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> 480kb->Clayton's Children - The Babysitter (Mggg, cons, inc)
>
> By Clayton or <clayton@nym.alias.net>
>
> Copyright (c) Clayton 1997. Permission is given to freely distribute
> this document electronically, providing the entire document is
> preserved intact and no monies, beyond normal board or site
> membership charges, are charged for its distribution. (Ken Nestle,
> this means you.)
>
> Warning: This story contains descriptions of sex between an adult
> male and preteen children. If this is not your cup of tea stop
> reading now.
>
> Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. No illegal activity described
> herein was carried out, this document details fantasies that took
> place late at night when I was alone in bed. I firmly believe that
> no fifteen minutes of pleasure is worth the innocence of a child.
> Besides, I derive much pleasure from the company of children, playing
> with them or simply watching them at play, I am not going to risk
> this for any momentarily heightened sense of pleasure.
>
> If you are under the age of eighteen the law says I've got to tell
> you to go away, so, "Go away!" Common sense says you're going to
> ignore me, so don't blame me if you go blind, your parents find you
> in possession of this document or your cum causes your space bar to
> stop working.
>
> If this type of material is illegal in your city, state, country,
> then see above, substituting "law enforcement agency" in place of
> "parents".
>
> If you're a member of the moral minority, religious right, or any
> other such control group then read on, my aim is to offend you as
> much as possible. People like you who would force others to fit your
> narrow minded little world views are a blight upon the landscape. My
> personal philosophy is that of "Rational Anarchy" ie. anyone should
> feel free to do as they please such that their actions do not
> adversely impact on the lives of others.
>
> Introduction: Primus - The origin of the title: Over the years I have
> found myself looking after a large number of children, many of whom
> have at one time or another developed severe crushes on me. As time
> went by I discovered that I enjoyed their company more and more,
> often I found myself with them, discussing the intricacies of the
> transformers, comparing various superheros against one and other, and
> spending less time with their parents. Finally someone remarked that
> the children might as well be mine. And so my Clayton's children
> came to be, "The child you're having when you're not having a child."
>
> Secundus - This is a story of make believe, it describes what might
> have been in a very different world. If you feel an uncontrollable
> desire to carry out the activities described in this type of story,
> then stop reading now and seek professional help.
>
> Tertius - You might find this story to be a little long winded for
> your tastes and too much prose separating the 'Rumpety, Pumpety'.
> Well too bad, I'm starting to get just a little sick of those stories
> in which the narrator has their partner undressed by the third
> paragraph, has them orgasming in the fifth and is working on their
> second encounter or their next partner by the tenth.
>
> Quatrius - I hope you find my choice of phrasing to be an improvement
> over some recent stories that I have seen in the newsgroups, these
> stories appear to have been written either cut and paste or by an AI.
> If the former then shame on you and if the latter then I commend you
> and urge you to improve your algorithm to include more descriptive
> phrases and less repetition.
>
>
>
> Clayton's Children - The Babysitter
>
>
> Chapter 1 - Shanghaied
>
> "Hey Greg!" my mate, CJ call's from across the room, "Are you doing
> anything this afternoon?"
>
> "No, why?" as soon as the words are out of my mouth, I regret them.
>
> "Good, you can give me a lift over to the ex's." he says and I groan.
>
> "Why can't you catch the bloody bus?" I grumble half heartedly.
>
> "What do you think I keep you for?" He grins back at me through his
> bushy beard. "Besides, there's a couple of cones in it for you." he
> continues, waving a baggie beside his ear.
>
> "You've talked me into it." I grin back, "When do you want to leave?"
>
> "Oh, in about four or five cones." he replies, retrieving the
> scissors from under the cushion of his chair. He pulls the old
> speaker, that we use for a table, between his legs and grabs the bowl
> and bong from inside the enclosure.
>
> "Here, dry these." he says, tossing a couple of cigarettes in my
> direction.
>
> I catch one as it passes my ear, and pick up the other from between
> my legs as he starts to cut up the stick. I run the cigarettes
> through a lighter flame, driving off all the excess moisture. When
> I'm done, I lean over and lay them on top of the speaker, next to the
> bowl and sit back to wait for CJ to finish.
>
> A little later, he picks them up and crumbles them into the bowl,
> mixing the finely chopped green into tobacco. He quickly packs the
> cone and setting his lips to the neck of the bong, lights it and
> pulls the sweet smoke deep into his lungs. Then while holding the
> smoke in, he packs the cone again and passes it to me.
>
> "Thanks." I say and light up, pulling hard to clear a seed that
> blocks the stem.
>
> I hand the bong back to CJ and lean back in the chair, savouring the
> sensation, as the smoke does its work and my head starts to spin.
> "Good stuff." I gasp.
>
> "Is there any other kind?" he says as he packs the cone. Waving the
> bong in the direction of the door, he asks, "Should we?"
>
> I wrinkle my nose, "I guess we'd better."
>
> "Danny," he cries in a breathy whisper, "Danny, ... Danny." He waits
> a few seconds, "I called him. You heard me, didn't you?"
>
> "Yes." I assent and he lifts the bong to his lips.
>
> Then just as he's about to light up, the door opens and Danny sticks
> his ugly face through the door. "Must be my pipe." he says, coming
> in and closing the door behind him. "You two are bastards, you know?
> You come into my house and you use my smoking room and my bong.
> Who's cigarettes did you use?" he asks, then catching the half grin
> on CJ's face, he goes on, "And my bloody cigarettes too."
>
> "We called." CJ objects, "Didn't we Greg?"
>
> "Yes." I agree solemnly.
>
> "Yeah right. Give me that fucking bong." Danny snatches it from
> CJ's hand. "And get out of my fucking chair."
>
> CJ relinquishes his place and pulls the speaker over to a new seat in
> the least comfortable chair in the room. Danny sits down and
> snatches the proffered lighter from my hand. He lights the bong and
> punches it, before throwing the lighter back at me, hard enough to
> sting, when it impacts in my palm.
>
> Over the next twenty minutes or so, we polish off the mix and move
> out into the lounge to listen to a little Hawkwind. No sooner do I
> take my seat, than a semi-guided organic missile leaves its place in
> front of the television and launches itself into my lap.
>
> Sandy's feet come perilously close to the family jewels, as she
> stands up and entangles both of her chubby fists in my beard. With a
> quick jerk, she pulls my head forwards and playfully snaps at my
> nose. On the third snap, her forehead impacts painfully against mine
> and I jerk backwards, grimacing as her hands in my beard pull me up
> short.
>
> She giggles as I rub my forehead with one hand and extricate her
> fingers from my beard with the other. I then proceed to make
> munching noises as I pull her tiny fists to my mouth.
>
> Shrieking, she pulls her fists from my grasp and plumps down into my
> lap, her nappy thankfully lessening the impact. She then extends a
> single finger towards me. I snap at it and she jerks it back with a
> painfully shrill, shrieking giggle. Over and over again, I snap at
> her tiny finger, rewarded each time with another piercing shriek.
>
> Finally I trap her hand in mine and pull it to my mouth, easily
> taking the small fist between my teeth, where I proceed to give it a
> generous coating of spit.
>
> Danny and CJ laugh at her disgusted expression and when I release her
> hand, she jerks it back and wipes it on the front of her t-shirt. A
> few seconds later a look of concentration appears on her face and I
> feel a spreading dampness in my lap.
>
> Looking down, I see that the little minx has pulled the leg of her
> plastics to one side and her pee is seeping through her nappy to soak
> me. "Sandy!" I cry in and outraged tone.
>
> Her only response is to giggle and pull her nappy far enough aside to
> squirt the last few dribbles directly onto my crotch.
>
> By this time CJ and Danny have worked out what is going on and are
> laughing uproariously, Danny on the floor in front of his chair.
>
> "Here," I say, rising from my seat. Holding Sandy at arm's length, I
> move to stand in front of Danny, "She's your daughter."
>
> "Uh-uh," he returns with a grin, "it's your fault, you clean her up."
>
> Tucking the dripping toddler under my arm, I head for her bedroom,
> grabbing a wet cloth from the bathroom on the way. Once there, I
> strip her plastic pants off and drop them on the floor, beside the
> bucket and unfasten the pins, holding her nappy on. I drop the
> saturated square of cloth in the bucket and toss her, shrieking, onto
> the bed.
>
> As I kneel beside her bed, she seizes her toes in her fingers and
> presents her tiny pussy to me. I quickly wipe the outside of her
> slightly reddened vulva and her dimpled bottom clean with the cloth.
> I then use the fingers of my free hand to separate her baby labia.
>
> For a few seconds, I gaze at the glistening pink crevasse between
> them, marvelling at her tiny clitoris, the size of a grain of rice,
> hidden behind its hood. An inch lower down, the opening of her
> little vagina winks at me. I then slowly wipe the last traces of
> piss from between her plump pussy lips.
>
> She smiles at me, from between her knees, as I allow a fingertip to
> brush over her tiny clit and down the smooth valley separating her
> fat labia. Then as I use the cloth to unnecessarily clean the tiny
> pucker of her little pink anus, I wet the little finger of my other
> hand in my mouth and press the tip against her tiny vaginal opening,
> feeling it open up to accept me and clasp half of the first joint in
> an exquisite embrace.
>
> Dropping the cloth, I gently remove and reinsert my finger tip, while
> she makes little cooing giggles of pleasure. Inside my pants, my
> cock hardens, painfully confined within my tight jeans.
>
> Leaning forwards, I plant a wet kiss on her puffy labia and flick the
> tip of my tongue over her now hard little clit. Rising, I withdraw
> my finger and pop it into my mouth, savouring the sweet taste of her
> baby juices.
>
> Rising, I adjust my straining cock into a more comfortable position
> as I go and get a nappy from the hanger beside the door. When I turn
> back Sandy is rubbing her fingers back and forth over her tiny little
> clitoris, cooing with pleasure. For a few moments, I stand there,
> watching the beautiful, eighteen month old toddler happily
> masturbating.
>
> Dropping back to my knees, I lower my head and drool a small gob of
> spittle onto her busy fingers. Then wetting my finger, I once more
> insinuate the tip into the warm clasp of her tiny vagina, stopping
> when the tip reaches the thin membrane of her hymen.
>
> With short, quarter inch strokes, I gently finger fuck the little
> girl, the motions of her fat little fingers become faster and faster
> as she approaches her climax. Within thirty seconds, her cherubic
> face screws up in a grimace of ecstasy and I feel a rhythmic
> squeezing and relaxation as her tiny vagina contracts on the tip of
> my little finger.
>
> Gently extricating my finger from the sweet moistness of her young
> vagina, I lift it to her lips. She opens her mouth and eagerly
> accepts the proffered digit, contentedly suckling, long after all
> traces of her delicate juices are gone.
>
> I lower my face between her chubby thighs and apply my tongue to the
> tight pucker of her baby arsehole. She releases my finger with a
> cooing giggle as I slowly drag my tongue upwards over the tiny
> entrance to her vagina, tasting the sweet, delicate juices that seep
> from within. I give a final flick to her softening clitoris with the
> tip of my tongue and look up into her smiling face. Smiling back as
> she fights to keep her eyes open.
>
> Rising on shaky legs, I use a corner of the nappy to dry her sweet
> vulva. Then folding it, I slip it beneath her dimpled bottom and pin
> it in place. Slipping a clean pair of plastics on her, I lift her
> smiling, tired body into my arms. She throws her arms around my neck
> and holds her smiling face up to me, her lips pursed as she waits for
> me to kiss her.
>
> I deliver the kiss and she rests her head on my shoulder, snuggling
> her face into my neck. Within seconds, she is emitting tiny, little
> snores and I pull back the covers and lower her to the pillow.
> Pulling up the covers I kiss her flushed cheeks and look into her
> smiling face for a few seconds.
>
> I gather up her damp plastics and take them and the cloth through the
> kitchen to the laundry. On my return, I meet Angela, Sandy's mother,
> coming in through the front door and I rush to help her carry the
> shopping through to the kitchen.
>
> "Where's Sandy?" she asks, gazing down at the damp patch on my
> groin. "I see She's piddled on you again." she says with a grin.
>
> "Yeah, as a pay back for licking her hand." I grin back, "I just put
> her down for a nap." I say, waving a bag in the direction of the
> partially closed door to Sandy's bedroom.
>
> "I don't know how you do it." Angela says, shaking her head as she
> peers in on her somnolent daughter. "It takes me forever to get her
> settled."
>
> "Hammersthetic." I joke.
>
> "I can almost believe you." she says, "Where's Danny?"
>
> "In there with CJ." I say, indicating the closed door of the smoking
> room.
>
> "I might have known." She says, "He better have left some for me
> this time."
>
> Together, we enter the room and Angela takes a seat in Danny's lap as
> I drop into the chair beside CJ. He hands the bong to Angela, then
> takes only the cone when she extends it back towards him. Packing
> it, he drops it back into the stem and she smokes the second pipe.
>
> He then gives me two, which finishes off the mix. "Ok, lets go." he
> says to me, rising from his chair. "But you'd better get changed
> first."
>
> We say our goodbyes and head next door to my place, where I clean
> myself up and put on a fresh change of clothes. Grabbing my keys, we
> go out to my car and I follow his directions to his ex-girlfriend's
> house.
>
> Chapter 2 - Alison and Rene
>
> I pull up in front of a neat brick veneer. Though obviously built by
> the housing commission, it has a much more homey look and feel than
> many of the other, almost identical, houses in the street. Instead
> of a bare lawn, it sports a well-tended garden, that is a riot of
> color, and many young trees break up the stark lines of the house.
> The porch is a solid mass of greenery, with rank after rank of ferns
> and orchids almost totally obscuring the wrought iron rack that
> supports their pots. Hanging from the eaves, geraniums, maiden hair
> ferns and plants that I can not name, further serve to give the
> 'efficiently' designed house character.
>
> I see a curtain twitch in one of the windows as we make our way up
> the concrete path to the front door. Before CJ can knock, it is
> flung open forcing him to dodge backwards as the screen door flies
> open in his face.
>
> With shrieks of "Daddy!", two juvenile bundles of energy launch
> themselves at CJ as he crouches and gathers them into his arms. Now
> that they are relatively motionless, they resolve themselves into two
> blonde beauties. The elder looks to be about nine or ten years old
> and after kissing her father on the cheeks, she looks up at me
> brazenly. The younger of the two, who is about five, huddles closer
> to CJ and peers suspiciously past his shoulder to look at me.
>
> "Who's he?" she asks pointing at me.
>
> "Don't point." CJ says, "You'll poke holes in the air and trip up
> the fairies."
>
> Both girls giggle, though the elder of the two rolls her eyes, as if
> she had heard the joke more than once before. Stubbornly, the five
> year old repeats, "Who's he?"
>
> "Girls, this is Greg." CJ informs them, "Greg, this is my daughter,
> Alison." The older girl, grins up at me and extends her hand towards
> me. I take it in mine and as I shake it, I feel her middle finger
> curl between our hands and scratch my palm. My eyes widen and her
> grin widens to match, the tip of her tongue protruding from between
> her lips and moistening them.
>
> "And this is Rene." he says, trying to turn the shy five year old
> towards me, but she just clings tighter to him and buries her face
> against his neck.
>
> "Hi CJ." a woman's voice causes me to look up and I drop Alison's
> hand like a hot potato as I gaze into the stunning blue eyes of a
> bombshell blonde. She notices my hasty action and a brief smile
> flickers across her lips, but all she says is. "Well aren't you
> going to introduce me?"
>
> "Oh, sorry Honey." he stammers, "Cheryl, this is Greg, he lives next
> door to Danny's. Greg, this is my sort of ex-girlfriend Cheryl."
>
> "Oh yes." she says giving me a megawatt smile, "CJ's told me all
> about you."
>
> Rising, with Rene still attached like a limpet, he gathers Cheryl up
> in a hug and kisses her soundly. "Happy birthday Honey." he says
> when he releases her.
>
> Giggling, she invites us into the house and I see her green thumb at
> work here too. Ferns and philodendrons occupy pots in the entry and
> a wicker screen is almost completely covered with variegated ivy.
> She leads us through, into the lounge where even more plants occupy
> the corners and spaces beside the furniture.
>
> Ushering us into seats, Cheryl asks me, "What do you like to drink
> Greg, tea or coffee?"
>
> Tea thanks, white with three." I reply.
>
> "Alison, come and help me." she instructs as she goes through into
> the kitchen. Alison returns a minute later with a plate of biscuits
> and a cup of cordial for her little sister. Throwing me a bright
> smile she disappears back into the kitchen, emerging a few minutes
> later with her mother. Alison carries her own drink and a steaming
> mug, which she hands to me, before plumping down onto the couch
> beside me.
>
> Cheryl waits for CJ to rearrange Rene on his lap, then hands him his
> drink before taking a seat in the chair opposite him. She instructs
> Alison to hand around the biscuits and with a flourish the beautiful
> young girl presents me with the plate. Her stoop causes the top of
> her blouse to gape open and I get a good view of her nascent breasts.
> The areola have just begun to darken and are pushed up into small
> half spherical mounds the size of small plums.
>
> I lift my eyes to her face and her grin tells me that she knows
> exactly where I have been looking. Turning her face slightly to one
> side, she conceals her lips from her parents view and briefly puckers
> them. As she turns away from me, I find myself crossing my legs to
> hide a growing bulge and wishing for an opportunity to be alone with
> this forward young girl.
>
> After taking the plate around to her parents and sister, she returns
> to her seat beside me. As Cheryl, CJ and I chat and sip our drinks,
> I notice Rene peeking at me over the top of her cup, ducking her head
> each time my gaze meets hers. Slowly though, she becomes bolder and
> a few minutes later she scrambles from her father's lap. Setting her
> empty cup on the coffee table, she keeps its solid bulk between us as
> she stares curiously at my face.
>
> Rather than discomfit her, I keep my face turned towards her parents
> and continue with the conversation, while watching her out of the
> corner of my eye. Is seems that they too are watching her antics,
> their attention constantly switching between their youngest daughter
> and me.
>
> Slowly, Rene sidles around the end of the table furthest from her
> parents and disappears from my view. The conversation descends
> further and further into inanities, as I follow her progress in her
> parents eyes. They seem almost to be holding their breath as Rene's
> progress slows. A minute or so later, Alison utters loud protests as
> her little sister forces her way into the six inch gap that separates
> her body from mine.
>
> On the other side of the room, Cheryl's and CJ's look relieved and I
> turn my head and look down at the little cutie jammed up against my
> hip. She looks back solemnly and ventures a tiny smile, which widens
> as I grin back at her. I rock my jaw from side to side, causing my
> long beard to waggle and her smile becomes a giggle as she snatches
> at it.
