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First Date at the Farmhouse (Mf, incest, cons, pedo)
by Georgie Porgie
I met them through the woman's ad in the personals: widow with four
pretty daughters seeks loving father and husband. Serious replies only.
I sent a letter, she sent her number, I called her, and I went to her
home to meet her daughters, to see how much, how often, and how many
ways I could love them.
The oldest was Angel, a month past her ninth birthday, a wild, pretty
girl with long brown hair and brown eyes, slender and of a normal height
for her age. Cynthia was seven, radiant in her golden blond hair, her
smile lighting every heart, her blue eyes shining like the sun in a
clear pool. Fauna was next oldest at six, and everyone called her by her
nickname, Fluffy. The name was appropriate, as her light brown
shoulder-length hair stood out around her head like the fur of a
long-haired kitten. The youngest girl was four, and nearly ready for
school, a very intelligent red-haired girl, named Lysandra but called
Lisa. All four girls were quite pretty, each in their own way.
Their mother, of course, was a woman, with garishly painted nails and a
failed attempt to hide a pallid complexion with an overdose of makeup.
They lived in a large ranch house in the country, "four hills" to the
nearest neighbor. It had a bedroom on the lower floor, two on the upper
floor, and one small bedroom hidden in the attic, which was Cynthia's.
Angel had one of the bedrooms on the second floor, and the other was
shared by Fluffy and Lisa, who slept in bunkbeds. The girls led me on a
tour of every room in the house while their mother fixed up a meal for
us. The house had a large basement, roughly finished, which I saw when
the girls took my hands and led me down the stairs to see their
hideaway. Posts supporting the floors above were left standing
unattached in the basement, with nails protruding at angles holding up
various items hanging on them. There was a washing machine in a corner,
with a pile of girl's clothes beside it. I noticed that the girls had
recently worn frilly white dresses, with frilly white socks and frilly
white panties. At the time, Angel was wearing shorts and a halter top
with nothing but strings across her back, Cynthia wore a light dress,
Fluffy was oddly wearing a bikini bottom that was clearly one or two
sizes too large and a bikini top that didn't match, and four-year-old
Lisa was beautiful in a pink jumper zipped up the back. They were all
barefoot, which I admired.
They led me through a low door that I had to duck and turn to enter,
into a small, dark room in the very corner of the basement. Angel
reached up and pulled a chain, turning on a light, a bare bulb hanging
loosely from the ceiling. The room had been designed as a pantry, I
guessed, but the girls had made it into a cubby hole, loading the
shelves with toys and various objects of every description. They were
clearly proud of it, so I admired it aloud. Cynthia said this was where
they came to get away from their mother when she was looking for them.
Angel corrected her, pointing out that they had a few other places
outside where they could hide. I asked why their mother didn't look for
them here right away, and they said she never came down in the basement
except to do laundry, so she never knew their hideaway was even there. I
asked why they would want to hide from their mother. They looked at each
other knowingly, and kept their silence. Finally Lisa spoke up and told
me their mother always spanked them really hard when she was mad, and
always tied them up in their bedrooms when she had to go somewhere in
town, unless they hid from her.
I started kidding them about being really bad girls for hiding from
their mother, and they knew I was kidding, when I said that I would have
to spank them all for being such bad girls. I sat down on a child-sized
chair they had by the door of the hideaway, and grabbed Fluffy. I laid
her over my lap and started spanking her bottom lightly, playfully,
laughingly. They all laughed as I spanked Fluffy, then stood her up and
shook my finger at her, warning that if she was a bad girl again I would
have to spank her again. She giggled.
I asked who else had been a bad girl, and got a chorus of gleeful
admissions of guilt. First I spanked Angel, then Lisa, then I held
Cynthia over my lap. With Cynthia, I pulled her dress up with one hand
just enough to reveal her panties, then spanked her lightly while she
giggled.
"Spank her barebottom!" Angel commanded. "Yea!!" Fluffy echoed.
"Only if she's been really really naughty," I told them, and asked
Cynthia about it. She said she was really really REALLY REALLY naughty,
so I pulled her panties down, showing her soft bottom, and proceded to
spank her, a little harder than before. When I finished, I let my hand
rest on her bottom a while, enjoying the feeling of her soft, warm skin.
She squirmed away and pulled her panties back up only out of habit, not
from any prudishness.
