 
that juvenile crack.

Her hand found mine and she gave a tug. I sank to my knees alongside 
her. She planted several more kisses on her daughter's ass then leaned 
aside and looked at me with a smoldering grin.

I leaned down and brought my lips to that butt I had been fantasizing 
about for the last month. The flesh was soft and oh so smooth. I trailed 
my lips across the roundness and then down into her crack before moving 
up and over the other cheek I retraced my path planting kisses as I went 
then let my tongue out for a taste.

Lucy pulled gently on Pat's legs, scissoring them open. Suddenly her 
bald little cunny popped into view between her chubby thighs. Lucy 
nuzzled my ear and whispered huskily, "Lick her pussy. Lick her little 
baby pussy."

Fuck me I did. Under her mother's hot gaze I traced Pat's fat little 
lips with my tongue. Her twat looked like a small butt, with no trace of 
clitoris or inner lips. I soaked the smoothness with spit, several times 
pausing to pry the lips open with the tip on my tongue but always 
stopping at just a taste of the spices within.

Lucy's head pushed mine aside and she began to eat her daughter's pussy. 
Her tongue fluttered across the lips before pushing in between and 
penetrating to a good depth. Fuck! She was licking her daughter's hymen.

She pulled out and used her hands to spread Pat's soft ass cheeks. Lucy 
stared for a moment then grinned at me. "She's got a pretty asshole."

Before I could respond her head went down again. She kissed all around 
her daughter's lower opening then began to spiral in with her tongue. 
For thirty seconds she rimmed that little pink hole then stiffened her 
tongue and pushed into her sleeping daughter's ass. Once, twice, three 
times she pushed her muscular tongue into that sexy little butthole. The 
last time she went deeper, forcing the broader part of her tongue past 
that little sphincter.

Pat groaned and stirred in her sleep. Reluctantly her mother withdrew. 
She planted a last kiss on her daughter's chubby bottom and then pulled 
the sheet back over her charms. She stood and took me by the hand 
tugging me toward the hall. "This time I want it up my ass!"

Pat seemed delighted to see me at the breakfast table the next morning. 
She gave me a quick hug then settled down to shovel scrambled eggs into 
her mouth. Between mouthfuls she spoke, "Mom, I need some more panties. 
Mine are wearing out." Lucy was at the stove. She kept her head down, 
"Okay dear, we'll see about it."

We had fucked into the small hours, Lucy and I. I awoke with aching 
balls, head, and conscience. I couldn't tell how Lucy felt about what we 
had done the night before but she had spoken very little since we awoke 
so I figured about the same.

I excused myself after breakfast and set out for home. I hoped to see 
Lucy again but figured the guilt of what we'd done under alcoholic 
influence would come between us. I'd probably never hear from her again. 
I chalked it up as one hell of a one night stand as I unlocked the door 
to the house.

I slept some more then puttered around the house doing nothing much. I 
was settling in to watch a late afternoon movie when the phone rang.

I answered with ill grace. I figured it was a damn solicitor. I hate 
those bastards with a passion normally reserved for lawyers and liberal 
supreme court justices.

"Hello!", I growled.

"Well nice to hear from you too." It was Lucy.

I quickly apologized, explaining myself.

"I guess I'll forgive you this time. Look I've got something to ask you 
would it be alright if I dropped by for a minute?"

I said it would and gave her directions. I pondered for a moment then 
began to make an effort to clean up the mess that is my homes normal 
state. It was a hopeless task. All I'd managed to do when the doorbell 
rang was to get the dirty underwear out of sight. What can I say. I'm a 
bachelor.

Lucy was wearing jeans and a tee. They looked like they'd been sprayed 
on and showed her ample curves to delightful protection.

I cringed as she surveyed the disaster that was my living room but 
relaxed somewhat when she turned back to me with a smile. "I've got a 
proposition for you that might help us both out."

It turned out that she'd been offered a better shift at work. She was a 
waitress. The problem was Patricia. The new shift would be night and 
evening work. She was working days now while Pat attended a day camp 
sponsored by the city. The new shift meant more money but the day camp 
shut down at five. Her proposal was having Pat stay with me in the 
evenings. I wasn't to think of it as baby sitting, more like having an 
evening maid. Pat was an accomplished house cleaner she said. She went 
on that I might even consider giving the girl 10-20 dollars a week for 
spending money if she did a good job.

We kicked it around a bit with me finally agreeing to a weeks trial. 
What can I say I'm easy. The thought of seeing that sexy little pre-teen 
more probably had a bearing as well. Lucy grinned and gave me a quick 
kiss then she was gone.

I worked late the next day, having completely forgotten about the 
agreement so I was surprised when the Justy wheezed into the driveway to 
see Patricia sitting on my stoop. Shit, I kicked myself in the butt for 
forgetting. Gonna have to talk to the boss. I got out of the car and 
went to apologize to my new housekeeper.

She stood as I approached. She was wearing a knee length raincoat which 
I thought odd since no rain threatened. I shrugged it off and let her 
in, following her through the door.

I dropped my keys and briefcase on the coffee table then headed for the 
kitchen, asking over my shoulder what she wanted to eat. When I didn't 
get a response I turned to ask again and stopped in my tracks.

Patricia stood in the center of the room, surveying my mess with a near 
awe look on her face. That wasn't what grabbed my attention though. 
She'd removed the raincoat and draped it over a chair. Underneath it she 
wore only a ridiculously tiny French-maid outfit. The tiny skirt barely 
covered her twat and left the lower cheeks exposed when she was standing 
still. Any movement bared her plump cotton encased cunny and did 
delightful things to the rear view as well.

Pat noticed my stare and smiled, her dimples winked cutely. "You like my 
outfit?" She pirouetted, giving me a fantastic look at her charms. 
"Mommy said this is what maids wear. She made it for me."

I tucked my tongue in, picked up my jaw and nodded. "You look very 
pretty in it."

She practically beamed.

Lucy hadn't lied about her daughter's cleaning abilities. The child set 
right to work. At first she was constantly asking where everything went 
but after a while she got a feel for my storage habits, when I store 
that is, and began to deduce on her own.

I tried to work some on the computer but the sight of pat constantly 
bending and twisting in that skirt was too much distraction. Twice 
during the evening I had to go to the bathroom and jerk off.

It was a little after eleven when Lucy finally rang the bell to collect 
her daughter. As Pat slipped past her out the door Lucy looked at me 
with a grin. "So how did the first evening go?"

I looked to make sure Patricia's, again raincoat clad, back was to me 
then pulled Lucy in for a quick, passionate kiss. She looked surprised 
but not offended. As she turned to go she said, "By the way. I'm 
expecting a reciprocation on my dinner invite."

The next several days were damned interesting. I started coming in 
earlier so I could be home by the time Pat arrived. By Wednesday she had 
worked a miracle on my house. Surfaces that had once groaned under 
several months worth of junk mail and other debris now glistened under a 
fresh coat of pledge. Bits and pieces of various projects were now 
boxed, organized and neatly packed on the shelves of my closets. The 
floors had been swept and mopped.

Seeing the house cleaned up reminded me just how shabby my furnishings 
were. Most had been purchased in thrift shops as quick expedients when I 
moved in. In the press of work replacements had quickly been forgotten. 
Now I started thinking about maybe getting some new stuff.

Of course a clean house wasn't the only result of the three days. I damn 
near wore out my dick whacking off. Patricia's chubby ass and bald twat 
peeking out beneath that tiny skirt had me in a state of near constant 
arousal.

I had a surprise when Pat showed up on Thursday. She doffed her raincoat 
and did a little spin. In place of the cotton little girl panties she 
normally wore were a pair of black lace bikini panties. They weren't 
quite a thong but with only a pouch for her fat little twat in front and 
a high cut that left a good portion of creamy cheek exposed in the rear 
they didn't miss that category by far either.

She was so proud of them. Standing in front of me she held her skirt up 
to let me get a good front view then turned around and did the same with 
the rear. She looked at me over her shoulder. "Aren't they pretty? Mommy 
bought them for me."

I gulped and smiled at her. "Very pretty honey. And you look pretty and 
sexy in them."

It was only the second time I had told her she was sexy. She beamed.

There was very little for her to do now. She swept and mopped the floors 
again then washed up the few dirty dishes. She then came back into the 
living room where I was channel surfing and asked what else needed doing.

I laughed and told her to have a seat. She dropped down beside then 
snuggled in close. I leaned over and kissed the top of her head and when 
she looked up I gave her an innocent bus on the lips.

I found a movie we both liked and we settled in. I slid my right arm 
around her chubby frame and pulled her in close. Soon my hand was 
wandering. She sighed as I caressed her thigh. Slowly I moved higher 
till I encountered that tiny skirt. I paused there a moment then 
wandered beneath. When I came to her tiny panties I caressed the soft 
lace for a moment then slid down to massage the inside of her thigh just 
a fingers width from her silk covered pussy.

I sensed her look up at me but I kept my eyes on the TV. After a moment 
her gaze returned to the screen. She shifted a little then her legs 
parted slightly to give me better access.

I transferred my fingertips to the opposite side and caressed the soft 
flesh of her inner thigh. I withdrew after a moment and traced her panty 
line till I was sliding down the soft flesh of her big round little-girl 
butt. Working slowly I eased my fingers between the upholstery and that 
soft, sexy ass.

I wanted better access so I leaned down and gave her a kiss on the cheek 
then slid both hands around her and lifted her onto my lap. Now both 
hands could get into the act. As my right hand continued to massage and 
caress her butt my left rubbed her thighs for a moment before sliding 
beneath her skirt.

She was at ease and made no complaint. As fingers again began to dance 
in her crotch she leaned back against my chest. Her hair just brushed my 
chin.

I rubbed both thighs then eased a finger out onto the puffy sexiness of 
her silk covered twat. Another followed and I began to slowly rub her 
little pussy. Shit! She was sexy. My cock hardened and rose to press 
into the cleft of her buttocks.

After a time I started to concentrate on the sweet slit between those 
puffy lips. I rubbed up and down, slowly increasing the pressure till 
the lips parts slightly and finger and silk ventured slightly inside.

She was making soft whimpering noises and breathing hard. Her little 
butt shifted around my cock creating delightful sensations. My right 
hand was still caressing her right cheek right up to her panties. Now 
the fingers slid beneath her panties and quested across that soft 
roundness till I encountered her humid crack. She lifted slightly and I 
leaned back further, pulling her with me. I slid one finger up her crack 
till it slid into the tiny dimple of her bottom. She started as my 
finger slid across her anus but calmed down and when I kissed the top of 
her head.

She looked up at me and I dipped and kissed her cute nose. She giggled. 
As my fingers continued to molest the innocent child I kissed each of 
her eyelids. My lips met hers in a little closed mouth kiss then slid up 
her jaw line. I kissed her dainty earlobe then upward to kiss inside her 
ear. Slowly my tongue slid out and began to explore its intricate folds.

I could now feel definite moisture seeping between her little cunt lips. 
I speeded up my two finger massage of her cunny. A soft 'oh' escaped her 
lips as my right fingers again encountered her little asshole and began 
to massage and tease it.

I mouthed and tongued her ear as my fingers continued to play with her 
bottom and pussy. Patricia began to move, hunching her little pussy up 
and down on my fingers. Her little moans were coming faster and sharper 
now. I increased the pressure on her bald little twat and sped up again. .

Abruptly she lifted her butt completely off my lap and went rigid. Her 
mouth opened and a shriek that shook the windows issued forth. She was 
cuming, probably for the first time in her life, and cuming hard.

I kept my fingers at work for long seconds, holding her on that 
wonderful scary peak, then eased off and let her come down.

She collapsed bonelessly into my lap. I hugged her to me and showered 
her face with kisses, telling her what a sweet girl she was. When she 
had returned to Earth and finally opened her eyes I gave her final 
gentle kiss and told her to watch the movie while I took a shower.

In truth I did need a shower but there were more urgent matters to 
attend to. I closed the bathroom and stripped off as the water warmed 
up. I stepped into the tub and pulled the curtain closed behind me. I 
wet down my hair then dumped a dollop of shampoo into my hand. Most 
actually went into my hair but the remnants were used to lube up my iron 
hard dick. Groaning I took matters into my hand and was soon stroking 
for relief.

I was just getting up to speed when I felt a brief breeze and the shower 
curtain billowed. Someone had opened the bathroom door. There was only 
one someone here other than me. I had just enough time to turn my back 
to the curtain before a chubby little figure in a tiny French-maid 
costume slid it back.

"Maids are supposed to help people take baths too. I saw it in a movie." 
When I said nothing she leaned over and grabbed the soap and slowly 
began to lather up my back.

Being nearly caught had caused my cock to lose much of its stiffness but 
when she finished lathering my back and moved down onto my ass It came 
back quickly. She soaped up the muscular masses of my buttocks then I 
felt a small hand slide down onto my thigh. The hand slid between my 
legs and fingertips brushed my balls. The contact was tentative at first 
but she slowly grew bolder. In short order she was weighing my bag in 
one small hand. Gently she enfolded on testicle then the other. Behind 
my back I heard her giggle.

I fought a small war with myself then slowly turned to face her. Her 
beaming gaze met mine then her eyes strayed lower. They widened and she 
gave a little gasp as she took in my again rampant cock.

A hand came up then stopped. She looked up at me and at my slight nod 
reached out and touched the head of my prick. She jerked back at this 
first contact then with a giggle reached out and traced the length of 
it. I let her explore my cock and soon she was trying to get her hand 
around it. It wouldn't completely reach but she could grip it.

She held my dick for a moment. When it seemed she was going to do 
nothing else I gently covered her hand with my own and began to slowly 
masturbate with her hand. She colored and giggled again but she picked 
up the rhythm and when I removed my hand she continued to whack.

I groaned and surrendered to the child's handjob. She picked up on my 
groans and began to pick up the pace. Soon her little fist was flying up 
and down my prick. She stared at it, her tongue poking from one side of 
her mouth in concentration.

I felt my balls tighten and knew I was about to blow. Not wanting to cum 
on the child I pulled my prick from her gasp and turned toward the back 
of the tub. Two strokes and I was spraying a massive load all over the 
mildewed tile. Patricia stood and stared in fascination as my dick 
spewed spurt after scalding spurt.

When Lucy clicked up my walk we were both on the couch. Pat jumped up 
and met her mother at the door. The two embraced them the plump little 
girl pulled on her raincoat, shot me a grin and stepped past her mother 
into the darkness.

I stood and walked up to where Lucy grinned at me. "How did you like my 
little surprise?" She asked.

She yelped when I pulled her to me and crushed her mouth with mine. We 
kissed with fervent passion for long seconds then I yanked her fully 
into the house and pushed her over the arm of a recliner.

Her uniform slacks were beltless polyester. The type of sexless garment 
tailored to show nothing of the shape beneath it. In Lucy's case it was 
hopeless she just had too much shape to hide. I found the catch and 
opened her pants the nylon zipper rasped as it was nearly ripped open. A 
second later the pants were at her knees. She wore pantyhose beneath and 
these followed as quickly.

I was wearing only the white plush robe I'd donned after my shower and a 
pair of briefs. I swept the robe aside and dropped the briefs only far 
enough to free my dick. Without any preliminaries I lined up and sank 
balls deep into Lucy's bald sex. I grasped her hips and began to drill 
for oil, fucking with wild abandon.

Through the window I could see Patricia on the curb, waiting for her 
mother. Lucy moaned and wiggled against me as I picked up the pace. The 
slap, slap of our bodies was the only other sound.

Pat stomped one foot and turned to look impatiently at the house. I 
fucked faster, my dick a blur. I could feel Lucy's pussy spasming around 
my dick. Fuck lube was running down her thigh.

Patricia shook her head and started back toward the house. When she was 
halfway up the walk I felt Lucy's silky twat clutch at me in orgasm. She 
bit the backrest upholstery of the recliner to stifle her cries. Her 
clenching cunt set off my own cum and I blew her bald twat full of cum.

Lucy barely got her pants up before Patricia pulled open the screen 
door. "What are you guys doing in here?"

"Nothing hon, we're just talking. I'll be right behind you."

As Pat turned and trudged back toward the street Lucy pulled me into a 
clench so tight our teeth clicked audibly. She smiled as we separated. 
"I have to surprise you more often."

She did too. The next afternoon to be exact. When Patricia stepped 
through the door she seemed nervous and unsure of herself. I told her I 
had some cookies and milk and to hang up her raincoat and join me in the 
kitchen.

When she appeared in the tiny nook that passed for that area in my house 
she was walking very carefully and seemed even more nervous.

"Are you alright honey? Is anything wrong?"

She shook her head in negation and minced for a chair but I came around 
the table and stopped her. I took her little chin in my hand and raised 
her face to mine. "What is it?"

She said nothing but I had a hunch. I dropped to my knees and before she 
could protest lifted that tiny skirt. Bald twat stared at me. She was 
wearing no panties at all. My dick lurched as I looked up at Pat's 
fearful face.

"Oh honey that is so pretty. You look even sexier this way."

She brightened, "Really?"

"Really, really." I pushed her away gently. "Turn around."

She did, taking it on herself to raise her skirt so I could get a full 
view of her fat little butt.

"Oh Patricia you have such pretty butt."

She looked back over her shoulder at me, "Is it sexy?"

I leaned in and planted a kiss on it. "Very sexy."

She giggled and turned to face me, "you kissed my butt."

"I like kissing sexy things. Let's eat those cookies."

After we finished the milk and cookies Patricia insisted on cleaning and 
putting away the dishes. She then cleaned up the little clutter I had 
made since last night and swept the floors. I had finally managed to 
convince that floors do not need to be mopped daily. As I watched her 
work I marveled, and not just at the frequent glimpses of sexy little 
girl butt I got, but at her work ethic. She actually seemed to be proud 
to be my maid.

After she finished we played with my computer for a while then ended up 
on the couch with another movie. Patricia settled onto my lap of her own 
accord. I kissed the top of her head and hugged her to me. I was looking 
forward to fingering that bare little twat but was actually feeling a 
little inhibited knowing she was bare under that tiny skirt.

Patricia was having none of it. She spread her legs. When I didn't 
immediately react she picked up my hand and dropped it onto her thigh.

Okay, I got the message. I caressed her thigh briefly before easing 
beneath her skirt and letting my fingers play over her puffy twat. Fuck 
she was sexy. I pulled my hand out and licked my fingers to lubricate 
them then slid in under her dress again. I massaged her little cunny for 
several minutes then teased open her lips and ventured one finger 
inside. It was tight, damn tight. I began to gently fuck a fingertip in 
and out of her, going a little deeper each time. In a minute I was in up 
to my second knuckle. I was going no deeper because the tip of the 
invading digit came up against the taut surface of her hymen.

She had been leaning back against my chest, enjoying the leisurely pace 
of her molestation. When my fingertip touched her maidenhead she sat 
upright and looked down at where my finger vanished into her body then 
twisted to look up at me.

I smiled at her and kissed her nose as I gently backed away from her 
cherry. I began to finger fuck her in slow, shallow strokes. She was 
lubing now and my finger slid in and out easier. I tried adding a second 
finger but she was still too tight for that.

Abruptly I pulled out of her completely and gently slid her off my lap. 
She looked up at me quizzically. I simply smiled and kissed her gently 
on the lips before sliding off the couch to kneel in front of her. I 
slid my hands up those smooth thighs till I was grasping her buttocks 
and eased her forward till she was sitting on the edge of the cushion.

I kissed each of her pretty knees then began to kiss and tongue bath her 
thighs, trying to miss nothing as I worked my way up. She was ticklish 
here and began to fidget as I moved further up. I began to alternate 
feather light licks with harder, deeper laps, pausing often to suck her 
soft flesh into my mouth.

When I passed the hemline of her skirt she began breathing hard and 
wiggling more. She began to hunch at my face, trying to shove her bald 
little prize into the path of my questing tongue. I smiled to myself and 
deftly avoided her cunny even as I moved closer to it. When I gently 
drug my tongue down the folds that separated her thighs from the soft, 
sensitive flesh of her crotch I heard her gasp and a hand fell onto my 
head and was soon trying to tug me.

I relented and let her guide me. Her pelvis rotated and then her twat 
rose to meet me even as her hand pulled down. I kissed her little cunny 
then blew a zoober on it. The latter brought a shriek of outrage but I 
silenced it by dragging my tongue up her hot little slot.

She tasted good, musky with just a hint of the oily, fishy taste that 
mature women develop. She gasped and pulled at my hair when I forced the 
muscular tip of my tongue inside her and licked the intact surface of 
her hymen. I gently set up a pussy eating rhythm that had my tongue 
lathing the outside of her fat little twat then dipping inside for a 
half dozen shallow strokes before pulling out to start anew. She began 
to tremble and her soft, plump little thighs squeezed my head in time 
with my lapping tongue.

I quested upward for her clit but the hood was still enclosed by her 
plump outer lips and she was too tight that high up for me to make much 
headway. She enjoyed the effort though, from the way she pulled my hair 
I'd have bald spots if she enjoyed it much more.

I added gentle love bites on fat little outer labia to my routine and 
she began to climb the walls. When I looked up her head was thrown back 
and her mouth was hanging open. She was breathing very rapidly.

I dove in for the kill, picking up the pace, lick, stab, stab, stab, 
lick bite. I let her keening little squeaks and the squeezing of her 
thighs be my guide, modifying my assault to heighten her reaction.

It was a tactic that paid dividends. In less than five minutes she was 
trying to crush my skull like a zit and pulling on my hair hard enough 
to make sure it was a bald zit. I doubled my pace and in spare seconds 
she tipped over into a shattering orgasm.

I eagerly sucked out the tiny amount of little girl cum she produced. It 
wasn't much but the taste was ambrosia. When I had licked and sucked her 
dry I eased her back on the couch and gave her plump, hairless pussy a 
kiss before pulling her little skirt down over it. I then stood and went 
to the kitchen.

When I returned with two cold sodas she was just starting to come 
around. She looked at me vacantly at first then struggled up to accept 
the soda from my hand. She drank half of it then settled back and closed 
her eyes. She passed into the realm of sleep so quickly that I had to 
lunge for her glass.

I found a blanket in a hall closet where she had carefully folded and 
stored it and gently covered her then traipsed to the bathroom and 
jerked myself into the sink. Relieved, I tucked myself into the recliner 
I had fucked Lucy over the night before and slept myself.

When I awoke it was nearly dusk. Patricia stood by my chair. She had a 
thumb in her mouth and her skirt pulled up over her waist. Her free hand 
was slowly rubbing her bald little slot. She stared at me with an 
expectant look but said nothing.

I smiled and leaned over, grasping her around the waist with both hands. 
It was a struggle but I lifted her and swung her over so her feet were 
on the chair arms and her drooling little slit was in my face. I then 
dug in and ate her to a shattering orgasm that left her a boneless, 
quivering lump of pudgy flesh pooled in my lap.

I fixed us a light supper of sandwiches with soda for her and beer for 
myself. I then set up my old Nintendo and we played games for an hour or 
so. Later I watched the news while she dozed on her stomach before the 
TV. Her tiny skirt had ridden up, leaving most of that plump, 
little-girl butt bare. The varying light from the TV played on it in the 
darkened room, making it appear as perfect and white as alabaster.

I slid off the couch and crawled to her. I leaned down and gently traced 
the curve of one bubble cheek with my nose. The flesh was cool to the 
touch and slightly bumpy from goose bumps brought on by the evening air. 
I kissed the opposite cheek, my arousal growing, then took a long slow 
lap across both with the flat of my tongue. This was good butt.

Patricia murmured but remained asleep as I lathed both of those plump 
cheeks with saliva. When her fat little buns glistened I used my nose to 
pry her cheeks apart then drug my snout the full length of it. Her smell 
was not offensive, she was clean, it was instead a dank, musty smell 
with a metallic undertone. Her high cheeks were like silk on my lower face.

I zeroed on her anal pucker and poked at it with my nose. The opening 
was tightly sealed and I made little progress by that method. I probed 
at it with just the tip of my tongue. As I gently rimmed her she stirred 
a little more. I wet her little bumhole down well then began to apply 
pressure. Ever so slowly her muscles relaxed.

She came awake with a jerk as my tongue pushed into her ass. 
Disorientation held her for a second then she craned her neck and looked 
back over her shoulder.

"Ohhhhh, Th-th-th that's n-n-nasty. Oh! You sh-sh-shouldn't do 
th-th-that." She was silent a moment then, "D-d-d-don't s-s-st-stop. Oh 
that's n-n-nasty."

She dropped her head, pillowing it on her arms and slowly began to hump 
her plump little butt at my ass-raping tongue. I reached between her 
legs and began to diddle her fat little cunny while I dined on her butt. 
She really began to get into it then, moaning and thrashing about. I 
shoved a finger inside and began to gently stroke her cherry but 
withdrew after a moment. She was moving about so much I feared she'd 
take her own virginity on my finger!

I sped up my multiple attacks and the child went berserk. I finally had 
to pull my finger from her twat and sue both hands to hold her butt 
still. I drove deep, drilling for oil in a series of tongue dives that 
sent her screaming over the top. She went limp and I got up and went to 
see if any of the neighbors had called the cops.

When Lucy showed up me and Pat were playing a game of Parcheesi on the 
floor. Patricia jumped and ran to meet her mother, her bare little 
bottom doing marvelous things under that ridiculous skirt.

As Pat donned her raincoat I considered jumping Lucy's bones again but a 
whack off session after eating her daughter's ass and two beers since 
had left me with an empty gun. Lucy looked haggard anyway, rough night 
at work I guess.

I took my bike out for a bruising trail bash the next morning. So 
bruising I ended up walking it back with a flat tire and a bent rim. I 
hadn't escaped without damage either and it was after eleven before me 
and the bike limped onto Lucy and Patricia's street.

Mother and daughter were out front doing a bit of gardening. Both were 
wearing painted on nylon shorts that left a bit of cheek exposed. An 
elderly neighbor across the street was ogling them while pretending to 
water his lawn. I wondered which one her was ogling the most.

Pat jumped up and ran down the walk to meet me. She pulled up short, 
"You broke your bike."

I reached out and tussled her hair, "Yes, I broke my bike."

We chatted as we walked to where Lucy stood smiling.

"I wanted to give you a dinner invite. Say about 6:30."

Lucy smiled as Pat jumped up and down in anticipation, "That sound good."

I showered then loaded the injured bike into the Justy. I could've taken 
just the rim but the chain was skipping badly in several gears as well. 
I dropped the beast off at the bike shop then headed for the local 
supermarket. One thing I was not was a cook.

Luckily the place had a pretty well equipped deli. I ended up dropping 
seventy-five bucks for a roast with all the trimmings and two bottles of 
wine. On impulse I picked up some candles at the register.

On the way home I spied a liquor store and popped in to pick up a bottle 
of Tequila. I hoped I had some lemons.

The remainder of the afternoon should have been taken up by 
housecleaning but thanks to my sexy little maid there was nothing to be 
cleaned. I tried to watch an old western but simply couldn't generate 
much interest. I ended up surfing for porn till I heard heels on the walk.

I met them at the door and damn near fainted. Mother and daughter were 
in identical white sheath dresses that came to the knees and hugged like 
a second skin. A slit came to mid thigh on each. It was obvious that 
neither wore anything beneath them. Lucy's nipples stood out like 
bullets. Shit, they'd worn that all the way over here. I looked out the 
door past them expecting to see several car crashes and at least three 
busy bodies furiously dialing the cops. What I saw was Lucy's battered 
Tempo sitting on the curb.

Mollified I let them in and made small talk while laying out the food. 
Pat still felt the need to play the maid and did much of it. She even 
brought me and her mother a glass of wine each as we chatted on the couch.

Dinner was alright, not grand but alright, supermarket deli folk are not 
great cooks. After the meal the wine flowed freely. Pat was allowed one 
glass and sneaked several more. By nine she was a giggly mass of 
protoplasm wiggling around on the floor. I scooped her up and carried 
her to my bed then rejoined her mother on the couch.