>
> Momentarily forgetting who she is, I snap at her fingers as if she
> was Sandy and she snatches them back with a scared look. Then
> reassured by my grin, she tries again, once more snatching her
> fingers back as my teeth meet with a clack an inch from the tips.
> She smiles tentatively and slowly extends her fingers, jerking them
> back as I bob my head. This goes on for a few moments longer, her
> smile widening into a grin as she grows bolder. Then with a crow of
> triumph her hand darts forwards and she entangles her fingers in my
> beard, tugging gently.
>
> I grimace theatrically and she giggles delightedly. Then as she tugs
> again and again, Cheryl cries, "Rene!" and with a frightened look,
> she jerks her hand back, accidentally pulling three or four wiry
> hairs from my chin. Seeing them, she looks almost ready to burst
> into tears.
>
> Before she can scramble from the couch, I take her hand and
> re-entangle it in my beard. Then looking across at Cheryl I say,
> "She's fine, at least SHE doesn't want to play 'butts'."
>
> Cheryl gives me a quizzical look and CJ explains, "Danny's kid, likes
> to headbutt and she isn't gentle, your ears'll be ringing and she'll
> still be giggling."
>
> "Oh!" She and CJ exchange a look and she nods.
>
> "Uh Greg?" CJ clears his throat.
>
> I look over to him and warily ask, "Yes?"
>
> "Would you do us a big favour?"
>
> "Like what?"
>
> "Look after the kids so I can take Cheryl out for her birthday." he
> replies.
>
> My heart leaps at the thought of being left, more or less alone with
> Alison, but not wanting to appear too eager, I ask, "Why me?"
>
> Cheryl replies, "Because my dad's had a little heart scare the other
> day and he's in hospital. Mum's too busy being worried to look after
> these two. He's all right, but I was worried we'd have to cancel
> this weekend.
>
> "CJ told me how good you are with Sandy and the other kids that come
> around there, so I told him to bring you around and we'd see how Rene
> reacted to you. She's terribly shy and we usually get my parents to
> look after them on our weekends."
>
> I hold up my hand to interrupt her and say, "Hang on, that's the
> second time you said weekend. You want me to look after your kids
> for the entire weekend?"
>
> "Uh-huh." she replies, "Would you do it please? We'll pay you of
> course."
>
> Glaring at CJ, I growl, "I think I've been had." I then ask, "How
> much?" trying to sound mercenary, while hiding my inner elation at
> having an obviously willing Alison to myself for two whole days.
>
> "How does an ounce of prime buds sound?" CJ asks with a grin.
>
> "I'll do it!" I reply. "Just what are these weekends anyway?"
>
> "Well, it's like this." Cheryl explains, "CJ and I get on really
> well until we start spending a lot of time in each other's company
> and then we start fighting like cats and dogs. It was starting to
> upset Alison, so CJ moved out before we became enemies. Then on my
> birthday, CJ came over and all but kidnapped us. We left Alison with
> my parents and the two off us spent an absolutely glorious weekend
> down at Lakes Entrance.
>
> When we got back, we had another go at making things work, but the
> same things happened all over again and again CJ decided to leave.
> On his birthday, I left Alison with my Mum and Dad and I took him up
> to Echuca.
>
> "After that it became a tradition. We'd take each other somewhere on
> our birthdays and at Christmas we'd take Alison and later Rene too,
> camping. Then before the fighting started we'd go our separate ways
> again. CJ often spends Saturday nights here with me and the girls.
> It sounds weird, but it works for us, the girls still have a father
> and they never have to see us fighting."
>
> "So where are you going this time?" I ask.
>
> "On a paddle steamer cruise on the Murray." CJ replies with a grin
> at Cheryl.
>
> "You got the tickets!" she shrieks springing from her chair to
> launch herself at CJ and plaster kisses all over his face.
>
> A gentle tug on my beard reminds me of Rene's presence and I look
> down into her serious little face. "Are you going to look after us?"
> she asks.
>
> "Would you like that?" I ask in return.
>
> "Uh-huh." she replies, nodding gravely.
>
> "What about you?" I look up at Alison.
>
> "You bet." she grins, licking her lips.
>
> Suddenly Cheryl pulls back and exclaims, "Shit, we'd better get
> moving."
>
> "Relax," CJ soothes, "we've got plenty of time, we don't have to be
> there until seven."
>
> "What about Greg?" she objects, "He'll have to get some clothes and
> I have to put clean sheets on my bed."
>
> "Don't worry about me," I say, "I keep an overnight bag in the car so
> I'm all right there. What about you CJ? Do you need a lift to get
> your stuff."
>
> "No, we'd already packed Cheryl's car when her father had his turn."
> he replies.
>
> Cheryl has pulled a book in her lap, using it as a rest as she busily
> scribbles away. As she writes she says, "The kids can have fish and
> chips for tea tonight and pizza tomorrow, can you manage sandwiches
> for their lunches? Rene has Rice Bubbles for breakfast, and Alison
> likes Vita-Brits. Here's my mother's phone number and address and
> the number for the hospital. CJ get the number for the Echuca
> Police, just in case he has to get hold of us."
>
> As CJ gets the phone book, Cheryl rattles on with her instructions.
> "Rene goes to bed at eight o'clock, Alison can stay up until nine
> thirty, ten at the latest. Make sure Rene goes to the toilet before
> she goes to sleep and has nothing to drink after seven. She still
> wets the bed sometimes.
>
> "Rene shouldn't give you any trouble and Alison had better not, if
> she knows what's good for her."
>
> As she speaks, I make all of the appropriate noises in the right
> places and when she finishes, I reassure her, "You go ahead and have
> a good time, we'll be fine."
>
> Over the next hour, while CJ and Cheryl shower and get dressed for
> dinner, I get to know Rene better, answering Alison's scowl with a
> whispered "Later." She brightens up at this and joins in my games
> with Rene. Though she tries to steal the show by giving me a glimpse
> down the front of her shirt at every opportunity and sitting opposite
> me with her legs crossed, giving me a clear view of her pink, cotton
> knickers.
>
> Whenever Rene looks away, she drops her fingers into her lap and rubs
> at her pussy as though scratching an itch. Once, when Rene runs off
> to get something from her room, Alison draws the damp gusset of her
> knickers to one side, revealing the smooth white flesh of her vulva.
> Still maintaining the pretence of scratching an itch, she brings her
> other hand down and rubs at the glistening pink crease separating her
> sweet pussy lips.
>
> She calmly releases the elastic, as Rene clatters back into the room
> carrying a coloring book and her Crayons. Rene tugs me over to sit
> at the coffee table and uses my lap as a seat, her squirming to get
> comfortable causes my semi-rigid prick to harden completely.
>
> Alison moves to kneel beside me, and pokes the finger that had just
> been between her legs out at me. I playfully snap at it, expecting
> her to jerk it away. Instead she holds it still and my teeth close
> bare millimetres from the tip. I look into her eyes and I'm met by a
> challenging look. So taking her dare, I cover my teeth with my lips
> and close them around the proffered finger, taking my first taste of
> her sweet pussy.
>
> At the same time Rene looks up and jeers at her sister, "Ha, he got
> you. I'm better than you."
>
> Alison and I exchange grins and pulling her finger free of my lips,
> she agrees with a laugh, "Yeah, I guess you are."
>
> Rising, she leaves the room and returns with a coloring book of her
> own and a set of Derwent pencils. "Move over." she orders her
> little sister. Using her hip to shove Rene to one side, she
> appropriates my left knee, forcing me to place a hand on each of
> their waists to support them. Pretending to lose her balance, she
> steadies herself, her hand falling into my lap directly on top of my
> still firm prick.
>
> She gasps and snatches her hand back. I look down into her face, to
> be met by a look compounded of surprise and embarrassment. She turns
> to the table and opens her book to a picture of Ariel, the little
> mermaid. Then carefully selecting just the right shade of blue-green
> she pokes her tongue from the corner of her mouth and begins to
> carefully color Ariel's tail.
>
> Just as my leg begins to go to sleep, CJ and Cheryl come to my
> rescue. "Girls, we're going now, don't be pests and mind what Greg
> tells you."
>
> The girls scramble from my knees, Alison giving my now soft member
> another exploratory feel, as she pushes herself to her feet. I climb
> to my feet, pins and needles burning in my leg and I limp over to
> where Alison and Rene are receiving kisses goodbye.
>
> Cheryl notices my limp and grins, saying, "You shouldn't let them
> take advantage of you like that, especially Alison, she's too heavy."
>
> "Forget it, Cheryl." CJ says, "That's why he's so good with kids, he
> lets them do whatever they want with him. But at the same time, he
> doesn't let them get away with any shit."
>
> "Ok, we turned the spa on for you kids, but you're not to get in
> unless Greg's with you. ok?"
>
> Both girls greet this announcement with loud cheers and readily agree
> to the restriction.
>
> "The water should be hot enough in about an hour. Don't let them
> totally cook themselves. Here are the keys and here's the money for
> the fish and chips and pizzas and bread and milk in the morning.
> We'll be back about ten Sunday night." Cheryl delivers final
> instructions and hands me a fifty dollar note.
>
> "Can we get a video?" Alison asks eagerly.
>
> "One each." Cheryl answers, "There should be enough there, if not
> I'll fix you up when we get back. There's a video store up next to
> the milkbar. Alison will show you where it is, just don't let her
> get anything too gory. Girls, you be good for Greg and do whatever
> he says."
>
> She stoops to deliver a final kiss to each of the two girls and as
> she releases them they move over to their father. He sweeps them up
> in his arms and gives them a bear hug, winking at me, he whispers in
> their ears and slips a folded five dollar note into their hands.
>
> "Thanks mate, you don't know how much I appreciate this." CJ says,
> slipping a tightly rolled baggie into my hand as he shakes it,
> rolling his eyes in the direction of Cheryl.
>
> "Thank you Greg." Cheryl says and surprises me by pulling me into a
> hug. "Here, don't smoke it until Rene's in bed and don't let Alison
> have more than two cones. The bong's over the stove."
>
> CJ misinterprets my stunned mullet expression and grins at me, "Yeah
> she has that effect on me too."
>
> The girls and I escort CJ and Cheryl to the car and I stand with them
> at the end of the driveway, as they wave until the car turns at the
> end of the street. I look down into their up turned faces and ask,
> Ok, what do you want to do?"
>
> Chapter 3 - Set Up?
>
> "Get a video." Alison cries.
>
> At the same time, Rene waves her five dollar note and declares, "Buy
> lots of lollies."
>
> "I think we can manage that in one trip." I say with a grin.
> Checking that I have the keys, I pull the door shut and take hold of
> Rene's hand, allowing Alison to lead me up the road to the shops.
>
> Immediately we enter the milkbar, Rene makes a beeline for the
> counter and holds up the five dollar note. "Lollies, I want lot's of
> lollies." She informs the girl behind the counter.
>
> The girl's eyes flick from the money to Rene to me and she raises an
> eyebrow in true Spock fashion.
>
> "It's all right." I hastily say, "I'm looking after them for the
> weekend, while their parents are away."
>
> The girl laughs at my frightened expression and says, "I'm not
> worried about that. I know Rene and there's no way a stranger could
> get anywhere near her. I'm just wondering if you're prepared for the
> mess, when she deposits five dollars worth of lollies on the carpet."
>
> "I get you're point." I grin back, "Make it a dollar and she can buy
> some more tomorrow. Alison, the same goes for you."
>
> Alison, returns two of the four chocolate bars she is holding, to the
> shelf and looks up at me pleadingly. "Ok, but that's it." I relent,
> "And you don't eat them until after dinner."
>
> Grinning happily, she waits at the counter for the girl to finish
> filling a bag for Rene and they hand over their money. When they
> receive their change, Rene holds up the well-filled paper bag in one
> hand and the four gold coins in the other, crowing at her incredible
> bargaining skills.
>
> Thanking the girl, we leave the shop and go into the next, where we
> order our fish and chips. "Let's get our videos while they're
> cooking." Alison says.
>
> As we enter the video store, I suggest, "Why don't we let Rene choose
> the movie for tonight and you can get yours tomorrow."
>
> "Ok," she agrees and a few minutes later, we emerge with a copy of My
> Little Pony. We collect the fish and chips and head back to their
> home.
>
> Rene wants to watch the movie straight away, but I suggest that she
> wait until after we have eaten. I send Alison to get a couple of
> towels from the bathroom and lay them out on the floor.
>
> Setting dinner in the middle, I restrain them while we say grace.
> "Two, four, six, eight. Bog in, don't wait."
>
> They take me at my word and they tear into their dinner like starving
> animals. Rene singes her fingers on her piece of fish and I show her
> how to tear off a strip of paper and wrap it around the battered
> fillet.
>
> Within minutes, dinner is but a memory and a few scattered crumbs,
> which Rene assiduously hunts down and consumes. "Can I watch
> 'Ponies' now?" she asks.
>
> "Yep." I agree, "And you can eat some of your lollies too." Taking
> the cassette from Its case, I pop it into the VCR and sit back,
> resigned to an hour of saccharine sweetness.
>
> "Hey lets get in the spa." Alison says to me once her little sister
> is engrossed with the television set.
>
> Immediately, Rene leaps up and hits 'stop' and yells, "Yay, Me too,
> I'll watch 'Ponies' later."
>
> Alison's face drops a little at her sister's intrusion, but wisely
> says nothing. She leads me out through the back door to where a fern
> filled conservatory has been built onto the back of the house.
> Sunken into the middle of the floor, totally concealed from outside
> view, is a large spa bath.
>
> "Hang on you two," I say, "you get your bathers, while I get some
> shorts from my car."
>
> "Why?" Alison objects, "We never wear bathers in the spa with Mum
> and Dad."
>
> "That's different." I say, "I don't think your mother would like it
> if I got in with you two without any clothes on."
>
> While Alison and I have been speaking, Rene has stripped off her
> clothes and is standing, naked, by the edge of the spa. "Hurry up,"
> she cries, "I'm getting cold."
>
> "Greg says we've got to wear our bathers because Mum wouldn't like it
> if we were rudie nudies with him." Alison says to her little sister.
>
> "Oh!" A frightened look creeps onto Rene's face, "Does that mean I'm
> naughty?" she asks in a quavering voice, her lower lip trembling.
>
> "No Rene," I reassure her, "but you'd better put your bathers on."
>
> Immediately her whole demeanour brightens and the next thing I know,
> my arms are full of delighted, squirming, naked little girl. With
> this, I realise what Cheryl meant by my not having any trouble with
> her. A look of censure would have her near tears, while a raised
> voice would probably have her bawling for hours and to raise your
> hand to her in anger would probably drive her into catatonia.
>
> "Will you help me?" she asks, "I always get it wrong."
>
> "I don't know." I demure.
>
> "Please?" she begs with irresistible, doe like eyes.
>
> "You'd better do it," Alison advises, "or she'll look at you like
> that for the rest of the night."
>
> "Ok," I laugh, "I don't think I could take that."
>
> Again, I see that bright smile, that, with a little self confidence,
> would match her mother's. "Oh thank you." she cries, giving a
> little wriggle, that abruptly stops as her mouth opens in surprise.
>
> Suddenly I realise that my hand has slipped on her little bottom and
> the side of my finger now rests in the crease of her plump little
> pussy. I quickly readjust my grip and turn to Alison, asking, "Could
> you take my keys and get my bag out of the boot of my car?"
>
> "Sure." she agrees cheerfully and unsnaps my keys from my pants.
> "Which one is it?" she asks.
>
> I shift Rene to my hip and pick out the right key for Alison. As she
> goes outside, I carry Rene to her room and lower her to the floor.
> "Where are your bathers?" I ask.
>
> "In here." she says, going over to her chest of drawers and pulling
> out the top drawer. "Lift me up." she says.
>
> I slip my hands around her tiny waist and lift her until she can see
> into the drawer. Lifting one leg between hers, I rest the toe on a
> drawer handle and lower her to sit astride my thigh. She rummages
> through her underwear for a few moments and pulls out a blue ball of
> stretch lycra.
>
> She shoves the drawer closed and indicates with a wriggle, that she
> wants to get down. I lower her to the floor and take her bathers
> from her hand. Shaking them out, I sort out front from back and hold
> them open for her to step into. I pull them up snug into her crotch
> and help her get her arms through the right holes, settling the
> shoulder straps with a light snap onto her shoulders.
>
> She steps back a couple of steps and I survey her, noticing that the
> strip of cloth between her legs is half caught up between her pussy
> lips. Motioning her back to me, I slip a finger under the
> elasticised leg band and pull it straight, the back of my knuckle
> just brushing the exquisitely smooth skin of her plump vulva. Her
> eyes widen a little at the intimate touch, but the smile on her lips
> never wavers.
>
> I withdraw my hand and she holds out her arms to me. Then just as I
> go to pick her up, Alison says from the doorway, "Here's your stuff."
>
> Giving Rene a pat on the bottom, I say, "You go and wait in front of
> the fire, we'll be there in a minute." I rise and take my bag and
> keys from Alison, telling her, "Go and get changed."
>
> In the master bedroom, I quickly strip, pull on a pair of speedos
> (left over from summer) and slip on the towelling robe that I keep in
> the bag. Leaving the room, I catch a glimpse of Alison through her
> half open door. She is naked from the waist up, tying the string at
> the side of her bottoms.
>
> I'm just about to turn away, when she notices me. "Greg," she calls,
> "come here. I can't get this knot undone."
>
> I stick my head through the door for a closer look and see that the
> strings on one side of her bikini bottoms are well and truly snarled.
> As I move into the room I get a good look at her little tits. Just
> beginning to sprout, they are tiny, almost hemispherical mounds,
> entirely covered by the crinkled, pink/brown skin of her areola.
> Surmounting them, are her pea sized nipples which stand slightly
> stiffened by the cool late autumn air.
>
> She thrusts these out at me proudly and I start to think that this is
> a put up job. When I kneel at her side and take the snarled strings
> from her, a quick inspection confirms my guess. I can see where the
> original bow was tied and the new knot contains so many loops that it
> could not possibly have formed accidentally.
>
> I give her an accusing glance and she responds by grinning down at me
> and letting go of her bathers. They fall a few inches before the
> strings in my hand pull them up short, revealing the top of her
> beautiful pre-teen vulva less than eighteen inches from the tip of my
> nose. In form it is a smooth, slightly plump mound, separated into
> two perfectly symmetrical halves by a fine, dark cleft. Three
> quarters of an inch from the top of that sweet valley is her
> clitoris, a small pink nubbin, the size of a pencil eraser.