"Who else has been as naughty as Cynthia?" I asked, and grabbed Fluffy
when she gleefully admitted she had. I bent her over my knee, and my
cock grew hard and long as I felt the pliable girl's back and legs.
I put my hand down deep inside Fluffy's bikini and felt her bottom, then
I spread her legs apart, slipped my hand between her legs and rubbed her
pussy, while the other girls watched. I told Angel and Cynthia to hold
her arms behind her, which they did, then I stood her up, knelt before
her, and pulled her bikini bottoms down to her ankles. I untied the
shoulder straps on her bikini top, leaving them dangling, then pulled it
down past her tummy, past her bottom, and dropped it at her ankles with
the other piece. Angel and Cynthia lifted her up while I pulled her
bikini completely off her, and now she was totally naked, facing me,
with her arms held tight behind her back by her big sisters. She stood
between them, blinking and wondering, occasionally trying to pull away.
"What are you going to do?" she asked, as I unbuckled my belt and
dropped my pants. "Please, let me go, this isn't any fun anymore!" she
begged, as I unbuttoned and pulled off my shirt.
"I know what he's going to do!" Angel snickered, gripping harder as
Fluffy began to squirm frantically. They stared at my rock-hard cock as
I pulled my underpants down and kicked them off.
I reached behind Fluffy's back from both sides, and firmly gripped her
wrists. "Let go of her now, I have her," I told Angel and Cynthia, and I
lifted Fluffy up, face to face with me, and pushed her against the
basement wall. "Pull her legs apart, really wide" I told the other
girls, who complied.
Fluffy struggled and squirmed as I pressed my belly hard against hers,
the tip of my cock just stroking her pussy. She screamed in desperate
agony as I rammed into her and started pumping, while Angel and Cynthia
held her feet. "Oh, please, please, stop it, you're hurting me, please,
oh please please stop oh pleaeeeeeease!" she begged and pleaded.
Just then, Lisa tried to slip past Angel and out the door of the cubby
hole. "Stop her!" I called out, and Angel quickly turned and grabbed
Lisa by the hair and pulled her back into the room. "Let's take them
upstairs to their bedroom," I suggested, "and finish this up there."
"Oh no, please don't, don't hurt me any more, stop, I don't want to play
this game!" Fluffy whimpered. Lisa started crying, but didn't say anything.
"Angel, you take Lisa. Cynthia, could you bring my clothes, please?
Leave Fluffy's bikini hanging on one of the posts down here, and help
Angel if she needs it." We walked to the stairs, Angel holding Lisa's
arms and Cynthia covering her mouth. I carried Fluffy, both of us stark
naked, my cock still firmly embedded in her warm juicy pussy, her arms
pinned behind her.
We went up the stairs cautiously, snuck past the kitchen door when the
bitch had her back turned, and quietly ran down the hallway and up more
stairs to the bedroom with the bunk beds. Cynthia shut the door as Angel
pulled out some ropes which already had one end tied to the bedposts.
Lisa stood there terrified, looking alternately at me and Fluffy, at
Angel gleefully readying the ropes, and at Cynthia standing between her
and the door, grinning. She could see there was no hope of fighting her
way out.
I lay down on Fluffy, down on the floor, and humped on her a few more
times, then got up and let her lay there bawling and holding herself. I
looked over at Lisa and licked my lips. Angel had taken one of Lisa's
hands and tightened one loop of a rope around her wrist. Lisa stood
there by the bed, silently pleading with her tearful eyes. She knew what
was coming, oh how she knew. The sight of Fluffy laying naked on the
floor, sobs wracking her body, and the sight of my prick, now pointing
at her, were all the clues she needed.
Angel slipped the other loop over Lisa's wrist and jerked it tight. She
pushed the ropes through a screw-eye on the bunkbed, apparently put
there for just this purpose. Lisa's arms were raised over her head and
her tears began flowing faster. Her pink terry-cloth jumper stretched
tight over her bottom and her pussy, and a tiny sliver of her white
panties showed on the side. Angel hooked the ropes on another screw-eye
on the far side of the bed, just the right distance to keep Lisa's
wrists against the first one.
I pinched her jumper and pulled it out away from her tummy. "In my pants
pocket, Cynthia, there's a knife. I need it now." I held out my other
hand. Lisa started struggling while Cynthia went through my clothes.