This time there were fewer preliminaries, in minutes Lucy had lost her 
dress and I my pants. My curvy guest knelt between my knees and 
proceeded to give me royal head to completion. I then ate her pussy and 
delectable tush to an orgasm that forced her to bellow her pleasure to 
the night.

As we rested up for round two we cuddled on the couch. Lucy rested her 
head on my sweaty chest and toyed with my sticky dick.

"Did you enjoy my other surprise?"

"I thought it was Pat's surprise."

Lucy giggled, "It was my idea. My little darling was horrified. She 
thought you only liked looking at her panties."

I shifted uncomfortably. Despite Lucy's casual manner I was still 
uncomfortable with discussing a lust for a eight-year-old girl with the 
child's mother!

Lucy kissed my sweaty chest and looked up at me. "You do like looking at 
her bald little twat don't you. You like that white, round ass too."

My cock twitched, Lucy went on.

"Did you get a good look?"

I met her gaze and nodded.

"Tell me about it? What did you do? Did you finger her?"

I nodded again.

Was she awake this time?"

"Yes."

"Did you eat her?"

I colored but jerked a nod after a moment.

Lucy dug a finger into her own fat mound. "Oooh, that's so fucking hot. 
C'mon what else?"

I licked my lips. "I tongued her butt."

Lucy licked her lips, "how did she take it?"

"She liked it, she wanted more."

Lucy's eyes got big and I thought she was going to cum on the spot. Her 
finger dug deep. "Shit!" Abruptly she rolled to her feet and grabbed me 
by the cock. I had no choice but to rise and follow as she headed for 
the bedroom.

We stood in the doorway and stared at the sleeping child for a moment. 
She lay on her side and stomach, her white dress stretched tight over 
her fat little ass. It had ridden up, the slit baring one plump thigh to 
within an inch of her crotch.

Lucy released my dick and stepped forward to trace her fingers up one 
pudgy, eight-year-old thigh. She dropped to her knees and licked the 
ball of one foot then licked across the sole to tickle the toes. My cock 
began to stir again as she trailed her way around her daughter's ankle 
and then began to lick up the shapely calf. The higher she went the more 
frantic she became. She kissed the hollow of the child's knee then 
started kissing and licking her way up a pudgy thigh, small growls 
exited from deep in her throat.

When she reached the end of the slit in the dress she grabbed the two 
flaps of fabric and yanked. Threads popped but the garment held. She 
yanked again and the dress tore. She ripped it almost to the neckline, 
exposing her daughter's smooth back and round ass.

She looked at me and grinned. "Tongue her ass again, wake her up with 
your tongue up her butt!"

"Wake her up?"

Lucy stood and walked to the head of the bed. She climbed on, her weight 
tossing her daughter about on the mattress. "Fuck yes! The little slut 
can't eat my pussy asleep."

Hearing that caused my prick to harden more. Without protest I knelt and 
buried my face between the lush, pillowy whiteness of Patricia's 
delectable eight-year-old backside.

I curled a finger and began to stroke at Pat's fat little cunny while my 
tongue circled her anal pucker. Up front, Lucy lifted her daughter's 
head and began to masturbate herself with the child's nose.

I detected just a hint of dewy moisture and eased my finger into that 
plump, bald, baby pussy putting pressure on her tight little asshole at 
the same time. The muscle twitched but held. I bathed it with spit then 
drove in harder, battering my way into Pat's buttery eight-year-old 
butt. My finger found her hymen and stroked it as a vagrant thumb rubbed 
her tiny clit.

I don't know if it was my stimulation below or her mother's action on 
her face above but Pat came awake to find herself with a face full of 
bald mommy twat. She struggled for a second but Lucy's death grip on her 
head wouldn't let her pull back. After a second the stimulation her 
pussy and ass were getting finally registered and she quit fighting.

"Open up baby, stick out that pink little tongue and lap mommy's pussy," 
Lucy cooed. "Get that little lapper up mommy's twat. Mommy needs a 
little slut cuntlapper."

Hearing the perversion pouring from Lucy's mouth made my dick throb and 
I began to rub myself off on the mattress as I serviced the child's ass 
and twat.

Deciding that Patricia's sphincter was relaxed enough I pushed my face 
deep between those pillowy cheeks and forced my tongue deep into her 
ass. The feel of several inches of my tongue sliding past the tight 
portal of an eight-year-old's anus almost made me cum on the spot. 
Startled, Pat groaned into her mother's pussy and shoved her butt 
against my face, pushing me deeper.

I started to tongue fuck her ass, pulling out till only the tip was 
inside then driving deep, so tight was her butt that each down stroke 
took long seconds to slide sensuously inside. As I tongued her I trapped 
the child's tiny clit between my thumb and forefinger and began to 
alternately rub and squeeze it.

Pat went slowly berserk. Her chubby thighs bucked up at me, sliding 
hotly across my chest. The muscles in her back tensed and relaxed. Her 
sexy butt cheeks clasped and released my face.

I knew when she started to lick her mother's pussy. Lucy almost made 
sure the neighborhood knew.

"That's right baby, LICK THAT PUSSY! JUST LIKE THAT. FUCK! EAT MOMMY'S 
PUSSY!"

There was a 'smack' alongside my face and Pat's chubby right cheek juggled.

"Naughty little girl! Little girls aren't supposed to eat their mother's 
pussy's." Lucy's hand cracked on Pat's other cheek. "Naughty, slut 
little girl. Naughty, naughty, naughty!" With each 'naughty' Lucy's hand 
came down again, by now the blows hard and stinging.

Pat came hard. Her ass clamped down so tight on my tongue that for long 
seconds I was held immobile unable to advance or retreat. She bucked up, 
trying and nearly succeeding at bucking me and her mother off the bed. 
Twice more she convulsed, each less violent than the previous then went 
limp. My hand was covered with warm little-girl cum and maybe a little piss.

Lucy pushed me back then flipped her daughter onto her back. I had just 
a glimpse of glowing red, well spanked cheeks. With a ripping tug Lucy 
tore the child's tattered dress from her and tossed the ruined rag 
aside. Her face a mask of lust she climbed astride Patricia's pretty 
face and ground her shaved pussy into her daughter's mouth. She grasped 
the child's legs and pulled them to her.

She looked at me. "Eat her ass some more! I want her pussy!" With that 
her face dipped between Pat's smooth, white thighs.

Far be it for me to refuse and order to molest a pre-teen child. 
Especially when the order came from the child's own mother. I took a 
mouthful of fat, red cheek and bit hard enough to leave teeth marks then 
sent my tongue back up that sexy baby-bum.

Together we molested fat little Patricia viciously. Each of us fed on 
the depravity of the other till we were damn near consuming the child's 
ass and pussy. Pat, barely having recovered from her first cum was soon 
soaring toward another. She whimpered and moaned into her mother's 
plump, bald twat as she was orally raped. Her little hairless little 
cunt was lubing so much that Lucy couldn't keep up. Rivulets of little 
girl pussy cream overflowed her puffy, reddened twat to coat her bottom 
in a glistening sheen. I didn't mind. It was the perfect seasoning for 
pre-teen baby ass.

Within minutes the child was again on the edge. Lucy and I seemed to 
communicate almost telepathically. I replaced my tongue with two stiff 
fingers then used my now available mouth to bite her tiny, throbbing 
clit. At the same moment Lucy took a puffy little nipple between her 
thumb and forefinger and twisted.

It was too much. Pat bridged, her back an almost perfect arc and bucked 
her mother off her face. Her legs, released, slammed down on my shoulder 
with painful force, boxing my ears in passing. Devoid of stimulation she 
bucked one more then again went limp.

I eased her legs to the mattress then leaned forward to check her. My 
sexy little maid had actually passed out!

Lucy and I locked gazes over her daughters sweaty nakedness. The sexy 
temptress licked her lips, there was a wild look in her eyes. "Fuck me! 
Now!" she hissed.

My thoughts exactly. Pat's unconscious form was pushed to one side then 
I shoved Lucy forward and mounted her doggy style. At once we began to 
rut like a pair of alley cats. This wasn't making love, even sex was too 
mild a word. This was nasty, hard core fucking. Lucy alternately 
whimpered and growled as I drove into her overflowing, overheated pussy. 
Our bodies smacked together then squelched apart, the bed groaning in 
protest beneath us.

It didn't last long. It couldn't as turned on as we both were. In two 
score rapid strokes I was firing a boiling load of cum into Lucy's tight 
cunt. She was with me, her hot, wet twat spasming around my dick as she 
screamed her release to the neighborhood.

We lay and panted a moment then Lucy grinned back at me. "I could use a 
beer."

We slipped out of bed leaving Pat's still form undisturbed though Lucy 
did plant a kiss on one damp ass cheek.

We had the beer then a quick mutual rinse in the shower. Afterwards I 
found us a pair of robes. We were giggling and cuddling on the couch 
when Pat appeared in the door. The child's hair was disheveled and she 
still had a 'I just got hit by a truck' look in her eyes. She was 
self-consciously clutching a sheet around her body in place of her 
destroyed dress.

Lucy got up and met her daughter halfway across the floor. She enveloped 
the child, hugging her and kissing the top of her head. All concerned 
mother now she led Pat back to the couch and ensconced her between us.

"Did you like that baby. Did you like your hot little cums?"

Pat looked up at me. Having her mother in on the fun and games was a new 
twist. Getting no direction from me she shyly looked up at her mother. 
Biting her lower lip she jerked a nod.

Lucy engulfed her again, rocking the child. "Oh baby, it's nothing to be 
ashamed of. We all like sex. Sex is good and the nastier it is the 
better it is." She kissed the tip of Pat's cute nose then slid her hand 
through a fold in the sheet to briefly caress a plump thigh.

With a grin at me Lucy stood and moved to sit on my opposite side. Now I 
was between them. With a flip of a wrist she tossed open my robe, 
exposing my still damp dick to all.

"Baby this is a prick. This is what a man has in place of a pussy. Have 
you ever seen one of these before?"

Pat nodded. "I played with it till it squirted once."

Lucy shot me a look.

"Umm, she jerked me off in the shower a couple of days ago."

"You bastard, you didn't mention that!"

I smiled sheepishly, "It slipped my mind."

She giggled at that. "An eight year old girl whacks you off and it slips 
your mind. We have to see about finding you some more memorable 
experiences."

She started to caress my cock, gently running her fingertips across the 
helmet and down the shaft. She found a vein and traced it till it 
vanished into the hairy next of my balls. She supped each of my nuts in 
turn then slid back up the shaft, taking me in hand.

"Pricks are nice baby. Feel of it."

Pat hesitated a moment, looking from me to her mother then sheepishly 
reaching over to take a grip just above Lucy's. Lucy began to gently 
stroke and after a moment Pat followed along. Me, I slumped back into 
the cushions as mother and daughter began to jack me off. My dick had 
been soft but I felt it stir at this kinky double stimulation.

This continued for a minute or so during which my cock regained a 
semi-hard state. Lucy then again spoke to her daughter. There are other 
ways to get a man to squirt hon." Holding her daughter's gaze she leaned 
forward and planted a kiss on the smooth dome of my helmet. "You can 
kiss there dicks." She whispered. repeating the action with another 
light brushing of her lips then leaning back and looking at Patricia 
expectantly.

Pat looked from my cock to her mother's visage. After a moment the child 
licked her lips then leaned over and planted a quick smack on my prick. 
She jerked back quickly but finding nothing objectionable leaned back 
down and gave it a longer kiss a second later. Sitting up, she grinned 
at both me and her mother. A giggle at her own naughtiness escaped her lips.

Lucy bent down again, "You can also lick their dicks." So saying her 
talented tongue snaked out, its wet tip tracing the thick rim of my cock 
head before rising to flutter in my piss slit.

She sat back and waited. Pat hesitated less this time. Her little head 
went down and I felt the exquisite agony of an eight-year-old tongue 
playing across the head of my prick. The recipient of that lapping 
throbbed, steel returning to the structure.

Lucy went on, "There's another thing you can do with your mouth honey." 
She looked at me. "I think it's time Pat learned to suck cock don't 
you." Her voice dropped to a husky whisper. "That way she can pay you 
back for slurping on her bald little twat on those long evenings when 
you two have nothing to do."

Just hearing such a proclamation from the lips of the child's own mother 
finished the tempering process. My dick grew another half inch in the 
same number of seconds. It slapped against my stomach, rock hard and bow 
string taut..

Lucy chortled, "Oho, you like that idea huh?" She gave my dick a short 
stroke and met my gaze. "Does the idea of a second grader taking your 
dick in her little slut mouth while her mother watches turn you on? Are 
you that perverted?" My dick answered the question, twitching again and 
getting harder if possible.

Lucy leaned in and kissed my cock. She gave it a quick tongue lashing 
then the head vanished into her mouth. Her head bobbed three or four 
times then she withdrew and angled my wet, hard cock toward Pat.

Patricia looked at the two of us then at my prick as it throbbed in her 
mother's grip. Slowly she moved in, moving her head from side to side 
like a cheetah circling its prey. She imitated her mother first kissing 
the head then giving it a few licks. When her puffy little lips parted 
and the head of my cock entered the hot cavern of her little mouth I 
groaned. If it hadn't been for load I'd dumped in Lucy's twat earlier 
I'm sure Pat would have got a cream surprise at that moment.

Pat rested with the head of my dick in her mouth for a second then 
performed three shallow dips, each time taking maybe an inch and a half 
of cock. She then pulled off and grinned nervously.

Lucy moved in and bobbed a few more times, this time taking more dick. 
Again she offered my cock to her daughter. This time she coached as 
little Pat sucked my dick. "Take it deeper baby, all the way to the back 
of your pretty little mouth. Suck on it a little and use your tongue."

Back and forth they went, mother and daughter trading off on my dick. By 
the fourth or fifth set little Pat had lost her diffidence and seemed to 
be getting into the nastiness of what she was doing. She kept my dick 
longer each time and was taking me deep enough to gag several times.

They traded off once more then Lucy handed me off again to her fat 
little eight-year-old daughter. "Finish it baby. Make him cum. Good 
little girls like cum, they drink it. Cum's good for you. It'll give you 
tits like mommy's. Be a good little slut baby and eat his cum."

Pat hesitated a second at the talk of my cuming in her mouth but only a 
second. She then went back to sucking dick like a trooper.

I was close and Lucy knew it. She put her hand on the back of Pat's head 
and began to drive the child's face onto my prick forcing her to pick up 
the pace. She also forced her to take more cock. Gagging sounds rose 
from the little girl's throat on each plunge.

That was the final straw. I arched my back, pushing my throbbing dick 
into Pat's throat while her mother kept her from withdrawing and even 
pushed her down further. With a bellow I launched boiling cum down the 
eight-year-olds gullet.

Lucy let me spurt several times down the child's throat then pulled her 
daughter's head up so I was filling her mouth. Rope after steaming rope 
of rank male spunk shot into the little-girl's mouth, filling it till 
her cheeks puffed slightly and her tongue was swimming in it.

I fell back, pulling my spent prick from Pat's mouth. A thin streamer of 
cum followed, bridging the gap between us. In an instant Lucy clapped 
her hand over her daughter's mouth, preventing her from spitting.

"Swallow it baby. Swallow all that tasty cum. It's good isn't it. I'm 
sure you'll be getting a lot of it from now on." She tilted her head and 
grinned up at me. "Maybe it'll be more memorable than just a handjob."

It took several seconds but finally Pat swallowed my load in two 
rhythmic gulps. When her mother removed her hand she gasped and coughed 
several times. Lucy immediately moved in kissing and cooing, "That was 
so good baby. Mommy's so proud.

Only eight years old and already the makings of a first class cocksucker."

She kissed and made over for another minute then pushed her toward my 
crotch again. "Lick on that dick some more baby. Get it hard while mommy 
makes you feel good." So saying she tugged until Pat slid off the couch 
and was on her hands and knees with her head between my thighs. Lucy 
slid down behind her daughter. The sheet billowed up then drifted down 
to lie on the eight-year-old's back, leaving her plump, creamy white 
buttocks exposed. Lucy then moved in till the lower half of her face 
vanished behind those tender, succulent pillows.

Pat looked up at me and I reached down to stroke her hair. I didn't make 
any move to pull her to my crotch. I felt her start as her mother's 
tongue began to flutter over her immature, hairless charms.

The child closed her eyes and began to rock against her mother's face. 
She held that pose for maybe a minute. Finally she opened her eyes and 
smiled up at me then moved in on my cock. I continued to stroke her fine 
hair as she slurped up my semi-hard prick and begin to lazily suck and 
tongue it.

Over the next several minutes her enthusiasm grew as her mother's mouth 
worked its magic. The plump little girl's head began to bounce with more 
authority on my dick and she made small mewing sounds around it as she 
screwed her sexy butt into her mother's face.

Suddenly the plump child stiffened and screamed around my dick. At first 
I though she'd cum but the pace was wrong. I knew enough about her 
sexual responses now to know when her peak was and she hadn't been 
there, approaching yes but not there.

I was still trying to puzzle it out when Lucy held up a bloody finger. 
Fuck! She'd busted Pat's cherry! I couldn't see her mouth, it was buried 
in bald-eight-year-old twat but her eyes smiled mischievously at me over 
Pat's twin snowy moons.

The child began to mewl again as her mother's mouth soothed the hurt and 
soon she was once again shoving her ass at her mother's face. Lucy ate 
her for another minute then rose and moved up alongside her daughter. 
Her hand trailed behind, still abusing her pre-teen daughter.

She kissed Pat on the cheek then moved her head up close to mine. It was 
a stretch but her fingers never left her daughter's pussy.

"Fuck her!," she hissed in my ear. "Get behind and take her doggy style! 
I want to see her fucked!"

My cock lurched in Pat's mouth at the thought of that. It's not that I 
hadn't thought of fucking the plump child. I damn well had. I'd 
regretfully decided she was too young for that step however. Now the 
little girl's own mother was urging me to do just that!

"I don't think she'll like that Lucy. It'll hurt, a lot more than your 
finger," I whispered back.

"At first but she'll learn to like it."

"It's the 'at first' I'm worried about." Should I fuck her? I damn sure 
wanted to. I stroked Pat's hair then cupped her chin preparatory to 
pulling her off my dick so I could put the question to her. Lucy read my 
intentions and grabbed my wrist.

"Don't ask", she hissed. "Just do it! Rape her!"

My mouth dropped open in shock. I couldn't have heard that correctly. 
She repeated it, I had heard it correctly.

"I want to see my little girl raped. Take her hard and make her scream! 
Ream out that bald little pussy and don't stop till your cock's bouncing 
off her cervix!"

Oh Fuck! My dick lurched as Pat, unaware of the whispered conversation 
going on over her head again took my dick to the very portal of her 
throat. She'd begun to hum.

I looked down at her. Could I do this. It seemed a betrayal of trust. 
Fuck! It was a betrayal of trust. I looked at Lucy. Her eyes smoldered, 
she was deep within her own sexual fantasy and she was dragging me along 
for the ride. My dick throbbed at the thought. Shit, I was weak. Raping 
a little girl while her mother cheered me on. My cock raged at the 
thought. I was going to do it I couldn't pass this up.

I kissed Lucy on her perverted cheek, "Keep her warm. I have to piss." I 
started to rise but Lucy pushed me back into the sofa. Grinning she 
finally pulled her fingers from her daughter's bare muff and straddled 
the child's back. She then grabbed the eight-year-old's pretty head in 
both hands. "Do it in her mouth! Piss in her fucking mouth!"

Pat heard this and tried to look up at her mother but Lucy's strong 
hand's held her head rigid. Instead her eyes found mine. We locked gazes 
for a second then I closed my eyes and released my bladder.

Pat started to fight when she felt and tasted my hot, rank piss 
streaming into her mouth. She was no match for her mother's strength 
though. Her mouth filled quickly and soon she had a choice between 
drowning and swallowing. She held the decision till her cheeks bulged 
but then began to swallow. I kept pouring it in, reveling in the 
perversion of the act, using an eight-year-old child as a toilet. Fuck! 
My dick was so hard it was choking down the stream.

That only deliciously drew out the experience however so little Pat had 
to spend long seconds drinking from my hard dick. Lucy had began to hump 
her own bald, seeping twat against her daughter's smooth back, rucking 
the sheet up till it was a bunched rope at the pre-teens shoulders. 
Already a glistening strip of pussy slime covered the child's back.

Finally the stream slacked off then stopped. I sent a couple of more 
spurts into Pat's chubby cheeked toilet mouth them pulled my cock from 
her mouth and stood.

As I vacated my position Lucy swung a leg over Pat's back and nimbly 
pivoted on the other to drop down in my place. Pat had started to gag 
and cough the second my dick left her mouth. She was still doing so when 
Lucy gripped the back of her head and yanked her pretty face into fat, 
bald, mommy twat.

I stepped to the rear and surveyed the pre-teen's sexy round butt and 
fat protruding cuntlet. I saw no blood around the puffy little lips, 
just snowy white baby pussy. Fuck! I wanted this!

I dropped to my knees and kissed both fat little ass cheeks then brought 
my saliva slick cock up and rubbed it up and down the equally slick 
groove of Pat's cunny. Her puffy lips felt fantastic against the 
sensitive head of my dick. Despite cuming twice in the last hour I was 
ready to go again.

I positioned my cock and started to apply pressure. Slowly the tightly 
sealed halves of Pat's bald little peach spread, allowing the tip of my 
cock in. Well before the head was fully seated however I felt her 
cuntlet reach its elastic limit. It's easily exploitable elastic limit 
that is. Any further advance was going to cause pain.

Lucy had leaned over Pat's pale back and, while still holding Pat's face 
to her own wet twat, was staring at the juncture of me and her daughter. 
She met my gaze and licked her lips. "Do it, wreck that bald baby cunt!"

Fuck! That pushed me over the edge. I grasped the front of the child's 
plump, shapely thighs, took a deep breath and lunged!

Her fat, protruding little pussy never had a chance. In an instant two 
inches of iron hard pervert cock had forced its was past her puffy lips 
and pierced her immature passage.

Her body spasmed at the violation of my entrance but initially Pat made 
no sound other than a mommy pussy muffled 'huh'. That changed a long 
second later when the shock finally released its hold on her vocal 
cords. She screamed her pain into her mother's twat. An act that caused 
Lucy to close her eyes in sexual bliss and pull her daughter's face 
deeper into her drooling cunt.

I waited till she screamed her lungs empty and while she was gathering 
her breath lunged again. Several more inches of dick slid home. Fuck! 
She was tight. I lunged again, burying another inch. I had two inches of 
dick to go, could I get it all in? I really wanted to feel the head of 
my prick against little Pat's immature womb.

I rested for a moment, stroking the eight-year-old's fat bubble butt 
while she sobbed into her mother's bald twat. I leaned down and pulled 
her hair aside and kissed the child's neck then I straightened and tried 
to drive in deeper. Nada, I just shoved Pat's face deeper into her 
mother's twat. Fuck she was tight, we were locked together. I tried 
again and gained maybe a quarter inch. Time to shift gears. I pulled 
back and felt the exquisite sensation of an inch and a half of dick 
sliding out of the hot, velvet vice of the child's sullied cuntlet, the 
room air on my wet shaft felt cold.

I took a firm grip on Pat's thighs and gave a mighty shove while pulling 
her onto me. My dick slid in like an oiled piston, and this time I 
reached top dead center. It felt great, so tight was Pat's cunny that it 
almost hurt but it still felt great. My balls were against the child's 
bald, tightly stretched cunt lips and at the head of my cock I could 
fell the spongy barrier of her cervix. Even Pat screaming anew into her 
mother's wet sex couldn't detract from the moment.

I rested for a moment then began easing out. Each fraction of an inch 
was delicious agony. With half my dick out I began to ease back in. The 
next stroke was easier and the next even more so. I fucked little Pat, 
short stroking her tight, bald pussy. At first she cried each time I 
changed directions but after a while this died down to snuffling whimpers.

I began to speed up and increase the length of my strokes. Her little 
pussy had loosened but it was still incredibly tight. I leaned forward 
and kissed the child's sweaty neck. My hand caressed a soft, damp butt 
cheek as I raped the eight-year-old.

I fell into a rhythm, sawing about three-fourths of my cock in and out 
of Pat's little slot. Above my head I heard Lucy cooing to her daughter. 
Her big thighs massaged her daughter's head as she urged the child eat 
her pussy. I leaned forward and drew my tongue up the little girl's 
back. When I reached her shoulder blades I kissed each prominent point, 
they were surprisingly pronounced for a child of her heft.

My balls were beginning to send warning signals. I picked up the pace, 
my stomach began to smack into Pat's buttocks, making the soft flesh 
jiggle. I cocked back my hand and smacked her right cheek, hard. The 
jiggle of the flesh and the red imprint left behind increasing the 
disturbance in my nuts.

Groaning I took a grip on Pat's thighs and really started to pound her 
immature twat. She had been nearly silent for long minutes but now she 
started to whimper again. It only urged me to further effort. Sweat flew 
from my face as I pounded the child, shoving her face deep into her 
mother's sex with each stroke. For her part Lucy had begun to rotate her 
big hips, jacking herself off with her daughter's sniffling face.

My cum rolled over me like an avalanche, it started in my toes then 
climbed my legs to settle into my balls. From there it exploded outward 
to race through my chest and down my arms, almost electric in it 
intensity. I threw back my head and howled as I fired burst after burst 
of spunk into Pat's no longer virgin slot.

I was just starting to come back down when Lucy got her own cookies. She 
arched her back, lifting her big, sexy butt off the sofa while both 
hands washed her twat with Pat's face. She hung there for long seconds, 
her eyes fluttering then sank back to the sofa. After a minute her eyes 
opened and she smiled at me over he daughter's sweaty back. "That, was 
fucking awesome lover!"

Pat gurgled something but Lucy just pushed her deeper into her slimy 
sex. "You'll get used to it hon. Probably even start to like it." She 
giggled at my confused look. "Well you pissed in her mouth. Besides, I 
always have to go after sex."

I felt like shit the next day. From the first moment my eyes opened it 
all came rolling in. What the fuck had I done! Guilt was the major part 
though fear was present too. I could see the long cruiser pulling to the 
curb and the serious looking officers coming to the door. I'd be led out 
in cuffs as the neighbors gathered and whispered, 'child molester', 
'pervert', 'pedophile'.

The day was a nightmare. I could concentrate on nothing. I had to get 
out of the house. I grabbed my keys and headed out the door. The old 
widow across the street was watering her lawn. She looked right at me, 
accusation in her eyes. I panicked and fled back inside. I fell asleep 
on the couch long after midnight.

Monday was as bad. I had to get to work so that gave me something to 
concentrate on. Once ensconced in my cube however things went to shit. 
Every time footsteps approached I expected to see a grim faced detective 
rounding the corner. Every whispered conversation among co-workers was 
about me, every jangling phone was a question about my whereabouts. By 
lunch I'd had enough. Feigning illness I kited.

I spent the afternoon in a park. A pair of mimes played in refrigerator 
boxes while bohemian underachievers toyed with chalk on the walks. I 
tried girl watching, a favorite pastime of males everywhere but that 
reminded me of how I'd gotten into this mess. I tried visiting the 
amateur art exhibition, but an oil of innocent children at play sent me 
reeling. I tried communing with nature but the happy shrieks from the 
nearby playground accused me. In the end I spent the long afternoon 
feeding pigeons in a disused part of the preserve.

As the shadows lengthened and the park emptied I knew I had to go home. 
I made my way to the nearly vacant parking lot and coaxed the Justy onto 
the freeway. It was late when I turned onto my street. I turned into the 
driveway, as my lights swept across the front of the house I froze. A 
plump, familiar figure sat hunched in a raincoat on my front stoop.























  Brad's Chronicles (MF, Mg, MFg, inc, ws, rape, rom)



FIRST things first I guess. This is an erotic story written for the 
enjoyment of consenting adults. If you are not consenting don't read it 
(now that made a lot of sense). If you are not an adult don't read it. 
This story contains pedophilia and incest. If this offends you or 
violates your personal moral code DON'T READ IT.