>
> "Oops!" she exclaims insincerely, and I look up into her slightly
> flushed, grinning face. "I guess I might as well take them off.
> Anyway it'll be easier for you." Saying this, she plucks at the bow
> on the other side and I'm left holding a tiny scrap of cloth wrapped
> around her right leg and a complete view of her sweet pussy.
>
> "I guess you might." I growl up at her and her grin widens.
>
> I begin lowering the wisp of fabric that I hold, but she has one more
> surprise for me. Before I can lower my hands more than a foot, she
> draws her leg up and out of her bottoms, giving me a clear view of
> the damp, pink cleft between her pussy lips and the glistening,
> slightly darker flesh of her inner labia. She holds the pose for a
> few seconds and I become conscious of a sweet, slightly musky smell.
>
> As she lowers her leg, I tear my gaze from the delightful sight and
> look down at the tangle in my hands. A few quick tugs soon have it
> sorted out and I hold her bottoms out to her.
>
> Instead of taking them from me, she turns to face me and strikes a
> pose that is as old as life itself. Standing with her right leg
> slightly cocked, her left hand low on her hip and the thumb and
> forefinger of the right loosely framing her mound, she asks, "Do you
> think I'm pretty?"
>
> "Beautiful." I whisper, then catching myself, I continue sternly,
> "Do you know that you're asking for trouble?"
>
> "Uh-huh." she replies just as seriously. "But I like you. You're
> nice."
>
> "Just because I'm nice, doesn't mean I'm safe. Haven't you been told
> about strangers?" I ask.
>
> "Of course silly, but you're Daddy's friend." she replies.
>
> "That doesn't mean anything." I tell her, "I might still be a bad
> man who does nasty things to little girls."
>
> "Are you?" she asks seriously. "Nasty I mean."
>
> "No I'm not." I say, "But you should be more careful, because I do
> want to do things with you."
>
> "Would you stop if I asked you to?"
>
> "Yes I would." I reply.
>
> "Then I want you to do things to me." she informs me.
>
> Then with a mercurial change of mood she grins at me, "I'm a big girl
> now, see I'm growing hair down here." she points at her bare vulva.
>
> I take a closer look, but I'm forced to ask, "Where? I can't see
> any."
>
> "Right here." she says pointing to the very top of her crack.
> "You'll have to look closer."
>
> I lean closer, getting another intoxicating whiff of her sweet pussy.
> Finally, I'm close enough to see a few wispy hairs, almost invisible
> against her skin.
>
> "Here," she says grabbing my wrist, "you can feel them easier." I
> offer only token resistance, as she draws my hand closer and presses
> my fingertips against the flawless, resilient flesh of her juvenile
> mons.
>
> She relaxes her grip on my wrist and I lightly brush my fingers over
> her smooth pubic mound, feeling a fine peach fuzz and a few slightly
> stiffer hairs just above the top of her cleft. She makes no move to
> pull my hand away, so I continue to lightly explore her beautiful
> young pussy. With my heart beating like a triphammer, I run the
> sensitive tips of my fingers all over the plump bulge between her
> legs, delighting in the exquisite feel of her unblemished skin.
>
> I then fold the last two fingers of my hand under my thumb and gently
> probe lower down. Realising my goal, she shifts her feet apart and
> allows my fingers to investigate further. Still keeping my fingers
> on the outside of her vulva, I gently run them between her legs,
> finding a slight hint of moisture. I then increase the pressure
> slightly and feel the soft folds of her little pussy open up around
> my middle finger.
>
> She gives a gasp and her fingers tighten slightly on my wrist. I
> stop dead at this and a few seconds later her fingers relax. Taking
> this as a signal to continue, I press a little harder, moving my
> fingertip in tiny circles, until the tip of my finger presses against
> the entrance to her vagina.
>
> Again her fingers tighten, and again I stop. This time she pulls my
> hand upwards until my finger tip is clear of her vagina before she
> relaxes her grip. Taking the hint, I leave her vagina alone and
> continue to explore the hot, moist flesh of her inner folds. As I
> draw my fingers back and up, I feel her inner labia close on the
> sides of my fingertip and I come into contact with the rigid knob of
> her fully extended clitoris.
>
> "Stop!" she gasps and her fingers tighten convulsively on my wrist.
>
> "Are you all right?" I ask.
>
> "Uh-huh." she nods. "But why does it feel so much better than when
> I touch myself there?"
>
> As I think about how to answer her, I remove my fingers completely
> from between her pussy lips and stare at the glistening pink knob of
> flesh that now extends a little beyond her pale outer labia. Finally
> I ask, "Are you ticklish?"
>
> "Yeah, I guess so. Why?" she asks confusedly.
>
> "Well, can you tickle yourself?"
>
> "Of course not." she replies.
>
> "Well, it's sort of like that. You can't tickle yourself, because
> your brain already knows exactly what's going to happen. Touching
> your pussy is like a special kind of tickling, but because there are
> lots more nerves there, you can do it to yourself. It feels better
> when somebody else does it, because your brain doesn't already know
> what's going to happen."
>
> "Oh, I get it." she says smiling. "You can touch me again if you
> want to."
>
> "Later," I say picking up her bathers and drawing the scrap of cloth
> up between her legs, "we'd better get you dressed before Rene comes
> looking for us."
>
> She makes a little moue of disappointment, but takes hold of the
> strings and ties them in bows on both hips. I reach for the top,
> which is on her bed and she asks, "Do I have to wear that?"
>
> "I think you'd better." I say and she ducks her head for me. I slip
> the loop at the top behind her neck and she turns for me to tie the
> strap across her back.
>
> Turning back to me, she presents her half covered breasts to me,
> saying, "You fix it."
>
> I brush the balls of my thumbs over the exposed mounds, feeling the
> crinkled skin covering the firm flesh tighten even further. I flick
> the stiff little posts of her nipples, drawing a little gasp from her
> lips, then quickly tug the top of her bikini into place and rise to
> my feet.
>
> I lightly swat her bum, causing her to jump and squeak in mock
> outrage. "Come on you, let's go."
>
> In the lounge, we find Rene sitting about a metre from the
> television, totally engrossed in her 'Ponies', as every few seconds,
> her hand dips into the open bag of lollies in her lap. The shadow
> that I throw over her body, as I move to stand behind her, causes her
> to look up and ask. "What took you so long?"
>
> "My bathers got all tangled." Alison explains.
>
> "Oh. Can we get in the spa now?" Rene asks.
>
> "Sure thing." I reply. "Come on."
>
> Rene scrambles to her feet and stops the video.
>
> "Do you need to go to the loo?" Alison asks, "Remember what happened
> last time."
>
> Rene blushes and says, "Yeah, I better go."
>
> As she leaves the room, I ask Alison, "What happened?"
>
> "The water turned pink." Alison chortles, "Mum puts stuff in the
> water that turns pink if you piddle in it."
>
> "Oh." I say. "I need to go too, so I'll see you out there."
>
> I go after Rene and find her sitting on the toilet with the door
> open, her bathers on the floor. Grinning up at me, she says, "They
> fell off."
>
> "Really?" I ask, listening to the hiss of her pee in the bowl.
>
> Her only response is to lower her head and giggle. When she
> finishes, she hops down from the seat and picks up her bathers.
> "Here, help me put them on." she says holding them out to me.
>
> I pull a couple of sheets from the roll and hold them out to her,
> "Here dry off first."
>
> She looks quizzically at the wad of tissue in my hand, "Huh?"
>
> I reach down and dry her pussy for her, explaining, "Dry your crack
> after you have a piddle. That way there won't be any pink in the
> water."
>
> "Oh." she says, "Put my bathers on."
>
> I take them from her and hold them for her to step into. After I
> pull the shoulder straps into place, I look down and see the crotch
> pulled right up between her pussy lips and she avoids looking me in
> the eye.
>
> Grinning inwardly, I kneel and slip my finger under the narrow strip
> of cloth, running my knuckle the length of her little pussy as I pull
> it free. As my knuckle runs along the little furrow, she presses
> against it and my cock hardens in response. Still maintaining the
> pretence of ensuring the correct fit of her bathers I run my finger
> back and forth a few more times before withdrawing it.
>
> "Ok, off you go." I say, giving her little bottom a quick squeeze
> and pushing her out the door. "I need to use the toilet."
>
> She stands outside the door, looking a little disappointed as I close
> it. I extract my cock from my Speedos and wait for it to soften
> enough for me to piss. Once I'm done, some wicked little demon makes
> me stroke my hand up and down the shaft until my cock stands stiff,
> pointing away from my body at a forty five degree angle.
>
> I stuff it back into my Speedos, where it makes an impressive bulge
> and leave my robe hanging open. Flushing the toilet, I open the door
> and almost trip over Rene who is still waiting outside. Her eyes
> nearly pop out of her head when she is confronted by my lycra encased
> cock, practically in her face. Taking her by the shoulder, I turn
> her around, her head swivelling on her shoulders until it hurts me
> just to look at the way her neck is twisted. Finally, I put my hand
> on top of her head and twist her eyes to the front. Pushing her
> ahead of me, we walk through to the conservatory, where Alison is
> already luxuriating in the spa.
>
> As soon as we pass through the door, Rene takes an exaggerated step
> to the side and I grin inwardly as Alison's eyes widen and her gaze
> fastens on my crotch. Slipping my robe off, I hang it on a hook by
> the door and walk towards Alison. Her eyes remain glued to my cock
> as I pace across the deck and step down into the gently steaming
> water, not leaving it until it disappears beneath the surface,
> whereupon she looks up into my face. I meet her gaze and hold it
> until she blushes and lowers it to minutely examine the bubbling
> surface of the water.
>
> Beside me, Rene presents me with a view of her cute little bottom,
> with the fabric of her suit bunched up in the crack, as she turns and
> lowers herself into the water. "Can I sit on your lap?" she asks as
> she proceeds to do just that, pressing her practically bare bum back
> against my rigid member and wriggling it. Across from me, Alison
> throws her little sister a venomous look.
>
> When this has no effect, she sets the blower going and disappears
> beneath the roiling surface. A moment later, Rene shrieks and slides
> from my lap. Alison leaps from the water in front of me and as Rene
> rises from the water sputtering, she drops into my lap and defends
> her territory by splashing her little sister.
>
> Rene retaliates by closing her eyes and leaping at her big sister,
> swinging blindly. One wildly swung hand catches in the top of
> Alison's bikini and with a popping rip, one of the shoulder straps
> tears free of the minuscule triangles covering her breasts.
>
> Feeling like a heel, I bark "Enough!" Sure enough, Rene comes to an
> immediate halt and looks at me with tears in her eyes. Her gaze then
> falls on the damage done to her sister's bathers and the tears begin
> to flow freely.
>
> "I'm s-s-sorry." she sobs.
>
> I lift Alison down beside me and gather Rene up in my arms. Holding
> her tight to my chest, I rock her back and forth making soothing
> noises as I caress her back and soft little bottom. "It's all right
> I say, I can fix it."
>
> "You can?" she asks, blinking up at me.
>
> "Uh-huh." I confirm, hoping I am right. "Alison, it looks like you
> got your wish. You might as well get rid of that."
>
> "Now you two, do you think you can share me?" I ask, "Or should I
> just send you to bed right now?"
>
> "We'll be good." Alison says and Rene nods vigorously as she
> wriggles from my arms and places herself astride my left knee, facing
> towards me. Alison straddles the other knee and slips her arm around
> Rene's shoulder and pulls her in close, saying, "It's all right, it
> was getting too small anyway"
>
> Rene sniffs loudly a couple of times and smiles wanly. A few seconds
> later she giggles and says, "Your boobie's poking in my ear."
>
> We all laugh at this and all is forgiven.
>
> Suddenly a wicked thought enters my mind and I straighten my legs
> causing the pair of them to fall and disappear beneath the water.
> They rise sputtering and Alison looks at Rene, "Let's get him." she
> cries and they leap at me, their fingers digging into my ribs and
> burrowing for my armpits.
>
> I let them win the assault and laughing, I slide beneath the bubbling
> surface. Expelling just enough breath to keep myself submerged, I
> sit on the bottom and wait to see what they will do.
>
> After a few seconds I feel hands on my shoulders. They slip beneath
> my arms and I'm hauled to the surface. Rene is in front of me with a
> frightened look on her face, so I smile and wink at her, but leave my
> body limp. Grunting Alison drags me to a seat and steps up on to it,
> pulling me up to sit on it. But as soon as she loosens her grip I
> pretend to slip back towards the water.
>
> I do this a couple more times, until Rene looses control and bursts
> out laughing. At this point Alison realises that she's been had and
> shoves me from the seat into the water. I turn beneath the surface
> and leap from the water with a roar. Alison then jumps at me and I
> stagger as she locks her legs around my waist and her hands about my
> throat.
>
> She pretends to choke me as she shakes my head back and forth, saying
> "You, you, you, oooghh."
>
> I lift my hand to her waist and tickle her, catching her as she
> looses her grip. Lifting her back up, I blow zoober after zoober
> into her belly button, causing her to giggle and thrash
> uncontrollably. Accidentally, done on purpose, I land a few near and
> on her pert little titties, and she gasps and stiffens in my hands.
>
> Finally I relent and drop her into the water, turning to descend on a
> smugly smiling Rene. "Your turn little girl." I say as I lift her
> lycra covered belly to my lips and blow. The farting noises are even
> louder and her giggles are most satisfactory.
>
> Keeping hold of her I return to my seat, blowing into her belly
> button each time she falls silent. Eventually though, her breathing
> becomes laboured and I desist, lowering her to my knee.
>
> Warily, Alison approaches and sits down beside me, though for a
> minute or so she perches on the edge of the seat, ready to flee at my
> first movement. Then having decided that no further attack is
> forthcoming she cuddles up to my side.
>
> She starts as I move my arm, them realising that I'm just going to
> put it around her shoulders, she leans forwards and I slip it behind
> her so that my hand rests on her hip. She turns in my arm to rest
> her head on my shoulder and press one of her little boobs against my
> side. A few seconds later she loosens the tie on her bottoms and
> twists until my hand cups her bare bottom.
>
> She then lifts her own hand from the water and twirls my beard around
> her finger as she says. "I'm glad you're looking after us instead of
> Grandma and Grandpa."
>
> "Uh-huh," Rene agrees, "Me too. You're much more fun." She turns in
> my lap to rest her head on my other shoulder and I support her with
> my hand behind her knees.
>
> For the next hour or so, they chatter to me about school, until Rene
> lifts her hand from the water and holds it up before my face. "Look
> I've got witches hands." she says, waving the wrinkled extremity
> under my nose.
>
> "Well we better get out before Alison gets witches boobs." I joke,
> tweaking one gently, causing them both to giggle. "Besides," I
> continue, "it's time you started getting ready for bed."
>
> "Do I have to?" she objects as a matter of form.
>
> "You have to." I confirm, removing my hand from Alison's bottom and
> lifting it so I can check my watch. "It's nearly half past seven.
> By the time you've had your bath it'll be your bedtime."
>
> "I don't need a bath," she protests, "I'm clean."
>
> "You still have to wash the chlorine off." I say. "Come on let's
> go."
>
> I unwrap my arm from around Alison and climb from the spa with Rene
> on my hip. "You too." I say to Alison as I walk off with Rene.
> Alison reties her bottoms and climbs from the water, hurrying to
> catch up.
>
> I grab my robe and we go through to the bathroom as I say, "We'll
> just rinse off under the shower with our suits on. That way we can
> throw them in the drier so they'll be ready for tomorrow."
>
> In the bathroom, I lower Rene to the floor and turn on the shower
> adjusting the temperature to be suitable for her. We then squeeze
> into the cubicle together and quickly rinse off.
>
> When we're done I roughly towel them dry and say, "Brush your teeth
> and give me your bathers then go and get your nighties and a
> hairbrush. We'll dry off properly in front of the fire."
>
> With a wicked grin Alison, tugs at the bows holding her bathers on
> and hands me the skimpy scrap of cloth before fronting up to the
> basin and picking up her toothbrush. Rene's smile is not one whit
> less naughty than her sister's as she follows suit, slipping off her
> bathers and handing them to me. When they finish their teeth they
> scurry off to their rooms, pausing in the doorway to wiggle their
> bare white bottoms at me. While they are gone, I take the
> opportunity to remove my own bathers, towel myself dry and slip on my
> robe. Then figuring on a complete exchange of oral fauna later in
> the evening, I make use of Alison's toothbrush, before wringing out
> our bathers into the bath and throwing them into the drier on my way
> through the laundry. I then head on through the kitchen into the
> lounge.
>
> Both girls are waiting for me in the lounge, standing naked before
> the wall furnace. When they see me in my robe, their faces mirror
> their disappointment, but I'm not ready to be naked before Rene, as I
> don't want her carrying tales to her mother or CJ.
>
> I drop into the seat nearest the fire and pull Rene in to sit between
> my legs. Taking her towel from her, I rub as much of the moisture as
> I can from her hair. Alison hands me the brush and I carefully work
> the tangles from Rene's hair, then brush it out until it's bright and
> shiny and most of the moisture is gone.
>
> I then lift her down and help her into her nightie. Sending her off
> to watch TV for the few minutes that remain until her bedtime.
> Alison then slips in between my knees and wriggles backwards until
> her bum presses against my bare cock. "Oooh!" she squeaks in
> surprise and wriggles harder against it, causing it to begin to rise.
>
> Taking up the towel, I dry her hair and then drop it into my lap.
> Picking up the brush I go to work on her slightly longer tresses,
> carefully working the brush through them, until her hair shines
> brightly. When I lift her from the chair, she quickly turns to get a
> glimpse of my cock, but the towel in my lap conceals it and before
> she can get any ideas about snatching it away, I pull my robe
> straight and rise from the chair.
>
> By this time it is after eight o'clock, so I tell her, "You get your
> nightie on while I put Rene to bed."
>
> I stop 'Ponies' and lift Rene to my hip, carrying her through to the
> toilet. Again she leaves the door open and this time she tucks the
> hem of her nightie under her chin and sort of curls up, looking
> between her widespread legs as she concentrates on expelling the piss
> from her body. It takes her a few seconds to get it flowing, but
> when she does, it flows in a golden arch from the tiny cleft between
> her legs to fall hissing into the bowl.