"Angel, do you have another rope for her feet?"
Angel found another rope as Cynthia put the knife in my hand. I flicked
open the blade, which made them all jump. I cut a slit in the jumper
starting at the top between her titties, and worked my way down, past
her belly button, not stopping until I had sliced between her legs. When
I was done, Angel had finished tying Lisa's ankles together.
Lisa finally found her voice, and began pleading "Please don't, please
don't, oh please don't, oh please let me go, oh stop please don't hurt
me too, oh please please please pleeeeaase!!" I turned her around and
sliced her jumper between her cheeks and up her back, splitting it
completely in two. I cut the straps that were holding it up, and it
dropped to her knees. I forced her knees apart and the pieces landed
draped over her feet. She stood before me, arms firmly held over her
head, naked but for her panties and the stout ropes which held her.
Angel and Cynthia were giggling at her futile attempts to break free.
Fluffy just lay in the corner, still sobbing quietly.
I reached out and rubbed Lisa's tummy, up and down and around, working
my way up to her titties with one hand and into her panties to her pussy
with the other. Then I slowly slipped her panties down. She struggled
frantically as I slipped it past her pussy, bucking her knees back and
forth and crying out in terrified screams. I left her panties with her
pink jumper, around her ankles.
I stepped back to contemplate the sight of her fragile four-year-old
little girl's body, her flawless pale pink skin, her tear-stained cheeks
and eyes, her softly rounded tummy, her beautiful pink titties with
reddish nipples barely visible in their centers, and of course her
cream-colored pussy, fully exposed to my view much against her will. She
was ready, it was obvious.
Lifting her by her hips, I raised her to my eye level. I forced her legs
apart and pulled her knees around me. I felt the tip of my cock just
brushing her pussy. I reached between her legs and spread her pussy out
with my fingers and positioned my cock like a missile ready for launch,
pressing against her pussy lips.
"Do it! Do it! Do it!" chanted Angel and Cynthia.
Lisa squirmed and twisted, which felt great against my stomach and cock.
She whimpered "oh no, please, let me go let me go! please don't hurt me
don't do it oh please stop don't do it don't please please please oh
stop please!!"
"OHHW!! Owww stop ow OWWW! stop STOP!! oh please stop hurting me! oh
please Ooowwwwowwwowww" she pleaded and whined, becoming incoherent as I
forced my throbbing cock into her and slowly pressed it deeper and
deeper. As I repeatedly thrust and withdrew, each stroke more vigorous
than the last, I fondled her bottom, squeezing and rubbing her. I tasted
her neck, her shoulders, her salty cheeks, smelled her little-girl
smell, the sweetest aroma there could ever be, that no perfume could
hope to match. When at last I was satisfied, I released her and let her
hang by her wrists, unable to stand and barely able to cry.
"Now we're even!" declared Angel, kicking Lisa's bottom. Cynthia turned
and did the same to Fluffy, who was still curled up on the floor,
holding her pussy with one hand and covering her eyes with the other,
whining so quietly we could barely hear her.
"Let's tie her up then go play something else," suggested Angel. My
strength and their experience with the ropes made quick work, and Fluffy
was soon bound by her wrists and ankles, spread-eagled naked on the top
bunkbed.
"One more minute, then we'll go" I told Angel. With Fluffy's pussy
spread so invitingly before my eyes, and with this pretty six-year-old
so utterly helpless before my whims, and with my clothes already off
anyway, I just couldn't resist the chance to feel her soft warm flesh
enclosing my cock, and listen to her frantic screams one more time. I
began climbing up the ladder and over the railing.
Fluffy had finally quieted, nearly exhausted from crying and uselessly
pleading, but she showed she still had plenty of fight left when she saw
what I intended. She jerked against her ropes and pleaded "Oh no please,
not again, don't hurt me again, oh please, leave me alone, stop oh stop
stop stop stop stop!" She struggled vainly as I crossed the rail and
held myself above her on my hands and knees. "Ohh don't oh please oh
please please don't hurt me again! oh please stop, ohHWw OOww!" she
wailed as I lowered myself onto her and into her full force. Her useless
struggling became wild with desperation, then ceased completely. She was
panting from the exertion, blinded by tears of pain, and barely able to
talk, but she kept pleading "stop stop stop oh owww stop stop oh stop oh
stop stop stop OOOww stop! owwhh pleeease!"