SECOND: While I have the soapbox I want to say something about the 
nature of fantasy. That is what this story is FANTASY. I do not condone 
or agree with the activities portrayed in this story. Anyone in real 
life who harms a child deserves to be castrated then shot. That said, 
what is harm? Is a consenting, loving, sexual relationship between a 
child and an adult harmful? If done with care it is not physically 
harmful but there are other kinds of harm. Is it emotionally harmful? 
Perhaps, perhaps not, in actuality it probably varies case by case. 
Children don't have labels, there is no tag that says 'I can handle 
sex'. So for that reason alone caring adults should not consider a 
sexual relationship with a child (uncaring adults are going to do as 
they damn well please).

THIRD: Now I wish to speak on incest. I have no problem on a moral level 
with incest. I even consider the idea erotic (go figure) on an abstract 
level. I only have problems with incest is when it involves an adult and 
a child. The adult whether he/she be a parent or uncle/aunt or whatever 
is in a position of authority over the child. That brings in the 
possibility of coercion. Even if this is not intended there will be an 
element of it there just because of the authority position. Most 
children want to please their parents. A child that is subject to sexual 
advances by a parent may acquiesce even if this is not something they 
wish to do. I would have the same problem if the adult were a teacher or 
a principle. Other than that I have no problems with incest. If a 
brother and sister want to play around under the sheets, as long as 
certain precautions are taken, more power to them.

LAST: I want to speak on the nature of eroticism. This is in two parts, 
the first ties in with the nature of fantasy above. I find many things 
erotic in literature, these include, pedophilia, incest, bestiality, 
torture, rape, water sports etc... Very few of these things would I find 
erotic if I was a participant. Let me state that again, not only would I 
not do them (for moral reasons) but the thought of actually doing them 
turns me off like a light. Curious, I enjoy reading about them but the 
thought of doing them is repellant.

Now for the second part, I have for many years read erotic stories, 
starting with filched copies of Penthouse Letters as a teenager then 
downloading them from BBS's and finally the internet. I have found many, 
many erotic stories that I have enjoyed immensely. I have also found a 
great deal of duds. To be erotic a story needs several things. It has to 
be believable both in the setting and the actions/reactions of the 
participants. A story where a child walks into a pool hall, raises her 
dress and takes on everybody in the place would not be erotic for me no 
matter how hot the sex, because I would not believe it. A story has to 
be descriptive. Adjectives and adverbs are important. Don't tell me that 
Jane dropped to her knees and fucked the dog. Tell me what she feels, 
what she says, how she moves. Don't tell me a child is cute. Describe 
her, what is her skin tone, what color are her eyes, her hair? How soft 
is her skin? What is she thinking?

My bike jolted as I took a shortcut across the railroad tracks and 
veered back onto the bike path. This was a pleasant area. Older homes 
and apartments, some ran down but not trashy or junky. The people were 
good too. The average income wasn't high but these were decent 
hardworking people, not trash or dug dealers.

I'd just moved into the city of Oakland a suburb of Pittsburgh a few 
months before and was still getting to know the area. Nine years of 
nowhere jobs and night classes were finally paying off. With the ink 
still wet on my degree I landed a job with a chemical company in the old 
steel town.

I'd loaded my battered old Justy wagon with some trepidation. My idea of 
Pittsburgh was a noisy, polluted, crass sort of place. I'd been 
pleasantly surprised to be surprised. The city was noisy, but it was the 
bustle of happy people, not the clamor of trip hammers. Most of the 
neanderthal era steel mills were gone. The smoky stacks had been 
dynamited one by one. The mills that were left were clean, efficient and 
modern. They'd been joined by a plethora of other high tech industries.

These had in turn brought in a younger, gayer crowd. The gray streets 
I'd imagined had taken on color and parks, museums and bike paths had 
sprouted. It was a whole lot like Seattle, only without the rain.

The bike path entered a wooded section. I pumped harder, working up a 
sweat. I was only a mile or so from home and could already taste the beer.

I slowed as I approached my neighborhood, cooling down and enjoying the 
fine spring air. The houses here were mainly duplexes, with the odd 
single family home wedged between on postage stamp lots. As a Chemical 
Engineer, even a newly frocked one, I could have afforded better. After 
years of hand to mouth living though the idea of having disposable cash 
was attractive. I'd decided not to spend all of my money on a fancy 
house or upscale apartment. I had no one to impress and my needs were 
actually quite modest. I still had that clapped out old Justy too.

A block from my place a group of ragtag children stood in a circle. As I 
got closer I could tell a lone girl stood at the center of that ring. 
She was 8 maybe 9 and heavy for her age. Oddly the extra weight added 
definition to her thighs and butt, giving them a shape beyond her years. 
Only a puffy face and a slight protruding belly went into the negative 
column. Right now quite a bit of that shape was on display at least in 
the lower quadrant. All of the children were in shorts or swimwear and 
this girl was wearing a faded one piece in a flower print that was at 
least two sizes too small. It pulled high on her thighs and left a lot 
of smooth white buttocks exposed.

At the moment the child's fat chin was quivering as she tried to hold 
back her tears. In the cruel manner of children the ring was taunting her.

"Fatty Patty", a toe headed boy crowed.

"Big butt cow!" another chimed in.

"We don't want you to swim with us Patricia. We might catch sumthin'", 
this from a sweet looking little girl of maybe 7.

"She splashes all the water out anyway."

"Yeah and she's got boogers."

"And a beer gut. My dad says she looks like she swallowed a watermelon."

The target of the abuse twisted this way and that to face her 
tormenters. The tears glistened in her eyes but she stoically held them 
back.

The squeal of my brakes brought the festivities to a halt. As one the 
mass of children swiveled to face me.

"I think that's enough."

Caught by an adult the little torture circle looked abashed for a 
moment. Then the same boy who had made the 'Fatty Patty' taunt spoke up.

"We don't got to listen to you."

I gave him my best hard stare. Several years of life guarding for the 
YMCA had given me a good hard stare.

"No you don't. But I'm sure you're parents will when I tell them what I 
saw this afternoon."

Most of the group looked scared at that but toe head wasn't willing to 
concede yet.

"Yeah well you don't know our parents."

"That's true but I don't have anything to do this afternoon. When do you 
have to be home son? I'll just sit right here and wait for somebody to 
call you to supper."

The boy bit his lip and looked sullen. "I'll have my dad call the 
police. I'll say you were following me."

"Yeah", another voice piped up, "They put guys that follow kids in jail."

I smiled and pulled out my celphone. "Now that's a real fine idea. Why 
don't I just call the police right now. I'm sure they can find out who 
your parents are and that way I don't have to hang around."

I raised the phone and started to dial, that was the last straw. Like a 
dam breaking the children began to drift away in ones and twos. Toe head 
wasn't the first but he wasn't the last either. In less than a minute me 
and Patricia stood alone.

I looked down at the chubby girl. Damn from this close I could see that 
her thin, worn out bathing suit was pulled tight up against her fat, 
bald little cunt. The material had actually crept between the plump 
little lips. Her pre-teen pussy was almost as plain as if she were 
naked. I willed my dick down and fought my gaze up to her eyes, hoping 
she hadn't noticed where my attention had been. "Are you ok."

She was blinking rapidly, the tears so long restrained began to flow.

Without thought I dropped the kickstand and swung off the bike. I pulled 
the child into a hug, she quivered against me. "There, there it's okay 
honey."

"I'm ugly and fat," she sniffed. "Just like they said."

I pushed her back and looked at her. "You're not ugly honey. I think 
you're very pretty. You are a little overweight but that doesn't make 
you ugly."

"You're just saying that."

I tilted her chin up so she met my gaze. "No I'm not. I think you're 
pretty and sexy."

She brightened immediately, "You think I'm sexy?"

I smiled and kicked myself in the ass. Now why the fuck had I said that. 
If you do want to get in trouble in puritanical America just tell a 
child she's sexy. It's the Salem witch trials all over again.

"Where do you live honey, I'll walk you home." Nice save.

Patricia bubbled on about inane kids stuff as we walked the half block 
to her house. At her driveway I gave her an affectionate pat on the head 
and then rode off. The girl rapidly dwindling in my mind till she was 
nothing but another potential whack-off fantasy.

I have plenty of those, at twenty-seven I am single and not dating. It's 
not that I don't want feminine companionship, I do want it, badly. I'm 
not ugly, plain maybe but not ugly. I'm not buff, not like the muscle 
hounds that do all the health club commercials but I'm not out of shape 
either. I bike daily and watch my diet, which is enough to keep me trim.

I've seen women look at me, and I think I've seen interest and that 
brings us to the crux of the problem. I don't know how to talk to women. 
They terrify and fascinate me. I've been that way since I first knew 
what a girl was for. I never had a date in high school or college, never 
went to a dance. I couldn't and can't talk to women. I'll lay my plans, 
rehearse my spiel, polish my technique and when its time for the rubber 
to hit the road I freeze, every time.

I'm not a virgin but my few unsatisfying sexual encounters have been 
either with prostitutes or women I've picked up in a bar when I was 
drunk enough to suppress the terror of actually talking to a woman.

I bumped into my yard and dismounted. After unlocking the front door I 
rolled the bike inside and hung it on the wall. A shower and a beer had 
me feeling human again, I grabbed another brew and booted up my computer.

Over the years since puberty my awkwardness around the opposite sex had 
insured that my right hand and porn had become my best friends. At first 
the porn was fairly tame, in my early teen years a flash of nipple from 
a contraband Penthouse was enough to give me a boner like a bar of iron. 
As I grew older I grew jaded. Nudity no longer cut it, no matter how 
attractive the women. Likewise for straight sex, a couple screwing on a 
bed to a canned orgasm was a real snore.

Luckily I had discovered the internet and its almost limitless supply of 
perversion, watersports, bdsm, bestiality and finally pedophilia had 
been added to my growing collection.

It was the latter that was my favorite though sadly it was also 
devilishly hard to find. I'd seen ads for kiddy videos from offshore web 
sites but always chickened put, the image of an FBI sting drifting 
before my eyes.

I switched the computer over to the correct directory and pulled out my 
cock. I had hundreds of stills and about two hours of video, most well 
watched. As the first grainy movie began to play I began to stroke. As 
the eight-year old moppet's head began to bounce up and down on a hairy 
cock my mind painted Patricia's puffy features and plump figure into the 
scene. I came hard and quick.

I worked late most of the next week and it was Thursday before I could 
get my bike out for a spin. I took a bruising bash through the woods 
then after lunching at a little vegetarian place that catered to the 
mountain bike crowd, headed home.

It was dusk before I approached my neighborhood. Hoping for another 
glimpse of Patricia I turned down her street.

I wasn't disappointed. She was sitting on her front stoop, pudgy chin 
resting in one hand, looking bored. She perked up when she saw me and 
hopped to her feet. She was wearing a short skirt that showed a lot of 
curvy white thigh. As she ran down the walk the light breeze picked it 
up and shot me a glimpse of white cotton little-girl panties.

I stopped the bike and smiled. She came up and we chatted a bit. When I 
told her how pretty she looked she beamed, dimples showing in her fat 
cheeks. She then did a pirouette that sent her skirt flying and left me 
with an image of that bubble butt snugly encased in cotton. As I made my 
good-byes and headed home my dick throbbed like a railroad spike.

It became a ritual over the next several weeks for me to stop on her 
street after my ride. Patricia was always waiting and always happy to 
see me. We would chat, sometimes for only a few minutes, once for half 
an hour. I made it a point to compliment her on her appearance each time.

It was a Saturday, three weeks after our first meeting when I squealed 
to a stop before her house. Patricia hopped joyfully to her feet. To my 
delight she wore a thin pair of cotton shorts, so short that they cut 
across just below her crotch and left a good portion of butt cheek 
exposed and thin enough to plainly make out the outline of her bald 
twat. I saw no panty lines.

She had taken perhaps three steps toward me when a muffled voice from 
inside the house stopped her. She shot me a soulful, cow eyed look then 
turned and entered the house. Hardly had the screen door banged shut 
behind her when a woman emerged and headed down the walk toward me. 'Oh 
shit' I thought.

The woman was in her late twenties with bleach bottle blond hair going 
to black at the roots. Like her daughter she was overweight, at least a 
hundred pounds. She wasn't gross with it though, managing to become more 
curvy rather than bulging. With her big tits and wide hips she exuded an 
air of sultry sluttiness as she sashayed toward me. An effect emphasized 
by her tight jeans and studs in her nose and lip.

She smiled as she approached, easing my anxiety somewhat. She had a stud 
in her tongue as well. She thrust out her hand. "I'm Lucy."

I took the offered hand and introduced myself.

"I wanted to thank you for taking the time to talk to Pat. We haven't 
been here that long and she doesn't have very many friends." She paused 
for a moment, appraising me. "She told me what you did to the group of 
kids picking on her."

I looked down at the ground then back up. I shrugged. "I don't like 
seeing anyone tormented."

She nodded and gave me a frank wide eyed stare. Her face was very cute, 
like her daughters. "She says you told her she was pretty."

I mumbled something about self esteem that seemed to satisfy her, then 
she dropped the bomb.

"She said you also told her she was sexy."

'Oh shit!'. My face colored. How to play this? Act affronted, deny 
saying it and ride off, never to come back? Laugh it off as a joke? Roll 
into a ball and whimper? I forced myself to meet her gaze. "I shouldn't 
have said that. I apologize. It wasn't an appropriate thing to say to a 
girl her age but it slipped out."

My relief was palpable when Lucy grinned wider, displaying even, white 
teeth. "No harm done. I just wanted to make sure she wasn't telling me 
tales." She bit her lip and then looked me up and down. "Pat really 
likes you and I do want to thank you for taking the time for her. Why 
don't you drop by for supper this evening say around six." Her face was 
slightly apprehensive now, an overweight if pretty woman who was used to 
being turned down.

I nodded. "I'd love too. Thank you."

Her smile lit the neighborhood.

I rode home on cloud nine. Hardly was I in the door before my cock was 
out. I didn't need porn this time. I dropped to the couch and whacked 
furiously, images of Patricia and her sexy mom playing before my eyes.

The day seemed to drag. I did some laundry and puttered around the house 
but couldn't keep my mind on anything. At four-thirty I showered and 
dressed then coaxed the old Justy down to the local super-mart.

I didn't know much about dinner dates and I knew less about wine but I 
did know that a gentleman traditionally brought wine to a dinner date. 
Thus I perused the wine isle for twenty minutes before finally buying a 
Merlot with a fancy label and a price tag to match.

I dropped the car at the house and then walked the block to Patricia and 
her mom's place. I was ten minutes early when I rang the bell.

Patricia answered in a frilly pink, little-girl dress that barely 
covered her butt. Her hair had been washed and styled with goldilox 
style tubular braids. A pair of pink ribbons matched her dress. She 
smiled up at me causing her dimples to emerge from her plump cheeks.

She turned, showing just a glimpse of tightly stretched panty and led me 
into the small house. The living room was clean but cluttered. Women's 
magazines were heaped on a scuffed coffee table. An old but comfortable 
looking couch faced a large television in a modish black lacquer 
entertainment center. Mismatched end tables held lots of cheap pewter 
sculptures, the kind where crystal is included somewhere. Unicorns and 
mythical mages seemed to predominate.

As soon as I stepped through the door the smell of tomato sauce and 
spices wafted to my nose. I hadn't eaten since breakfast and despite my 
apprehension my mouth began to water. It smelled good, very good.

Patricia led me to the couch then dropped down beside me with all the 
grace of a sack of potatoes. The move caused her short skirt to ride up, 
leaving her cotton covered cunny exposed. I must have stared overly long 
because when I looked up Patricia colored and pulled her dress down. 
Shit, my dick was getting hard.

Lucy stepped from the kitchen and took my breath away. If her daughter 
was cute in her outfit Lucy looked like a wet dream. She was wearing a 
tight, black knit dress that displayed all of her ample curves. It came 
to mid thigh but had a slit on each side nearly to her hip. The neckline 
plunged, showing a delightful acreage of cleavage.

She pretended shock at my open mouthed stare (I'd had little experience 
with women dressing sexily just for me) then smiled. She did a 360 and 
stopped facing me.

"You like?"

I nodded, my mouth still hanging open.

She giggled and scooped up the wine before heading back to the kitchen. 
"Dinner will be a little while. Patty can entertain you while I finish 
up." She seemed to throw an extra wiggle into those wide curvy hips as 
she vanished from sight.

We sat awkwardly for a moment then Patricia jumped up and ran down the 
hall that connected to one side of the living room. Her round little 
bottom jiggled under the fluttering hem of her short skirt. Before I 
could wonder much at her absence she was back with several books. She 
dropped down and snuggled up beside me.

The books were all teen romance type stuff. Pretty advanced for her age. 
A few were worn hardbacks but most were the cheaper all paper variety. 
Many had been signed by the authors which is what she wished to show me.

As we sat going through her treasures my hand naturally slipped around 
her waist. The combination of her leaning closer to point out this or 
that combined with truly enthusiastic wiggling caused my hand to slip 
lower by increments till it rested on the outward curve of her hip, 
directly atop the frilly lace of her skirt. In truth I didn't fight it 
much though I did keep one nervous eye on the kitchen door.

A book, precariously balanced on one of my thighs, began to slide toward 
the floor and the bubbly pre-teen lunged across me to grab it. When she 
did her dress rode up under my palm. Suddenly I had a handful of warm, 
round eight-year-old butt. It was soft and silky and only a thin layer 
of threadbare cotton separated it from my now sweaty palm.

Patricia definitely noticed the contact because she stopped in mid-word 
and stared at me owlishly. Inwardly cringing I awaited the scolding 
recrimination but after a moment the chubby little girl merely smiled 
and smoothed her skirt down over my hand. She picked up her monologue 
where she had left off without a hitch.

Fuck, she didn't mind me feeling her up. This was heady stuff. I cast a 
nervous eye on the kitchen door then began to concentrate on the 
wonderful, sexy ass that rested in the palm of my hand.

I kept still at first, then slowly, tentatively began to caress that 
young flesh. Damn, her butt was fine. I was glad for the heap of books 
in my lap. They hid a raging boner. I began to kneed that hot, fat 
little bottom, my hand creeping lower till my fingertips encountered her 
humid cleft. I pressed, pushing my fingers and the thin cotton of her 
panties into her crack.

Patricia was aware of my advances, several times her voice faltered as 
my explorations proceeded but she made no protest.

I brought my other hand up and rested it on her thigh just below her 
skirt. I let it rest a moment then began to massage and caress as I 
crept closer to her crotch. I paused for half a minute when I 
encountered the hem of her little girl dress then cautiously ventured 
beneath it. I kept on, making love to her inner thighs with my hand till 
one questing finger encountered the cotton encasing her girlhood.

I lightly traced the fat lips of her bald cunny through its fabric 
prison. It was like a small butt, smooth and round. Her slit was tightly 
sealed, the lips of her baby twat coming tightly together to protect 
their treasure.

Patricia stopped talking and leaned back against my chest. Her face was 
flushed and her breathing heavy.

My finger began to slide up and down her gooey groove, it might have 
been my imagination but I thought I felt just the hint of moisture.

A noise startled both of us. I had just enough time to jerk my hand from 
beneath Pat's frilly dress before the curvy form of her mother appeared 
in the doorway. Patricia started as well, sitting up so suddenly that a 
cascade of books slid to the floor.

Lucy stood with one hip out thrust and surveyed the situation, 
Patricia's flushed features, her labored breathing, and my hand still 
cupping her plump little butt.

I cringed, awaiting condemnation and outrage but Lucy merely smiled, 
"Dinner is ready."

The food tasted as good as it smelled, it was a tangy pasta with some 
kind of lemon garnish that added a lot. I had trouble concentrating on 
the meal however, at least the first part of it. Had Lucy not noticed my 
hand under her daughter's dress? As the conversation rolled on with no 
trace of recrimination I began to relax, she must not have noticed.

After clearing away the dishes we adjourned to the living room and began 
to demolish the wine. Even Patricia was allowed a small glass or two. 
Soon she was nodding and Lucy sent her off to bed.

Me and my sexy hostess were both a little tipsy when the bottom of the 
bottle finally appeared. She grinned, hopped up (this action itself 
causing that slit to do amazing things) and vanished into the kitchen. 
She returned in less than a minute with two tumblers, a sliced lemon and 
a bottle of tequila. The evening was officially going downhill.

We were on the couch a short while later chatting about inanities. With 
the first warmth of the liquor flowing through my veins I slid my arm 
around her. She smiled and leaned closer. In less than a minute our lips 
met.

It was tentative at first but soon we were both sucking face hungrily. 
She moaned into my mouth as our tongues dueled in that no-man's-land 
between our teeth. My hands slid up and around her ample back. The soft 
knit of her dress slid smoothly across the even softer warmth of her 
skin. I caressed her back a moment, my hands gliding from her shoulder 
blades to the knobby projections of her spine. One hand slid lower till 
it encountered the outward curve of her ass.

We backed off after a minute or so of solid lip-lock and stared into 
each other's eyes. After a moment I leaned forward and kissed her cute 
nose. I bussed her briefly on her bee-stung lips then dropped down to 
kiss and then lick the hollow of her throat. I might not have known how 
to talk to women but my body knew what to do when I caught one. I was on 
autopilot. Lucy moaned when I shoved my face into her cleavage.

I mouthed and sucked the upper slope of her breasts before sending my 
tongue on a recon mission between them. With my teeth I pulled on the 
fabric of her dress till a nipple popped free. I fastened my mouth to it 
and sucked as it hardened in my mouth.

She moaned and pushed forward, trying to shove more tit into my mouth. 
The force overbalanced me and I fell backward onto the sofa pulling her 
atop me. Her weight was nothing more than a comfortable softness and I 
kept sucking those sexy tits. My hands slid down till they encountered 
the soft flesh of her thighs and then slid back up across her round ass. 
I slid them down till they encountered the slits in the fabric and 
massaged the soft skin exposed there. Slowly I slid under the slits and 
upward, tunneling beneath the flap of fabric covering her ass. She wore 
nothing beneath the dress and the feel of hot, sexy butt made my cock lunge.

I switched tits and sucked some more. Her breasts were soft, warm 
pillows on my face, the nipples hard little nubbins that provided a 
feast for tongue and gently nipping teeth.

After a while I pulled on that big, sexy butt. Lucy got the message and 
sat up astride me. She eased forward till her thighs were either side of 
my ears and her sexy muff was suspended over my face. I pushed the soft 
fabric of her dress aside and got my first look at her twat. The outer 
lips were puffy and round, her inner labia barely protruded at all. A 
light dew of arousal glistened in her slit. The whole was baby butt bald.

I gave a tug and pulled her cunt to my face. Her smell was musky and 
strong, not unpleasant just earthy and primal. I kissed each smooth, fat 
lip before trying to suck the whole into my mouth. I sent my tongue out 
and found her throbbing clit. I beat it up a little then ventured into 
her slit. Fuck she tasted good. I detected just a hint of cherry douche, 
a fine touch that. She'd prepared for sex.

I'd intended to eat her to orgasm, I've been told by some of the few 
women I've slept with that I'm better with my tongue than my cock, but 
Lucy wasn't playing that game. I'd just gotten started good when her 
twat pulled off my tongue with a sucking sensation. She knelt, 
straddling me, for a second then swung off to stand beside the couch. 
Our eyes' met for a smoldering moment then she licked her lips and 
attacked my zipper.

My belt landed somewhere in the middle of the floor then my pants and 
briefs were tugged past my knees. My cock flopped free. I'm not overly 
endowed but have an honest six inches with a respectable girth. Lucy 
smiled like a lioness then bent over and swallowed me in a gulp.

I groaned and arched my back as my prick slid down her silky throat. She 
held me deep for a second then rose up till only the head was in her 
mouth. Her stud rasped enticingly over the sensitive helmet as she 
lapped at the dick in her mouth. A few seconds of this and it was down 
the hatch again.

I reached put to stroke her hair as she bobbed up and down. Shit, she 
was good. I knew I wasn't going to last long in that hot mouth. When she 
took me all the way in again and then began to swallow around my prick 
while her stud rasped across my balls I thought the jig was up.

Abruptly her mouth came off my cock. She straightened, took two steps 
and straddled the arm of the couch with her big butt facing outward. She 
swept her dress aside with one hand and then turned to stare at me. Her 
tongue lathed her lips in anticipation.

It was an invitation I had no wish to ignore. I stood and shucked my 
pants and briefs then stepped up behind her. Fuck, that ass was 
beautiful. I gently stroked it then nudged my cock up and down her crack 
before dropping down to the target. Her bald mound was a swamp. Lube now 
slicked the inside of her thighs.

A shock went through us both as my prick touched her twat for the first 
time. I ran the head up and down her sexy bareness till her juices 
dripped from my balls then nudged her petals open. I'd intended to ease 
inside slowly, savoring the first penetration but I was not the master 
of events. As soon as Lucy felt my cock nudge inside that sexy butt 
lunged backwards. We both groaned as I slid in balls deep.

I stayed there a moment, leaning forward to kiss her neck and lick at 
one dainty ear. My hands slid around to hold those big tits. I began to 
nibble at her earlobe as I withdrew and sunk in again. She moaned and 
threw her head back. My mouth followed the line of her jaw then our lips 
met in a deep soul kiss as the fucking commenced.

We were both too turned on for subtlety and were soon rutting like a 
pair of mongrels. She was a bitch in heat and I was a stiff cock without 
a thought in my head but to dump my nut. I released her tits and dropped 
down to grip her around the waist. Our flesh slapped together faster and 
faster as we fucked like bunnies. Her big butt jiggled wonderfully as my 
stomach slapped into it at the bottom of each stroke.

Lucy threw back her head and howled as she came for the first time. I 
was close and the clamping action of her spasming twat almost pushed me 
over the edge but I held on and kept screwing. My male ego was pleased 
that I'd gotten her off. I picked up the pace as she leaned her head 
back against my shoulder. Her mouth was open and inarticulate little 
sounds issue forth with each drive of my dick.

Her cries picked up as she neared her second orgasm. I was determined to 
join and speeded up yet again. Sweat stung my eyes as my dick became a 
blur. Lucy's smoldering cunt pulled and sucked.

The crescendo came quickly. She screamed her second cum and this time 
the clasping of her clenching pussy set me off. My bull roar joined her 
voice as I dumped her tight pussy full of steaming spunk.

Like a machine with the power cut, we ramped down slowly. I made another 
half dozen thrusts then rested against her, my softening dick still 
trapped in her velvet box.

Afterwards we cuddled on the couch. I nuzzled her cheek and kissed her 
cute nose before dropping down to suck gently at her bee-stung lips.

She smiled up at me, "Now that was a great fuck."

"It was pretty good for me too my lady. I hope we didn't wake Patricia"

"Really?" Here eyes' twinkled in mischief. "It wouldn't have turned you 
on to look up and see her standing in the doorway diddling her little 
cunny while she watched us rut? Did you mean it when you said she was sexy?"

I was still struggling for an answer to that when she slid from beneath 
me and stood, straightening her dress. She grinned down at me, "Come on."

Puzzled, I rose and padded after her. We went down the hall and paused 
at Pat's door. Lucky eased it open and stepped into the darkness. I 
hesitated a moment and followed. I didn't know where this ride was going 
but I had zero desire to get off.

Patricia was lying on her side and stomach, the sheet knotted around 
her. Enough of her was exposed to prove her sleeping attire consisted of 
only a pair of worn panties.

Lucy grinned at me then reached down to fist my cock. She released me 
and stepped around the bed. Gently she eased the sheet aside to expose 
her daughter's panty covered bottom. She began to stroke that fat little 
butt then looked up at me. "C'mon over and have a feel. You seemed to 
enjoy it earlier."

Shit, she had noticed where my hand had been. Like a robot I stepped 
around to stand beside her.

"Don't worry, she sleeps like a log."

Together our hand's molested Pat's bubble butt for a moment then Lucy 
knelt beside the bed. The cotton, little girl panties were old and 
threadbare in several places. Lucy's nails found one of them and there 
was a ripping sound as she tore open her daughter's panties. She pulled 
again, tearing till only the elastic waist and leg bands remained amid 
tattered fragments. Pat's smooth, white, eight-year-old ass was bare to 
our gaze.