>
> When she finishes, she grabs a wad of paper and dries off, before
> lifting her chin and letting her nightie fall. She hops to the
> floor, pushes the button and holds her arms for me to lift her. I
> carry her to her bedroom and supporting her against my shoulder, with
> one hand cupping her bare little bottom beneath her nightie, I pull
> back the covers. When I lower her to the bed, she wriggles
> downwards, her nightie rucking up to reveal her plump little pussy
> and outie belly button in the process. Unable to resist, I stoop and
> wrap my lips around it blowing a zoober and making her giggle and
> squirm delightfully. Daringly, I blow another zoober at the top of
> her tiny slit, before pulling her nightie straight and drawing the
> covers up under her chin.
>
> I read her a story from a book of Aboriginal legends about how three
> sisters were changed into rock to protect them a bunyip. But the
> witch doctor couldn't change them back because he'd lost his magic
> shinbone and that was how the rock formation called the Three Sisters
> came to be. By the time I'm finished, she is almost asleep, but when
> I turn back from putting the book away, she holds her arms out to me
> and has her lips pursed. I give her a hug and a kiss goodnight and
> tuck her in. I start to pull the door closed but leave it open when
> she asks me to.
>
> Chapter 4 - Alone with Alison.
>
> On my way back to the lounge, I retrieve one of the baggies given to
> me and a couple of cigarettes. I then collect the bong, scissors and
> a small bowl from the kitchen and walk through into the lounge, where
> I find Alison sitting in front of the television, watching Beverley
> Hills 90210.
>
> I make appropriate gagging noises as I take a seat on the couch and
> she turns to look at me. When she sees what I am holding, her eyes
> light up and I decide to have a little fun at her expense.
>
> I dry the cigarettes, quickly mull up and pack a cone, then make a
> real production of enjoying it. I look directly into her eyes as I
> pack the second cone. I wait for her to start moving towards me and
> quickly smoke it, enjoying the slightly crestfallen look in her eyes.
>
> Then, I pack the next pipe and place it on the coffee table, then
> wait to see what she will do. For a few minutes her attention wavers
> between the bong and the TV until she finally works up the courage to
> ask, "Can I have a pipe please?"
>
> "You!" I pretend to be shocked, "You're too young."
>
> "No I'm not," she protests, "Mum lets me."
>
> "I don't believe you." I scoff.
>
> "But she does. She says that I can smoke it, but I can only do it at
> home."
>
> "Why would she say something like that?" I ask.
>
> "Because she found some in my bag once." Alison explains, "She said
> I could smoke it, but only with her on the weekends and I was never
> to get it from anyone at school again. She said bad people sometimes
> put really bad stuff like heroin in the stuff they sell at schools so
> they can get them hooked and make them do whatever they want."
>
> "Ok," I say, "you can have one cone."
>
> "But Mum lets me have three." she objects mendaciously.
>
> I raise my eyebrow and slowly reach for the bong on the table.
>
> She hastily corrects herself, saying, "I mean two."
>
> "That's better." I say, leaning back into my seat.
>
> "It was worth a try." she grins, then gives me a direct stare, "Hey,
> you knew. Mum told you. How come you made me tell you why?"
>
> "Because I wouldn't have let you have any, if you couldn't give me a
> good reason why. No matter what your mum said." I explain.
>
> "Oh. why?"
>
> "Because I think you are too young. But your mum's right, the shit
> they hand out at schools is full of nasty things and some of them are
> a lot worse than heroin. Did you pay for what you got?"
>
> "No." She answers, moving around the coffee table and sitting down
> beside me. "That's why Mum said I should smoke hers. She took the
> stuff I had to the cops and they found heroin in it. She got really
> mad at the school because it was a teacher who was giving the stuff
> to kids. They had to get the cops in and everything. The teacher
> was doing it because he liked to fuck- oops." she covers her mouth.
>
> "It's ok. I've heard the word before, go on."
>
> "He used it to get little girls to fuck."
>
> "Does your dad know about it?"
>
> "Uh-uh." she shakes her head emphatically, "He was mad enough when
> he found out a teacher at school was handing out drugs. He would
> have killed him if he knew I was one of the kids he was giving them
> to. I know it was silly, but this girl I knew gave it to me and said
> it was ok. But really she was already hooked and the teacher made
> her to give it to me, because he wanted me too."
>
> "Ok, that explains why your mum would let you smoke grass, but why on
> earth did you take such a big risk with me after a scare like that?"
> I ask incredulously.
>
> "Promise you won't get mad."
>
> "Get mad," I'm confused, "why would I get mad?"
>
> "Promise." she repeats.
>
> "Ok, I promise." I say.
>
> "That's good." she says with a relieved sigh, "It's not me you'd get
> mad at. You see Jenny's a really good friend of mine." she says as
> if that explains it all.
>
> "So?"
>
> "Jenny Gormley." she says naming one of my young lovers and it
> clicks.
>
> "Oh! And she told you about me I suppose?"
>
> "Uh-huh." Alison nods. "But it's not really her fault. We were
> playing with our hairbrushes." Alison blushes. "You know down
> there." She points at her lap. "And just after she had a cum, she
> said a man felt even better.
>
> "She didn't want to tell me about you, but I kept on asking her until
> she told me. She made me promise not to tell anybody, because you
> weren't like that teacher. She said you always asked her before you
> did anything. And then I heard Daddy telling Mum about you last
> night and hoped you were the same person Jenny knew."
>
> "How did you know I was?" I ask.
>
> "Because she has a picture of you and she showed it to me." Alison
> replies, then asks, "Will you teach me like you taught her? I won't
> tell Mama or Daddy."
>
> "Are you sure?" I ask, "It's a big step."
>
> "Uh-huh," She replies emphatically, "Jenny says you make her feel
> really good and it won't even hurt the first time because I've
> already done it with a hairbrush."
>
> "Ok, I'll teach you." I say, "Now do you want this pipe or not?"
>
> "Goody!" she yelps. "Of course I want it. Give me the lighter."
>
> I hand her the lighter and she lifts the bong to her lips. It takes
> her three attempts to finish it, but she doesn't cough. Instead of
> blowing out the last lung full of smoke, she carefully sets the bong
> down, straddles my lap and pressing her lips to mine she forces the
> smoke into my lungs. Pulling back, she grins at me and says. "Mama
> and Daddy do that all the time."
>
> "I like it." I grin back at her, "Do you want me to do it to you?"
>
> "Does it count as my second pipe?" she asks.
>
> "Probably, but I won't tell if you don't." I grin, "But only one."
>
> With the flexibility of youth, she twists in my lap and packs the
> cone from the bowl on the table, then presents it and the lighter to
> me. I take it from her and smoke it. While I hold my breath, she
> takes the bong from me and puts it back on the table.
>
> Turning back to me, she tilts her head to one side and pulls my lips
> to hers. I push the smoke into her lungs, accidentally blowing the
> last of it into her face when she pulls back. Giggling, she says,
> "That feels really weird, but I like it."
>
> She starts to turn back to the table but I stop her, saying, "That's
> enough for now. How do you feel?"
>
> "Great." she replies, "Really, really happy."
>
> "Good." I say, "Can I have a kiss?"
>
> "We already did." she giggles.
>
> "I mean a proper one." I say, digging my fingers into her ribs.
>
> "No!" she shrieks, giggling and squirming in my lap.
>
> "What? No kiss?" I deliberately misunderstand her, so I can punish
> her with further assaults on her ribs.
>
> "Yes, no, don't!" she squeals, trying to pull my probing fingers
> from her ribs.
>
> I give her a few last digs and stop, grinning at her crimson face, as
> she gasps for breath. A moment later she gasps again and gently
> rolls her hips. I feel her bare pussy move against my equally bare
> cock, causing it to instantly spring to attention and press upwards
> between her labia and buttocks.
>
> Her look becomes one, composed of excitement, curiosity, arousal and
> a little fear. Experimentally she rocks back and forth and giggles,
> "Oh wow, your thingy feels funny."
>
> "My what?" I ask, being deliberately obtuse.
>
> "Your thingy. You know, down there." She blushes, pointing vaguely
> between her legs.
>
> "What?"
>
> "Your dickie." she blushes furiously, turning her head aside.
>
> "Are you sure you want to do this?" I ask, "That sounds like
> something Rene would say."
>
> Still red faced, she looks me in the eye and says defiantly, "Your
> cock then. How about penis, or dick." finishing with, "Rene says
> doodle anyway."
>
> "Or prick, or rod, or dong, or a lot of other things." I say,
> "They're just words. It's when and how you say them that matters."
>
> "Ok, your COCK feels real funny against my CUNT." she says and gets
> a case of the giggles.
>
> "Yeah," I say, "well, your CUNT is hurting my COCK, it's not supposed
> to point at my feet when it's like this."
>
> She seems to find this hilariously funny too, but her giggles stop
> abruptly, when I wrap my hands around her waist and slowly lift her
> upwards. As I lift her, my cock straightens, the head sliding down
> the crease of her buttocks. A scared look comes into her eyes as the
> tip lodges against the rear of her pussy lips, outside the entrance
> to her vagina.
>
> When I lift her high enough for the tip of my cock to slip free, she
> breathes a sigh of relief. After I lower her back down, so that her
> pussy lips press against the under side of the shaft, she giggles and
> says, "That was silly, I want you to do it, but I'm scared too."
>
> "That isn't silly at all." I reassure her, "It's perfectly
> understandable. It's probably one of the most important things that
> happens in your life and you don't want to muck it up. Right?"
>
> "Uh-huh," she says throwing her arms around my neck and hugging me
> tight, "you understand."
>
> I hug her back and flex my cock at the same time. She squeals as it
> moves under her, and wriggles her hips. "Oh wow," she whispers,
> "that feels even better, it's rubbing against my tingle bump."
>
> "Your what?" I ask.
>
> "My tingle bump." she repeats, "you know the bump at the top of my
> crack. I call it my tingle bump because it tingles when I rub it. I
> don't know what else it's called."
>
> "It's called a clitoris or clit for short." I say.
>
> "Oh! Well, it feels really good." she says, and starts rocking her
> hips and dragging her clit back and forth along the underside of my
> cock. Within a few seconds, the movements become smoother, as her
> vaginal secretions start to coat my rigid shaft.
>
> As things become more slippery, I pull her hips higher with each rock
> of her pelvis, until the crown of my cock rubs from her vaginal
> entrance to her stiff clit. I slide my hands up her sides and start
> rubbing my thumbs back and forth over her tiny tits through the soft
> knitted cotton of her nightie. Her face takes on a dreamy expression
> and her head rolls on her shoulders in time with the motions of her
> hips. Eyes closed, she moans almost inaudibly with pleasure. Under
> my thumbs her nipples become rock hard little knobs on top of the
> firm resilient domes of her budding breasts.
>
> Her breathing quickens, then catches, as I bring my forefingers up
> beside my thumbs and catch her nipples between them, gently pinching
> and rolling the hard little nubbins of flesh back and forth. Leaning
> forwards, I nuzzle the side of her neck, pressing my lips against her
> soft flawless skin. She shivers and groans at the contact and the
> movements of her hips become jerky and uncoordinated.
>
> Opening my mouth, I gently bite down on the soft roll of flesh where
> her neck joins her shoulder and pinch her nipples harder between
> thumb and forefinger.
>
> Abruptly her hips stop dead and I feel a sudden increase in warmth
> and dampness in my lap as she cums with a shuddering groan. A few
> moments later her entire body relaxes and I pull her close to me,
> gently stroking her back, running my hands from the crown of her head
> to the soft curve of her buttocks.
>
> "Mmmmm," Alison murmurs, snuggling into my chest and kissing it,
> "that's nice."
>
> "I press my lips to the top of her head and ask quietly, "Was that a
> good one?"
>
> "Uh-huh." She tilts her head up and kisses me softly, "The best I
> ever had." A sudden gleam enters her eye and she grins, "You know, I
> haven't even seen it yet, except inside your bathers."
>
> "Well that's easily fixed." I grin back. "Go ahead and look."
>
> She lifts her hands to my shoulders and pushes herself upright. She
> then takes hold of the hem of her nightie and pulls it up, securing
> it under her chin. "Oh wow," she cries, looking down, "it's huge.
> Will it really fit inside me?" She gives a little giggle, "I sure
> made it wet, didn't I."
>
> She starts to reach down to touch it and I can't resist saying, "You
> look with your eyes not your fingers."
>
> She snatches her hand back, and looks up at me, letting her nightie
> fall to bunch about her waist. She sees my grin and thumps my arm.
>
> "You can touch it." I laugh.
>
> She starts to pull her nightie up under her chin and then deciding
> that it will keep getting in the way, she pulls it off over her head
> and tosses it over the arm of the couch. She then tugs on the belt
> of my robe and lifts first her right knee and then her left, as she
> folds it back to either side, baring the front of my body.
>
> Her fingers lightly trail over my chest, tracing the lines of my
> collar bones and ribs. She plays with my nipples for a few moments,
> giggling as they harden under her touch. "Your boobs get hard too."
> she says wonderingly.
>
> "Yeah, my nipples get hard, just like yours." I say, "We've both got
> all of the same sort of things, they're just arranged differently.
> Your clit is a lot like the end of my cock and the rest is the same
> too, just turned inside out."
>
> "That makes sense I guess." she says as she trails her fingers
> lower. The glint in her eye warns me, but I have no time to react
> before her fingers dig into my sides. As I laugh, my legs shoot out
> straight and she begins to slip towards the floor, forcing her to
> stop and grab hold of my robe.
>
> "That's for tickling me." she declares.
>
> I pull my feet back to give her a more secure seat and she continues
> her exploration, giving me one last retaliatory poke, right in the
> belly button, before she brushes her hands over the head of my rigid
> prick. I make it jump at her touch and she jerks her hand back with
> a giggle. She pokes at it with a finger and I make it jump again.
> Again she giggles and draws back.
>
> "Go on, it won't bite." I encourage her.
>
> She slips backwards off my knees, pushes them apart and kneels on the
> floor between them. With her face only inches from my groin, she
> closes her hand over my glans and squeezes it. "It's not as hard as
> I thought." she says. "It's hot though."
>
> She then slides her hand down to wrap about the shaft. "Oh, that's
> harder." she giggles.
>
> I close my hand over hers and show her how to masturbate me. "Oooh,
> the skin moves." she cries in wonder, "Does that feel good?"
>
> "Uh-huh." I say, "But you'd better stop or I'm going to cum."
>
> "What's cum?" she asks.
>
> "Have an orgasm and feel really good like you did." I answer her.
>
> "Men squirt stuff out of the end, don't they?"
>
> "Yes, we squirt out a slippery white fluid called semen."
>
> "I thought it was called sperm." she says, "I want to see it."
>
> "Some times people call it sperm, but they're really the little cells
> in semen that join with a girls egg to make babies."
>
> "Girls don't have eggs." she objects.
>
> "Not like a chook." I laugh, "Human eggs are tiny, because they get
> fed by the mother while the baby grows inside her. Bird's eggs have
> to have enough food to last until the baby is ready to come out of
> the shell."
>
> "And there has to be enough room for the baby bird too." she says.
>
> "Of course, that too" I say.
>
> "So if you squirted your sperm, uh semen, in me I'd have a baby? I
> don't want a baby yet. Is Jenny going to have a baby?" she asks in
> a worried tone.
>
> "No," I laugh, "Jenny's not going to have a baby. It doesn't happen
> every time, besides she's too young to have a baby, she's not
> menstruating yet."
>
> "What's that?"
>
> "When a girl gets old enough, her body begins making eggs and her
> womb gets ready to feed it by growing a special lining. If an egg
> doesn't join with a sperm the body flushes it out with the old lining
> and she bleeds from her vagina. This happens every four weeks or so,
> until she's about fifty, unless there's a baby growing inside her.
>
> "Oh periods, Mum told me about them. I don't get them yet, but Mama
> says I will soon, because my boobs are growing."
>
> "Well you can't have a baby then." I tell her.
>
> "That's good, because I want to see what it's like to do it, uh
> fuck." she grins self consciously. "Can I see your stuff, uh semen,
> now?" She asks eagerly.
>
> "Yeah, you can see my stuff." I agree.
>
> She immediately begins rapidly stroking her small hand up and down my
> shaft, her enthusiasm causing me to wince in pain and grasp her
> wrist. "Slow down." I say, "Take it easy."
>
> "Sorry."
>
> "Here, you do it like this." I close my hand over hers again and
> show her the pace and length of stroke that I like. Taking her other
> hand I cup my balls with it and say, "Gently roll these around in
> their sack, that'll help me make more cum, but be very careful,
> because they're very sensitive. When I'm nearly cumming, they will
> lift up next to the bottom of my cock. When that happens you can
> speed up a little bit or you can stop and wait for them to get loose
> again. The longer it takes to cum, the better it feels and you'll
> get a bigger load of semen too."
>
> She gently rolls my balls around and asks wonderingly, "What are
> they?"
>
> "They're my testicles, or balls, on nuts." I explain, "They make my
> sperm."
>
> "You mean semen don't you?" she asks, thinking she's caught me out.
>
> "Uh-uh," I reply, "they only make the sperm, which gets mixed with
> some slippery goo inside my body and then it's called semen."
>
> "Oh!" she says as she puts my instructions into practice and goes to
> work on my tumescent penis, sliding her hand up and down my shaft and
> carefully fondling my balls. Every now and then she starts to pull
> on my balls as she looses her rhythm and she takes on a look of
> intense concentration, as if she was trying to rub her tummy and pat
> her head at the same time.
>
> In a short while she becomes more practiced and I continue my
> instructions. "Ok, the purple knob on the end is very sensitive too,
> especially the wrinkled bit here." I point out the area under my
> piss hole. "Get your fingers wet and slippery and rub it gently with
> them."
>
> "How do I make them slippery?" she asks.
>
> "You can use your spit or pussy juices." I tell her.
>
> Opting for pussy juices, she takes her hand off my balls and dips it
> down below the level of the couch, returning with glistening
> fingertips. Her other hand is still, as she transfers the moisture
> to the crown of my cock and goes back for more. Then realising that
> she has stopped moving her hand on my cock she resumes her stroking.
> At the same time she rubs the slippery tips of her fingers in circles
> on the tip of my cock, brushing her thumb back and forth over the
> fraenum.
>
> She looks up into my face as I groan, grinning a shit eating grin in
> response to my reassuring smile. "Am I doing it right?" she asks.
>
> "Just perfect." I reply softly, "Just perfect."
>
> The top of her head threatens to separate from the rest of her as her
> grin widens. Suddenly it disappears as she misses the beat and I
> wince as she pinches my foreskin between her thumbs. Returning her
> concentration to the job in hand, she decides that my balls have been
> neglected long enough and abandons my glans to give them some more
> attention.