I finished and climbed down, and picked up my clothes. Angel was
whispering something to Cynthia, who came up to me and stood,
hesitating. "Do you want something?" I asked.
She glanced at Angel, who nodded back. "Aren't you going to spank Lisa
barebottom? The stick is up there above the door," she offered,
giggling. I looked where she was pointing, and saw that on top of the
doorframe, just barely in my reach, was a ruler as long as my forearm.
One end was stained with sweat, apparently from much usage. The rest of
the ruler was studded with small tacks on both sides, and was stained
dark red. I looked over at Lisa, who trembled wide-eyed in terror. I
could see she had felt that stick before, probably many times.
"Yes, I think I'll spank her barebottom, but I'll use my hand first,
then the stick. You two can help if you want. We'll take turns, one of
us will spank her while the other two hold her legs spread out. I'll
spank her first." They quickly grabbed her legs, untied her ankles, and
spread them wide, her bottom nearly immobilized right at hand-level.
She cried out sharply at the first slap, which brought out a dark blush
on the left cheek of her bottom. The second even harder slap brought out
a shrill cry of pain and an even deeper tinge of pink on her pale right
cheek. She struggled and jerked, trying to evade the inevitable third
slap, which came just as she stopped struggling. She began wailing from
the inescapable torment that was only just beginning for her. I spanked
and spanked until her whole bottom was a beautiful rosy shade of red.
Lisa sobbed and sobbed, tears dripping from her chin or running down her
neck to her tiny little titties.
"My turn now, you promised." Angel insisted.
"Ok, let's see who can make the loudest sound." I proposed. "You give
her five swats, then the next person goes. The winner gets to give her
ten swats with the stick. Then we'll do it again. And again. And again,
until we get tired of it, if we ever do."
After Angel, Cynthia spanked Lisa with great enthusiasm, but she still
couldn't match the energy that Angel showed. Nor could I. Angel won the
first round, and I got down the stick and handed it to her. Lisa began
to shriek even before the first tacks tasted her tender flesh. Angel
spanked even harder with the stick than she had with her hand, which
made a quieter swat but a much louder scream of pain from Lisa.
Angel won the second round, too. And the third. And the fourth. I
finally had to declare Cynthia the winner of the fifth round just to
give her a chance with the stick. All the while, Lisa hung helplessly
from the ropes that bound her, wailing and shaking with sobs from the
unendurable agony of our merciless contest. When I wasn't spanking her
bottom, I stood back and enjoyed the sight of her pale naked body,
squirming in vain as she tried to avoid the swats. At last, I claimed my
turn with the stick, gave her ten swats as she whimpered, and put it
back up above the door.
Again before I could dress, Angel whispered to Cynthia, who approached
me. "Now what is it?" I asked.
"If we tie up Lisa the same way as Fluffy, would you do it to her again
too?" she asked.
I couldn't believe my luck at finding these girls. Of course I agreed,
and of course I helped them with the necessary "holding action" as they
retied the ropes. Lisa's frail arms and legs stretched painfully as
Cynthia and Angel pulled the ropes extra tight. Of course, Lisa screamed
and squirmed and whimpered and begged and sobbed and cried and pleaded,
and got only what I wanted to give her. Cynthia and Angel were giggling
at her relentless cries of pain, laughing every time she begged to be
released, laughing when she begged me to stop hurting her.
What a beautiful sight she was when at last I stood back and began to
dress. Her eyes were red from crying. Her wrists and ankles were as red
as her eyes, from pulling on the ropes which held her spread-eagled
naked on the lower bed. Her pussy was rubbed raw and was redder than her
eyes, and was spread apart wider than Fluffy's because Lisa had shorter
legs. Her bottom was still crimson from the spankings. The rest of her
body from forehead to toe was the lovely shade of creamy pale pink seen
only on little girls. Only her tiny pink breasts, small as dimes, and
the tiny pocket of her belly button decorated the silken smoothness of
her belly and her chest. The only hair on her body was the light
downiness of her forearms and legs, and the radiant red hair on her
head. What a sexy little girl she was!
And she would still be there, still naked, still helpless, still
terrified, when I came back from playing with Angel in her bedroom, and
Cynthia in hers...
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