Lucy grinned up at me then dipped down to kiss her daughter's butt. My 
cock lurched. Fuck! She planted several kisses then licked the length of 
that juvenile crack.

Her hand found mine and she gave a tug. I sank to my knees alongside 
her. She planted several more kisses on her daughter's ass then leaned 
aside and looked at me with a smoldering grin.

I leaned down and brought my lips to that butt I had been fantasizing 
about for the last month. The flesh was soft and oh so smooth. I trailed 
my lips across the roundness and then down into her crack before moving 
up and over the other cheek I retraced my path planting kisses as I went 
then let my tongue out for a taste.

Lucy pulled gently on Pat's legs, scissoring them open. Suddenly her 
bald little cunny popped into view between her chubby thighs. Lucy 
nuzzled my ear and whispered huskily, "Lick her pussy. Lick her little 
baby pussy."

Fuck me I did. Under her mother's hot gaze I traced Pat's fat little 
lips with my tongue. Her twat looked like a small butt, with no trace of 
clitoris or inner lips. I soaked the smoothness with spit, several times 
pausing to pry the lips open with the tip on my tongue but always 
stopping at just a taste of the spices within.

Lucy's head pushed mine aside and she began to eat her daughter's pussy. 
Her tongue fluttered across the lips before pushing in between and 
penetrating to a good depth. Fuck! She was licking her daughter's hymen.

She pulled out and used her hands to spread Pat's soft ass cheeks. Lucy 
stared for a moment then grinned at me. "She's got a pretty asshole."

Before I could respond her head went down again. She kissed all around 
her daughter's lower opening then began to spiral in with her tongue. 
For thirty seconds she rimmed that little pink hole then stiffened her 
tongue and pushed into her sleeping daughter's ass. Once, twice, three 
times she pushed her muscular tongue into that sexy little butthole. The 
last time she went deeper, forcing the broader part of her tongue past 
that little sphincter.

Pat groaned and stirred in her sleep. Reluctantly her mother withdrew. 
She planted a last kiss on her daughter's chubby bottom and then pulled 
the sheet back over her charms. She stood and took me by the hand 
tugging me toward the hall. "This time I want it up my ass!"

Pat seemed delighted to see me at the breakfast table the next morning. 
She gave me a quick hug then settled down to shovel scrambled eggs into 
her mouth. Between mouthfuls she spoke, "Mom, I need some more panties. 
Mine are wearing out." Lucy was at the stove. She kept her head down, 
"Okay dear, we'll see about it."

We had fucked into the small hours, Lucy and I. I awoke with aching 
balls, head, and conscience. I couldn't tell how Lucy felt about what we 
had done the night before but she had spoken very little since we awoke 
so I figured about the same.

I excused myself after breakfast and set out for home. I hoped to see 
Lucy again but figured the guilt of what we'd done under alcoholic 
influence would come between us. I'd probably never hear from her again. 
I chalked it up as one hell of a one night stand as I unlocked the door 
to the house.

I slept some more then puttered around the house doing nothing much. I 
was settling in to watch a late afternoon movie when the phone rang.

I answered with ill grace. I figured it was a damn solicitor. I hate 
those bastards with a passion normally reserved for lawyers and liberal 
supreme court justices.

"Hello!", I growled.

"Well nice to hear from you too." It was Lucy.

I quickly apologized, explaining myself.

"I guess I'll forgive you this time. Look I've got something to ask you 
would it be alright if I dropped by for a minute?"

I said it would and gave her directions. I pondered for a moment then 
began to make an effort to clean up the mess that is my homes normal 
state. It was a hopeless task. All I'd managed to do when the doorbell 
rang was to get the dirty underwear out of sight. What can I say. I'm a 
bachelor.

Lucy was wearing jeans and a tee. They looked like they'd been sprayed 
on and showed her ample curves to delightful protection.

I cringed as she surveyed the disaster that was my living room but 
relaxed somewhat when she turned back to me with a smile. "I've got a 
proposition for you that might help us both out."

It turned out that she'd been offered a better shift at work. She was a 
waitress. The problem was Patricia. The new shift would be night and 
evening work. She was working days now while Pat attended a day camp 
sponsored by the city. The new shift meant more money but the day camp 
shut down at five. Her proposal was having Pat stay with me in the 
evenings. I wasn't to think of it as baby sitting, more like having an 
evening maid. Pat was an accomplished house cleaner she said. She went 
on that I might even consider giving the girl 10-20 dollars a week for 
spending money if she did a good job.

We kicked it around a bit with me finally agreeing to a weeks trial. 
What can I say I'm easy. The thought of seeing that sexy little pre-teen 
more probably had a bearing as well. Lucy grinned and gave me a quick 
kiss then she was gone.

I worked late the next day, having completely forgotten about the 
agreement so I was surprised when the Justy wheezed into the driveway to 
see Patricia sitting on my stoop. Shit, I kicked myself in the butt for 
forgetting. Gonna have to talk to the boss. I got out of the car and 
went to apologize to my new housekeeper.

She stood as I approached. She was wearing a knee length raincoat which 
I thought odd since no rain threatened. I shrugged it off and let her 
in, following her through the door.

I dropped my keys and briefcase on the coffee table then headed for the 
kitchen, asking over my shoulder what she wanted to eat. When I didn't 
get a response I turned to ask again and stopped in my tracks.

Patricia stood in the center of the room, surveying my mess with a near 
awe look on her face. That wasn't what grabbed my attention though. 
She'd removed the raincoat and draped it over a chair. Underneath it she 
wore only a ridiculously tiny French-maid outfit. The tiny skirt barely 
covered her twat and left the lower cheeks exposed when she was standing 
still. Any movement bared her plump cotton encased cunny and did 
delightful things to the rear view as well.

Pat noticed my stare and smiled, her dimples winked cutely. "You like my 
outfit?" She pirouetted, giving me a fantastic look at her charms. 
"Mommy said this is what maids wear. She made it for me."

I tucked my tongue in, picked up my jaw and nodded. "You look very 
pretty in it."

She practically beamed.

Lucy hadn't lied about her daughter's cleaning abilities. The child set 
right to work. At first she was constantly asking where everything went 
but after a while she got a feel for my storage habits, when I store 
that is, and began to deduce on her own.

I tried to work some on the computer but the sight of pat constantly 
bending and twisting in that skirt was too much distraction. Twice 
during the evening I had to go to the bathroom and jerk off.

It was a little after eleven when Lucy finally rang the bell to collect 
her daughter. As Pat slipped past her out the door Lucy looked at me 
with a grin. "So how did the first evening go?"

I looked to make sure Patricia's, again raincoat clad, back was to me 
then pulled Lucy in for a quick, passionate kiss. She looked surprised 
but not offended. As she turned to go she said, "By the way. I'm 
expecting a reciprocation on my dinner invite."

The next several days were damned interesting. I started coming in 
earlier so I could be home by the time Pat arrived. By Wednesday she had 
worked a miracle on my house. Surfaces that had once groaned under 
several months worth of junk mail and other debris now glistened under a 
fresh coat of pledge. Bits and pieces of various projects were now 
boxed, organized and neatly packed on the shelves of my closets. The 
floors had been swept and mopped.

Seeing the house cleaned up reminded me just how shabby my furnishings 
were. Most had been purchased in thrift shops as quick expedients when I 
moved in. In the press of work replacements had quickly been forgotten. 
Now I started thinking about maybe getting some new stuff.

Of course a clean house wasn't the only result of the three days. I damn 
near wore out my dick whacking off. Patricia's chubby ass and bald twat 
peeking out beneath that tiny skirt had me in a state of near constant 
arousal.

I had a surprise when Pat showed up on Thursday. She doffed her raincoat 
and did a little spin. In place of the cotton little girl panties she 
normally wore were a pair of black lace bikini panties. They weren't 
quite a thong but with only a pouch for her fat little twat in front and 
a high cut that left a good portion of creamy cheek exposed in the rear 
they didn't miss that category by far either.

She was so proud of them. Standing in front of me she held her skirt up 
to let me get a good front view then turned around and did the same with 
the rear. She looked at me over her shoulder. "Aren't they pretty? Mommy 
bought them for me."

I gulped and smiled at her. "Very pretty honey. And you look pretty and 
sexy in them."

It was only the second time I had told her she was sexy. She beamed.

There was very little for her to do now. She swept and mopped the floors 
again then washed up the few dirty dishes. She then came back into the 
living room where I was channel surfing and asked what else needed doing.

I laughed and told her to have a seat. She dropped down beside then 
snuggled in close. I leaned over and kissed the top of her head and when 
she looked up I gave her an innocent bus on the lips.

I found a movie we both liked and we settled in. I slid my right arm 
around her chubby frame and pulled her in close. Soon my hand was 
wandering. She sighed as I caressed her thigh. Slowly I moved higher 
till I encountered that tiny skirt. I paused there a moment then 
wandered beneath. When I came to her tiny panties I caressed the soft 
lace for a moment then slid down to massage the inside of her thigh just 
a fingers width from her silk covered pussy.

I sensed her look up at me but I kept my eyes on the TV. After a moment 
her gaze returned to the screen. She shifted a little then her legs 
parted slightly to give me better access.

I transferred my fingertips to the opposite side and caressed the soft 
flesh of her inner thigh. I withdrew after a moment and traced her panty 
line till I was sliding down the soft flesh of her big round little-girl 
butt. Working slowly I eased my fingers between the upholstery and that 
soft, sexy ass.

I wanted better access so I leaned down and gave her a kiss on the cheek 
then slid both hands around her and lifted her onto my lap. Now both 
hands could get into the act. As my right hand continued to massage and 
caress her butt my left rubbed her thighs for a moment before sliding 
beneath her skirt.

She was at ease and made no complaint. As fingers again began to dance 
in her crotch she leaned back against my chest. Her hair just brushed my 
chin.

I rubbed both thighs then eased a finger out onto the puffy sexiness of 
her silk covered twat. Another followed and I began to slowly rub her 
little pussy. Shit! She was sexy. My cock hardened and rose to press 
into the cleft of her buttocks.

After a time I started to concentrate on the sweet slit between those 
puffy lips. I rubbed up and down, slowly increasing the pressure till 
the lips parts slightly and finger and silk ventured slightly inside.

She was making soft whimpering noises and breathing hard. Her little 
butt shifted around my cock creating delightful sensations. My right 
hand was still caressing her right cheek right up to her panties. Now 
the fingers slid beneath her panties and quested across that soft 
roundness till I encountered her humid crack. She lifted slightly and I 
leaned back further, pulling her with me. I slid one finger up her crack 
till it slid into the tiny dimple of her bottom. She started as my 
finger slid across her anus but calmed down and when I kissed the top of 
her head.

She looked up at me and I dipped and kissed her cute nose. She giggled. 
As my fingers continued to molest the innocent child I kissed each of 
her eyelids. My lips met hers in a little closed mouth kiss then slid up 
her jaw line. I kissed her dainty earlobe then upward to kiss inside her 
ear. Slowly my tongue slid out and began to explore its intricate folds.

I could now feel definite moisture seeping between her little cunt lips. 
I speeded up my two finger massage of her cunny. A soft 'oh' escaped her 
lips as my right fingers again encountered her little asshole and began 
to massage and tease it.

I mouthed and tongued her ear as my fingers continued to play with her 
bottom and pussy. Patricia began to move, hunching her little pussy up 
and down on my fingers. Her little moans were coming faster and sharper 
now. I increased the pressure on her bald little twat and sped up again. .

Abruptly she lifted her butt completely off my lap and went rigid. Her 
mouth opened and a shriek that shook the windows issued forth. She was 
cuming, probably for the first time in her life, and cuming hard.

I kept my fingers at work for long seconds, holding her on that 
wonderful scary peak, then eased off and let her come down.

She collapsed bonelessly into my lap. I hugged her to me and showered 
her face with kisses, telling her what a sweet girl she was. When she 
had returned to Earth and finally opened her eyes I gave her final 
gentle kiss and told her to watch the movie while I took a shower.

In truth I did need a shower but there were more urgent matters to 
attend to. I closed the bathroom and stripped off as the water warmed 
up. I stepped into the tub and pulled the curtain closed behind me. I 
wet down my hair then dumped a dollop of shampoo into my hand. Most 
actually went into my hair but the remnants were used to lube up my iron 
hard dick. Groaning I took matters into my hand and was soon stroking 
for relief.

I was just getting up to speed when I felt a brief breeze and the shower 
curtain billowed. Someone had opened the bathroom door. There was only 
one someone here other than me. I had just enough time to turn my back 
to the curtain before a chubby little figure in a tiny French-maid 
costume slid it back.

"Maids are supposed to help people take baths too. I saw it in a movie." 
When I said nothing she leaned over and grabbed the soap and slowly 
began to lather up my back.

Being nearly caught had caused my cock to lose much of its stiffness but 
when she finished lathering my back and moved down onto my ass It came 
back quickly. She soaped up the muscular masses of my buttocks then I 
felt a small hand slide down onto my thigh. The hand slid between my 
legs and fingertips brushed my balls. The contact was tentative at first 
but she slowly grew bolder. In short order she was weighing my bag in 
one small hand. Gently she enfolded on testicle then the other. Behind 
my back I heard her giggle.

I fought a small war with myself then slowly turned to face her. Her 
beaming gaze met mine then her eyes strayed lower. They widened and she 
gave a little gasp as she took in my again rampant cock.

A hand came up then stopped. She looked up at me and at my slight nod 
reached out and touched the head of my prick. She jerked back at this 
first contact then with a giggle reached out and traced the length of 
it. I let her explore my cock and soon she was trying to get her hand 
around it. It wouldn't completely reach but she could grip it.

She held my dick for a moment. When it seemed she was going to do 
nothing else I gently covered her hand with my own and began to slowly 
masturbate with her hand. She colored and giggled again but she picked 
up the rhythm and when I removed my hand she continued to whack.

I groaned and surrendered to the child's handjob. She picked up on my 
groans and began to pick up the pace. Soon her little fist was flying up 
and down my prick. She stared at it, her tongue poking from one side of 
her mouth in concentration.

I felt my balls tighten and knew I was about to blow. Not wanting to cum 
on the child I pulled my prick from her gasp and turned toward the back 
of the tub. Two strokes and I was spraying a massive load all over the 
mildewed tile. Patricia stood and stared in fascination as my dick 
spewed spurt after scalding spurt.

When Lucy clicked up my walk we were both on the couch. Pat jumped up 
and met her mother at the door. The two embraced them the plump little 
girl pulled on her raincoat, shot me a grin and stepped past her mother 
into the darkness.

I stood and walked up to where Lucy grinned at me. "How did you like my 
little surprise?" She asked.

She yelped when I pulled her to me and crushed her mouth with mine. We 
kissed with fervent passion for long seconds then I yanked her fully 
into the house and pushed her over the arm of a recliner.

Her uniform slacks were beltless polyester. The type of sexless garment 
tailored to show nothing of the shape beneath it. In Lucy's case it was 
hopeless she just had too much shape to hide. I found the catch and 
opened her pants the nylon zipper rasped as it was nearly ripped open. A 
second later the pants were at her knees. She wore pantyhose beneath and 
these followed as quickly.

I was wearing only the white plush robe I'd donned after my shower and a 
pair of briefs. I swept the robe aside and dropped the briefs only far 
enough to free my dick. Without any preliminaries I lined up and sank 
balls deep into Lucy's bald sex. I grasped her hips and began to drill 
for oil, fucking with wild abandon.

Through the window I could see Patricia on the curb, waiting for her 
mother. Lucy moaned and wiggled against me as I picked up the pace. The 
slap, slap of our bodies was the only other sound.

Pat stomped one foot and turned to look impatiently at the house. I 
fucked faster, my dick a blur. I could feel Lucy's pussy spasming around 
my dick. Fuck lube was running down her thigh.

Patricia shook her head and started back toward the house. When she was 
halfway up the walk I felt Lucy's silky twat clutch at me in orgasm. She 
bit the backrest upholstery of the recliner to stifle her cries. Her 
clenching cunt set off my own cum and I blew her bald twat full of cum.

Lucy barely got her pants up before Patricia pulled open the screen 
door. "What are you guys doing in here?"

"Nothing hon, we're just talking. I'll be right behind you."

As Pat turned and trudged back toward the street Lucy pulled me into a 
clench so tight our teeth clicked audibly. She smiled as we separated. 
"I have to surprise you more often."

She did too. The next afternoon to be exact. When Patricia stepped 
through the door she seemed nervous and unsure of herself. I told her I 
had some cookies and milk and to hang up her raincoat and join me in the 
kitchen.

When she appeared in the tiny nook that passed for that area in my house 
she was walking very carefully and seemed even more nervous.

"Are you alright honey? Is anything wrong?"

She shook her head in negation and minced for a chair but I came around 
the table and stopped her. I took her little chin in my hand and raised 
her face to mine. "What is it?"

She said nothing but I had a hunch. I dropped to my knees and before she 
could protest lifted that tiny skirt. Bald twat stared at me. She was 
wearing no panties at all. My dick lurched as I looked up at Pat's 
fearful face.

"Oh honey that is so pretty. You look even sexier this way."

She brightened, "Really?"

"Really, really." I pushed her away gently. "Turn around."

She did, taking it on herself to raise her skirt so I could get a full 
view of her fat little butt.

"Oh Patricia you have such pretty butt."

She looked back over her shoulder at me, "Is it sexy?"

I leaned in and planted a kiss on it. "Very sexy."

She giggled and turned to face me, "you kissed my butt."

"I like kissing sexy things. Let's eat those cookies."

After we finished the milk and cookies Patricia insisted on cleaning and 
putting away the dishes. She then cleaned up the little clutter I had 
made since last night and swept the floors. I had finally managed to 
convince that floors do not need to be mopped daily. As I watched her 
work I marveled, and not just at the frequent glimpses of sexy little 
girl butt I got, but at her work ethic. She actually seemed to be proud 
to be my maid.

After she finished we played with my computer for a while then ended up 
on the couch with another movie. Patricia settled onto my lap of her own 
accord. I kissed the top of her head and hugged her to me. I was looking 
forward to fingering that bare little twat but was actually feeling a 
little inhibited knowing she was bare under that tiny skirt.

Patricia was having none of it. She spread her legs. When I didn't 
immediately react she picked up my hand and dropped it onto her thigh.

Okay, I got the message. I caressed her thigh briefly before easing 
beneath her skirt and letting my fingers play over her puffy twat. Fuck 
she was sexy. I pulled my hand out and licked my fingers to lubricate 
them then slid in under her dress again. I massaged her little cunny for 
several minutes then teased open her lips and ventured one finger 
inside. It was tight, damn tight. I began to gently fuck a fingertip in 
and out of her, going a little deeper each time. In a minute I was in up 
to my second knuckle. I was going no deeper because the tip of the 
invading digit came up against the taut surface of her hymen.

She had been leaning back against my chest, enjoying the leisurely pace 
of her molestation. When my fingertip touched her maidenhead she sat 
upright and looked down at where my finger vanished into her body then 
twisted to look up at me.

I smiled at her and kissed her nose as I gently backed away from her 
cherry. I began to finger fuck her in slow, shallow strokes. She was 
lubing now and my finger slid in and out easier. I tried adding a second 
finger but she was still too tight for that.

Abruptly I pulled out of her completely and gently slid her off my lap. 
She looked up at me quizzically. I simply smiled and kissed her gently 
on the lips before sliding off the couch to kneel in front of her. I 
slid my hands up those smooth thighs till I was grasping her buttocks 
and eased her forward till she was sitting on the edge of the cushion.

I kissed each of her pretty knees then began to kiss and tongue bath her 
thighs, trying to miss nothing as I worked my way up. She was ticklish 
here and began to fidget as I moved further up. I began to alternate 
feather light licks with harder, deeper laps, pausing often to suck her 
soft flesh into my mouth.

When I passed the hemline of her skirt she began breathing hard and 
wiggling more. She began to hunch at my face, trying to shove her bald 
little prize into the path of my questing tongue. I smiled to myself and 
deftly avoided her cunny even as I moved closer to it. When I gently 
drug my tongue down the folds that separated her thighs from the soft, 
sensitive flesh of her crotch I heard her gasp and a hand fell onto my 
head and was soon trying to tug me.

I relented and let her guide me. Her pelvis rotated and then her twat 
rose to meet me even as her hand pulled down. I kissed her little cunny 
then blew a zoober on it. The latter brought a shriek of outrage but I 
silenced it by dragging my tongue up her hot little slot.

She tasted good, musky with just a hint of the oily, fishy taste that 
mature women develop. She gasped and pulled at my hair when I forced the 
muscular tip of my tongue inside her and licked the intact surface of 
her hymen. I gently set up a pussy eating rhythm that had my tongue 
lathing the outside of her fat little twat then dipping inside for a 
half dozen shallow strokes before pulling out to start anew. She began 
to tremble and her soft, plump little thighs squeezed my head in time 
with my lapping tongue.

I quested upward for her clit but the hood was still enclosed by her 
plump outer lips and she was too tight that high up for me to make much 
headway. She enjoyed the effort though, from the way she pulled my hair 
I'd have bald spots if she enjoyed it much more.

I added gentle love bites on fat little outer labia to my routine and 
she began to climb the walls. When I looked up her head was thrown back 
and her mouth was hanging open. She was breathing very rapidly.

I dove in for the kill, picking up the pace, lick, stab, stab, stab, 
lick bite. I let her keening little squeaks and the squeezing of her 
thighs be my guide, modifying my assault to heighten her reaction.

It was a tactic that paid dividends. In less than five minutes she was 
trying to crush my skull like a zit and pulling on my hair hard enough 
to make sure it was a bald zit. I doubled my pace and in spare seconds 
she tipped over into a shattering orgasm.

I eagerly sucked out the tiny amount of little girl cum she produced. It 
wasn't much but the taste was ambrosia. When I had licked and sucked her 
dry I eased her back on the couch and gave her plump, hairless pussy a 
kiss before pulling her little skirt down over it. I then stood and went 
to the kitchen.

When I returned with two cold sodas she was just starting to come 
around. She looked at me vacantly at first then struggled up to accept 
the soda from my hand. She drank half of it then settled back and closed 
her eyes. She passed into the realm of sleep so quickly that I had to 
lunge for her glass.

I found a blanket in a hall closet where she had carefully folded and 
stored it and gently covered her then traipsed to the bathroom and 
jerked myself into the sink. Relieved, I tucked myself into the recliner 
I had fucked Lucy over the night before and slept myself.

When I awoke it was nearly dusk. Patricia stood by my chair. She had a 
thumb in her mouth and her skirt pulled up over her waist. Her free hand 
was slowly rubbing her bald little slot. She stared at me with an 
expectant look but said nothing.

I smiled and leaned over, grasping her around the waist with both hands. 
It was a struggle but I lifted her and swung her over so her feet were 
on the chair arms and her drooling little slit was in my face. I then 
dug in and ate her to a shattering orgasm that left her a boneless, 
quivering lump of pudgy flesh pooled in my lap.

I fixed us a light supper of sandwiches with soda for her and beer for 
myself. I then set up my old Nintendo and we played games for an hour or 
so. Later I watched the news while she dozed on her stomach before the 
TV. Her tiny skirt had ridden up, leaving most of that plump, 
little-girl butt bare. The varying light from the TV played on it in the 
darkened room, making it appear as perfect and white as alabaster.

I slid off the couch and crawled to her. I leaned down and gently traced 
the curve of one bubble cheek with my nose. The flesh was cool to the 
touch and slightly bumpy from goose bumps brought on by the evening air. 
I kissed the opposite cheek, my arousal growing, then took a long slow 
lap across both with the flat of my tongue. This was good butt.

Patricia murmured but remained asleep as I lathed both of those plump 
cheeks with saliva. When her fat little buns glistened I used my nose to 
pry her cheeks apart then drug my snout the full length of it. Her smell 
was not offensive, she was clean, it was instead a dank, musty smell 
with a metallic undertone. Her high cheeks were like silk on my lower face.

I zeroed on her anal pucker and poked at it with my nose. The opening 
was tightly sealed and I made little progress by that method. I probed 
at it with just the tip of my tongue. As I gently rimmed her she stirred 
a little more. I wet her little bumhole down well then began to apply 
pressure. Ever so slowly her muscles relaxed.

She came awake with a jerk as my tongue pushed into her ass. 
Disorientation held her for a second then she craned her neck and looked 
back over her shoulder.

"Ohhhhh, Th-th-th that's n-n-nasty. Oh! You sh-sh-shouldn't do 
th-th-that." She was silent a moment then, "D-d-d-don't s-s-st-stop. Oh 
that's n-n-nasty."

She dropped her head, pillowing it on her arms and slowly began to hump 
her plump little butt at my ass-raping tongue. I reached between her 
legs and began to diddle her fat little cunny while I dined on her butt. 
She really began to get into it then, moaning and thrashing about. I 
shoved a finger inside and began to gently stroke her cherry but 
withdrew after a moment. She was moving about so much I feared she'd 
take her own virginity on my finger!

I sped up my multiple attacks and the child went berserk. I finally had 
to pull my finger from her twat and sue both hands to hold her butt 
still. I drove deep, drilling for oil in a series of tongue dives that 
sent her screaming over the top. She went limp and I got up and went to 
see if any of the neighbors had called the cops.

When Lucy showed up me and Pat were playing a game of Parcheesi on the 
floor. Patricia jumped and ran to meet her mother, her bare little 
bottom doing marvelous things under that ridiculous skirt.

As Pat donned her raincoat I considered jumping Lucy's bones again but a 
whack off session after eating her daughter's ass and two beers since 
had left me with an empty gun. Lucy looked haggard anyway, rough night 
at work I guess.

I took my bike out for a bruising trail bash the next morning. So 
bruising I ended up walking it back with a flat tire and a bent rim. I 
hadn't escaped without damage either and it was after eleven before me 
and the bike limped onto Lucy and Patricia's street.

Mother and daughter were out front doing a bit of gardening. Both were 
wearing painted on nylon shorts that left a bit of cheek exposed. An 
elderly neighbor across the street was ogling them while pretending to 
water his lawn. I wondered which one her was ogling the most.

Pat jumped up and ran down the walk to meet me. She pulled up short, 
"You broke your bike."

I reached out and tussled her hair, "Yes, I broke my bike."

We chatted as we walked to where Lucy stood smiling.

"I wanted to give you a dinner invite. Say about 6:30."

Lucy smiled as Pat jumped up and down in anticipation, "That sound good."

I showered then loaded the injured bike into the Justy. I could've taken 
just the rim but the chain was skipping badly in several gears as well. 
I dropped the beast off at the bike shop then headed for the local 
supermarket. One thing I was not was a cook.

Luckily the place had a pretty well equipped deli. I ended up dropping 
seventy-five bucks for a roast with all the trimmings and two bottles of 
wine. On impulse I picked up some candles at the register.

On the way home I spied a liquor store and popped in to pick up a bottle 
of Tequila. I hoped I had some lemons.

The remainder of the afternoon should have been taken up by 
housecleaning but thanks to my sexy little maid there was nothing to be 
cleaned. I tried to watch an old western but simply couldn't generate 
much interest. I ended up surfing for porn till I heard heels on the walk.

I met them at the door and damn near fainted. Mother and daughter were 
in identical white sheath dresses that came to the knees and hugged like 
a second skin. A slit came to mid thigh on each. It was obvious that 
neither wore anything beneath them. Lucy's nipples stood out like 
bullets. Shit, they'd worn that all the way over here. I looked out the 
door past them expecting to see several car crashes and at least three 
busy bodies furiously dialing the cops. What I saw was Lucy's battered 
Tempo sitting on the curb.

Mollified I let them in and made small talk while laying out the food. 
Pat still felt the need to play the maid and did much of it. She even 
brought me and her mother a glass of wine each as we chatted on the couch.

Dinner was alright, not grand but alright, supermarket deli folk are not 
great cooks. After the meal the wine flowed freely. Pat was allowed one 
glass and sneaked several more. By nine she was a giggly mass of 
protoplasm wiggling around on the floor. I scooped her up and carried 
her to my bed then rejoined her mother on the couch.