>
> Less than a minute later I am groaning continuously and involuntarily
> thrusting my hips up from the couch, fucking her tight little fist.
> My balls are hot and heavy in the palm of her hand as she moves it in
> small circles gently massaging them. Somehow or other I manage to
> grunt, "Gonna cum." through the tidal wave of pleasure that crashes
> over my body.
>
> I Choke back a shriek that threatens to burst from my throat, as the
> first searing pulse of white hot semen boils from my balls and erupts
> in a creamy fountain from my angry purple knob. It rises a good
> eighteen inches and falls with a wet slap, coating Alison's small
> fist and my balls. Again my body spasms and another scalding geyser
> of seminal fluid splashes onto my belly.
>
> Again and again the powerful, undeniable, convulsions wrack my frame,
> forcing jet after jet of lava hot come through my throbbing shaft.
> Even after my aching balls run dry the spasms continue, slowly dying
> away.
>
> Finally I seize Alison's wrist to stop her hand, as its movements are
> now painful to my hyper-sensitised glans. As soon as I take hold of
> her, she looks up at me apologetically and says, "I'm sorry I didn't
> make it last longer, I really wanted to see what it was like."
> Adding earnestly, "I'll make it better next time."
>
> "Ach.." I swallow to moisten my parched throat. "Alison," I say,
> reaching down to gently brush the back of my hand against her soft
> cheek, "if you make it much better, I'll die a happy man."
>
> "Really?" she squeals, her face brightening, "I did it good?"
>
> "You 'did it' great."
>
> She beams at my praise, and leans into my knuckles. Like a cat, she
> rubs against the back of my hand, her eyes closed, the contented hum
> in her throat almost a purr. She reaches up to press her hand
> against mine and becomes aware of the cum that coats it. Opening her
> eyes she examines the pearly droplets that coat it.
>
> Looking up at me with a question in her eyes, she says, "Jenny says,
> she eats it. She says it tastes good."
>
> "Why don't you see for yourself?" I encourage her.
>
> Visibly steeling herself, she barely touches the tip of her tongue to
> a glistening droplet and withdraws it into her mouth. A moment later
> she tries again, this time collecting a fairly decent gob. Even
> before her tongue disappears between her lips, a delighted smile
> appears and her tongue darts back out to eagerly lap at her hand.
> When her hand is clean, she dips her head to the creamy strands that
> adorn my thighs and a moment later I feel her tongue on my balls. In
> her hunt for more of what she so obviously likes, she bypasses my
> cock to lap at the pearly rivulet that descends from my navel.
>
> She then sits back on her heels and I hear her muttering to herself,
> "Jenny says she does it, I can do it too." A moment later she takes
> my flaccid member between her fingertips and engulfs it in the hot
> wet cavern of her mouth. With a lingering slurp, she draws back, the
> tip of her tongue against the underside stripping a last dribble of
> semen from the shaft.
>
> "I did it." she squeals, half in wonder, "I really did it. And I'm
> gonna suck it ALL out next time."
>
> "You missed a bit." I grin, pointing at the gooey strands festooning
> my pubes.
>
> "No way!" her face screws up in disgust, "That's too gross."
>
> I have to smile at her values, sucking semen from my cock is fine,
> licking it out of the surrounding hair is not. She returns my smile
> crookedly, protesting, "Well it is."
>
> "I didn't say a word." I say my smile broadening.
>
> "You didn't have to." she returns.
>
> "Well if you aren't going to clean it up," I say, "will you pass me a
> towel, so I can?"
>
> "Ok," she chirps cheerfully and presents me with a charming view of
> her still boyish buttocks and the shining, puffy lips of her sweet
> pussy, as she crawls across the room. My cock twitches at the sight,
> but she has left me too drained to respond in the fashion that her
> delightful display deserves.
>
> When she rises and turns back to me, she coquettishly hides her
> charms behind the towel, holding it in front of her body as she
> smiles seductively at me over the upper edge. She comes to a halt
> just out of reach and treats me to brief tantalising glimpses of her
> glistening mons.
>
> I snatch at the towel, but she dances back grinning and resumes
> flashing her pussy at me. Then with a final flash of her creamy
> white buns, she darts past me into the kitchen. poking her head back
> through the door, she points at the coffee table, saying, "Bring
> that." and disappears.
>
> Chapter 5 - Hot Tub Fun.
>
> Smiling, I gather up the bong and bowl and follow her through the
> kitchen to the conservatory. She is already in the roiling water and
> her eyes follow my bobbing, dangling member as I approach. I set the
> bong down and shuck off my robe, dropping it on top of her discarded
> towel.
>
> I then step into the water and take a seat opposite her. She watches
> me through the rising steam and as soon as I pick up and pack the
> bong she scoots around to sit beside me. Watching as I light up and
> pull the sweet intoxicating smoke deep into my lungs. Holding the
> smoke in, I sit back and pack her last pipe for the evening. Finally
> my vision starts to go and I'm forced to breathe out.
>
> Alison watches fascinated, as my breath whooshes out, without a trace
> of smoke showing. "How did you do that?" she asks.
>
> "Do what?" I return, my head spinning.
>
> "Not blow any smoke." she says accusingly.
>
> "I didn't want to." I reply in the most aggravating tone I can
> conjure.
>
> "Well give me that." she cries snatching the bong from my hand. "I
> want to try."
>
> 'This should be interesting.' I think to myself grinning.
>
> "Light it for me," she orders, "my hands are wet."
>
> "Yes miss." I acquiesce subserviently, "Right away miss."
>
> Alison snorts into the bong, and mull puffs from the cone. "Don't do
> that!" she cries. "Now pack me another one."
>
> "Yes miss." I take the bong from her with downcast eyes.
>
> "Stop it." she giggles.
>
> "Stop what miss?" I ask as I pack the bong.
>
> "STOP CALLING ME MISS." she all but yells.
>
> "Of Course..." I say, "... mistress."
>
> "Stop it!" she giggles, punching me in the arm. "Now give me that."
>
> I hand her the bong, pick up the lighter and wait for her to take a
> few deep breaths as she gets her giggles under control. When she
> nods and puts her lips to the mouthpiece, I light it for her. Now it
> is my turn to be surprised. I watch her pull on the bong until the
> cone empties and air whistles down the stem.
>
> She lifts her head and stares into my eyes. As I look back she emits
> a couple of tiny snorts and tears start to form in the corners of her
> eyes, but, somehow or other, she keeps the smoke in her lungs. I
> take the bong from her and set it aside. Finally, she releases her
> breath explosively. Grinning tightly, she dashes the tears from her
> eyes and lowers her head into her hands.
>
> "Oh wow!" she moans, "My head's really spinning. I did it, but I
> don't know if I want to try again."
>
> "Well you're not going to get the chance tonight." I tell her,
> "You've had more than enough. Are you all right?"
>
> "Uh-huh." she nods, then groans, "Ooooh, that makes me dizzy."
>
> "Here." I say, and pull her into my lap, where she curls up and
> rests her head on my shoulder. I cup her bottom in my hand and
> gently run my fingertips along the length of her pouting pussy lips.
>
> "Mmm that's nice." she murmurs, snuggling closer.
>
> Under my light touch, I feel her vulva begin to swell, and her
> breathing quickens. I lay my finger along the length of the tight
> split between her labia and press inwards, they give way before me
> and clasp my finger in their sweet, slick, warm embrace.
>
> Alison moans softly, deep in her throat and pushes back against my
> hand, "Mmmm, yesss." she murmurs, kissing my chest, "Tickle my
> pussy. Make me feel good again."
>
> Happy to comply, I whisper, "Yes mistress." and feel, more than hear
> her soft giggle. I gently trace the lines of her inner labia within
> the pliable folds of her maturing pussy, brushing my fingertip over
> the pebbly hardness of her clit, nestled at the top of her precious
> little slit. Back along the length of her vulva I trace, carefully
> skirting the tight entrance to her vagina, I lightly tickle her
> perineum, causing her to wriggle.
>
> Back and forth along the sweet, slick length of her beautiful pussy,
> I drag my finger, while she makes happy little noises and squirms
> contentedly. Once, as my finger passes near her vagina, one of her
> wriggles causes the tip to slip inside and she stops dead. But as I
> carefully begin to extract it, she stops me and says, "No, it's all
> right, you can put your finger in me."
>
> "You sure?" I whisper into her hair.
>
> "Uh-huh," she nods, "I was just testing you before."
>
> "Really, why?" I ask.
>
> "I wanted to make sure you was as nice as Jenny said you was." she
> replies.
>
> "Oh!" I remain still as I digest this.
>
> "Well hurry up and stick it in." she interrupts my thoughts and
> wriggles against my hand. "Oooh!"
>
> "Oh, you like that?" I ask, moving my finger in small circles,
> teasing her with just the very tip.
>
> "Uh-huh." she nods.
>
> "Are you sure?" I tease her, changing the direction of the rotation.
>
> "Yess I'm sure." she hisses, "Now put it in properly."
>
> "Really, REALLY sure?" I tease and flick another finger across the
> tip of her clit.
>
> "YESSS!" she cries in frustration, then moans a long drawn out,
> "Noooo!" as I pull my finger completely free of her vagina. "Put it
> back." she pleads, almost whimpering, "Please, put it back. I
> really want it. I need it."
>
> I tease the soft skin of her perineum, from her tightly clenched anal
> pucker to the back of her heated, swollen labia for a few more
> seconds, enjoying her frustrated moans and wriggles as she tries to
> trap my questing digit. I catch her hand as she tries to grab my
> wrist and guide me into her. Then after a few more seconds of
> teasing to heighten her anticipation, I insinuate my fingertip
> between her enlarged labia and slowly slide it home, into a heated,
> glove like sheath that opens before me and clasps my intruding finger
> in an unbelievably tight embrace.
>
> "Yess!" She hisses, "Oh, yesss! That feels sooo good. Move it in
> and out. Fuck me with your finger."
>
> As I start sliding my finger in and out, she hisses again, and again,
> "Yess, Yesss, Oh, yess! Sssooo good."
>
> Releasing her trapped hand, I slide my other hand down over her
> gently undulating belly and insinuate it between her slim thighs,
> brushing the side of my forefinger across the tip of her distended
> clit. "Again!" she squeaks, "Do it again."
>
> She pulls her upper leg up to her chest, giving me plenty of room,
> between her legs. Turning my hand to cup her bulging mound I rub my
> palm in small circles over her engorged clitoris. drawing further
> squeaks and moans of excitement from her barely pubescent frame.
>
> A new idea strikes me and I completely withdraw my finger from her
> clasping sheath. "Noooo!" she moans, "Put it back. I want to cum
> so bad." Then, "Yes, Yess, Yesssss!" as I slide the index finger of
> my other hand into her young box.
>
> At the same time, I circle the crinkled pucker of her little
> arsehole. Back and forth, my hands shuttle between her legs,
> swapping fingers with each gentle thrust into her body, Alternately
> teasing her clit and her bum hole. "Oh Yess! God yesss!" she
> squeaks, "Faster, do it faster."
>
> I comply with her wishes and soon my hands are flying back and forth
> between her quivering thighs, until a particularly violent wriggle on
> her part causes me to push the finger of one hand into her vagina
> before the other is out of the way.
>
> She tenses at the added intrusion and I stop dead, with the middle
> finger of each hand half buried in her tight little twat, scared that
> I've hurt her. "No," she gasps, "don't stop! Push 'em right in."
>
> I try to do so, but the rest of my fingers become entangled in each
> other. I pull my finger out and she cries, "No, put them back. Oh!"
> she squeaks as I replace them with the first two fingers of my right
> hand, driving them home to the last knuckle as I caress her clit with
> the ball of my thumb.
>
> "Oh yess!" she squeals ecstatically, "fuck my pussy with your
> fingers. Fuck it, fuck it, fuck, fuck, fuck." she babbles
> obscenities in time with the thrusts of my fingers into her body.
> With the fingers of my left hand I begin circling her tightly
> clenched anal sphincter, teasing her as I plunge the fingers of my
> other hand in and out of her creaming cunt.
>
> "Eeeek!" she squeals shrilly. "What are you doing?" she asks as
> her anus relaxes under my orbiting finger and opens to accept the tip.
>
> "Relax," I sooth her, still teasing her clit, but keeping the rest of
> my fingers still, "you're going to love this."
>
> "But it's dirty." she objects.
>
> "Very nasty." I agree, "But it's going to drive you wild."
>
> "Does Jenny like it?" she asks.
>
> "She loves it." I say.
>
> "Well ok," she agrees timorously, "But you've got to stop if I tell
> you to."
>
> "Of course." I agree and gently work my fingers back and forth, not
> actually moving them, just encouraging the tightly clenched rings of
> muscle to relax.
>
> Her vagina is the first to ease up and she releases a drawn out sigh
> of satisfaction as my fingers slide home within its sweet, rubbery
> confines. Gradually, as I slowly work my fingers in and out of her
> tight vaginal sheath, I feel her arsehole relax and the first knuckle
> of my finger slips, with a rush, into the warm, buttery confines of
> her rectal passage.
>
> She squeals at the sudden intrusion and I stop as I ask, "Are you ok?
> Does it feel all right?"
>
> "It feels funny," she answers, "sort of like I need to poo, but it
> feels good too."
>
> It gets better" I tell her and continue.
>
> A few seconds later, she has taken my entire finger into the buttery
> depths of bowels and is rocking her hips back and forth, forcing
> herself harder onto my fingers as I plunge them alternately into her
> holes. "Yess, oh yesss, yes, yes!" she yelps excitedly, "Fuck my
> bum, fuck my cunt. Fuck me with your fingers. Fuck meee-eeee!" Her
> voice rises in pitch and she cries, "Oh, Oh God, it's, it's
> happening, I'm gonna cum. I'm, I'm, I'm, ... Ohhh, I'm
> cum...aieeeemrmff."
>
> Her voice mounts to a shrill scream that she muffles by turning her
> face into my chest, as I drive my finger into her tightly clenched
> rear passage and she cums. Her exquisitely tight little vagina and
> arsehole become even tighter, as they clamp down on my deeply buried
> fingers, clenching and relaxing rhythmically, again and again, as she
> shudders through the most intense experience of her young life.
>
> Slowly her tremors subside, reduced to occasional twitches and
> shivers. She draws a shuddering breath and her forehead bangs
> against my chest twice before she finds the strength to lift her head
> and look up into my eyes. Blinking away the tears of reaction, she
> licks her lips and whispers, "It never ever felt that good before,
> thankyou."
>
> "Your welcome." I whisper back, "Do you want it to feel even better?"
>
> Her eyes widen in surprise. "No way!" she cries, "It couldn't get
> any better than THAT! I'd die." A sudden smirk flashes onto her
> face, "But you're right, I'd die happy."
>
> "Well you don't quite die," I grin back, "but I have made Jenny pass
> out a few times. Wanna give it a go?"
>
> "Maybe." she grins up at me, "Can I do it to you?"
>
> "You can try," I say, "but it's a lot harder to do it to a man."
>
> "How come?"
>
> "I guess it's because a girl can have lot's of orgasms straight after
> each other." I explain, "Most men can only have one orgasm at a
> time. So to do it to a man, you have to make it really good."
>
> "Why do girl's get lots?"
>
> "Probably because a man doesn't have to carry something as big and
> heavy as a bowling ball around inside his belly for months and then
> squeeze it out through a hole this big." I hold up my circled thumb
> and forefinger by way of demonstration. She giggles at my
> explanation and I continue, "A girl gets more and better orgasms to
> make up for it."
>
> "So how do I make it really good for you?" she asks with a wicked
> gleam in her eye.
>
> "By nearly making me cum and stopping and then doing it again and
> again."
>
> "Uh- huh," she nods her understanding, "like you told me in the
> lounge."
>
> "Just like that" I agree.
>
> "Can I do it now?"
>
> "Not tonight honey." I say and her face falls. "It would take to
> long and you've got to go to bed pretty soon."
>
> "Do I have to." she protests, "Mum won't know."
>
> "But I will." I say, "I promised your mama you'd be in bed by nine
> thirty."
>
> "Ten." she automatically corrects me.
>
> "Ok. Ten." I say.
>
> "But I want to suck your cock like Jenny does and let you squirt in
> my mouth and I want you to fuck me too."
>
> "Well you'll have to make up your mind there." I say with a grin, "I
> can only cum once more before your bedtime. What's it going to be,
> fuck or suck?"
>
> "Both!" She giggles a little self consciously, "Uh, Jenny says you
> do something to her sometimes." her voice tapers off into silence.
>
> "Like what?" I ask, already knowing the answer, but enjoying her
> mental squirming.
>
> "Um, she says you lick her pussy." she says.
>
> "I think I can manage that." I grin, "Is there anything else you'd
> like?"
>
> "Yeah, you can get your finger out of my bum," she giggles, "I want
> to piddle."
>
> I pull my fingers free of her sweet pussy and tight little arsehole
> and help her from the water. Taking up the towel, I wrap it around
> her slim body and briskly rub her dry.
>
> Chapter 6 - 'Golden' Shower Time.
>
> "How do I turn off the spa?" I ask.
>
> Alison reaches down to the controls and kills the blower and says
> "We'll just cover it up and leave the heater on so it's ready for
> tomorrow."
>
> She then helps me spread an insulating cover over the water and we
> gather up Rene's clothes, my robe and the bong. She pouts when I put
> the bong and bowl away. I follow her through the laundry and into
> the toilet, dumping Rene's clothes along the way.
>
> Alison stands in front of the toilet and when I make no move to
> continue through to the bathroom, she asks, "Do you want to watch me
> piddle?"
>
> "If you'll let me." I reply.
>
> "That's rude?" she giggles and sits on the pot, spreading her legs
> wide.
>
> "Hang on." I say and kneel down on the tiled floor in front of her.
> I guide her into a slightly hunched position at the back of the seat,
> with her pelvis tilted upwards. Using my thumbs I pull apart her
> rubbery labia and stare into the sweet pink furrow thus revealed.
>
> "This is so naughty, but it's making my pussy feel all tingly inside
> too."
>
> "Just looking at your beautiful little pussy is making me tingly
> too." I say.
>
> She suddenly pulls her self upright and pushes my hands away from her
> pussy. "Get that mirror, I want to look too." she says, pointing
> around the corner into the bathroom.
>
> I get up and get the magnifying, makeup mirror, then kneel before her
> and helping her back into position. She holds the mirror on one of
> her thighs tilting it until she has a good view of her puffed up
> vulva, as I once again stretch her pussy lips apart.
>
> She only gives me a few seconds to contemplate her glistening pink
> bits before she starts pointing. "That's my clitoris, right? What
> do you call these?" she points at her inner lips."
>
> "Here," I say, taking away one hand and guiding her free hand into
> place, "You hold this side." Taking her pussy lip between thumb and
> forefinger she stretches it much further than I would have dared,
> pulling the other from beneath my thumb. Emulating her, I secure the
> other and stretch it the same way; until her vagina, a deep, wet
> cavern of mystery, opens up of its own accord.
>
> "Ok," I say pointing at her clit, insheathed within its hood. "This
> bit is actually the prepuce, or hood of your clitoris. Here inside
> it," I gently skin it back to reveal her iridescently shining, pink
> pearl, "is your clitoris. It's got more nerves in it, than the skin
> of your whole back. That's why it's so sensitive.
>
> "These here," I trace the taught lines of her outer labia "are your
> labia major, that means big lips, they're also called outer pussy
> lips. Now can you work out what these are?" I point to her inner
> lips.
>
> "Little lips?" she answers questioningly.
>
> "That's right, labia minor, that means little lips, or inner pussy
> lips. And of course you know what this is." I say, sliding a finger
> deep into her vagina.
>
> "My vagina." she giggles.
>
> "Right, or pussy hole, cunt hole or fuck hole. And this is your pee
> hole or urethra." I say, tickling the tiny slit below her clitoris.
>
> As soon as I do so, I know it is a mistake. She giggles at the
> feathery touch and I feel the tiny opening bulge under my fingertip,
> as a pale golden spurt of urine shoots out. Blocked by my finger it
> sprays sideways onto her legs and up onto her belly.
>
> "Oops, sorry." she giggles, getting it under control and choking off
> the flow.
>
> "'sa'right!" I reply in a gravely voice.
>
> "Greg?" her voice is so low as to be almost inaudible.
>
> "Yes?"
>
> "Will you do it again?" she asks in a small voice, "It felt good."
>
> Obviously Jenny had at least managed to keep our games a secret when
> she spilled the beans to Alison, so I ask, "How would you like to sit
> on me and piddle all over me?"
>
> Shocked, she lets another small spurt of pee go. Staring at me she
> asks, "Isn't that dirty?"
>
> "Not really, I've read that pee is clean enough to drink, even if it
> doesn't taste the best. But it is nasty isn't it? Wanna try?" I
> grin up at her.
>
> "Yeah!" she grins, "But we better do it in the shower so we don't
> make a mess. Now hurry up and help me, I'm bursting."
>
> I take the mirror and put it to one side, then lift her and carry her
> to the shower cubicle, where I sit half reclining in the base.
> Alison, already spraying pee, straddles me and stretching her pussy
> lips to the sides, she sits in my lap, with my rampant cock between
> them. Her piss is hot on my flesh, as it sprays in all directions,
> all over my belly and legs and up my chest almost to my chin.
>
> Alison throws her head back and closes her eyes, as she rocks her
> hips back and forth, grinding her pussy on my engorged member. Deep
> in her throat, she moans in ecstasy. I lift my hands to tweak her
> tumescent nipples and she places her hands over mine, crushing my
> fingertips closed on the stiff fleshy nubbins.
>
> All too soon, the steamy flow stops and she groans in disappointment.
> Shifting my hands to her hips I lift her glistening wet pussy to my
> mouth. Clamping my lips over her pussy I drag my tongue from one end
> of her slit to the other. She doesn't taste too bad, a little acrid
> and pretty salty, but nothing like the ammoniacal surprise my
> disgusting little brother once left in a cup on the table.
>
> With a muffled cry, she grabs hold of the soap dish and grinds her
> pussy against my face. With my hands, I push her back an inch or so,
> so that I can better service her sweet gash. Pointing my tongue, I
> probe between her fat labia, searching for the entrance to her
> vagina. When I find it, I drive my tongue inside and wriggle the
> tip, causing her to yelp with pleasure.
>
> Withdrawing my tongue, I pull her pussy lips apart and find her rock
> hard little clitoris. Each flick of my tongue over the fat little
> nubbin, wrings an animalistic growl of pleasure from her and she
> tries to force her oozing gash against my face. I suck the blood
> filled little shaft between my lips and reach around behind her.
> Then as I bite down with my lip cushioned teeth on her pulsating
> clit, I drive my thumb deep into her vagina.
>
> Her whole body goes rigid, and I hear her grunt solidly, as her cunt
> goes into spasms around my thumb. With a jerk that makes me fear for
> the soap dish, she thrusts her hips forward and grinds her adolescent
> pussy against my lips. Again and again her young body convulses, as
> I extend her orgasm with my flickering tongue on her swollen clit,
> until finally, unable to take any more she looses her grip on the
> soap dish and starts to slide down the wall.
>
> Keeping my thumb embedded in her contracting vagina, I carefully
> lower her back into my lap and cradle her head against my shoulder.
> Gradually her breathing slows and she moans, lifting her head to look
> up at me. "Oh, wow!" she groans, "That was so good. But how could
> you lick my pussy when it had piddle all over it?"
>
> "Like I said," I reply, "It's clean and it doesn't taste too bad when
> it's fresh. So you liked having your pussy licked."
>
> "God yes!" she exclaims, "You can lick my pussy any time." Her face
> takes on a meditative look and she asks, "Do you want to piddle on me
> now?"
>
> "Alison," I say, giving her a serious look, "are you saying that
> because you want me to, or just because you think you have to do it,
> because I let you do it to me?"
>
> "No." she replies, "I want you to do it, but I don't know if I want
> to taste it."
>
> "Well don't then." I reply, "What Jenny told you is true; If you
> don't want to do it, you don't have to. And if you do want to try or
> do something, just ask me. I might say no, but I won't get mad, or
> think any less of you for it. On the other hand, if I ever find out
> you did something you didn't want to, just because you thought it
> would please me or somebody else, then I'll never play these games
> with you again. ok?"
>
> "Uh-huh." she nods looking serious. "Now can you piddle on my boobs
> and pussy?"
>
> "Well there's a little problem there." I reply with a grin, "Men
> can't pee when they're hard."
>
> She scoots back, looks down at my rampant cock and giggles, "I'd call
> that a big problem. I still don't know how it's going to fit in me."
>
> "Well it's not really THAT big, they come in all sizes and some can
> be twice as big. And think about it for a moment, if a baby can come
> out of that hole, there shouldn't be any problems getting my baby
> maker into it."
>
> "I guess you're right." she giggles. "And do they really get that
> big?" she asks, her eyes widening with incredulity.
>
> "Yup, that big." I grin at her, "Big enough to tickle your tonsils,
> I'm just an average sort of bloke."
>
> "Well you're still too big for what I want now." she pouts, "How do
> I make it small?"
>
> "Well you could pump the cream out." I respond, knowing what her
> reaction to that will be.
>
> Sure enough, she objects strenuously, "No, you've got to fuck me
> tonight. Is there any other way?"
>
> "Well there's always the cold shower." I reply.
>
> Before I have a chance to stop her, she pulls herself free of my
> impaling thumb and turns the cold tap on full, causing us both to
> gasp. Immediately, my erection wilts like a chocolate Easter bunny
> in a blast furnace and I struggle to my feet. I shut off the icy
> water and glare down at her, "Actually I was just going to use a wet
> cloth, that was a bit much."
>
> "You did say a cold shower," she says through chattering teeth. She
> looks down at my shrivelled member and giggles, "Anyway, it worked
> and you can piddle on me now."
>
> "Let's warm up a bit first." I say. Turning the shower head to the
> wall, I adjust the temperature to as hot as I think she can stand and
> turn the spray back on us. Alison gasps at the heat, but turns her
> face up into the falling water.
>
> Once we stop shivering, she reaches for the taps and turns off the
> water. Taking a firm hold on my somewhat recovered member, she says,
> "Ok, you can give me another sort of shower now."
>
> With a conscious effort of will, I relax my bladder and send out a
> strong spurt of hot piss, which hits her in the belly. She jumps and
> squeaks at the impact, but recovers quickly and aims my stream at her
> chest, moving it from side to side coating both of her tiny breasts
> with my pee. She then trails the flow down over her belly, and aims
> it at the juncture of her thighs, spreading her pussy lips apart, to
> direct it against her still hard clit.
>
> She moans at the impact and my cock begins to harden in response.
> Then in a surprising move, she drops to her knees and aims the golden
> stream at her face. With one hand she furiously masturbates her
> clit, the other holding my cock steady, as she turns her face back
> and forth in the hot outpourings of my bladder.
>
> With amazing rapidity. my cock continues to harden and she has to
> fight it down, to keep it aimed at her beautiful elfin face. It is
> with some difficulty, that I force the last of my pee out, releasing
> it in short sharp bursts.
>
> Keeping her eyes closed, she releases my cock to slap wetly against
> my belly and lowers her hand to join the other between her legs. Her
> left hand furiously rubs and pinches her swollen, bruised looking
> clit, while the other delves deeper and she drives three fingers as
> far as she can force them into her box. Leaning back against the
> wall, she rapidly plunges them in and out, driving herself towards
> another massive climax, her head banging unnoticed, against the tiles.
>
> I drop to my knees in front of her, slipping a hand behind her head
> to cushion it, as I take hold of her left nipple with the other.
> Leaning forward I take her starboard teat between my teeth and start
> to gently chew on it. I taste my own, stronger flavoured urine, on
> her skin, but caught up in pleasuring her, I ignore it and
> concentrate on flicking my tongue back and forth across the stiff,
> rubbery nubbin of flesh caught between my teeth.
>
> In only a matter of seconds, she grunts, and her juvenile frame bucks
> beneath me, as she cums. Thrusting her chest out and mashing the
> small hillock of her breast against my bared teeth. Her orgasm is
> short and sharp, subsiding as quickly as it rose and a few seconds
> later, her chest heaving she pulls away from me.
>
> I sit back on my heels and look down into her glistening face, as she
> gets her breathing under control. Taking hold of her wrist, I pull
> her fingers from her ravaged twat and lift them to my lips. Feeding
> her fingers into my mouth, I wash the bitter taste of my piss away
> with the succulent juices of her spend.
>
> A moment later, I hear her ask, "Uh Greg, could you turn the shower
> back on so I can wash my face and open my eyes?"
>
> I slip my arm beneath hers and help her to stand on trembling legs,
> then adjust the water to a comforting warmth. She turns her face up
> into the falling water and leans into me as she luxuriates in the
> soothing spray. A minute later, she turns the water off and keeping
> her arm around my waist, she pulls me from the shower.
>
> We roughly towel ourselves dry and make a dash for the lounge, where
> we take our time, to properly dry each other in front of the wall
> furnace. I then take a couple of cushions from the couch and pull
> Alison down to sit between my legs in the warm blast of air coming
> from the grill, as I attend to her hair for the second time that
> night.
>
> When I'm done, she takes the brush from me and stands behind me while
> she does mine. She then starts to sit in front of me, but changes
> her mind. With a very definite, "Don't move." she skips from the
> room and returns a moment later, holding something behind her back.
>
> She drops gracefully into a half lotus before me, giving me a clear
> view of her pretty, young pussy. I notice that even in this
> widespread position the shell like halves of her vulva remain mostly
> closed, though at the top, the hood of her clitoris is clearly
> visible and at the bottom I can see a black slit within a slit, that
> indicates the position of her vaginal entrance.
>
> She only gives me a few seconds to contemplate the delightful vista
> before her hands and the hairbrush block my view, as she goes to work
> on my beard. Once she is satisfied that it is tangle free, she
> divides it down the middle and then divides the right half into
> three. With nimble fingers she quickly plaits it and says, "Close
> your eyes and don't open them until I tell you to."
>
> I close my eyes and feel her fasten the end. "Keep them closed."
> she admonishes me, as she goes to work on the other side. Half a
> minute later she finishes the left and says, "Ok, you can open them
> now."
>
> I open my eyes and I'm presented with my horrendously magnified
> visage in the makeup mirror and then I catch sight of what she has
> used to fasten the ends of the plaits. Two bright pink bows of inch
> wide ribbon adorn the tips of my tightly plaited forked beard.
>
> Cocking my head to one side like a bird, I say, "I think I can live
> with the plaits, but those ribbons have to go."
>
> "I don't know," she says grinning, "I think they're kinda cute."
>
> "Yeah 'ugly but fascinating'." I return, reaching up to tug them
> free.
>
> "No!" Alison restrains my hand, "It's just a joke, here." she takes
> hold of one plait and tugs the ribbon off, replacing it with an
> elastic band, she then does the other and holds the mirror up again.
>
> "You know, I think I like it." I say, turning my head, this way and
> that, to get a better look. "Now all I need to do is grow my hair
> long here" I indicate my temples. "and I'll look like a real
> barbarian.
>
> "And do you know what barbarians do?" I ask with a leer.
>
> "No." she replies with a grin, that tells me she can make a good
> guess.
>
> "They capture beautiful, young virgins and subject them to a fate
> worse than death." I growl and suiting my actions to my words, I
> pluck the mirror from her hands and setting it aside I take hold of
> her and throw her over my shoulder.
>
> Chapter 7 - What's She Been Up To?
>
> Falling into the part, she feebly beats at my back and quietly
> shrieks, "Oh no, not that. Spare me, please spare me."
>
> "Never." I say, gently swatting her on the backside, "I've captured
> you and now I'm going to have my wicked way with you. The only
> question is; Where do you want it, here, your room or your mother's."
>
> "My room." she declares and returns to beating my back with blows
> that might just concuss a gnat, while uttering shrieks that would be
> inaudible from across the room.
>
> I rise to my feet and start to carry her from the room. "Oops," I
> say setting her down, "we'd better take these with us or Rene's going
> to wonder what's going on." I throw her nightie at her, while
> picking up and slipping on my robe. I put the cushions back on the
> couch, while Alison, takes care of the TV and Video. She then comes
> to stand before me, obviously waiting for me to put her back over my
> shoulder.
>
> Taking a good grip on her hips, I do so and she goes back to her
> thumping and squealing as I begin to detail the depraved and
> degenerate actions I intend to perform on her poor, defenceless body.
>
> "First, I'm going to strip this flimsy rag from your, trembling
> terrified body and then I'm going to rub my great, filthy hands all
> over your sweet, innocent, little body like this." I demonstrate by
> trailing my hand up her legs, under the hem of her nightie, to gently
> squeeze and maul her delightfully firm buttocks.
>
> "And then, I'm going to force my nasty fingers up inside your little
> girl's cunt like this." Again I suit actions to words and push my
> middle finger into the steaming, sopping wet, velvety passage, that
> lies between her quivering thighs. As soon as my finger slides home,
> she goes limp and a tremulous sigh escapes her lips. A moment later
> she gains purchase by wrapping her arms around my chest and humps her
> hips up and down, fucking herself on my intruding digit.
>
> "Come on." I say, withdrawing my finger from the tight, warm embrace
> of her youthful pussy. "We'd better get to your room, before I drop
> you here on the floor and fuck you right outside Rene's bedroom."
>
> I shush her as she giggles and look in on Rene. Somehow or other,
> she has gotten herself entangled in the bed clothes. Her nightie is
> rucked up under her armpits, exposing the bottom of her ribs and cute
> little belly. The sheet and doona are wrapped around her legs and
> lower body.
>
> Setting Alison down on the floor, I carefully disentangle the bed
> clothes and fold them down to the foot of the bed. Rene doesn't even
> stir as I pull her nightie down. I wave Alison around to the other
> side of the bed, so she can help me with the bedclothes, but instead
> of taking hold of the sheet, she flips the hem of her little sister's
> nightie up and with a muffled giggle, pulls her leg to one side.
> Though the light from the hall is dim, the shadows sharply delineate
> the lines of her sweet young pussy and I imagine that I can see just
> a hint of moisture in the deepest shadows.
>
> "I dare you to kiss it." Alison whispers from across the bed and I
> look up to see the light gleam from her teeth as she grins at me.
>
> Grinning back at her, I carefully put my hands on either side of
> Rene's tiny frame and lower my lips to her pouting pussy. As I get
> closer, I inhale and I detect more than a hint of an unmistakable
> odour and I think to myself, 'well she obviously liked the way I
> fixed her bathers, I wonder if she made herself cum.'
>
> Drinking of the heady, intoxicating aroma of her arousal, I gently
> press my lips to the smooth, hairless skin of her five year old
> vulva. Then unable to resist, I dip my tongue between her legs and
> taste of her sweet ambrosial nectar, dragging the rough tip of my
> tongue, the full length of the fine crack separating the perfect,
> hairless halves of her pre-teen pussy.
>
> It is with an extreme effort of will, that I stop myself from falling
> upon her succulent little pudenda and devouring her whole. Instead I
> reluctantly drag myself away and cover the source of my temptation.
>
> I look up at Alison and meet her open mouthed stare with a grin,
> waving for her to take hold of the sheet. Fumbling, she does so and
> we draw it up under Rene's chin and carefully tuck her in. She then
> helps me with the doona and lightly brushes her lips across her
> little sister's cheek, then motions for me to do the same.
>
> As I do so, I feel her twitch as one of my braids tickles her under
> the nose and I hastily pull back, watching as she frees a hand and
> scrubs it back and forth across her upper lip. With a little mumble,
> she rolls over onto her side and burrows her nose under the edge of
> the doona.
>
> Silently, I walk around the end of the bed, hold out my hand to
> Alison. Instead of taking it she wraps her arm around my waist and
> snuggles into my side, pulling my hand down to cup her right breast
> through the soft cotton of her nightie.
>
> She remains silent until we reach her room, but as soon as the door
> is closed she turns until the tip of my cock rests between her
> budding breasts and looks up at me. In a mock accusing tone, she
> says, "I said, kiss it not lick it."
>
> "But she smelled so good," I reply apologetically.
>
> "So, what did she taste like, better than me?" her expression tells
> me what answer I'd better give to that question.
>
> However some little demon prompts me to say, "Yep." I wait for her
> expression to darken, before grinning and adding, "But, I haven't
> tasted you without pee sauce, so who can tell."
>
> "Oooh, you, you, you bugger!" she says and thumps my chest.
>
> "Seriously though," I say, "there are no betters or worse, everybody
> is just as good as everybody else, just different. Of course that
> doesn't count if you haven't washed for a week. In that case I'll
> tell you, you stink and taste like shit."
>
> She giggles at the last, and I grin back at her, "Want to hear
> something funny?" I ask.
>
> "What?"