This time there were fewer preliminaries, in minutes Lucy had lost her 
dress and I my pants. My curvy guest knelt between my knees and 
proceeded to give me royal head to completion. I then ate her pussy and 
delectable tush to an orgasm that forced her to bellow her pleasure to 
the night.

As we rested up for round two we cuddled on the couch. Lucy rested her 
head on my sweaty chest and toyed with my sticky dick.

"Did you enjoy my other surprise?"

"I thought it was Pat's surprise."

Lucy giggled, "It was my idea. My little darling was horrified. She 
thought you only liked looking at her panties."

I shifted uncomfortably. Despite Lucy's casual manner I was still 
uncomfortable with discussing a lust for a eight-year-old girl with the 
child's mother!

Lucy kissed my sweaty chest and looked up at me. "You do like looking at 
her bald little twat don't you. You like that white, round ass too."

My cock twitched, Lucy went on.

"Did you get a good look?"

I met her gaze and nodded.

"Tell me about it? What did you do? Did you finger her?"

I nodded again.

Was she awake this time?"

"Yes."

"Did you eat her?"

I colored but jerked a nod after a moment.

Lucy dug a finger into her own fat mound. "Oooh, that's so fucking hot. 
C'mon what else?"

I licked my lips. "I tongued her butt."

Lucy licked her lips, "how did she take it?"

"She liked it, she wanted more."

Lucy's eyes got big and I thought she was going to cum on the spot. Her 
finger dug deep. "Shit!" Abruptly she rolled to her feet and grabbed me 
by the cock. I had no choice but to rise and follow as she headed for 
the bedroom.

We stood in the doorway and stared at the sleeping child for a moment. 
She lay on her side and stomach, her white dress stretched tight over 
her fat little ass. It had ridden up, the slit baring one plump thigh to 
within an inch of her crotch.

Lucy released my dick and stepped forward to trace her fingers up one 
pudgy, eight-year-old thigh. She dropped to her knees and licked the 
ball of one foot then licked across the sole to tickle the toes. My cock 
began to stir again as she trailed her way around her daughter's ankle 
and then began to lick up the shapely calf. The higher she went the more 
frantic she became. She kissed the hollow of the child's knee then 
started kissing and licking her way up a pudgy thigh, small growls 
exited from deep in her throat.

When she reached the end of the slit in the dress she grabbed the two 
flaps of fabric and yanked. Threads popped but the garment held. She 
yanked again and the dress tore. She ripped it almost to the neckline, 
exposing her daughter's smooth back and round ass.

She looked at me and grinned. "Tongue her ass again, wake her up with 
your tongue up her butt!"

"Wake her up?"

Lucy stood and walked to the head of the bed. She climbed on, her weight 
tossing her daughter about on the mattress. "Fuck yes! The little slut 
can't eat my pussy asleep."

Hearing that caused my prick to harden more. Without protest I knelt and 
buried my face between the lush, pillowy whiteness of Patricia's 
delectable eight-year-old backside.

I curled a finger and began to stroke at Pat's fat little cunny while my 
tongue circled her anal pucker. Up front, Lucy lifted her daughter's 
head and began to masturbate herself with the child's nose.

I detected just a hint of dewy moisture and eased my finger into that 
plump, bald, baby pussy putting pressure on her tight little asshole at 
the same time. The muscle twitched but held. I bathed it with spit then 
drove in harder, battering my way into Pat's buttery eight-year-old 
butt. My finger found her hymen and stroked it as a vagrant thumb rubbed 
her tiny clit.

I don't know if it was my stimulation below or her mother's action on 
her face above but Pat came awake to find herself with a face full of 
bald mommy twat. She struggled for a second but Lucy's death grip on her 
head wouldn't let her pull back. After a second the stimulation her 
pussy and ass were getting finally registered and she quit fighting.

"Open up baby, stick out that pink little tongue and lap mommy's pussy," 
Lucy cooed. "Get that little lapper up mommy's twat. Mommy needs a 
little slut cuntlapper."

Hearing the perversion pouring from Lucy's mouth made my dick throb and 
I began to rub myself off on the mattress as I serviced the child's ass 
and twat.

Deciding that Patricia's sphincter was relaxed enough I pushed my face 
deep between those pillowy cheeks and forced my tongue deep into her 
ass. The feel of several inches of my tongue sliding past the tight 
portal of an eight-year-old's anus almost made me cum on the spot. 
Startled, Pat groaned into her mother's pussy and shoved her butt 
against my face, pushing me deeper.

I started to tongue fuck her ass, pulling out till only the tip was 
inside then driving deep, so tight was her butt that each down stroke 
took long seconds to slide sensuously inside. As I tongued her I trapped 
the child's tiny clit between my thumb and forefinger and began to 
alternately rub and squeeze it.

Pat went slowly berserk. Her chubby thighs bucked up at me, sliding 
hotly across my chest. The muscles in her back tensed and relaxed. Her 
sexy butt cheeks clasped and released my face.

I knew when she started to lick her mother's pussy. Lucy almost made 
sure the neighborhood knew.

"That's right baby, LICK THAT PUSSY! JUST LIKE THAT. FUCK! EAT MOMMY'S 
PUSSY!"

There was a 'smack' alongside my face and Pat's chubby right cheek juggled.

"Naughty little girl! Little girls aren't supposed to eat their mother's 
pussy's." Lucy's hand cracked on Pat's other cheek. "Naughty, slut 
little girl. Naughty, naughty, naughty!" With each 'naughty' Lucy's hand 
came down again, by now the blows hard and stinging.

Pat came hard. Her ass clamped down so tight on my tongue that for long 
seconds I was held immobile unable to advance or retreat. She bucked up, 
trying and nearly succeeding at bucking me and her mother off the bed. 
Twice more she convulsed, each less violent than the previous then went 
limp. My hand was covered with warm little-girl cum and maybe a little piss.

Lucy pushed me back then flipped her daughter onto her back. I had just 
a glimpse of glowing red, well spanked cheeks. With a ripping tug Lucy 
tore the child's tattered dress from her and tossed the ruined rag 
aside. Her face a mask of lust she climbed astride Patricia's pretty 
face and ground her shaved pussy into her daughter's mouth. She grasped 
the child's legs and pulled them to her.

She looked at me. "Eat her ass some more! I want her pussy!" With that 
her face dipped between Pat's smooth, white thighs.

Far be it for me to refuse and order to molest a pre-teen child. 
Especially when the order came from the child's own mother. I took a 
mouthful of fat, red cheek and bit hard enough to leave teeth marks then 
sent my tongue back up that sexy baby-bum.

Together we molested fat little Patricia viciously. Each of us fed on 
the depravity of the other till we were damn near consuming the child's 
ass and pussy. Pat, barely having recovered from her first cum was soon 
soaring toward another. She whimpered and moaned into her mother's 
plump, bald twat as she was orally raped. Her little hairless little 
cunt was lubing so much that Lucy couldn't keep up. Rivulets of little 
girl pussy cream overflowed her puffy, reddened twat to coat her bottom 
in a glistening sheen. I didn't mind. It was the perfect seasoning for 
pre-teen baby ass.

Within minutes the child was again on the edge. Lucy and I seemed to 
communicate almost telepathically. I replaced my tongue with two stiff 
fingers then used my now available mouth to bite her tiny, throbbing 
clit. At the same moment Lucy took a puffy little nipple between her 
thumb and forefinger and twisted.

It was too much. Pat bridged, her back an almost perfect arc and bucked 
her mother off her face. Her legs, released, slammed down on my shoulder 
with painful force, boxing my ears in passing. Devoid of stimulation she 
bucked one more then again went limp.

I eased her legs to the mattress then leaned forward to check her. My 
sexy little maid had actually passed out!

Lucy and I locked gazes over her daughters sweaty nakedness. The sexy 
temptress licked her lips, there was a wild look in her eyes. "Fuck me! 
Now!" she hissed.

My thoughts exactly. Pat's unconscious form was pushed to one side then 
I shoved Lucy forward and mounted her doggy style. At once we began to 
rut like a pair of alley cats. This wasn't making love, even sex was too 
mild a word. This was nasty, hard core fucking. Lucy alternately 
whimpered and growled as I drove into her overflowing, overheated pussy. 
Our bodies smacked together then squelched apart, the bed groaning in 
protest beneath us.

It didn't last long. It couldn't as turned on as we both were. In two 
score rapid strokes I was firing a boiling load of cum into Lucy's tight 
cunt. She was with me, her hot, wet twat spasming around my dick as she 
screamed her release to the neighborhood.

We lay and panted a moment then Lucy grinned back at me. "I could use a 
beer."

We slipped out of bed leaving Pat's still form undisturbed though Lucy 
did plant a kiss on one damp ass cheek.

We had the beer then a quick mutual rinse in the shower. Afterwards I 
found us a pair of robes. We were giggling and cuddling on the couch 
when Pat appeared in the door. The child's hair was disheveled and she 
still had a 'I just got hit by a truck' look in her eyes. She was 
self-consciously clutching a sheet around her body in place of her 
destroyed dress.

Lucy got up and met her daughter halfway across the floor. She enveloped 
the child, hugging her and kissing the top of her head. All concerned 
mother now she led Pat back to the couch and ensconced her between us.

"Did you like that baby. Did you like your hot little cums?"

Pat looked up at me. Having her mother in on the fun and games was a new 
twist. Getting no direction from me she shyly looked up at her mother. 
Biting her lower lip she jerked a nod.

Lucy engulfed her again, rocking the child. "Oh baby, it's nothing to be 
ashamed of. We all like sex. Sex is good and the nastier it is the 
better it is." She kissed the tip of Pat's cute nose then slid her hand 
through a fold in the sheet to briefly caress a plump thigh.

With a grin at me Lucy stood and moved to sit on my opposite side. Now I 
was between them. With a flip of a wrist she tossed open my robe, 
exposing my still damp dick to all.

"Baby this is a prick. This is what a man has in place of a pussy. Have 
you ever seen one of these before?"

Pat nodded. "I played with it till it squirted once."

Lucy shot me a look.

"Umm, she jerked me off in the shower a couple of days ago."

"You bastard, you didn't mention that!"

I smiled sheepishly, "It slipped my mind."

She giggled at that. "An eight year old girl whacks you off and it slips 
your mind. We have to see about finding you some more memorable 
experiences."

She started to caress my cock, gently running her fingertips across the 
helmet and down the shaft. She found a vein and traced it till it 
vanished into the hairy next of my balls. She supped each of my nuts in 
turn then slid back up the shaft, taking me in hand.

"Pricks are nice baby. Feel of it."

Pat hesitated a moment, looking from me to her mother then sheepishly 
reaching over to take a grip just above Lucy's. Lucy began to gently 
stroke and after a moment Pat followed along. Me, I slumped back into 
the cushions as mother and daughter began to jack me off. My dick had 
been soft but I felt it stir at this kinky double stimulation.

This continued for a minute or so during which my cock regained a 
semi-hard state. Lucy then again spoke to her daughter. There are other 
ways to get a man to squirt hon." Holding her daughter's gaze she leaned 
forward and planted a kiss on the smooth dome of my helmet. "You can 
kiss there dicks." She whispered. repeating the action with another 
light brushing of her lips then leaning back and looking at Patricia 
expectantly.

Pat looked from my cock to her mother's visage. After a moment the child 
licked her lips then leaned over and planted a quick smack on my prick. 
She jerked back quickly but finding nothing objectionable leaned back 
down and gave it a longer kiss a second later. Sitting up, she grinned 
at both me and her mother. A giggle at her own naughtiness escaped her lips.

Lucy bent down again, "You can also lick their dicks." So saying her 
talented tongue snaked out, its wet tip tracing the thick rim of my cock 
head before rising to flutter in my piss slit.

She sat back and waited. Pat hesitated less this time. Her little head 
went down and I felt the exquisite agony of an eight-year-old tongue 
playing across the head of my prick. The recipient of that lapping 
throbbed, steel returning to the structure.

Lucy went on, "There's another thing you can do with your mouth honey." 
She looked at me. "I think it's time Pat learned to suck cock don't 
you." Her voice dropped to a husky whisper. "That way she can pay you 
back for slurping on her bald little twat on those long evenings when 
you two have nothing to do."

Just hearing such a proclamation from the lips of the child's own mother 
finished the tempering process. My dick grew another half inch in the 
same number of seconds. It slapped against my stomach, rock hard and bow 
string taut..

Lucy chortled, "Oho, you like that idea huh?" She gave my dick a short 
stroke and met my gaze. "Does the idea of a second grader taking your 
dick in her little slut mouth while her mother watches turn you on? Are 
you that perverted?" My dick answered the question, twitching again and 
getting harder if possible.

Lucy leaned in and kissed my cock. She gave it a quick tongue lashing 
then the head vanished into her mouth. Her head bobbed three or four 
times then she withdrew and angled my wet, hard cock toward Pat.

Patricia looked at the two of us then at my prick as it throbbed in her 
mother's grip. Slowly she moved in, moving her head from side to side 
like a cheetah circling its prey. She imitated her mother first kissing 
the head then giving it a few licks. When her puffy little lips parted 
and the head of my cock entered the hot cavern of her little mouth I 
groaned. If it hadn't been for load I'd dumped in Lucy's twat earlier 
I'm sure Pat would have got a cream surprise at that moment.

Pat rested with the head of my dick in her mouth for a second then 
performed three shallow dips, each time taking maybe an inch and a half 
of cock. She then pulled off and grinned nervously.

Lucy moved in and bobbed a few more times, this time taking more dick. 
Again she offered my cock to her daughter. This time she coached as 
little Pat sucked my dick. "Take it deeper baby, all the way to the back 
of your pretty little mouth. Suck on it a little and use your tongue."

Back and forth they went, mother and daughter trading off on my dick. By 
the fourth or fifth set little Pat had lost her diffidence and seemed to 
be getting into the nastiness of what she was doing. She kept my dick 
longer each time and was taking me deep enough to gag several times.

They traded off once more then Lucy handed me off again to her fat 
little eight-year-old daughter. "Finish it baby. Make him cum. Good 
little girls like cum, they drink it. Cum's good for you. It'll give you 
tits like mommy's. Be a good little slut baby and eat his cum."

Pat hesitated a second at the talk of my cuming in her mouth but only a 
second. She then went back to sucking dick like a trooper.

I was close and Lucy knew it. She put her hand on the back of Pat's head 
and began to drive the child's face onto my prick forcing her to pick up 
the pace. She also forced her to take more cock. Gagging sounds rose 
from the little girl's throat on each plunge.

That was the final straw. I arched my back, pushing my throbbing dick 
into Pat's throat while her mother kept her from withdrawing and even 
pushed her down further. With a bellow I launched boiling cum down the 
eight-year-olds gullet.

Lucy let me spurt several times down the child's throat then pulled her 
daughter's head up so I was filling her mouth. Rope after steaming rope 
of rank male spunk shot into the little-girl's mouth, filling it till 
her cheeks puffed slightly and her tongue was swimming in it.

I fell back, pulling my spent prick from Pat's mouth. A thin streamer of 
cum followed, bridging the gap between us. In an instant Lucy clapped 
her hand over her daughter's mouth, preventing her from spitting.

"Swallow it baby. Swallow all that tasty cum. It's good isn't it. I'm 
sure you'll be getting a lot of it from now on." She tilted her head and 
grinned up at me. "Maybe it'll be more memorable than just a handjob."

It took several seconds but finally Pat swallowed my load in two 
rhythmic gulps. When her mother removed her hand she gasped and coughed 
several times. Lucy immediately moved in kissing and cooing, "That was 
so good baby. Mommy's so proud.

Only eight years old and already the makings of a first class cocksucker."

She kissed and made over for another minute then pushed her toward my 
crotch again. "Lick on that dick some more baby. Get it hard while mommy 
makes you feel good." So saying she tugged until Pat slid off the couch 
and was on her hands and knees with her head between my thighs. Lucy 
slid down behind her daughter. The sheet billowed up then drifted down 
to lie on the eight-year-old's back, leaving her plump, creamy white 
buttocks exposed. Lucy then moved in till the lower half of her face 
vanished behind those tender, succulent pillows.

Pat looked up at me and I reached down to stroke her hair. I didn't make 
any move to pull her to my crotch. I felt her start as her mother's 
tongue began to flutter over her immature, hairless charms.

The child closed her eyes and began to rock against her mother's face. 
She held that pose for maybe a minute. Finally she opened her eyes and 
smiled up at me then moved in on my cock. I continued to stroke her fine 
hair as she slurped up my semi-hard prick and begin to lazily suck and 
tongue it.

Over the next several minutes her enthusiasm grew as her mother's mouth 
worked its magic. The plump little girl's head began to bounce with more 
authority on my dick and she made small mewing sounds around it as she 
screwed her sexy butt into her mother's face.

Suddenly the plump child stiffened and screamed around my dick. At first 
I though she'd cum but the pace was wrong. I knew enough about her 
sexual responses now to know when her peak was and she hadn't been 
there, approaching yes but not there.

I was still trying to puzzle it out when Lucy held up a bloody finger. 
Fuck! She'd busted Pat's cherry! I couldn't see her mouth, it was buried 
in bald-eight-year-old twat but her eyes smiled mischievously at me over 
Pat's twin snowy moons.

The child began to mewl again as her mother's mouth soothed the hurt and 
soon she was once again shoving her ass at her mother's face. Lucy ate 
her for another minute then rose and moved up alongside her daughter. 
Her hand trailed behind, still abusing her pre-teen daughter.

She kissed Pat on the cheek then moved her head up close to mine. It was 
a stretch but her fingers never left her daughter's pussy.

"Fuck her!," she hissed in my ear. "Get behind and take her doggy style! 
I want to see her fucked!"

My cock lurched in Pat's mouth at the thought of that. It's not that I 
hadn't thought of fucking the plump child. I damn well had. I'd 
regretfully decided she was too young for that step however. Now the 
little girl's own mother was urging me to do just that!

"I don't think she'll like that Lucy. It'll hurt, a lot more than your 
finger," I whispered back.

"At first but she'll learn to like it."

"It's the 'at first' I'm worried about." Should I fuck her? I damn sure 
wanted to. I stroked Pat's hair then cupped her chin preparatory to 
pulling her off my dick so I could put the question to her. Lucy read my 
intentions and grabbed my wrist.

"Don't ask", she hissed. "Just do it! Rape her!"

My mouth dropped open in shock. I couldn't have heard that correctly. 
She repeated it, I had heard it correctly.

"I want to see my little girl raped. Take her hard and make her scream! 
Ream out that bald little pussy and don't stop till your cock's bouncing 
off her cervix!"

Oh Fuck! My dick lurched as Pat, unaware of the whispered conversation 
going on over her head again took my dick to the very portal of her 
throat. She'd begun to hum.

I looked down at her. Could I do this. It seemed a betrayal of trust. 
Fuck! It was a betrayal of trust. I looked at Lucy. Her eyes smoldered, 
she was deep within her own sexual fantasy and she was dragging me along 
for the ride. My dick throbbed at the thought. Shit, I was weak. Raping 
a little girl while her mother cheered me on. My cock raged at the 
thought. I was going to do it I couldn't pass this up.

I kissed Lucy on her perverted cheek, "Keep her warm. I have to piss." I 
started to rise but Lucy pushed me back into the sofa. Grinning she 
finally pulled her fingers from her daughter's bare muff and straddled 
the child's back. She then grabbed the eight-year-old's pretty head in 
both hands. "Do it in her mouth! Piss in her fucking mouth!"

Pat heard this and tried to look up at her mother but Lucy's strong 
hand's held her head rigid. Instead her eyes found mine. We locked gazes 
for a second then I closed my eyes and released my bladder.

Pat started to fight when she felt and tasted my hot, rank piss 
streaming into her mouth. She was no match for her mother's strength 
though. Her mouth filled quickly and soon she had a choice between 
drowning and swallowing. She held the decision till her cheeks bulged 
but then began to swallow. I kept pouring it in, reveling in the 
perversion of the act, using an eight-year-old child as a toilet. Fuck! 
My dick was so hard it was choking down the stream.

That only deliciously drew out the experience however so little Pat had 
to spend long seconds drinking from my hard dick. Lucy had began to hump 
her own bald, seeping twat against her daughter's smooth back, rucking 
the sheet up till it was a bunched rope at the pre-teens shoulders. 
Already a glistening strip of pussy slime covered the child's back.

Finally the stream slacked off then stopped. I sent a couple of more 
spurts into Pat's chubby cheeked toilet mouth them pulled my cock from 
her mouth and stood.

As I vacated my position Lucy swung a leg over Pat's back and nimbly 
pivoted on the other to drop down in my place. Pat had started to gag 
and cough the second my dick left her mouth. She was still doing so when 
Lucy gripped the back of her head and yanked her pretty face into fat, 
bald, mommy twat.

I stepped to the rear and surveyed the pre-teen's sexy round butt and 
fat protruding cuntlet. I saw no blood around the puffy little lips, 
just snowy white baby pussy. Fuck! I wanted this!

I dropped to my knees and kissed both fat little ass cheeks then brought 
my saliva slick cock up and rubbed it up and down the equally slick 
groove of Pat's cunny. Her puffy lips felt fantastic against the 
sensitive head of my dick. Despite cuming twice in the last hour I was 
ready to go again.

I positioned my cock and started to apply pressure. Slowly the tightly 
sealed halves of Pat's bald little peach spread, allowing the tip of my 
cock in. Well before the head was fully seated however I felt her 
cuntlet reach its elastic limit. It's easily exploitable elastic limit 
that is. Any further advance was going to cause pain.

Lucy had leaned over Pat's pale back and, while still holding Pat's face 
to her own wet twat, was staring at the juncture of me and her daughter. 
She met my gaze and licked her lips. "Do it, wreck that bald baby cunt!"

Fuck! That pushed me over the edge. I grasped the front of the child's 
plump, shapely thighs, took a deep breath and lunged!

Her fat, protruding little pussy never had a chance. In an instant two 
inches of iron hard pervert cock had forced its was past her puffy lips 
and pierced her immature passage.

Her body spasmed at the violation of my entrance but initially Pat made 
no sound other than a mommy pussy muffled 'huh'. That changed a long 
second later when the shock finally released its hold on her vocal 
cords. She screamed her pain into her mother's twat. An act that caused 
Lucy to close her eyes in sexual bliss and pull her daughter's face 
deeper into her drooling cunt.

I waited till she screamed her lungs empty and while she was gathering 
her breath lunged again. Several more inches of dick slid home. Fuck! 
She was tight. I lunged again, burying another inch. I had two inches of 
dick to go, could I get it all in? I really wanted to feel the head of 
my prick against little Pat's immature womb.

I rested for a moment, stroking the eight-year-old's fat bubble butt 
while she sobbed into her mother's bald twat. I leaned down and pulled 
her hair aside and kissed the child's neck then I straightened and tried 
to drive in deeper. Nada, I just shoved Pat's face deeper into her 
mother's twat. Fuck she was tight, we were locked together. I tried 
again and gained maybe a quarter inch. Time to shift gears. I pulled 
back and felt the exquisite sensation of an inch and a half of dick 
sliding out of the hot, velvet vice of the child's sullied cuntlet, the 
room air on my wet shaft felt cold.

I took a firm grip on Pat's thighs and gave a mighty shove while pulling 
her onto me. My dick slid in like an oiled piston, and this time I 
reached top dead center. It felt great, so tight was Pat's cunny that it 
almost hurt but it still felt great. My balls were against the child's 
bald, tightly stretched cunt lips and at the head of my cock I could 
fell the spongy barrier of her cervix. Even Pat screaming anew into her 
mother's wet sex couldn't detract from the moment.

I rested for a moment then began easing out. Each fraction of an inch 
was delicious agony. With half my dick out I began to ease back in. The 
next stroke was easier and the next even more so. I fucked little Pat, 
short stroking her tight, bald pussy. At first she cried each time I 
changed directions but after a while this died down to snuffling whimpers.

I began to speed up and increase the length of my strokes. Her little 
pussy had loosened but it was still incredibly tight. I leaned forward 
and kissed the child's sweaty neck. My hand caressed a soft, damp butt 
cheek as I raped the eight-year-old.

I fell into a rhythm, sawing about three-fourths of my cock in and out 
of Pat's little slot. Above my head I heard Lucy cooing to her daughter. 
Her big thighs massaged her daughter's head as she urged the child eat 
her pussy. I leaned forward and drew my tongue up the little girl's 
back. When I reached her shoulder blades I kissed each prominent point, 
they were surprisingly pronounced for a child of her heft.

My balls were beginning to send warning signals. I picked up the pace, 
my stomach began to smack into Pat's buttocks, making the soft flesh 
jiggle. I cocked back my hand and smacked her right cheek, hard. The 
jiggle of the flesh and the red imprint left behind increasing the 
disturbance in my nuts.

Groaning I took a grip on Pat's thighs and really started to pound her 
immature twat. She had been nearly silent for long minutes but now she 
started to whimper again. It only urged me to further effort. Sweat flew 
from my face as I pounded the child, shoving her face deep into her 
mother's sex with each stroke. For her part Lucy had begun to rotate her 
big hips, jacking herself off with her daughter's sniffling face.

My cum rolled over me like an avalanche, it started in my toes then 
climbed my legs to settle into my balls. From there it exploded outward 
to race through my chest and down my arms, almost electric in it 
intensity. I threw back my head and howled as I fired burst after burst 
of spunk into Pat's no longer virgin slot.

I was just starting to come back down when Lucy got her own cookies. She 
arched her back, lifting her big, sexy butt off the sofa while both 
hands washed her twat with Pat's face. She hung there for long seconds, 
her eyes fluttering then sank back to the sofa. After a minute her eyes 
opened and she smiled at me over he daughter's sweaty back. "That, was 
fucking awesome lover!"

Pat gurgled something but Lucy just pushed her deeper into her slimy 
sex. "You'll get used to it hon. Probably even start to like it." She 
giggled at my confused look. "Well you pissed in her mouth. Besides, I 
always have to go after sex."

I felt like shit the next day. From the first moment my eyes opened it 
all came rolling in. What the fuck had I done! Guilt was the major part 
though fear was present too. I could see the long cruiser pulling to the 
curb and the serious looking officers coming to the door. I'd be led out 
in cuffs as the neighbors gathered and whispered, 'child molester', 
'pervert', 'pedophile'.

The day was a nightmare. I could concentrate on nothing. I had to get 
out of the house. I grabbed my keys and headed out the door. The old 
widow across the street was watering her lawn. She looked right at me, 
accusation in her eyes. I panicked and fled back inside. I fell asleep 
on the couch long after midnight.

Monday was as bad. I had to get to work so that gave me something to 
concentrate on. Once ensconced in my cube however things went to shit. 
Every time footsteps approached I expected to see a grim faced detective 
rounding the corner. Every whispered conversation among co-workers was 
about me, every jangling phone was a question about my whereabouts. By 
lunch I'd had enough. Feigning illness I kited.

I spent the afternoon in a park. A pair of mimes played in refrigerator 
boxes while bohemian underachievers toyed with chalk on the walks. I 
tried girl watching, a favorite pastime of males everywhere but that 
reminded me of how I'd gotten into this mess. I tried visiting the 
amateur art exhibition, but an oil of innocent children at play sent me 
reeling. I tried communing with nature but the happy shrieks from the 
nearby playground accused me. In the end I spent the long afternoon 
feeding pigeons in a disused part of the preserve.

As the shadows lengthened and the park emptied I knew I had to go home. 
I made my way to the nearly vacant parking lot and coaxed the Justy onto 
the freeway. It was late when I turned onto my street. I turned into the 
driveway, as my lights swept across the front of the house I froze. A 
plump, familiar figure sat hunched in a raincoat on my front stoop.





























































  Brad's Chronicles (MF, Mg, MFg, inc, ws, rape, rom)

Available at http://www.asstr.org/~792x57/

FIRST things first I guess. This is an erotic story written for the 
enjoyment of consenting adults. If you are not consenting don't read it 
(now that made a lot of sense). If you are not an adult don't read it. 
This story contains pedophilia and incest. If this offends you or 
violates your personal moral code DON'T READ IT.

SECOND: While I have the soapbox I want to say something about the 
nature of fantasy. That is what this story is FANTASY. I do not condone 
or agree with the activities portrayed in this story. Anyone in real 
life who harms a child deserves to be castrated then shot. That said, 
what is harm? Is a consenting, loving, sexual relationship between a 
child and an adult harmful? If done with care it is not physically 
harmful but there are other kinds of harm. Is it emotionally harmful? 
Perhaps, perhaps not, in actuality it probably varies case by case. 
Children don't have labels, there is no tag that says 'I can handle 
sex'. So for that reason alone caring adults should not consider a 
sexual relationship with a child (uncaring adults are going to do as 
they damn well please).

THIRD: Now I wish to speak on incest. I have no problem on a moral level 
with incest. I even consider the idea erotic (go figure) on an abstract 
level. I only have problems with incest is when it involves an adult and 
a child. The adult whether he/she be a parent or uncle/aunt or whatever 
is in a position of authority over the child. That brings in the 
possibility of coercion. Even if this is not intended there will be an 
element of it there just because of the authority position. Most 
children want to please their parents. A child that is subject to sexual 
advances by a parent may acquiesce even if this is not something they 
wish to do. I would have the same problem if the adult were a teacher or 
a principle. Other than that I have no problems with incest. If a 
brother and sister want to play around under the sheets, as long as 
certain precautions are taken, more power to them.

LAST: I want to speak on the nature of eroticism. This is in two parts, 
the first ties in with the nature of fantasy above. I find many things 
erotic in literature, these include, pedophilia, incest, bestiality, 
torture, rape, water sports etc... Very few of these things would I find 
erotic if I was a participant. Let me state that again, not only would I 
not do them (for moral reasons) but the thought of actually doing them 
turns me off like a light. Curious, I enjoy reading about them but the 
thought of doing them is repellant.

Now for the second part, I have for many years read erotic stories, 
starting with filched copies of Penthouse Letters as a teenager then 
downloading them from BBS's and finally the internet. I have found many, 
many erotic stories that I have enjoyed immensely. I have also found a 
great deal of duds. To be erotic a story needs several things. It has to 
be believable both in the setting and the actions/reactions of the 
participants. A story where a child walks into a pool hall, raises her 
dress and takes on everybody in the place would not be erotic for me no 
matter how hot the sex, because I would not believe it. A story has to 
be descriptive. Adjectives and adverbs are important. Don't tell me that 
Jane dropped to her knees and fucked the dog. Tell me what she feels, 
what she says, how she moves. Don't tell me a child is cute. Describe 
her, what is her skin tone, what color are her eyes, her hair? How soft 
is her skin? What is she thinking?

My bike jolted as I took a shortcut across the railroad tracks and 
veered back onto the bike path. This was a pleasant area. Older homes 
and apartments, some ran down but not trashy or junky. The people were 
good too. The average income wasn't high but these were decent 
hardworking people, not trash or dug dealers.

I'd just moved into the city of Oakland a suburb of Pittsburgh a few 
months before and was still getting to know the area. Nine years of 
nowhere jobs and night classes were finally paying off. With the ink 
still wet on my degree I landed a job with a chemical company in the old 
steel town.

I'd loaded my battered old Justy wagon with some trepidation. My idea of 
Pittsburgh was a noisy, polluted, crass sort of place. I'd been 
pleasantly surprised to be surprised. The city was noisy, but it was the 
bustle of happy people, not the clamor of trip hammers. Most of the 
neanderthal era steel mills were gone. The smoky stacks had been 
dynamited one by one. The mills that were left were clean, efficient and 
modern. They'd been joined by a plethora of other high tech industries.

These had in turn brought in a younger, gayer crowd. The gray streets 
I'd imagined had taken on color and parks, museums and bike paths had 
sprouted. It was a whole lot like Seattle, only without the rain.

The bike path entered a wooded section. I pumped harder, working up a 
sweat. I was only a mile or so from home and could already taste the beer.

I slowed as I approached my neighborhood, cooling down and enjoying the 
fine spring air. The houses here were mainly duplexes, with the odd 
single family home wedged between on postage stamp lots. As a Chemical 
Engineer, even a newly frocked one, I could have afforded better. After 
years of hand to mouth living though the idea of having disposable cash 
was attractive. I'd decided not to spend all of my money on a fancy 
house or upscale apartment. I had no one to impress and my needs were 
actually quite modest. I still had that clapped out old Justy too.

A block from my place a group of ragtag children stood in a circle. As I 
got closer I could tell a lone girl stood at the center of that ring. 
She was 8 maybe 9 and heavy for her age. Oddly the extra weight added 
definition to her thighs and butt, giving them a shape beyond her years. 
Only a puffy face and a slight protruding belly went into the negative 
column. Right now quite a bit of that shape was on display at least in 
the lower quadrant. All of the children were in shorts or swimwear and 
this girl was wearing a faded one piece in a flower print that was at 
least two sizes too small. It pulled high on her thighs and left a lot 
of smooth white buttocks exposed.

At the moment the child's fat chin was quivering as she tried to hold 
back her tears. In the cruel manner of children the ring was taunting her.

"Fatty Patty", a toe headed boy crowed.

"Big butt cow!" another chimed in.

"We don't want you to swim with us Patricia. We might catch sumthin'", 
this from a sweet looking little girl of maybe 7.

"She splashes all the water out anyway."

"Yeah and she's got boogers."

"And a beer gut. My dad says she looks like she swallowed a watermelon."

The target of the abuse twisted this way and that to face her 
tormenters. The tears glistened in her eyes but she stoically held them 
back.

The squeal of my brakes brought the festivities to a halt. As one the 
mass of children swiveled to face me.

"I think that's enough."

Caught by an adult the little torture circle looked abashed for a 
moment. Then the same boy who had made the 'Fatty Patty' taunt spoke up.

"We don't got to listen to you."

I gave him my best hard stare. Several years of life guarding for the 
YMCA had given me a good hard stare.

"No you don't. But I'm sure you're parents will when I tell them what I 
saw this afternoon."

Most of the group looked scared at that but toe head wasn't willing to 
concede yet.

"Yeah well you don't know our parents."

"That's true but I don't have anything to do this afternoon. When do you 
have to be home son? I'll just sit right here and wait for somebody to 
call you to supper."

The boy bit his lip and looked sullen. "I'll have my dad call the 
police. I'll say you were following me."

"Yeah", another voice piped up, "They put guys that follow kids in jail."

I smiled and pulled out my celphone. "Now that's a real fine idea. Why 
don't I just call the police right now. I'm sure they can find out who 
your parents are and that way I don't have to hang around."

I raised the phone and started to dial, that was the last straw. Like a 
dam breaking the children began to drift away in ones and twos. Toe head 
wasn't the first but he wasn't the last either. In less than a minute me 
and Patricia stood alone.

I looked down at the chubby girl. Damn from this close I could see that 
her thin, worn out bathing suit was pulled tight up against her fat, 
bald little cunt. The material had actually crept between the plump 
little lips. Her pre-teen pussy was almost as plain as if she were 
naked. I willed my dick down and fought my gaze up to her eyes, hoping 
she hadn't noticed where my attention had been. "Are you ok."

She was blinking rapidly, the tears so long restrained began to flow.

Without thought I dropped the kickstand and swung off the bike. I pulled 
the child into a hug, she quivered against me. "There, there it's okay 
honey."

"I'm ugly and fat," she sniffed. "Just like they said."

I pushed her back and looked at her. "You're not ugly honey. I think 
you're very pretty. You are a little overweight but that doesn't make 
you ugly."

"You're just saying that."

I tilted her chin up so she met my gaze. "No I'm not. I think you're 
pretty and sexy."

She brightened immediately, "You think I'm sexy?"

I smiled and kicked myself in the ass. Now why the fuck had I said that. 
If you do want to get in trouble in puritanical America just tell a 
child she's sexy. It's the Salem witch trials all over again.

"Where do you live honey, I'll walk you home." Nice save.

Patricia bubbled on about inane kids stuff as we walked the half block 
to her house. At her driveway I gave her an affectionate pat on the head 
and then rode off. The girl rapidly dwindling in my mind till she was 
nothing but another potential whack-off fantasy.

I have plenty of those, at twenty-seven I am single and not dating. It's 
not that I don't want feminine companionship, I do want it, badly. I'm 
not ugly, plain maybe but not ugly. I'm not buff, not like the muscle 
hounds that do all the health club commercials but I'm not out of shape 
either. I bike daily and watch my diet, which is enough to keep me trim.

I've seen women look at me, and I think I've seen interest and that 
brings us to the crux of the problem. I don't know how to talk to women. 
They terrify and fascinate me. I've been that way since I first knew 
what a girl was for. I never had a date in high school or college, never 
went to a dance. I couldn't and can't talk to women. I'll lay my plans, 
rehearse my spiel, polish my technique and when its time for the rubber 
to hit the road I freeze, every time.

I'm not a virgin but my few unsatisfying sexual encounters have been 
either with prostitutes or women I've picked up in a bar when I was 
drunk enough to suppress the terror of actually talking to a woman.

I bumped into my yard and dismounted. After unlocking the front door I 
rolled the bike inside and hung it on the wall. A shower and a beer had 
me feeling human again, I grabbed another brew and booted up my computer.

Over the years since puberty my awkwardness around the opposite sex had 
insured that my right hand and porn had become my best friends. At first 
the porn was fairly tame, in my early teen years a flash of nipple from 
a contraband Penthouse was enough to give me a boner like a bar of iron. 
As I grew older I grew jaded. Nudity no longer cut it, no matter how 
attractive the women. Likewise for straight sex, a couple screwing on a 
bed to a canned orgasm was a real snore.

Luckily I had discovered the internet and its almost limitless supply of 
perversion, watersports, bdsm, bestiality and finally pedophilia had 
been added to my growing collection.

It was the latter that was my favorite though sadly it was also 
devilishly hard to find. I'd seen ads for kiddy videos from offshore web 
sites but always chickened put, the image of an FBI sting drifting 
before my eyes.

I switched the computer over to the correct directory and pulled out my 
cock. I had hundreds of stills and about two hours of video, most well 
watched. As the first grainy movie began to play I began to stroke. As 
the eight-year old moppet's head began to bounce up and down on a hairy 
cock my mind painted Patricia's puffy features and plump figure into the 
scene. I came hard and quick.

I worked late most of the next week and it was Thursday before I could 
get my bike out for a spin. I took a bruising bash through the woods 
then after lunching at a little vegetarian place that catered to the 
mountain bike crowd, headed home.

It was dusk before I approached my neighborhood. Hoping for another 
glimpse of Patricia I turned down her street.

I wasn't disappointed. She was sitting on her front stoop, pudgy chin 
resting in one hand, looking bored. She perked up when she saw me and 
hopped to her feet. She was wearing a short skirt that showed a lot of 
curvy white thigh. As she ran down the walk the light breeze picked it 
up and shot me a glimpse of white cotton little-girl panties.

I stopped the bike and smiled. She came up and we chatted a bit. When I 
told her how pretty she looked she beamed, dimples showing in her fat 
cheeks. She then did a pirouette that sent her skirt flying and left me 
with an image of that bubble butt snugly encased in cotton. As I made my 
good-byes and headed home my dick throbbed like a railroad spike.

It became a ritual over the next several weeks for me to stop on her 
street after my ride. Patricia was always waiting and always happy to 
see me. We would chat, sometimes for only a few minutes, once for half 
an hour. I made it a point to compliment her on her appearance each time.

It was a Saturday, three weeks after our first meeting when I squealed 
to a stop before her house. Patricia hopped joyfully to her feet. To my 
delight she wore a thin pair of cotton shorts, so short that they cut 
across just below her crotch and left a good portion of butt cheek 
exposed and thin enough to plainly make out the outline of her bald 
twat. I saw no panty lines.

She had taken perhaps three steps toward me when a muffled voice from 
inside the house stopped her. She shot me a soulful, cow eyed look then 
turned and entered the house. Hardly had the screen door banged shut 
behind her when a woman emerged and headed down the walk toward me. 'Oh 
shit' I thought.

The woman was in her late twenties with bleach bottle blond hair going 
to black at the roots. Like her daughter she was overweight, at least a 
hundred pounds. She wasn't gross with it though, managing to become more 
curvy rather than bulging. With her big tits and wide hips she exuded an 
air of sultry sluttiness as she sashayed toward me. An effect emphasized 
by her tight jeans and studs in her nose and lip.

She smiled as she approached, easing my anxiety somewhat. She had a stud 
in her tongue as well. She thrust out her hand. "I'm Lucy."

I took the offered hand and introduced myself.

"I wanted to thank you for taking the time to talk to Pat. We haven't 
been here that long and she doesn't have very many friends." She paused 
for a moment, appraising me. "She told me what you did to the group of 
kids picking on her."

I looked down at the ground then back up. I shrugged. "I don't like 
seeing anyone tormented."

She nodded and gave me a frank wide eyed stare. Her face was very cute, 
like her daughters. "She says you told her she was pretty."

I mumbled something about self esteem that seemed to satisfy her, then 
she dropped the bomb.

"She said you also told her she was sexy."

'Oh shit!'. My face colored. How to play this? Act affronted, deny 
saying it and ride off, never to come back? Laugh it off as a joke? Roll 
into a ball and whimper? I forced myself to meet her gaze. "I shouldn't 
have said that. I apologize. It wasn't an appropriate thing to say to a 
girl her age but it slipped out."

My relief was palpable when Lucy grinned wider, displaying even, white 
teeth. "No harm done. I just wanted to make sure she wasn't telling me 
tales." She bit her lip and then looked me up and down. "Pat really 
likes you and I do want to thank you for taking the time for her. Why 
don't you drop by for supper this evening say around six." Her face was 
slightly apprehensive now, an overweight if pretty woman who was used to 
being turned down.

I nodded. "I'd love too. Thank you."

Her smile lit the neighborhood.

I rode home on cloud nine. Hardly was I in the door before my cock was 
out. I didn't need porn this time. I dropped to the couch and whacked 
furiously, images of Patricia and her sexy mom playing before my eyes.

The day seemed to drag. I did some laundry and puttered around the house 
but couldn't keep my mind on anything. At four-thirty I showered and 
dressed then coaxed the old Justy down to the local super-mart.

I didn't know much about dinner dates and I knew less about wine but I 
did know that a gentleman traditionally brought wine to a dinner date. 
Thus I perused the wine isle for twenty minutes before finally buying a 
Merlot with a fancy label and a price tag to match.

I dropped the car at the house and then walked the block to Patricia and 
her mom's place. I was ten minutes early when I rang the bell.

Patricia answered in a frilly pink, little-girl dress that barely 
covered her butt. Her hair had been washed and styled with goldilox 
style tubular braids. A pair of pink ribbons matched her dress. She 
smiled up at me causing her dimples to emerge from her plump cheeks.

She turned, showing just a glimpse of tightly stretched panty and led me 
into the small house. The living room was clean but cluttered. Women's 
magazines were heaped on a scuffed coffee table. An old but comfortable 
looking couch faced a large television in a modish black lacquer 
entertainment center. Mismatched end tables held lots of cheap pewter 
sculptures, the kind where crystal is included somewhere. Unicorns and 
mythical mages seemed to predominate.

As soon as I stepped through the door the smell of tomato sauce and 
spices wafted to my nose. I hadn't eaten since breakfast and despite my 
apprehension my mouth began to water. It smelled good, very good.

Patricia led me to the couch then dropped down beside me with all the 
grace of a sack of potatoes. The move caused her short skirt to ride up, 
leaving her cotton covered cunny exposed. I must have stared overly long 
because when I looked up Patricia colored and pulled her dress down. 
Shit, my dick was getting hard.

Lucy stepped from the kitchen and took my breath away. If her daughter 
was cute in her outfit Lucy looked like a wet dream. She was wearing a 
tight, black knit dress that displayed all of her ample curves. It came 
to mid thigh but had a slit on each side nearly to her hip. The neckline 
plunged, showing a delightful acreage of cleavage.

She pretended shock at my open mouthed stare (I'd had little experience 
with women dressing sexily just for me) then smiled. She did a 360 and 
stopped facing me.

"You like?"

I nodded, my mouth still hanging open.

She giggled and scooped up the wine before heading back to the kitchen. 
"Dinner will be a little while. Patty can entertain you while I finish 
up." She seemed to throw an extra wiggle into those wide curvy hips as 
she vanished from sight.

We sat awkwardly for a moment then Patricia jumped up and ran down the 
hall that connected to one side of the living room. Her round little 
bottom jiggled under the fluttering hem of her short skirt. Before I 
could wonder much at her absence she was back with several books. She 
dropped down and snuggled up beside me.

The books were all teen romance type stuff. Pretty advanced for her age. 
A few were worn hardbacks but most were the cheaper all paper variety. 
Many had been signed by the authors which is what she wished to show me.

As we sat going through her treasures my hand naturally slipped around 
her waist. The combination of her leaning closer to point out this or 
that combined with truly enthusiastic wiggling caused my hand to slip 
lower by increments till it rested on the outward curve of her hip, 
directly atop the frilly lace of her skirt. In truth I didn't fight it 
much though I did keep one nervous eye on the kitchen door.

A book, precariously balanced on one of my thighs, began to slide toward 
the floor and the bubbly pre-teen lunged across me to grab it. When she 
did her dress rode up under my palm. Suddenly I had a handful of warm, 
round eight-year-old butt. It was soft and silky and only a thin layer 
of threadbare cotton separated it from my now sweaty palm.

Patricia definitely noticed the contact because she stopped in mid-word 
and stared at me owlishly. Inwardly cringing I awaited the scolding 
recrimination but after a moment the chubby little girl merely smiled 
and smoothed her skirt down over my hand. She picked up her monologue 
where she had left off without a hitch.

Fuck, she didn't mind me feeling her up. This was heady stuff. I cast a 
nervous eye on the kitchen door then began to concentrate on the 
wonderful, sexy ass that rested in the palm of my hand.

I kept still at first, then slowly, tentatively began to caress that 
young flesh. Damn, her butt was fine. I was glad for the heap of books 
in my lap. They hid a raging boner. I began to kneed that hot, fat 
little bottom, my hand creeping lower till my fingertips encountered her 
humid cleft. I pressed, pushing my fingers and the thin cotton of her 
panties into her crack.

Patricia was aware of my advances, several times her voice faltered as 
my explorations proceeded but she made no protest.

I brought my other hand up and rested it on her thigh just below her 
skirt. I let it rest a moment then began to massage and caress as I 
crept closer to her crotch. I paused for half a minute when I 
encountered the hem of her little girl dress then cautiously ventured 
beneath it. I kept on, making love to her inner thighs with my hand till 
one questing finger encountered the cotton encasing her girlhood.

I lightly traced the fat lips of her bald cunny through its fabric 
prison. It was like a small butt, smooth and round. Her slit was tightly 
sealed, the lips of her baby twat coming tightly together to protect 
their treasure.

Patricia stopped talking and leaned back against my chest. Her face was 
flushed and her breathing heavy.

My finger began to slide up and down her gooey groove, it might have 
been my imagination but I thought I felt just the hint of moisture.

A noise startled both of us. I had just enough time to jerk my hand from 
beneath Pat's frilly dress before the curvy form of her mother appeared 
in the doorway. Patricia started as well, sitting up so suddenly that a 
cascade of books slid to the floor.

Lucy stood with one hip out thrust and surveyed the situation, 
Patricia's flushed features, her labored breathing, and my hand still 
cupping her plump little butt.

I cringed, awaiting condemnation and outrage but Lucy merely smiled, 
"Dinner is ready."

The food tasted as good as it smelled, it was a tangy pasta with some 
kind of lemon garnish that added a lot. I had trouble concentrating on 
the meal however, at least the first part of it. Had Lucy not noticed my 
hand under her daughter's dress? As the conversation rolled on with no 
trace of recrimination I began to relax, she must not have noticed.

After clearing away the dishes we adjourned to the living room and began 
to demolish the wine. Even Patricia was allowed a small glass or two. 
Soon she was nodding and Lucy sent her off to bed.

Me and my sexy hostess were both a little tipsy when the bottom of the 
bottle finally appeared. She grinned, hopped up (this action itself 
causing that slit to do amazing things) and vanished into the kitchen. 
She returned in less than a minute with two tumblers, a sliced lemon and 
a bottle of tequila. The evening was officially going downhill.

We were on the couch a short while later chatting about inanities. With 
the first warmth of the liquor flowing through my veins I slid my arm 
around her. She smiled and leaned closer. In less than a minute our lips 
met.

It was tentative at first but soon we were both sucking face hungrily. 
She moaned into my mouth as our tongues dueled in that no-man's-land 
between our teeth. My hands slid up and around her ample back. The soft 
knit of her dress slid smoothly across the even softer warmth of her 
skin. I caressed her back a moment, my hands gliding from her shoulder 
blades to the knobby projections of her spine. One hand slid lower till 
it encountered the outward curve of her ass.

We backed off after a minute or so of solid lip-lock and stared into 
each other's eyes. After a moment I leaned forward and kissed her cute 
nose. I bussed her briefly on her bee-stung lips then dropped down to 
kiss and then lick the hollow of her throat. I might not have known how 
to talk to women but my body knew what to do when I caught one. I was on 
autopilot. Lucy moaned when I shoved my face into her cleavage.

I mouthed and sucked the upper slope of her breasts before sending my 
tongue on a recon mission between them. With my teeth I pulled on the 
fabric of her dress till a nipple popped free. I fastened my mouth to it 
and sucked as it hardened in my mouth.

She moaned and pushed forward, trying to shove more tit into my mouth. 
The force overbalanced me and I fell backward onto the sofa pulling her 
atop me. Her weight was nothing more than a comfortable softness and I 
kept sucking those sexy tits. My hands slid down till they encountered 
the soft flesh of her thighs and then slid back up across her round ass. 
I slid them down till they encountered the slits in the fabric and 
massaged the soft skin exposed there. Slowly I slid under the slits and 
upward, tunneling beneath the flap of fabric covering her ass. She wore 
nothing beneath the dress and the feel of hot, sexy butt made my cock lunge.

I switched tits and sucked some more. Her breasts were soft, warm 
pillows on my face, the nipples hard little nubbins that provided a 
feast for tongue and gently nipping teeth.

After a while I pulled on that big, sexy butt. Lucy got the message and 
sat up astride me. She eased forward till her thighs were either side of 
my ears and her sexy muff was suspended over my face. I pushed the soft 
fabric of her dress aside and got my first look at her twat. The outer 
lips were puffy and round, her inner labia barely protruded at all. A 
light dew of arousal glistened in her slit. The whole was baby butt bald.

I gave a tug and pulled her cunt to my face. Her smell was musky and 
strong, not unpleasant just earthy and primal. I kissed each smooth, fat 
lip before trying to suck the whole into my mouth. I sent my tongue out 
and found her throbbing clit. I beat it up a little then ventured into 
her slit. Fuck she tasted good. I detected just a hint of cherry douche, 
a fine touch that. She'd prepared for sex.

I'd intended to eat her to orgasm, I've been told by some of the few 
women I've slept with that I'm better with my tongue than my cock, but 
Lucy wasn't playing that game. I'd just gotten started good when her 
twat pulled off my tongue with a sucking sensation. She knelt, 
straddling me, for a second then swung off to stand beside the couch. 
Our eyes' met for a smoldering moment then she licked her lips and 
attacked my zipper.

My belt landed somewhere in the middle of the floor then my pants and 
briefs were tugged past my knees. My cock flopped free. I'm not overly 
endowed but have an honest six inches with a respectable girth. Lucy 
smiled like a lioness then bent over and swallowed me in a gulp.

I groaned and arched my back as my prick slid down her silky throat. She 
held me deep for a second then rose up till only the head was in her 
mouth. Her stud rasped enticingly over the sensitive helmet as she 
lapped at the dick in her mouth. A few seconds of this and it was down 
the hatch again.

I reached put to stroke her hair as she bobbed up and down. Shit, she 
was good. I knew I wasn't going to last long in that hot mouth. When she 
took me all the way in again and then began to swallow around my prick 
while her stud rasped across my balls I thought the jig was up.

Abruptly her mouth came off my cock. She straightened, took two steps 
and straddled the arm of the couch with her big butt facing outward. She 
swept her dress aside with one hand and then turned to stare at me. Her 
tongue lathed her lips in anticipation.

It was an invitation I had no wish to ignore. I stood and shucked my 
pants and briefs then stepped up behind her. Fuck, that ass was 
beautiful. I gently stroked it then nudged my cock up and down her crack 
before dropping down to the target. Her bald mound was a swamp. Lube now 
slicked the inside of her thighs.

A shock went through us both as my prick touched her twat for the first 
time. I ran the head up and down her sexy bareness till her juices 
dripped from my balls then nudged her petals open. I'd intended to ease 
inside slowly, savoring the first penetration but I was not the master 
of events. As soon as Lucy felt my cock nudge inside that sexy butt 
lunged backwards. We both groaned as I slid in balls deep.

I stayed there a moment, leaning forward to kiss her neck and lick at 
one dainty ear. My hands slid around to hold those big tits. I began to 
nibble at her earlobe as I withdrew and sunk in again. She moaned and 
threw her head back. My mouth followed the line of her jaw then our lips 
met in a deep soul kiss as the fucking commenced.

We were both too turned on for subtlety and were soon rutting like a 
pair of mongrels. She was a bitch in heat and I was a stiff cock without 
a thought in my head but to dump my nut. I released her tits and dropped 
down to grip her around the waist. Our flesh slapped together faster and 
faster as we fucked like bunnies. Her big butt jiggled wonderfully as my 
stomach slapped into it at the bottom of each stroke.

Lucy threw back her head and howled as she came for the first time. I 
was close and the clamping action of her spasming twat almost pushed me 
over the edge but I held on and kept screwing. My male ego was pleased 
that I'd gotten her off. I picked up the pace as she leaned her head 
back against my shoulder. Her mouth was open and inarticulate little 
sounds issue forth with each drive of my dick.

Her cries picked up as she neared her second orgasm. I was determined to 
join and speeded up yet again. Sweat stung my eyes as my dick became a 
blur. Lucy's smoldering cunt pulled and sucked.

The crescendo came quickly. She screamed her second cum and this time 
the clasping of her clenching pussy set me off. My bull roar joined her 
voice as I dumped her tight pussy full of steaming spunk.

Like a machine with the power cut, we ramped down slowly. I made another 
half dozen thrusts then rested against her, my softening dick still 
trapped in her velvet box.

Afterwards we cuddled on the couch. I nuzzled her cheek and kissed her 
cute nose before dropping down to suck gently at her bee-stung lips.

She smiled up at me, "Now that was a great fuck."

"It was pretty good for me too my lady. I hope we didn't wake Patricia"

"Really?" Here eyes' twinkled in mischief. "It wouldn't have turned you 
on to look up and see her standing in the doorway diddling her little 
cunny while she watched us rut? Did you mean it when you said she was sexy?"

I was still struggling for an answer to that when she slid from beneath 
me and stood, straightening her dress. She grinned down at me, "Come on."

Puzzled, I rose and padded after her. We went down the hall and paused 
at Pat's door. Lucky eased it open and stepped into the darkness. I 
hesitated a moment and followed. I didn't know where this ride was going 
but I had zero desire to get off.

Patricia was lying on her side and stomach, the sheet knotted around 
her. Enough of her was exposed to prove her sleeping attire consisted of 
only a pair of worn panties.

Lucy grinned at me then reached down to fist my cock. She released me 
and stepped around the bed. Gently she eased the sheet aside to expose 
her daughter's panty covered bottom. She began to stroke that fat little 
butt then looked up at me. "C'mon over and have a feel. You seemed to 
enjoy it earlier."

Shit, she had noticed where my hand had been. Like a robot I stepped 
around to stand beside her.

"Don't worry, she sleeps like a log."