>
> "I know how your baby sister got all tangled up like that." I say
> and wait.
>
> Alison tries to outwait me, but her curiosity gets the better of her
> and she asks "How?"
>
> "I think, your little sister has found out that her pussy is good for
> more than peeing with and she fingered herself to sleep."
>
> "Your kidding," Alison giggles, "Rene?"
>
> "Uh-huh," I nod, "she certainly smelled like it."
>
> "And of course you just HAD to taste her, just to make sure."
>
> "Of course." I reply with an air of injured innocence.
>
> "I think you're just a dirty old man, who likes to do naughty things
> to little girls." she accuses, "But that's all right, I'm a little
> girl and I want you to do naughty things to me right now."
>
> "Come on." she starts pushing me towards the foot of the bed. I
> feel the edge against the back of my legs and with a shove she
> topples me onto it. She immediately starts tugging at the belt of my
> robe and as soon as the knot gives way, she folds it back to expose
> my rampant member.
>
> With a squeal of delight, she grabs hold, gives it a few quick pumps
> and then takes hold of the hem of her nightie.
>
> Smiling, I sit up and place my hands over hers, saying, "No, let me
> unwrap you."
>
> She smiles shyly back at me, and lets her nightie fall. I reach for
> the hem and then an idea strikes me. She looks at me questioningly,
> as I rise from the bed and go over to her dresser. It is identical
> to Rene's and taking a chance, I tug open the top drawer. Yep, there
> are her knickers, a mixture of older cotton varieties and newer more
> grown up ones. In a couple of cases, very grown up. For the
> occasion, I choose a full, high waisted, pair of plain, white, cotton
> underpants.
>
> Alison looks at them askance for a few moments, when I hand them to
> her, but their symbolism dawns on her and she motions for me to turn
> around while she puts them on. She then tugs my robe closed and
> reties the belt. Pushing me back onto the bed, she stands before me,
> a picture of virginal innocence.
>
> Chapter 8 - A Fate Worse than Death.
>
> As I grasp the hem of her nightie, a look of apprehension flickers
> across her face, as she realises that the moment of truth is almost
> upon her. "Are you sure you want to do this?" I ask quietly.
>
> "Uh-huh." she nods, "I'm just a little scared."
>
> "It's ok to be scared." I tell her and immediately the fearful look
> fades, though she continues to chew nervously on her lower lip. I
> lower my eyes to the hem of her nightie and start to slowly gather
> the material in my hands, inching it higher and higher.
>
> With six inches of cloth in my hands I pause to look up at Alison's
> face, where anticipation has started to crowd out her nerves.
> Letting my gaze fall once more, I resume gathering up her hem,
> raising it until her knickers come into view.
>
> She has arranged them perfectly. Although they are a little on the
> small side, she has settled them low on her hips, so that the crotch
> is slightly baggy between her legs giving no hint, as to the shape of
> her pudenda. My heart thumps in my chest and my hands tremble, as I
> continue to lift the soft fabric of her nightie higher.
>
> Again I pause, just below the level of her breasts and when I raise
> my eyes to hers, I'm met by her sweet, still slightly nervous smile.
> She raises her hands above her head and I raise the nightie up to the
> level of her chin. Her tiny breasts have become even smaller,
> flattened when her skin is pulled tight by her upraised arms.
>
> I stand to pull her nightie right off and toss it aside, before
> sitting back down on the bed and drinking in the sight of her perfect
> pre-teen body. She stands, a trifle self-consciously, before me, her
> hands folded protectively in front of her groin.
>
> "Perfect, just perfect." I whisper and she rewards me with a
> brilliant smile, dropping her hands to her sides. I hold out my arms
> to her and she climbs onto the bed, straddling my hips.
>
> I gently enfold her in my arms, drawing her against my chest and
> pulling her head down to my shoulder. Her arms slip around me and
> she hugs me convulsively, sending a thrill of pure love through me.
> I gently caress her back from the nape of her neck to the elastic
> waistband of her snow white knickers.
>
> Slowly her arms relax and she lifts her head to gaze lovingly into my
> eyes. Lifting my hand to the back of her head, I gently, pull her
> forehead down to my lips, planting a soft kiss just below her fringe.
> She then does the same for me. Taking turns we exchange sweet soft
> kisses in this fashion, eyelids, cheeks, nose and chin.
>
> Finally, lip meets lip, at first gently, almost chastely, but it
> quickly becomes more, as moaning, she parts her lips and increases
> the pressure of her hand on the back of my head. Experimentally, I
> probe between her soft, sweet lips with the tip of my tongue and she
> meets it with her own. Teasingly, she flicks the tip of my tongue
> with hers and pulls back, inviting me deeper.
>
> I follow and again, her tongue greets mine, following it as I explore
> the warm, minty cavity of her mouth. She briefly twines her tongue
> around mine, before gently crowding it out of her mouth and I feel
> her tongue agilely exploring the interior of my mouth.
>
> Suddenly, I feel her lips tighten and she pulls back grinning. "I
> just realised," she says, giggling, "that's the first time we kissed
> properly."
>
> "I guess that is pretty funny." I smile back at her.
>
> "Yeah," she giggles, "I've jerked you off, and sort of sucked your
> cock and you've fingered me and licked my pussy and we've piddled all
> over each other, but this is the first time we've really kissed
> properly."
>
> "Well, do you like it?" I ask.
>
> "Uh-huh," she replies, "but I want to feel what it's like to fuck
> now."
>
> "Not so fast," I say, grinning, "you only get one first time, I want
> this to be really special for you. Now close your eyes and enjoy."
>
> Taking her beautiful elfin face between my hands I press my lips to
> her forehead then gently to each of her eyelids. She squeaks in
> surprise as I flick the tip of my tongue over her eyelid and her eyes
> snap open. "Keep them closed." I gently admonish her as I kiss them
> closed again.
>
> Her cute little retrousse nose is next and she giggles as I
> completely cover it with my lips and gently nip at the tip. "Shhh."
> I trail kisses and tiny little licks over her cheek and lick and
> nibble around her earlobe while she squirms beneath my ministrations.
> I follow the line of her jaw, working my way around to her other ear
> with a rapid series of nibbling kisses. Again she squirms as I take
> her earlobe between my teeth and tug gently. I work my way across
> her cheek to her slightly parted, moist lips.
>
> She moans in disappointment as I just flick my tongue across her lips
> and abandon them to gently bite her chin. Next I kiss and nibble her
> throat causing her to throw her head back. Opening my mouth as wide
> as I can I take her throat in my teeth and feel her entire body
> shiver convulsively.
>
> Moving my lips to her right shoulder I kiss, and bite along her
> collar bone. I then press my tongue into the hollow at the base of
> her throat, before moving on to her left shoulder. As my lips move
> down her chest she arches her back to present her small boobs up for
> my attention.
>
> Cradling her in my arms like a baby, I turn and carefully lower her
> to the bed. Kneeling beside her, I suck her entire right breast into
> my mouth, enjoying the feel of her rubbery nipple everting itself
> under my tongue. Leaving a wet trail across the center of her chest
> I move on to her left breast, teasing the nipple erect with a series
> of rapid flicks of my tongue. I then take it between my teeth and
> bite down gently. With a quiet moan, she arches her back and presses
> the surrounding flesh to my lips, then moans again as I release it.
>
> I feel her tense as I trace a direct line from the hollow at the base
> of her throat on an arrow straight journey towards her navel. At the
> last moment I veer aside and she relaxes with a sigh. A moment
> later, she folds up like a jackknife around my head and emits a
> muffled shriek, as I plunge my tongue into the sensitive pucker
> positioned in the center of her belly.
>
> From her navel I move to her right hip and trace a line of wet kisses
> along the line of the waistband of her knickers. I then do the same
> along the legbands, holding her legs together, when she would part
> them to give me access to the cloth encased center of her being.
>
> I leave another trail of nibbling kisses down her legs to her feet,
> where pulling them together I suck both her big toes into my mouth at
> once, then concentrating on one foot I take all of the toes into my
> mouth and lick along the undersides. I then suck on the toes of the
> other foot before turning her over on to her face.
>
> I firmly grasp her ankle and give a broad flat lick to the sole of
> her foot causing her to squeal into the pillow and try to jerk it
> from my grip. The other foot receives the same treatment with a
> similar response.
>
> Back and forth from one leg to the other, I trail licks and kisses up
> her calves to the sensitive backs of her knees. I lick and she
> squirms and squeaks yet again. Onwards and upwards I lick and nibble
> up the backs of her thighs centring my attention on the more
> sensitive inner surfaces.
>
> By the time I reach her cotton encased bottom, she is bucking her
> hips, forcing her mons into the mattress as a heavenly aroma rises
> from between her slim legs. I trace the line of her knickers, then
> briefly press my lips to each of the twin globes of her taught
> buttocks. She lifts her hips for me as I take hold of the waistband
> of her knickers, then lowers them again with a groan, as I release
> them with just the top of the crease at the base of her spine showing.
>
> Lowering my lips into the thus revealed valley, I work my way up her
> spine, pressing my lips to each hard, knobbly vertebra until I reach
> the base of her skull. Taking the back of her neck between my teeth,
> causes her to shiver in reaction, her face coming clear of the
> pillow, as she arches her head back, moaning deep in her throat.
>
> I loosen the belt of my robe and sit back for just long enough to
> shrug it from my shoulders and let it fall to the bed. Then before
> she can move, I nuzzle into the side of her neck as I spread it
> beside her. As I roll her on top of it, I find her lips with mine
> and part them with my tongue. Hungrily, she all but inhales my
> tongue, sucking on it like it was a small and prehensile cock. Just
> as hungrily, I explore every square millimetre that I can reach
> within her mouth before pulling back and slipping my thumbs into the
> waistband of her knickers.
>
> As soon as she feels my hands on her hips, her eyes fly open and she
> looks down. Noticing my nakedness, she lifts her eyes to meet mine
> and mouths the single word, "Now?"
>
> "Now." I confirm, and she lifts her hips for me. Slowly I tug her
> knickers lower and lower, first exposing the top of her pubic mound
> and a few seconds later the start of the crease between her labia.
> Millimetre by millimetre I unveil her sweet, hairless pussy; until,
> in all its glory, it is revealed to me.
>
> Immediately the fabric clears her bottom, she lowers it back to the
> bed and parts her legs slightly. As I tug her knickers lower, the
> fabric of the gusset stick to the lips of her pussy and when it does
> pull free, long gooey strands of her lubricants join her labia to the
> fabric. One by one they break, the last persisting until her
> knickers reach mid thigh. Like a baby she lifts her feet clear of
> the bed and in a single swift motion, I divest Alison of the last of
> her clothing.
>
> Raising the saturated fabric to my face, I inhale deeply, drawing the
> intoxicating aroma of her arousal deep into my lungs. Extending my
> tongue, I taste of her sweet juices, before setting the drenched
> bundle of cloth aside, on the night stand.
>
> For a few moments longer, I gaze into her eyes, deeply moved by the
> look of complete and utter trust that I find there. No longer
> afraid, she is ready for that single, unique act, which signals the
> beginning of the end of her girlhood.
>
> Slowly, but without hesitation, she lifts and separates her knees,
> giving me complete access to the most intimate part of her body.
> With infinite care, I move sideways to kneel between her feet.
> Craning her neck, she strains to see down between her legs to where
> my rigidly upstanding cock, rises from its nest of wiry dark hair.
>
> I gently push her head back to the pillows and Starting at the top of
> her head, I allow my gaze to fall on her, as I drink in every
> exquisite detail of her body. Her long silky hair forms a golden
> corona that frames her narrow lightly tanned face. Her eyes are a
> clear sky blue, bordered by long almost invisible lashes. In the
> center of her face, between slightly reddened cheeks lies her small,
> slightly retrousse nose, above barely parted, cupid's lips.
>
> I lower my gaze past her strong, slightly defiant chin and long,
> slender neck to the tiny, perfectly hemispherical mounds of her
> nascent breasts, crowned by tiny pea sized nipples. Just enough fat
> covers her torso to conceal the lines of her ribs. In the center of
> her flat belly, my eyes find the perfect round dimple of her navel.
>
> Lower still, I reach the swell of her young pubis, the white,
> untanned flesh of which, remains unsullied by all but the finest of
> peach fuzz. Divided into perfectly symmetrical halves by the finest
> of cracks, it frames the stiffly upstanding nubbin of her iridescent
> little clitoris.
>
> From it, my gaze traces the deep pink lines of her swollen inner
> labia to the narrow black slit of her vagina.
>
> Her slim hips are just beginning to round and fill out into the lines
> of her emerging womanhood. Swifter now, I sweep my gaze over the
> slim well-toned lines of her firm thighs; past knees slightly scarred
> by rough and tumble childhood activities, to firm, rounded calves;
> slim ankles and small dainty feet.
>
> Her eyes widen a little as I lean forwards to loom over her and the
> tip of my prick brushes against the burning flesh of her swollen
> vulva. I gently pull one of the pillows from beneath her head, then
> folding it double, I push it beneath the other, easing the strain on
> her neck. I then gently push one of her legs back towards her chest
> and guide her hand to hold it behind the knee. Getting the idea, she
> lifts the other leg of her own volition and takes hold of it too.
>
> As she gazes down to where my cock hangs above her shining, puffed up
> little pussy, I replace her hand on her right leg with my own,
> whispering, "I'll hold this leg, that hand has another job to do."
>
> For a moment she looks at mee quizzically and then her mouth forms a
> little 'O' of comprehension as she realises that the moment is upon
> her, and that even now, I am giving her control of the situation.
>
> She reaches down and around her backside and fumbling a little, wraps
> her small fingers around my shaft. Then taking a deep breath, she
> watches, with eyes as big as saucers, while she angles my rock hard
> prick down towards her waiting pussy. Following her lead, I lower my
> hips slightly until the bulbous tip of my cock kisses the slick, hot
> ring of flesh at the entrance to her virgin pussy.
>
> When she pushes her hips upwards and tries to force the fat crown of
> my prick into her body I suggest, "Move it around a little and get
> everything nice and wet first."
>
> Intently gazing at where the tip of my cock meets her labia, she
> begins dragging the head of my penis back and forth in the oily
> groove between her legs, gasping as it passes over her hypersensitive
> clit. I groan at the sheer, unadulterated pleasure as I feel the hot
> rubbery flesh of her swollen labia open up around the tip of my cock
> and coat it with her sweet slippery fluids.
>
> I gently start to rock my hip, pushing as she brings the head of my
> cock up to circle the rigid little shaft of her clitoris and again as
> it passes over the center of heat and wetness that marks the entrance
> to her vagina. With each pass over her vagina, I press a little
> harder, until suddenly her labia opens up around me and the top half
> of my swollen glans lodges in the tight ring of muscles at the
> entrance to her vaginal sheath.
>
> My groan of pleasure mingles with her moaning gasp and she stares,
> wide eyed, at the point where our bodies have become one. Pressing
> inwards experimentally I feel her open up around me until the tight
> ring of muscle closes, with a snapping sensation, behind the flaring
> crown of my rigid member.
>
> Already, with barely the tip of my cock within the sweet tight
> confines of her pre-teen pussy, I am close to cumming and I hold
> myself rigidly still as I wait for the churning of my balls to
> subside. A few seconds later, Alison lifts her hips and she moans
> deep in her throat as another inch of my cock slides into the tight,
> warm embrace of her juvenile pussy.
>
> Carefully, I pull back half of that inch and then push downwards
> slowly, until her hand is caught between her swollen labia and my
> pubis and nearly half of my cock is buried in the warm, wet confines
> of her body. The slow, piston like plunge of my manhood into her
> body, seemingly forcing a moan of delight from her slightly parted
> lips.
>
> As I begin to pull back, Alison takes her hand from my shaft and
> takes hold of her leg, allowing me to lower my hand to the bed. I
> withdraw until the flare of my cock catches at the entrance to her
> vagina, then reverse my direction and push back into her, gaining
> another fractional inch of penetration.
>
> Briefly, I lift a hand from the bed to guide the motions of her
> pelvis, in counterpoint to my thrusts. She quickly picks up the
> rhythm, squeaking, as she lifts her hips when I push down and
> dropping them with a moan, as I pull back. Half a minute later, my
> pubic bone kisses hers, as I push the last quarter inch of my shaft
> into the incredibly hot, tight clasp of her velvety vaginal sheath.
>
> "Oh my God, it's in." Alison breathes disbelievingly, gazing raptly
> at the point of juxtaposition.
>
> "How does it feel?" I ask, as I fight down the cum rising in my
> balls.
>
> "Wonderful." she whispers, "It feels so good I don't want you to
> take it out. Ever." She wiggles her hips a little, grinding her
> pebbly clit between our bodies and moans, "Oh wow, that makes my
> tingle bump feel sooo good."
>
> "Noooo, put it back!" she moans as I pull back, slowly and steadily
> until only my glans remains within her. Followed by a single drawn
> out hissing, "Yesssss!" as I push back into her, not stopping until
> her clitoris is crushed between our pelvis's. "Again!" she yelps
> from between clenched teeth.
>
> I back out a little faster and plunge back into her body, rotating my
> hips as our bodies come together, crushing her clit between us. "Oh
> Yessss!" she squeals, "Fuck me harder!"
>
> Her face becomes a mask of pleasure and her hips jerk up to meet
> mine, as I plunge faster and faster into her receptive pre-teen body.
> Our bodies meet with a wet slapping sound, and before long she
> releases her grip on her legs and wraps them around my waist, using
> the extra leverage to pull me into her with greater and greater
> force. Her fingers dig bruisingly, into the muscles of my upper arms
> and I use the pain as a focus to keep myself from cumming too soon.
>
> Each time our bodies meet, she rotates her hips, grinding her
> engorged clit into my pubic mound. Beyond coherence, she moans and
> squeals deep in her throat, thrashing her head from side to side.
> Suddenly, from deep within her body, there rises a keen that is
> purely animal in nature and she goes into convulsive spasms beneath
> me.
>
> Surrounding my deeply embedded cock, her vaginal sheath contracts in
> rippling waves, triggering my own climax. Jet after searing jet, of
> my white hot seed burns a path through the shaft of my cock, to
> splash deep inside her body, up against the neck of her womb. Almost
> crushing her beneath me, I press my face into the pillow above her
> head, muffling her howls of pleasure, against my chest, even as I
> bite into the pillow to control mine.
>
> On and on her orgasm continues, the milking action of her vaginal
> walls prolonging mine long past the point where my balls have run
> dry, leaving my prostate convulsing painfully. Finally her climax
> ends and my own burning contractions are allowed to cease.