Together our hand's molested Pat's bubble butt for a moment then Lucy 
knelt beside the bed. The cotton, little girl panties were old and 
threadbare in several places. Lucy's nails found one of them and there 
was a ripping sound as she tore open her daughter's panties. She pulled 
again, tearing till only the elastic waist and leg bands remained amid 
tattered fragments. Pat's smooth, white, eight-year-old ass was bare to 
our gaze.

Lucy grinned up at me then dipped down to kiss her daughter's butt. My 
cock lurched. Fuck! She planted several kisses then licked the length of 
that juvenile crack.

Her hand found mine and she gave a tug. I sank to my knees alongside 
her. She planted several more kisses on her daughter's ass then leaned 
aside and looked at me with a smoldering grin.

I leaned down and brought my lips to that butt I had been fantasizing 
about for the last month. The flesh was soft and oh so smooth. I trailed 
my lips across the roundness and then down into her crack before moving 
up and over the other cheek I retraced my path planting kisses as I went 
then let my tongue out for a taste.

Lucy pulled gently on Pat's legs, scissoring them open. Suddenly her 
bald little cunny popped into view between her chubby thighs. Lucy 
nuzzled my ear and whispered huskily, "Lick her pussy. Lick her little 
baby pussy."

Fuck me I did. Under her mother's hot gaze I traced Pat's fat little 
lips with my tongue. Her twat looked like a small butt, with no trace of 
clitoris or inner lips. I soaked the smoothness with spit, several times 
pausing to pry the lips open with the tip on my tongue but always 
stopping at just a taste of the spices within.

Lucy's head pushed mine aside and she began to eat her daughter's pussy. 
Her tongue fluttered across the lips before pushing in between and 
penetrating to a good depth. Fuck! She was licking her daughter's hymen.

She pulled out and used her hands to spread Pat's soft ass cheeks. Lucy 
stared for a moment then grinned at me. "She's got a pretty asshole."

Before I could respond her head went down again. She kissed all around 
her daughter's lower opening then began to spiral in with her tongue. 
For thirty seconds she rimmed that little pink hole then stiffened her 
tongue and pushed into her sleeping daughter's ass. Once, twice, three 
times she pushed her muscular tongue into that sexy little butthole. The 
last time she went deeper, forcing the broader part of her tongue past 
that little sphincter.

Pat groaned and stirred in her sleep. Reluctantly her mother withdrew. 
She planted a last kiss on her daughter's chubby bottom and then pulled 
the sheet back over her charms. She stood and took me by the hand 
tugging me toward the hall. "This time I want it up my ass!"

Pat seemed delighted to see me at the breakfast table the next morning. 
She gave me a quick hug then settled down to shovel scrambled eggs into 
her mouth. Between mouthfuls she spoke, "Mom, I need some more panties. 
Mine are wearing out." Lucy was at the stove. She kept her head down, 
"Okay dear, we'll see about it."

We had fucked into the small hours, Lucy and I. I awoke with aching 
balls, head, and conscience. I couldn't tell how Lucy felt about what we 
had done the night before but she had spoken very little since we awoke 
so I figured about the same.

I excused myself after breakfast and set out for home. I hoped to see 
Lucy again but figured the guilt of what we'd done under alcoholic 
influence would come between us. I'd probably never hear from her again. 
I chalked it up as one hell of a one night stand as I unlocked the door 
to the house.

I slept some more then puttered around the house doing nothing much. I 
was settling in to watch a late afternoon movie when the phone rang.

I answered with ill grace. I figured it was a damn solicitor. I hate 
those bastards with a passion normally reserved for lawyers and liberal 
supreme court justices.

"Hello!", I growled.

"Well nice to hear from you too." It was Lucy.

I quickly apologized, explaining myself.

"I guess I'll forgive you this time. Look I've got something to ask you 
would it be alright if I dropped by for a minute?"

I said it would and gave her directions. I pondered for a moment then 
began to make an effort to clean up the mess that is my homes normal 
state. It was a hopeless task. All I'd managed to do when the doorbell 
rang was to get the dirty underwear out of sight. What can I say. I'm a 
bachelor.

Lucy was wearing jeans and a tee. They looked like they'd been sprayed 
on and showed her ample curves to delightful protection.

I cringed as she surveyed the disaster that was my living room but 
relaxed somewhat when she turned back to me with a smile. "I've got a 
proposition for you that might help us both out."

It turned out that she'd been offered a better shift at work. She was a 
waitress. The problem was Patricia. The new shift would be night and 
evening work. She was working days now while Pat attended a day camp 
sponsored by the city. The new shift meant more money but the day camp 
shut down at five. Her proposal was having Pat stay with me in the 
evenings. I wasn't to think of it as baby sitting, more like having an 
evening maid. Pat was an accomplished house cleaner she said. She went 
on that I might even consider giving the girl 10-20 dollars a week for 
spending money if she did a good job.

We kicked it around a bit with me finally agreeing to a weeks trial. 
What can I say I'm easy. The thought of seeing that sexy little pre-teen 
more probably had a bearing as well. Lucy grinned and gave me a quick 
kiss then she was gone.

I worked late the next day, having completely forgotten about the 
agreement so I was surprised when the Justy wheezed into the driveway to 
see Patricia sitting on my stoop. Shit, I kicked myself in the butt for 
forgetting. Gonna have to talk to the boss. I got out of the car and 
went to apologize to my new housekeeper.

She stood as I approached. She was wearing a knee length raincoat which 
I thought odd since no rain threatened. I shrugged it off and let her 
in, following her through the door.

I dropped my keys and briefcase on the coffee table then headed for the 
kitchen, asking over my shoulder what she wanted to eat. When I didn't 
get a response I turned to ask again and stopped in my tracks.

Patricia stood in the center of the room, surveying my mess with a near 
awe look on her face. That wasn't what grabbed my attention though. 
She'd removed the raincoat and draped it over a chair. Underneath it she 
wore only a ridiculously tiny French-maid outfit. The tiny skirt barely 
covered her twat and left the lower cheeks exposed when she was standing 
still. Any movement bared her plump cotton encased cunny and did 
delightful things to the rear view as well.

Pat noticed my stare and smiled, her dimples winked cutely. "You like my 
outfit?" She pirouetted, giving me a fantastic look at her charms. 
"Mommy said this is what maids wear. She made it for me."

I tucked my tongue in, picked up my jaw and nodded. "You look very 
pretty in it."

She practically beamed.

Lucy hadn't lied about her daughter's cleaning abilities. The child set 
right to work. At first she was constantly asking where everything went 
but after a while she got a feel for my storage habits, when I store 
that is, and began to deduce on her own.

I tried to work some on the computer but the sight of pat constantly 
bending and twisting in that skirt was too much distraction. Twice 
during the evening I had to go to the bathroom and jerk off.

It was a little after eleven when Lucy finally rang the bell to collect 
her daughter. As Pat slipped past her out the door Lucy looked at me 
with a grin. "So how did the first evening go?"

I looked to make sure Patricia's, again raincoat clad, back was to me 
then pulled Lucy in for a quick, passionate kiss. She looked surprised 
but not offended. As she turned to go she said, "By the way. I'm 
expecting a reciprocation on my dinner invite."

The next several days were damned interesting. I started coming in 
earlier so I could be home by the time Pat arrived. By Wednesday she had 
worked a miracle on my house. Surfaces that had once groaned under 
several months worth of junk mail and other debris now glistened under a 
fresh coat of pledge. Bits and pieces of various projects were now 
boxed, organized and neatly packed on the shelves of my closets. The 
floors had been swept and mopped.

Seeing the house cleaned up reminded me just how shabby my furnishings 
were. Most had been purchased in thrift shops as quick expedients when I 
moved in. In the press of work replacements had quickly been forgotten. 
Now I started thinking about maybe getting some new stuff.

Of course a clean house wasn't the only result of the three days. I damn 
near wore out my dick whacking off. Patricia's chubby ass and bald twat 
peeking out beneath that tiny skirt had me in a state of near constant 
arousal.

I had a surprise when Pat showed up on Thursday. She doffed her raincoat 
and did a little spin. In place of the cotton little girl panties she 
normally wore were a pair of black lace bikini panties. They weren't 
quite a thong but with only a pouch for her fat little twat in front and 
a high cut that left a good portion of creamy cheek exposed in the rear 
they didn't miss that category by far either.

She was so proud of them. Standing in front of me she held her skirt up 
to let me get a good front view then turned around and did the same with 
the rear. She looked at me over her shoulder. "Aren't they pretty? Mommy 
bought them for me."

I gulped and smiled at her. "Very pretty honey. And you look pretty and 
sexy in them."

It was only the second time I had told her she was sexy. She beamed.

There was very little for her to do now. She swept and mopped the floors 
again then washed up the few dirty dishes. She then came back into the 
living room where I was channel surfing and asked what else needed doing.

I laughed and told her to have a seat. She dropped down beside then 
snuggled in close. I leaned over and kissed the top of her head and when 
she looked up I gave her an innocent bus on the lips.

I found a movie we both liked and we settled in. I slid my right arm 
around her chubby frame and pulled her in close. Soon my hand was 
wandering. She sighed as I caressed her thigh. Slowly I moved higher 
till I encountered that tiny skirt. I paused there a moment then 
wandered beneath. When I came to her tiny panties I caressed the soft 
lace for a moment then slid down to massage the inside of her thigh just 
a fingers width from her silk covered pussy.

I sensed her look up at me but I kept my eyes on the TV. After a moment 
her gaze returned to the screen. She shifted a little then her legs 
parted slightly to give me better access.

I transferred my fingertips to the opposite side and caressed the soft 
flesh of her inner thigh. I withdrew after a moment and traced her panty 
line till I was sliding down the soft flesh of her big round little-girl 
butt. Working slowly I eased my fingers between the upholstery and that 
soft, sexy ass.

I wanted better access so I leaned down and gave her a kiss on the cheek 
then slid both hands around her and lifted her onto my lap. Now both 
hands could get into the act. As my right hand continued to massage and 
caress her butt my left rubbed her thighs for a moment before sliding 
beneath her skirt.

She was at ease and made no complaint. As fingers again began to dance 
in her crotch she leaned back against my chest. Her hair just brushed my 
chin.

I rubbed both thighs then eased a finger out onto the puffy sexiness of 
her silk covered twat. Another followed and I began to slowly rub her 
little pussy. Shit! She was sexy. My cock hardened and rose to press 
into the cleft of her buttocks.

After a time I started to concentrate on the sweet slit between those 
puffy lips. I rubbed up and down, slowly increasing the pressure till 
the lips parts slightly and finger and silk ventured slightly inside.

She was making soft whimpering noises and breathing hard. Her little 
butt shifted around my cock creating delightful sensations. My right 
hand was still caressing her right cheek right up to her panties. Now 
the fingers slid beneath her panties and quested across that soft 
roundness till I encountered her humid crack. She lifted slightly and I 
leaned back further, pulling her with me. I slid one finger up her crack 
till it slid into the tiny dimple of her bottom. She started as my 
finger slid across her anus but calmed down and when I kissed the top of 
her head.

She looked up at me and I dipped and kissed her cute nose. She giggled. 
As my fingers continued to molest the innocent child I kissed each of 
her eyelids. My lips met hers in a little closed mouth kiss then slid up 
her jaw line. I kissed her dainty earlobe then upward to kiss inside her 
ear. Slowly my tongue slid out and began to explore its intricate folds.

I could now feel definite moisture seeping between her little cunt lips. 
I speeded up my two finger massage of her cunny. A soft 'oh' escaped her 
lips as my right fingers again encountered her little asshole and began 
to massage and tease it.

I mouthed and tongued her ear as my fingers continued to play with her 
bottom and pussy. Patricia began to move, hunching her little pussy up 
and down on my fingers. Her little moans were coming faster and sharper 
now. I increased the pressure on her bald little twat and sped up again. .

Abruptly she lifted her butt completely off my lap and went rigid. Her 
mouth opened and a shriek that shook the windows issued forth. She was 
cuming, probably for the first time in her life, and cuming hard.

I kept my fingers at work for long seconds, holding her on that 
wonderful scary peak, then eased off and let her come down.

She collapsed bonelessly into my lap. I hugged her to me and showered 
her face with kisses, telling her what a sweet girl she was. When she 
had returned to Earth and finally opened her eyes I gave her final 
gentle kiss and told her to watch the movie while I took a shower.

In truth I did need a shower but there were more urgent matters to 
attend to. I closed the bathroom and stripped off as the water warmed 
up. I stepped into the tub and pulled the curtain closed behind me. I 
wet down my hair then dumped a dollop of shampoo into my hand. Most 
actually went into my hair but the remnants were used to lube up my iron 
hard dick. Groaning I took matters into my hand and was soon stroking 
for relief.

I was just getting up to speed when I felt a brief breeze and the shower 
curtain billowed. Someone had opened the bathroom door. There was only 
one someone here other than me. I had just enough time to turn my back 
to the curtain before a chubby little figure in a tiny French-maid 
costume slid it back.

"Maids are supposed to help people take baths too. I saw it in a movie." 
When I said nothing she leaned over and grabbed the soap and slowly 
began to lather up my back.

Being nearly caught had caused my cock to lose much of its stiffness but 
when she finished lathering my back and moved down onto my ass It came 
back quickly. She soaped up the muscular masses of my buttocks then I 
felt a small hand slide down onto my thigh. The hand slid between my 
legs and fingertips brushed my balls. The contact was tentative at first 
but she slowly grew bolder. In short order she was weighing my bag in 
one small hand. Gently she enfolded on testicle then the other. Behind 
my back I heard her giggle.

I fought a small war with myself then slowly turned to face her. Her 
beaming gaze met mine then her eyes strayed lower. They widened and she 
gave a little gasp as she took in my again rampant cock.

A hand came up then stopped. She looked up at me and at my slight nod 
reached out and touched the head of my prick. She jerked back at this 
first contact then with a giggle reached out and traced the length of 
it. I let her explore my cock and soon she was trying to get her hand 
around it. It wouldn't completely reach but she could grip it.

She held my dick for a moment. When it seemed she was going to do 
nothing else I gently covered her hand with my own and began to slowly 
masturbate with her hand. She colored and giggled again but she picked 
up the rhythm and when I removed my hand she continued to whack.

I groaned and surrendered to the child's handjob. She picked up on my 
groans and began to pick up the pace. Soon her little fist was flying up 
and down my prick. She stared at it, her tongue poking from one side of 
her mouth in concentration.

I felt my balls tighten and knew I was about to blow. Not wanting to cum 
on the child I pulled my prick from her gasp and turned toward the back 
of the tub. Two strokes and I was spraying a massive load all over the 
mildewed tile. Patricia stood and stared in fascination as my dick 
spewed spurt after scalding spurt.

When Lucy clicked up my walk we were both on the couch. Pat jumped up 
and met her mother at the door. The two embraced them the plump little 
girl pulled on her raincoat, shot me a grin and stepped past her mother 
into the darkness.

I stood and walked up to where Lucy grinned at me. "How did you like my 
little surprise?" She asked.

She yelped when I pulled her to me and crushed her mouth with mine. We 
kissed with fervent passion for long seconds then I yanked her fully 
into the house and pushed her over the arm of a recliner.

Her uniform slacks were beltless polyester. The type of sexless garment 
tailored to show nothing of the shape beneath it. In Lucy's case it was 
hopeless she just had too much shape to hide. I found the catch and 
opened her pants the nylon zipper rasped as it was nearly ripped open. A 
second later the pants were at her knees. She wore pantyhose beneath and 
these followed as quickly.

I was wearing only the white plush robe I'd donned after my shower and a 
pair of briefs. I swept the robe aside and dropped the briefs only far 
enough to free my dick. Without any preliminaries I lined up and sank 
balls deep into Lucy's bald sex. I grasped her hips and began to drill 
for oil, fucking with wild abandon.

Through the window I could see Patricia on the curb, waiting for her 
mother. Lucy moaned and wiggled against me as I picked up the pace. The 
slap, slap of our bodies was the only other sound.

Pat stomped one foot and turned to look impatiently at the house. I 
fucked faster, my dick a blur. I could feel Lucy's pussy spasming around 
my dick. Fuck lube was running down her thigh.

Patricia shook her head and started back toward the house. When she was 
halfway up the walk I felt Lucy's silky twat clutch at me in orgasm. She 
bit the backrest upholstery of the recliner to stifle her cries. Her 
clenching cunt set off my own cum and I blew her bald twat full of cum.

Lucy barely got her pants up before Patricia pulled open the screen 
door. "What are you guys doing in here?"

"Nothing hon, we're just talking. I'll be right behind you."

As Pat turned and trudged back toward the street Lucy pulled me into a 
clench so tight our teeth clicked audibly. She smiled as we separated. 
"I have to surprise you more often."

She did too. The next afternoon to be exact. When Patricia stepped 
through the door she seemed nervous and unsure of herself. I told her I 
had some cookies and milk and to hang up her raincoat and join me in the 
kitchen.

When she appeared in the tiny nook that passed for that area in my house 
she was walking very carefully and seemed even more nervous.

"Are you alright honey? Is anything wrong?"

She shook her head in negation and minced for a chair but I came around 
the table and stopped her. I took her little chin in my hand and raised 
her face to mine. "What is it?"

She said nothing but I had a hunch. I dropped to my knees and before she 
could protest lifted that tiny skirt. Bald twat stared at me. She was 
wearing no panties at all. My dick lurched as I looked up at Pat's 
fearful face.

"Oh honey that is so pretty. You look even sexier this way."

She brightened, "Really?"

"Really, really." I pushed her away gently. "Turn around."

She did, taking it on herself to raise her skirt so I could get a full 
view of her fat little butt.

"Oh Patricia you have such pretty butt."

She looked back over her shoulder at me, "Is it sexy?"

I leaned in and planted a kiss on it. "Very sexy."

She giggled and turned to face me, "you kissed my butt."

"I like kissing sexy things. Let's eat those cookies."

After we finished the milk and cookies Patricia insisted on cleaning and 
putting away the dishes. She then cleaned up the little clutter I had 
made since last night and swept the floors. I had finally managed to 
convince that floors do not need to be mopped daily. As I watched her 
work I marveled, and not just at the frequent glimpses of sexy little 
girl butt I got, but at her work ethic. She actually seemed to be proud 
to be my maid.

After she finished we played with my computer for a while then ended up 
on the couch with another movie. Patricia settled onto my lap of her own 
accord. I kissed the top of her head and hugged her to me. I was looking 
forward to fingering that bare little twat but was actually feeling a 
little inhibited knowing she was bare under that tiny skirt.

Patricia was having none of it. She spread her legs. When I didn't 
immediately react she picked up my hand and dropped it onto her thigh.

Okay, I got the message. I caressed her thigh briefly before easing 
beneath her skirt and letting my fingers play over her puffy twat. Fuck 
she was sexy. I pulled my hand out and licked my fingers to lubricate 
them then slid in under her dress again. I massaged her little cunny for 
several minutes then teased open her lips and ventured one finger 
inside. It was tight, damn tight. I began to gently fuck a fingertip in 
and out of her, going a little deeper each time. In a minute I was in up 
to my second knuckle. I was going no deeper because the tip of the 
invading digit came up against the taut surface of her hymen.

She had been leaning back against my chest, enjoying the leisurely pace 
of her molestation. When my fingertip touched her maidenhead she sat 
upright and looked down at where my finger vanished into her body then 
twisted to look up at me.

I smiled at her and kissed her nose as I gently backed away from her 
cherry. I began to finger fuck her in slow, shallow strokes. She was 
lubing now and my finger slid in and out easier. I tried adding a second 
finger but she was still too tight for that.

Abruptly I pulled out of her completely and gently slid her off my lap. 
She looked up at me quizzically. I simply smiled and kissed her gently 
on the lips before sliding off the couch to kneel in front of her. I 
slid my hands up those smooth thighs till I was grasping her buttocks 
and eased her forward till she was sitting on the edge of the cushion.

I kissed each of her pretty knees then began to kiss and tongue bath her 
thighs, trying to miss nothing as I worked my way up. She was ticklish 
here and began to fidget as I moved further up. I began to alternate 
feather light licks with harder, deeper laps, pausing often to suck her 
soft flesh into my mouth.

When I passed the hemline of her skirt she began breathing hard and 
wiggling more. She began to hunch at my face, trying to shove her bald 
little prize into the path of my questing tongue. I smiled to myself and 
deftly avoided her cunny even as I moved closer to it. When I gently 
drug my tongue down the folds that separated her thighs from the soft, 
sensitive flesh of her crotch I heard her gasp and a hand fell onto my 
head and was soon trying to tug me.

I relented and let her guide me. Her pelvis rotated and then her twat 
rose to meet me even as her hand pulled down. I kissed her little cunny 
then blew a zoober on it. The latter brought a shriek of outrage but I 
silenced it by dragging my tongue up her hot little slot.

She tasted good, musky with just a hint of the oily, fishy taste that 
mature women develop. She gasped and pulled at my hair when I forced the 
muscular tip of my tongue inside her and licked the intact surface of 
her hymen. I gently set up a pussy eating rhythm that had my tongue 
lathing the outside of her fat little twat then dipping inside for a 
half dozen shallow strokes before pulling out to start anew. She began 
to tremble and her soft, plump little thighs squeezed my head in time 
with my lapping tongue.

I quested upward for her clit but the hood was still enclosed by her 
plump outer lips and she was too tight that high up for me to make much 
headway. She enjoyed the effort though, from the way she pulled my hair 
I'd have bald spots if she enjoyed it much more.

I added gentle love bites on fat little outer labia to my routine and 
she began to climb the walls. When I looked up her head was thrown back 
and her mouth was hanging open. She was breathing very rapidly.

I dove in for the kill, picking up the pace, lick, stab, stab, stab, 
lick bite. I let her keening little squeaks and the squeezing of her 
thighs be my guide, modifying my assault to heighten her reaction.

It was a tactic that paid dividends. In less than five minutes she was 
trying to crush my skull like a zit and pulling on my hair hard enough 
to make sure it was a bald zit. I doubled my pace and in spare seconds 
she tipped over into a shattering orgasm.

I eagerly sucked out the tiny amount of little girl cum she produced. It 
wasn't much but the taste was ambrosia. When I had licked and sucked her 
dry I eased her back on the couch and gave her plump, hairless pussy a 
kiss before pulling her little skirt down over it. I then stood and went 
to the kitchen.

When I returned with two cold sodas she was just starting to come 
around. She looked at me vacantly at first then struggled up to accept 
the soda from my hand. She drank half of it then settled back and closed 
her eyes. She passed into the realm of sleep so quickly that I had to 
lunge for her glass.

I found a blanket in a hall closet where she had carefully folded and 
stored it and gently covered her then traipsed to the bathroom and 
jerked myself into the sink. Relieved, I tucked myself into the recliner 
I had fucked Lucy over the night before and slept myself.

When I awoke it was nearly dusk. Patricia stood by my chair. She had a 
thumb in her mouth and her skirt pulled up over her waist. Her free hand 
was slowly rubbing her bald little slot. She stared at me with an 
expectant look but said nothing.

I smiled and leaned over, grasping her around the waist with both hands. 
It was a struggle but I lifted her and swung her over so her feet were 
on the chair arms and her drooling little slit was in my face. I then 
dug in and ate her to a shattering orgasm that left her a boneless, 
quivering lump of pudgy flesh pooled in my lap.

I fixed us a light supper of sandwiches with soda for her and beer for 
myself. I then set up my old Nintendo and we played games for an hour or 
so. Later I watched the news while she dozed on her stomach before the 
TV. Her tiny skirt had ridden up, leaving most of that plump, 
little-girl butt bare. The varying light from the TV played on it in the 
darkened room, making it appear as perfect and white as alabaster.

I slid off the couch and crawled to her. I leaned down and gently traced 
the curve of one bubble cheek with my nose. The flesh was cool to the 
touch and slightly bumpy from goose bumps brought on by the evening air. 
I kissed the opposite cheek, my arousal growing, then took a long slow 
lap across both with the flat of my tongue. This was good butt.

Patricia murmured but remained asleep as I lathed both of those plump 
cheeks with saliva. When her fat little buns glistened I used my nose to 
pry her cheeks apart then drug my snout the full length of it. Her smell 
was not offensive, she was clean, it was instead a dank, musty smell 
with a metallic undertone. Her high cheeks were like silk on my lower face.

I zeroed on her anal pucker and poked at it with my nose. The opening 
was tightly sealed and I made little progress by that method. I probed 
at it with just the tip of my tongue. As I gently rimmed her she stirred 
a little more. I wet her little bumhole down well then began to apply 
pressure. Ever so slowly her muscles relaxed.

She came awake with a jerk as my tongue pushed into her ass. 
Disorientation held her for a second then she craned her neck and looked 
back over her shoulder.

"Ohhhhh, Th-th-th that's n-n-nasty. Oh! You sh-sh-shouldn't do 
th-th-that." She was silent a moment then, "D-d-d-don't s-s-st-stop. Oh 
that's n-n-nasty."

She dropped her head, pillowing it on her arms and slowly began to hump 
her plump little butt at my ass-raping tongue. I reached between her 
legs and began to diddle her fat little cunny while I dined on her butt. 
She really began to get into it then, moaning and thrashing about. I 
shoved a finger inside and began to gently stroke her cherry but 
withdrew after a moment. She was moving about so much I feared she'd 
take her own virginity on my finger!

I sped up my multiple attacks and the child went berserk. I finally had 
to pull my finger from her twat and sue both hands to hold her butt 
still. I drove deep, drilling for oil in a series of tongue dives that 
sent her screaming over the top. She went limp and I got up and went to 
see if any of the neighbors had called the cops.

When Lucy showed up me and Pat were playing a game of Parcheesi on the 
floor. Patricia jumped and ran to meet her mother, her bare little 
bottom doing marvelous things under that ridiculous skirt.

As Pat donned her raincoat I considered jumping Lucy's bones again but a 
whack off session after eating her daughter's ass and two beers since 
had left me with an empty gun. Lucy looked haggard anyway, rough night 
at work I guess.

I took my bike out for a bruising trail bash the next morning. So 
bruising I ended up walking it back with a flat tire and a bent rim. I 
hadn't escaped without damage either and it was after eleven before me 
and the bike limped onto Lucy and Patricia's street.

Mother and daughter were out front doing a bit of gardening. Both were 
wearing painted on nylon shorts that left a bit of cheek exposed. An 
elderly neighbor across the street was ogling them while pretending to 
water his lawn. I wondered which one her was ogling the most.

Pat jumped up and ran down the walk to meet me. She pulled up short, 
"You broke your bike."

I reached out and tussled her hair, "Yes, I broke my bike."

We chatted as we walked to where Lucy stood smiling.

"I wanted to give you a dinner invite. Say about 6:30."

Lucy smiled as Pat jumped up and down in anticipation, "That sound good."

I showered then loaded the injured bike into the Justy. I could've taken 
just the rim but the chain was skipping badly in several gears as well. 
I dropped the beast off at the bike shop then headed for the local 
supermarket. One thing I was not was a cook.

Luckily the place had a pretty well equipped deli. I ended up dropping 
seventy-five bucks for a roast with all the trimmings and two bottles of 
wine. On impulse I picked up some candles at the register.

On the way home I spied a liquor store and popped in to pick up a bottle 
of Tequila. I hoped I had some lemons.

The remainder of the afternoon should have been taken up by 
housecleaning but thanks to my sexy little maid there was nothing to be 
cleaned. I tried to watch an old western but simply couldn't generate 
much interest. I ended up surfing for porn till I heard heels on the walk.

I met them at the door and damn near fainted. Mother and daughter were 
in identical white sheath dresses that came to the knees and hugged like 
a second skin. A slit came to mid thigh on each. It was obvious that 
neither wore anything beneath them. Lucy's nipples stood out like 
bullets. Shit, they'd worn that all the way over here. I looked out the 
door past them expecting to see several car crashes and at least three 
busy bodies furiously dialing the cops. What I saw was Lucy's battered 
Tempo sitting on the curb.

Mollified I let them in and made small talk while laying out the food. 
Pat still felt the need to play the maid and did much of it. She even 
brought me and her mother a glass of wine each as we chatted on the couch.

Dinner was alright, not grand but alright, supermarket deli folk are not 
great cooks. After the meal the wine flowed freely. Pat was allowed one 
glass and sneaked several more. By nine she was a giggly mass of 
protoplasm wiggling around on the floor. I scooped her up and carried 
her to my bed then rejoined her mother on the couch.

This time there were fewer preliminaries, in minutes Lucy had lost her 
dress and I my pants. My curvy guest knelt between my knees and 
proceeded to give me royal head to completion. I then ate her pussy and 
delectable tush to an orgasm that forced her to bellow her pleasure to 
the night.

As we rested up for round two we cuddled on the couch. Lucy rested her 
head on my sweaty chest and toyed with my sticky dick.

"Did you enjoy my other surprise?"

"I thought it was Pat's surprise."

Lucy giggled, "It was my idea. My little darling was horrified. She 
thought you only liked looking at her panties."

I shifted uncomfortably. Despite Lucy's casual manner I was still 
uncomfortable with discussing a lust for a eight-year-old girl with the 
child's mother!

Lucy kissed my sweaty chest and looked up at me. "You do like looking at 
her bald little twat don't you. You like that white, round ass too."

My cock twitched, Lucy went on.

"Did you get a good look?"

I met her gaze and nodded.

"Tell me about it? What did you do? Did you finger her?"

I nodded again.

Was she awake this time?"

"Yes."

"Did you eat her?"

I colored but jerked a nod after a moment.

Lucy dug a finger into her own fat mound. "Oooh, that's so fucking hot. 
C'mon what else?"

I licked my lips. "I tongued her butt."

Lucy licked her lips, "how did she take it?"

"She liked it, she wanted more."

Lucy's eyes got big and I thought she was going to cum on the spot. Her 
finger dug deep. "Shit!" Abruptly she rolled to her feet and grabbed me 
by the cock. I had no choice but to rise and follow as she headed for 
the bedroom.

We stood in the doorway and stared at the sleeping child for a moment. 
She lay on her side and stomach, her white dress stretched tight over 
her fat little ass. It had ridden up, the slit baring one plump thigh to 
within an inch of her crotch.

Lucy released my dick and stepped forward to trace her fingers up one 
pudgy, eight-year-old thigh. She dropped to her knees and licked the 
ball of one foot then licked across the sole to tickle the toes. My cock 
began to stir again as she trailed her way around her daughter's ankle 
and then began to lick up the shapely calf. The higher she went the more 
frantic she became. She kissed the hollow of the child's knee then 
started kissing and licking her way up a pudgy thigh, small growls 
exited from deep in her throat.

When she reached the end of the slit in the dress she grabbed the two 
flaps of fabric and yanked. Threads popped but the garment held. She 
yanked again and the dress tore. She ripped it almost to the neckline, 
exposing her daughter's smooth back and round ass.

She looked at me and grinned. "Tongue her ass again, wake her up with 
your tongue up her butt!"

"Wake her up?"

Lucy stood and walked to the head of the bed. She climbed on, her weight 
tossing her daughter about on the mattress. "Fuck yes! The little slut 
can't eat my pussy asleep."

Hearing that caused my prick to harden more. Without protest I knelt and 
buried my face between the lush, pillowy whiteness of Patricia's 
delectable eight-year-old backside.

I curled a finger and began to stroke at Pat's fat little cunny while my 
tongue circled her anal pucker. Up front, Lucy lifted her daughter's 
head and began to masturbate herself with the child's nose.

I detected just a hint of dewy moisture and eased my finger into that 
plump, bald, baby pussy putting pressure on her tight little asshole at 
the same time. The muscle twitched but held. I bathed it with spit then 
drove in harder, battering my way into Pat's buttery eight-year-old 
butt. My finger found her hymen and stroked it as a vagrant thumb rubbed 
her tiny clit.

I don't know if it was my stimulation below or her mother's action on 
her face above but Pat came awake to find herself with a face full of 
bald mommy twat. She struggled for a second but Lucy's death grip on her 
head wouldn't let her pull back. After a second the stimulation her 
pussy and ass were getting finally registered and she quit fighting.

"Open up baby, stick out that pink little tongue and lap mommy's pussy," 
Lucy cooed. "Get that little lapper up mommy's twat. Mommy needs a 
little slut cuntlapper."

Hearing the perversion pouring from Lucy's mouth made my dick throb and 
I began to rub myself off on the mattress as I serviced the child's ass 
and twat.

Deciding that Patricia's sphincter was relaxed enough I pushed my face 
deep between those pillowy cheeks and forced my tongue deep into her 
ass. The feel of several inches of my tongue sliding past the tight 
portal of an eight-year-old's anus almost made me cum on the spot. 
Startled, Pat groaned into her mother's pussy and shoved her butt 
against my face, pushing me deeper.

I started to tongue fuck her ass, pulling out till only the tip was 
inside then driving deep, so tight was her butt that each down stroke 
took long seconds to slide sensuously inside. As I tongued her I trapped 
the child's tiny clit between my thumb and forefinger and began to 
alternately rub and squeeze it.

Pat went slowly berserk. Her chubby thighs bucked up at me, sliding 
hotly across my chest. The muscles in her back tensed and relaxed. Her 
sexy butt cheeks clasped and released my face.

I knew when she started to lick her mother's pussy. Lucy almost made 
sure the neighborhood knew.

"That's right baby, LICK THAT PUSSY! JUST LIKE THAT. FUCK! EAT MOMMY'S 
PUSSY!"

There was a 'smack' alongside my face and Pat's chubby right cheek juggled.

"Naughty little girl! Little girls aren't supposed to eat their mother's 
pussy's." Lucy's hand cracked on Pat's other cheek. "Naughty, slut 
little girl. Naughty, naughty, naughty!" With each 'naughty' Lucy's hand 
came down again, by now the blows hard and stinging.

Pat came hard. Her ass clamped down so tight on my tongue that for long 
seconds I was held immobile unable to advance or retreat. She bucked up, 
trying and nearly succeeding at bucking me and her mother off the bed. 
Twice more she convulsed, each less violent than the previous then went 
limp. My hand was covered with warm little-girl cum and maybe a little piss.

Lucy pushed me back then flipped her daughter onto her back. I had just 
a glimpse of glowing red, well spanked cheeks. With a ripping tug Lucy 
tore the child's tattered dress from her and tossed the ruined rag 
aside. Her face a mask of lust she climbed astride Patricia's pretty 
face and ground her shaved pussy into her daughter's mouth. She grasped 
the child's legs and pulled them to her.

She looked at me. "Eat her ass some more! I want her pussy!" With that 
her face dipped between Pat's smooth, white thighs.

Far be it for me to refuse and order to molest a pre-teen child. 
Especially when the order came from the child's own mother. I took a 
mouthful of fat, red cheek and bit hard enough to leave teeth marks then 
sent my tongue back up that sexy baby-bum.

Together we molested fat little Patricia viciously. Each of us fed on 
the depravity of the other till we were damn near consuming the child's 
ass and pussy. Pat, barely having recovered from her first cum was soon 
soaring toward another. She whimpered and moaned into her mother's 
plump, bald twat as she was orally raped. Her little hairless little 
cunt was lubing so much that Lucy couldn't keep up. Rivulets of little 
girl pussy cream overflowed her puffy, reddened twat to coat her bottom 
in a glistening sheen. I didn't mind. It was the perfect seasoning for 
pre-teen baby ass.

Within minutes the child was again on the edge. Lucy and I seemed to 
communicate almost telepathically. I replaced my tongue with two stiff 
fingers then used my now available mouth to bite her tiny, throbbing 
clit. At the same moment Lucy took a puffy little nipple between her 
thumb and forefinger and twisted.

It was too much. Pat bridged, her back an almost perfect arc and bucked 
her mother off her face. Her legs, released, slammed down on my shoulder 
with painful force, boxing my ears in passing. Devoid of stimulation she 
bucked one more then again went limp.

I eased her legs to the mattress then leaned forward to check her. My 
sexy little maid had actually passed out!

Lucy and I locked gazes over her daughters sweaty nakedness. The sexy 
temptress licked her lips, there was a wild look in her eyes. "Fuck me! 
Now!" she hissed.

My thoughts exactly. Pat's unconscious form was pushed to one side then 
I shoved Lucy forward and mounted her doggy style. At once we began to 
rut like a pair of alley cats. This wasn't making love, even sex was too 
mild a word. This was nasty, hard core fucking. Lucy alternately 
whimpered and growled as I drove into her overflowing, overheated pussy. 
Our bodies smacked together then squelched apart, the bed groaning in 
protest beneath us.

It didn't last long. It couldn't as turned on as we both were. In two 
score rapid strokes I was firing a boiling load of cum into Lucy's tight 
cunt. She was with me, her hot, wet twat spasming around my dick as she 
screamed her release to the neighborhood.

We lay and panted a moment then Lucy grinned back at me. "I could use a 
beer."

We slipped out of bed leaving Pat's still form undisturbed though Lucy 
did plant a kiss on one damp ass cheek.

We had the beer then a quick mutual rinse in the shower. Afterwards I 
found us a pair of robes. We were giggling and cuddling on the couch 
when Pat appeared in the door. The child's hair was disheveled and she 
still had a 'I just got hit by a truck' look in her eyes. She was 
self-consciously clutching a sheet around her body in place of her 
destroyed dress.

Lucy got up and met her daughter halfway across the floor. She enveloped 
the child, hugging her and kissing the top of her head. All concerned 
mother now she led Pat back to the couch and ensconced her between us.

"Did you like that baby. Did you like your hot little cums?"

Pat looked up at me. Having her mother in on the fun and games was a new 
twist. Getting no direction from me she shyly looked up at her mother. 
Biting her lower lip she jerked a nod.

Lucy engulfed her again, rocking the child. "Oh baby, it's nothing to be 
ashamed of. We all like sex. Sex is good and the nastier it is the 
better it is." She kissed the tip of Pat's cute nose then slid her hand 
through a fold in the sheet to briefly caress a plump thigh.

With a grin at me Lucy stood and moved to sit on my opposite side. Now I 
was between them. With a flip of a wrist she tossed open my robe, 
exposing my still damp dick to all.

"Baby this is a prick. This is what a man has in place of a pussy. Have 
you ever seen one of these before?"

Pat nodded. "I played with it till it squirted once."

Lucy shot me a look.

"Umm, she jerked me off in the shower a couple of days ago."

"You bastard, you didn't mention that!"

I smiled sheepishly, "It slipped my mind."

She giggled at that. "An eight year old girl whacks you off and it slips 
your mind. We have to see about finding you some more memorable 
experiences."

She started to caress my cock, gently running her fingertips across the 
helmet and down the shaft. She found a vein and traced it till it 
vanished into the hairy next of my balls. She supped each of my nuts in 
turn then slid back up the shaft, taking me in hand.

"Pricks are nice baby. Feel of it."

Pat hesitated a moment, looking from me to her mother then sheepishly 
reaching over to take a grip just above Lucy's. Lucy began to gently 
stroke and after a moment Pat followed along. Me, I slumped back into 
the cushions as mother and daughter began to jack me off. My dick had 
been soft but I felt it stir at this kinky double stimulation.

This continued for a minute or so during which my cock regained a 
semi-hard state. Lucy then again spoke to her daughter. There are other 
ways to get a man to squirt hon." Holding her daughter's gaze she leaned 
forward and planted a kiss on the smooth dome of my helmet. "You can 
kiss there dicks." She whispered. repeating the action with another 
light brushing of her lips then leaning back and looking at Patricia 
expectantly.

Pat looked from my cock to her mother's visage. After a moment the child 
licked her lips then leaned over and planted a quick smack on my prick. 
She jerked back quickly but finding nothing objectionable leaned back 
down and gave it a longer kiss a second later. Sitting up, she grinned 
at both me and her mother. A giggle at her own naughtiness escaped her lips.

Lucy bent down again, "You can also lick their dicks." So saying her 
talented tongue snaked out, its wet tip tracing the thick rim of my cock 
head before rising to flutter in my piss slit.

She sat back and waited. Pat hesitated less this time. Her little head 
went down and I felt the exquisite agony of an eight-year-old tongue 
playing across the head of my prick. The recipient of that lapping 
throbbed, steel returning to the structure.

Lucy went on, "There's another thing you can do with your mouth honey." 
She looked at me. "I think it's time Pat learned to suck cock don't 
you." Her voice dropped to a husky whisper. "That way she can pay you 
back for slurping on her bald little twat on those long evenings when 
you two have nothing to do."

Just hearing such a proclamation from the lips of the child's own mother 
finished the tempering process. My dick grew another half inch in the 
same number of seconds. It slapped against my stomach, rock hard and bow 
string taut..

Lucy chortled, "Oho, you like that idea huh?" She gave my dick a short 
stroke and met my gaze. "Does the idea of a second grader taking your 
dick in her little slut mouth while her mother watches turn you on? Are 
you that perverted?" My dick answered the question, twitching again and 
getting harder if possible.

Lucy leaned in and kissed my cock. She gave it a quick tongue lashing 
then the head vanished into her mouth. Her head bobbed three or four 
times then she withdrew and angled my wet, hard cock toward Pat.

Patricia looked at the two of us then at my prick as it throbbed in her 
mother's grip. Slowly she moved in, moving her head from side to side 
like a cheetah circling its prey. She imitated her mother first kissing 
the head then giving it a few licks. When her puffy little lips parted 
and the head of my cock entered the hot cavern of her little mouth I 
groaned. If it hadn't been for load I'd dumped in Lucy's twat earlier 
I'm sure Pat would have got a cream surprise at that moment.

Pat rested with the head of my dick in her mouth for a second then 
performed three shallow dips, each time taking maybe an inch and a half 
of cock. She then pulled off and grinned nervously.

Lucy moved in and bobbed a few more times, this time taking more dick. 
Again she offered my cock to her daughter. This time she coached as 
little Pat sucked my dick. "Take it deeper baby, all the way to the back 
of your pretty little mouth. Suck on it a little and use your tongue."

Back and forth they went, mother and daughter trading off on my dick. By 
the fourth or fifth set little Pat had lost her diffidence and seemed to 
be getting into the nastiness of what she was doing. She kept my dick 
longer each time and was taking me deep enough to gag several times.

They traded off once more then Lucy handed me off again to her fat 
little eight-year-old daughter. "Finish it baby. Make him cum. Good 
little girls like cum, they drink it. Cum's good for you. It'll give you 
tits like mommy's. Be a good little slut baby and eat his cum."

Pat hesitated a second at the talk of my cuming in her mouth but only a 
second. She then went back to sucking dick like a trooper.

I was close and Lucy knew it. She put her hand on the back of Pat's head 
and began to drive the child's face onto my prick forcing her to pick up 
the pace. She also forced her to take more cock. Gagging sounds rose 
from the little girl's throat on each plunge.

That was the final straw. I arched my back, pushing my throbbing dick 
into Pat's throat while her mother kept her from withdrawing and even 
pushed her down further. With a bellow I launched boiling cum down the 
eight-year-olds gullet.

Lucy let me spurt several times down the child's throat then pulled her 
daughter's head up so I was filling her mouth. Rope after steaming rope 
of rank male spunk shot into the little-girl's mouth, filling it till 
her cheeks puffed slightly and her tongue was swimming in it.

I fell back, pulling my spent prick from Pat's mouth. A thin streamer of 
cum followed, bridging the gap between us. In an instant Lucy clapped 
her hand over her daughter's mouth, preventing her from spitting.

"Swallow it baby. Swallow all that tasty cum. It's good isn't it. I'm 
sure you'll be getting a lot of it from now on." She tilted her head and 
grinned up at me. "Maybe it'll be more memorable than just a handjob."

It took several seconds but finally Pat swallowed my load in two 
rhythmic gulps. When her mother removed her hand she gasped and coughed 
several times. Lucy immediately moved in kissing and cooing, "That was 
so good baby. Mommy's so proud.

Only eight years old and already the makings of a first class cocksucker."

She kissed and made over for another minute then pushed her toward my 
crotch again. "Lick on that dick some more baby. Get it hard while mommy 
makes you feel good." So saying she tugged until Pat slid off the couch 
and was on her hands and knees with her head between my thighs. Lucy 
slid down behind her daughter. The sheet billowed up then drifted down 
to lie on the eight-year-old's back, leaving her plump, creamy white 
buttocks exposed. Lucy then moved in till the lower half of her face 
vanished behind those tender, succulent pillows.

Pat looked up at me and I reached down to stroke her hair. I didn't make 
any move to pull her to my crotch. I felt her start as her mother's 
tongue began to flutter over her immature, hairless charms.

The child closed her eyes and began to rock against her mother's face. 
She held that pose for maybe a minute. Finally she opened her eyes and 
smiled up at me then moved in on my cock. I continued to stroke her fine 
hair as she slurped up my semi-hard prick and begin to lazily suck and 
tongue it.

Over the next several minutes her enthusiasm grew as her mother's mouth 
worked its magic. The plump little girl's head began to bounce with more 
authority on my dick and she made small mewing sounds around it as she 
screwed her sexy butt into her mother's face.

Suddenly the plump child stiffened and screamed around my dick. At first 
I though she'd cum but the pace was wrong. I knew enough about her 
sexual responses now to know when her peak was and she hadn't been 
there, approaching yes but not there.

I was still trying to puzzle it out when Lucy held up a bloody finger. 
Fuck! She'd busted Pat's cherry! I couldn't see her mouth, it was buried 
in bald-eight-year-old twat but her eyes smiled mischievously at me over 
Pat's twin snowy moons.

The child began to mewl again as her mother's mouth soothed the hurt and 
soon she was once again shoving her ass at her mother's face. Lucy ate 
her for another minute then rose and moved up alongside her daughter. 
Her hand trailed behind, still abusing her pre-teen daughter.

She kissed Pat on the cheek then moved her head up close to mine. It was 
a stretch but her fingers never left her daughter's pussy.

"Fuck her!," she hissed in my ear. "Get behind and take her doggy style! 
I want to see her fucked!"

My cock lurched in Pat's mouth at the thought of that. It's not that I 
hadn't thought of fucking the plump child. I damn well had. I'd 
regretfully decided she was too young for that step however. Now the 
little girl's own mother was urging me to do just that!

"I don't think she'll like that Lucy. It'll hurt, a lot more than your 
finger," I whispered back.

"At first but she'll learn to like it."

"It's the 'at first' I'm worried about." Should I fuck her? I damn sure 
wanted to. I stroked Pat's hair then cupped her chin preparatory to 
pulling her off my dick so I could put the question to her. Lucy read my 
intentions and grabbed my wrist.

"Don't ask", she hissed. "Just do it! Rape her!"

My mouth dropped open in shock. I couldn't have heard that correctly. 
She repeated it, I had heard it correctly.

"I want to see my little girl raped. Take her hard and make her scream! 
Ream out that bald little pussy and don't stop till your cock's bouncing 
off her cervix!"

Oh Fuck! My dick lurched as Pat, unaware of the whispered conversation 
going on over her head again took my dick to the very portal of her 
throat. She'd begun to hum.

I looked down at her. Could I do this. It seemed a betrayal of trust. 
Fuck! It was a betrayal of trust. I looked at Lucy. Her eyes smoldered, 
she was deep within her own sexual fantasy and she was dragging me along 
for the ride. My dick throbbed at the thought. Shit, I was weak. Raping 
a little girl while her mother cheered me on. My cock raged at the 
thought. I was going to do it I couldn't pass this up.

I kissed Lucy on her perverted cheek, "Keep her warm. I have to piss." I 
started to rise but Lucy pushed me back into the sofa. Grinning she 
finally pulled her fingers from her daughter's bare muff and straddled 
the child's back. She then grabbed the eight-year-old's pretty head in 
both hands. "Do it in her mouth! Piss in her fucking mouth!"

Pat heard this and tried to look up at her mother but Lucy's strong 
hand's held her head rigid. Instead her eyes found mine. We locked gazes 
for a second then I closed my eyes and released my bladder.

Pat started to fight when she felt and tasted my hot, rank piss 
streaming into her mouth. She was no match for her mother's strength 
though. Her mouth filled quickly and soon she had a choice between 
drowning and swallowing. She held the decision till her cheeks bulged 
but then began to swallow. I kept pouring it in, reveling in the 
perversion of the act, using an eight-year-old child as a toilet. Fuck! 
My dick was so hard it was choking down the stream.

That only deliciously drew out the experience however so little Pat had 
to spend long seconds drinking from my hard dick. Lucy had began to hump 
her own bald, seeping twat against her daughter's smooth back, rucking 
the sheet up till it was a bunched rope at the pre-teens shoulders. 
Already a glistening strip of pussy slime covered the child's back.

Finally the stream slacked off then stopped. I sent a couple of more 
spurts into Pat's chubby cheeked toilet mouth them pulled my cock from 
her mouth and stood.

As I vacated my position Lucy swung a leg over Pat's back and nimbly 
pivoted on the other to drop down in my place. Pat had started to gag 
and cough the second my dick left her mouth. She was still doing so when 
Lucy gripped the back of her head and yanked her pretty face into fat, 
bald, mommy twat.

I stepped to the rear and surveyed the pre-teen's sexy round butt and 
fat protruding cuntlet. I saw no blood around the puffy little lips, 
just snowy white baby pussy. Fuck! I wanted this!

I dropped to my knees and kissed both fat little ass cheeks then brought 
my saliva slick cock up and rubbed it up and down the equally slick 
groove of Pat's cunny. Her puffy lips felt fantastic against the 
sensitive head of my dick. Despite cuming twice in the last hour I was 
ready to go again.

I positioned my cock and started to apply pressure. Slowly the tightly 
sealed halves of Pat's bald little peach spread, allowing the tip of my 
cock in. Well before the head was fully seated however I felt her 
cuntlet reach its elastic limit. It's easily exploitable elastic limit 
that is. Any further advance was going to cause pain.

Lucy had leaned over Pat's pale back and, while still holding Pat's face 
to her own wet twat, was staring at the juncture of me and her daughter. 
She met my gaze and licked her lips. "Do it, wreck that bald baby cunt!"

Fuck! That pushed me over the edge. I grasped the front of the child's 
plump, shapely thighs, took a deep breath and lunged!

Her fat, protruding little pussy never had a chance. In an instant two 
inches of iron hard pervert cock had forced its was past her puffy lips 
and pierced her immature passage.

Her body spasmed at the violation of my entrance but initially Pat made 
no sound other than a mommy pussy muffled 'huh'. That changed a long 
second later when the shock finally released its hold on her vocal 
cords. She screamed her pain into her mother's twat. An act that caused 
Lucy to close her eyes in sexual bliss and pull her daughter's face 
deeper into her drooling cunt.

I waited till she screamed her lungs empty and while she was gathering 
her breath lunged again. Several more inches of dick slid home. Fuck! 
She was tight. I lunged again, burying another inch. I had two inches of 
dick to go, could I get it all in? I really wanted to feel the head of 
my prick against little Pat's immature womb.

I rested for a moment, stroking the eight-year-old's fat bubble butt 
while she sobbed into her mother's bald twat. I leaned down and pulled 
her hair aside and kissed the child's neck then I straightened and tried 
to drive in deeper. Nada, I just shoved Pat's face deeper into her 
mother's twat. Fuck she was tight, we were locked together. I tried 
again and gained maybe a quarter inch. Time to shift gears. I pulled 
back and felt the exquisite sensation of an inch and a half of dick 
sliding out of the hot, velvet vice of the child's sullied cuntlet, the 
room air on my wet shaft felt cold.

I took a firm grip on Pat's thighs and gave a mighty shove while pulling 
her onto me. My dick slid in like an oiled piston, and this time I 
reached top dead center. It felt great, so tight was Pat's cunny that it 
almost hurt but it still felt great. My balls were against the child's 
bald, tightly stretched cunt lips and at the head of my cock I could 
fell the spongy barrier of her cervix. Even Pat screaming anew into her 
mother's wet sex couldn't detract from the moment.

I rested for a moment then began easing out. Each fraction of an inch 
was delicious agony. With half my dick out I began to ease back in. The 
next stroke was easier and the next even more so. I fucked little Pat, 
short stroking her tight, bald pussy. At first she cried each time I 
changed directions but after a while this died down to snuffling whimpers.

I began to speed up and increase the length of my strokes. Her little 
pussy had loosened but it was still incredibly tight. I leaned forward 
and kissed the child's sweaty neck. My hand caressed a soft, damp butt 
cheek as I raped the eight-year-old.

I fell into a rhythm, sawing about three-fourths of my cock in and out 
of Pat's little slot. Above my head I heard Lucy cooing to her daughter. 
Her big thighs massaged her daughter's head as she urged the child eat 
her pussy. I leaned forward and drew my tongue up the little girl's 
back. When I reached her shoulder blades I kissed each prominent point, 
they were surprisingly pronounced for a child of her heft.

My balls were beginning to send warning signals. I picked up the pace, 
my stomach began to smack into Pat's buttocks, making the soft flesh 
jiggle. I cocked back my hand and smacked her right cheek, hard. The 
jiggle of the flesh and the red imprint left behind increasing the 
disturbance in my nuts.

Groaning I took a grip on Pat's thighs and really started to pound her 
immature twat. She had been nearly silent for long minutes but now she 
started to whimper again. It only urged me to further effort. Sweat flew 
from my face as I pounded the child, shoving her face deep into her 
mother's sex with each stroke. For her part Lucy had begun to rotate her 
big hips, jacking herself off with her daughter's sniffling face.

My cum rolled over me like an avalanche, it started in my toes then 
climbed my legs to settle into my balls. From there it exploded outward 
to race through my chest and down my arms, almost electric in it 
intensity. I threw back my head and howled as I fired burst after burst 
of spunk into Pat's no longer virgin slot.

I was just starting to come back down when Lucy got her own cookies. She 
arched her back, lifting her big, sexy butt off the sofa while both 
hands washed her twat with Pat's face. She hung there for long seconds, 
her eyes fluttering then sank back to the sofa. After a minute her eyes 
opened and she smiled at me over he daughter's sweaty back. "That, was 
fucking awesome lover!"

Pat gurgled something but Lucy just pushed her deeper into her slimy 
sex. "You'll get used to it hon. Probably even start to like it." She 
giggled at my confused look. "Well you pissed in her mouth. Besides, I 
always have to go after sex."

I felt like shit the next day. From the first moment my eyes opened it 
all came rolling in. What the fuck had I done! Guilt was the major part 
though fear was present too. I could see the long cruiser pulling to the 
curb and the serious looking officers coming to the door. I'd be led out 
in cuffs as the neighbors gathered and whispered, 'child molester', 
'pervert', 'pedophile'.

The day was a nightmare. I could concentrate on nothing. I had to get 
out of the house. I grabbed my keys and headed out the door. The old 
widow across the street was watering her lawn. She looked right at me, 
accusation in her eyes. I panicked and fled back inside. I fell asleep 
on the couch long after midnight.

Monday was as bad. I had to get to work so that gave me something to 
concentrate on. Once ensconced in my cube however things went to shit. 
Every time footsteps approached I expected to see a grim faced detective 
rounding the corner. Every whispered conversation among co-workers was 
about me, every jangling phone was a question about my whereabouts. By 
lunch I'd had enough. Feigning illness I kited.

I spent the afternoon in a park. A pair of mimes played in refrigerator 
boxes while bohemian underachievers toyed with chalk on the walks. I 
tried girl watching, a favorite pastime of males everywhere but that 
reminded me of how I'd gotten into this mess. I tried visiting the 
amateur art exhibition, but an oil of innocent children at play sent me 
reeling. I tried communing with nature but the happy shrieks from the 
nearby playground accused me. In the end I spent the long afternoon 
feeding pigeons in a disused part of the preserve.

As the shadows lengthened and the park emptied I knew I had to go home. 
I made my way to the nearly vacant parking lot and coaxed the Justy onto 
the freeway. It was late when I turned onto my street. I turned into the 
driveway, as my lights swept across the front of the house I froze. A 
plump, familiar figure sat hunched in a raincoat on my front stoop.












































    

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