>
> Before I crush her totally, I slip my arms beneath her shoulders and
> the back of her legs and hold her to me, as I roll over onto my back.
> Groaning, she tries to lift her head, but she is so spent that it
> falls back with a thump, onto my chest. Mustering what little
> strength remains to me, I slide my fingers beneath her chin and help
> her look up into my face.
>
> "How did you like your first time?" I ask her with a grin.
>
> "I loved it." she whispers back, "I felt like I was going to die and
> I didn't even care. Thankyou."
>
> "Thank-YOU!" I whisper back, "Thankyou for sharing one of your most
> precious moments with me. How do you feel now."
>
> "Fucked!" she replies with a wan smile.
>
> "Yes, you certainly are that." I say, with a quiet laugh.
>
> "I'm too tired to hit you." she giggles, lowering her head back to
> my chest. "So you'll have to imagine I just did."
>
> Some time later I'm woken by Alison shivering in my arms and a
> burning ache in my balls that tells me I have overspent myself.
> Carefully, I roll her sleeping body off me, my now shrivelled cock
> pulling free of her freshly fucked pussy. Surprisingly, only a tiny
> trickle of sperm leaks from her vagina, but just in case, I roll her
> up in my robe, before lifting her to my shoulder, while I pull back
> the bedclothes. She is so exhausted that even when I slip and drop
> her the last foot to the mattress, she doesn't even stir.
>
> A glance at the clock beside her bed, as I pull the sheet and doona
> up over her cocooned body, reveals that it is only ten thirty, but
> even after resting for half an hour or so, I barely have the strength
> to stagger through the house and douse all of the lights but the one
> in the hall. Finally, I stumble into the master bedroom and crawl
> between the sheets.
>
> Some time later I'm woken by a tiny hand shaking my shoulder.
> Blearily, I blink my eyes, finally managing to focus, in the dim
> light from the hall, on Rene's little face. "Greg," she says in a
> small voice, "I've wet the bed. Can I sleep with you?"
>
> Chapter 9 - Rene Too?
>
> Bleary eyed and still half asleep, I roll out of bed not realising
> that I'm naked until a tiny gasp makes me look to Rene, then follow
> the line of her wide eyed gaze to my cock. "Oops!" I say, "Run
> along to the bathroom Rene, I'll be with you in a minute. ok?"
>
> Wide eyed, she stumbles backwards, her eyes looked on my cock, until
> she bangs her shoulder on the doorjamb. She then turns and almost
> runs down the hall to the bathroom. Leaving me wondering if I'd
> scared her with my accidental exposure.
>
> Turning on the bedside lamp, I grab a pair of jocks from my bag, slip
> them on. Catching sight of myself in a mirror, I notice that one of
> my braids has come undone, so I pull off the other elastic band and
> drag my fingers through my beard.
>
> I then check the bed in Rene's room to see what the damage is.
> Luckily she has thrown the blankets back and when I check them, I
> find that they're dry. So I Just gather up the wet sheets and mop up
> the worst of the cooling mess on the rubber undersheet. After drying
> my hands on the corner of a sheet, I grab a pair of dry knickers for
> her. I then take the sheet into the laundry and set them soaking in
> the trough.
>
> I enter the bathroom through the toilet and find Rene standing in the
> middle of the tiled floor, still dressed in her wet nightie and
> shivering from the cold.
>
> "Oh you poor mite." I say, "You could have taken that off and
> wrapped yourself in a towel while you waited."
>
> "I didn't want to get it dirty." she whispers.
>
> "That doesn't matter." I tell her, "If it happens again, you just
> wrap up in a towel to stay warm. ok?"
>
> "Uh-huh." she nods.
>
> "Now lets get these wet things off and get you cleaned up." I say
> laying the clean undies on the rim of the bath.
>
> "Skin a rabbit." I say seizing the damp hem of her nightie and
> pulling it off over her head. Underneath her cute little slit
> glistens with her urine.
>
> "Well here's the problem," I say pressing the back of my hand, with
> one knuckle slightly extended, to her tiny mound. "this is all wet.
> I wonder how that happened?"
>
> "I wet it silly." she giggles, pressing a little against my hand.
>
> "How did you do that?" I ask.
>
> "Silly!" she giggles, pressing hard enough for my knuckle to slip
> between her plump little pussy lips. "I piddled while I was
> sleeping."
>
> "Well lets, get you cleaned up a bit and then I want you to do
> something for me." I say, turning on the taps, wincing at the sound
> of the demand type hot water service firing up.
>
> "What's that?" she asks.
>
> "I want you to see if you can piddle a bit more for me, so there's no
> chance you'll wet your mummy's bed, ok?"
>
> "Uh-huh." she nods.
>
> "Now spread your legs a bit Honey." I say , dampening a cloth with
> warm water and rubbing a bit of soap on it. She does as I ask,
> moving her feet well apart, and I quickly wipe down her tiny body
> from neck to knee. Then using the fingers of my free hand, I
> separate the halves of her still closed pussy and take a quick peek
> at her tiny pink clitoris, before wiping from her butt crack up to
> her belly button.
>
> I then rinse out the cloth with clean water and repeat the procedure,
> cleaning the residue of soap from her young body. In the few seconds
> it takes me to shut off the water and drape the cloth over the edge
> of the basin, she begins to shiver again and I quickly grab a towel
> and wrap her in it, massaging her through the thick cloth to warm her
> up.
>
> When I get to her pussy, she again pushes into my touch and a happy
> little smile plays across her lips. I spend a little longer than is
> strictly necessary drying between her legs and her expression turns
> dreamy as her eyes slowly close.
>
> When I remove my hand, her eyes open and she turns a slightly
> disappointed look on me. "Come on," I say, "are you ready to do that
> wee for me now?"
>
> "Uh-huh." she nods, shrugging the towel from her shoulders. She
> trots into the toilet and clambers up onto the seat, to sit legs
> splayed as she strains to do as I'd asked.
>
> "Hang on," I say from the doorway, "I've got an idea."
>
> I step up to the basin and set the cold tap trickling into the drain.
> I then go back to the toilet and kneel in front of her. Taking a
> chance, I press her knees further apart and using my thumbs, I open
> up the thin crack bisecting her fat little mound. Looking on
> curiously, she watches what I am doing, but makes no objections.
>
> "Ok," I say, in a low, steady voice, "I want you to close your eyes
> and listen to the sound of the water running in the sink. I don't
> want you to push and strain, I just want you to listen to the water.
> Can you hear the water? What does the water sound like? It sounds
> like somebody piddling doesn't it? Just relax and listen. Doesn't
> that sound make you want to piddle too? Are you going to do a wee
> for me? Just relax and listen to the water. Are... That's a good
> girl."
>
> As I watch the little pink crease between her legs, I see the opening
> of her urethra pucker outwards and a pale golden stream emerges and
> dribbles into the bowl beneath her. She pees for about five seconds,
> then pushes out a last couple of spurts, that hiss into the side of
> the bowl.
>
> "That's all." she says and pulls a couple of sheets from the roll.
> "Please?" she asks holding them out to me.
>
> Changing to a one handed grip on her tiny mons, I take the wad of
> paper from her and carefully dry her crack. Then after dropping the
> paper into the bowl, I trace the length of her slit with my bare
> fingertip for the first time.
>
> "Mmmm." she hums.
>
> "There you go," I say, lifting her down from the seat, "All dry. Now
> off you go and put your knickers on, I need to have a widdle too."
>
> I slide the door closed behind her, lift the seat and release my
> cock. Thanks to Alison, I'm still only half hard, even after such a
> close scrutiny of her little sister's pussy and watching her pee.
> Taking aim, I direct my stream into the bowl, mixing my urine with
> Rene's.
>
> When I finish, I turn towards the door as I reach for the button and
> I catch a glimpse of a shadow disappearing from the crack between it
> and the jamb. When I open the door, I find Rene rooted to the spot,
> with both legs stuck in the same leg hole of her knickers and she
> looks up at me with a scared expression on her face.
>
> "Were you peeking?" I ask, smiling to let her know I wasn't mad.
>
> Blushing prettily, she hangs her head and nods.
>
> "It's ok," I tell her, "but you really shouldn't, your mummy mightn't
> like it."
>
> "You watched me." she mumbles, on the edge of tears.
>
> "It's ok. I'm not mad." I say, kneeling down and hugging her,
> "Watching you was a bit different. I was helping you to pee and
> you're still a little girl. But little girls aren't supposed to
> watch men widdling."
>
> "Are you going to tell Mummy I peeked?" she asks, still not far from
> tears.
>
> "I tell you what." I say tilting her face up and smiling into her
> eyes, "I won't tell her you watched me if you don't tell her I
> watched you. ok?"
>
> "Ok." she says, sealing the bargain with a sweet kiss.
>
> "Now lets get these on properly." I say stripping the knickers of
> her legs and holding them open for her. She steps into them for me
> and I pull them up snug on her hips, then as has become usual, I slip
> a finger into the leg band and brush my knuckle along her slit a few
> times as I pull the front panel taught.
>
> Again she gets a dreamy look on her face, and she pouts a little when
> I stop. Picking her up I settle her on my hip and carry her as I
> shut off the tap and turn off the lights on my way to the bedroom,
> where I toss her onto the bed. She giggles as she lands and bounces
> a few times.
>
> "Ok, you, wriggle in here." I say to her, pulling back the corner of
> the bedclothes. She quickly slips under the sheets and wriggles
> across to make room for me to slip in beside her. As I pull the
> covers over us, she snuggles up to my front and pulls my arm around
> her, then tucking her hand in mine she hugs it to her chest and
> presses her little bottom even more firmly into my belly.
>
> I lift up onto my elbow to look down at her and she turns her head to
> look back. I smile at her and whisper, "Goodnight little one."
>
> "G'nite." she murmurs and puckers up for a kiss.
>
> I briefly press my lips to hers then lower my head to the pillow and
> reach behind me to turn out the light. And with the sweet little
> girl smell of her hair filling my nostrils I drift off to sleep.
>
> Chapter 10 - Rene Too.
>
> "I said I was going to suck your cock and drink it all." Alison
> grins up at me from between my legs, silhouetted against the
> curtained window by the first chill light of the dawn.
>
> Her tight little fist, continues the slow pumping action that had
> awoken me.
>
> "What about Rene?" I ask, not yet sure that she should be joining
> our games.
>
> "Don't worry about her, she's still asleep." Alison reassures me,
> even as she leans forwards and engulfs the head of my prick in her
> warm, wet mouth. Something about her answer leaves me feeling
> uneasy, but the sensation of her lips being forced open by the
> turgid, purple crown of my cock leaves little room for thinking.
>
> She sucks on it like a baby for a couple of seconds then pulls free
> with a sloppy, wet, sucking slurp. With her fingertips lightly
> digging into the top of my cock she resumes sliding the skin
> sheathing my shaft up and down jerkily. Then once again forces the
> soft tight ring of her lips down over my swollen glans.
>
> Somehow or other the inexperience of her cock sucking and the
> knowledge that it's her first time, excites me even more than a more
> talented attack on my prick would do. Groaning with the imminence of
> my release, I open my eyes to see *RENE* crouched between my thighs,
> with my prick in her tiny hands and her small red lips surrounding
> the head as she licks the tip.
>
> Even as my mind screams at the wrongness of this, my balls pulse
> powerfully and with an incredible burning spasm, I pump a massive
> surge of semen into her warm, wet mouth.
>
> Surprised by the sudden eruption in her mouth, her head jerks upwards
> and her eyes meet mine. Immediately, she freezes, an obscene drool
> of jism dripping from the corner of her parted lips. She does not
> even seem to notice the hot, searing splashes on her cheeks, chin and
> lips as my prostate, empties my balls into her face. Over and over
> again, my loins spasm, endlessly draining my seed, to coat her tiny,
> perfect features, with my viscous, creamy ejaculate.
>
> Finally, an eternity later the fountaining jets become a slow
> upwelling that seeps from the bloated tip of my shaft to ooze down
> the sides and over her diminutive fists.
>
> Chapter 11 - "I Can Too."
>
> She crouches there, unmoving, her eyes locked to mine, like some
> small creature fascinated by a snake, her tiny face plastered with my
> cum. Thick, white, stringy, curds drip from the tip of her nose and
> the point of her tiny chin. She too holds me just as fascinated,
> unable to blink, move or speak, barely able to think.
>
> "Greg are you awa... OH WOW!" Alison's voice suddenly breaks the
> silence.
>
> Immediately Rene's tiny face collapses in on itself and her tears
> mingle with my cum as she begins to cry. She grabs the sheet and
> pulls it over her head, hiding her face from us as she curls into a
> tiny quivering ball of abject misery.
>
> I have to literally pry the sheet from her fingers, before I can
> gather the sobbing little girl in my arms, murmuring reassurances as
> I rock her back and forth. Reaching out to Alison, I pull her to me,
> and her arms join mine in cradling her little sister.
>
> Gradually, our comforting words penetrate her misery and she begins
> to relax. With an almost convulsive motion, she uncoils and throws
> her tiny arms around my neck, burrowing her hot, sticky face into the
> side of my neck. Alison pulls herself close against her baby
> sister's back, and brushing her hair aside, she begins to softly kiss
> the soft skin just in front of Rene's ear.
>
> Ever so slowly, Rene's sobs become further and further apart, finally
> turning to occasional gulps. Sniffling, she lifts her head to be met
> by two pairs of eyes filled with love. Alison continues her soft,
> caressing kisses, occasionally pulling back a little to lick the
> salty mixture of semen and tears from her lips.
>
> I smile into the sad little face before me, and slowly, tentatively,
> she returns it wanly. Then giving her every chance to object or
> retreat, I slowly bring my lips closer to hers. Barely brushing
> against them, I kiss her tenderly, trying to project as much love and
> reassurance as I possibly can. After a few seconds, she presses back
> into the kiss and surprises me by parting her lips slightly and
> gently sucking on mine.
>
> A moment later, she pulls back with a squeak and turns an accusing
> look on her grinning sister. "Whatcha do that for?"
>
> "Because it tastes nice?" Alison replies unrepentantly, darting back
> in to take another swipe at Rene's cheek with her tongue.
>
> Again Rene squeaks, then giggles. Seeing this as a good way to
> complete this tiny child's recovery, I make a very sloppy pass over
> Rene's other cheek from her chin to her temple, making her pull her
> head in like a turtle and squeal with laughter. Together, Alison and
> I lap the salty cocktail from Rene's little face, relishing every
> obscene droplet with noisy slurps and smackings of our lips.
>
> "Feeling better?" I ask the squirming, giggling bundle in my arms,
> when we have collected every last dribble of tears, semen and even
> little girl snot.
>
> "Yes-s-s, s-st-sst-op." she giggles, trying to hide her face and
> avoid our darting tongues.
>
> "Oops, missed a bit." I say and lift her up to lick at a small
> dribble between her tiny nipples, then blow a zoober on each
> minuscule point.
>
> "Oooh stop, I'm going to widdle." she squeals.
>
> "Really?" I ask and blow another zoober in her belly button.
>
> "Oooh stop, I need to go real bad." she squeaks.
>
> "Let's go then." I say, pushing Alison aside and rolling from the
> bed with a squirming Rene tucked under my arm. I take two steps
> towards the door and feel the chafing of my jocks, which Rene had
> tucked under my balls.
>
> "Uh, Alison," I ask, "could you fix my undies?"
>
> Instead of unhooking them, she giggles and pulls them down my legs to
> my ankles. "There." she says.
>
> Stepping from them, I quickly carry Rene into the toilet and set her
> on the floor. Even as she reaches for her knickers, she squeaks and
> a small wet patch blossoms between her legs. "Help." she pleads.
>
> Laughing I flip down the seat and lift her onto it. "I want to watch
> you pee your knickers." I say, closing my hands over hers when she
> tries to tug them off.
>
> "That's naughty." she giggles, as I lift her up onto the seat.
> Another spurt of pee escapes and further dampens the crotch panel of
> her knickers. "Ok, here it comes."
>
> The tightly woven fabric of her knickers briefly bulges outwards
> between her legs and the stain spreads, turning the thin cotton cloth
> transparent and molding it to the smooth hairless flesh of her plump
> pussy lips. A second later it trickles over her buttocks and
> dribbles into the bowl.
>
> As soon as the first urgent pulse of urine leaves her body, she stops
> the flow and asks, "Help me like you did before?"
>
> Smiling inwardly at the transparency of her request, I push the damp
> cloth of her knickers to one side and part her glistening little lips
> watching as she begins to play with the flow of her pee. With little
> grunts, she stops and starts the flow, slows it to a trickle then
> squirts it out with such force that she farts noisily. This makes
> her giggle so much, that my finger slips into her slit and cover her
> pouting urethral opening. Suddenly, piss sprays everywhere, back
> over her vaginal entrance, up over her clit and into my face and onto
> the insides of her thighs.
>
> She stiffens and goes suddenly silent, cutting off the stream in mid
> flow, but when I don't pull back and instead gently massage the tiny
> opening, she relaxes and another shower results before I get my
> finger out of the way. Moving it to the tiny pink button a bare half
> inch away, I tease it in gentle circles, feeling it swell under my
> ministrations, as I let the remainder of her flow trickle over the
> rest of my fingers.
>
> "Do you always help girls pee like that?" Alison's voice asks from
> the doorway, making me jump.
>
> "No, but it's fun when I do. Isn't it?" I answer, turning towards
> her. For the first time, I notice that all she is wearing is a tiny
> pair of knickers that are little more than a strip of almost
> transparent cloth held in place by elastic strings. Her little
> finger and thumb poke out on either side of that narrow strip as the
> other three fingers work in slow circles at the top of her slit.
>
> "Yeah," she giggles, as Rene looks on, half scared, half amazed.
> "What did she mean, 'help like before'?"
>
> I help Rene down from the seat and lift it to take care of my own
> pressing needs as I explain how she had wet the bed and I had
> hypnotised her into peeing for me earlier. I finish by saying, "I
> think she just likes it when I touch her pussy."
>
> "Out of the way!" she yelps, as I give the customary three shakes,
> "You made me want to do it now."
>
> Crowding me aside, she slaps the seat back down with a rifle like
> crack, and wrenches her knickers down, even as she backs onto the
> pedestal and sits down. Then safe from accidents, she turns a
> slightly strained, ingenuous smile on me, "Help me please?"
>
> Rene looks on in wide eyed fascination, as I kneel in front of her
> sister, finish pulling her knickers off and force her legs out to
> their widest extent. Then deciding to put on a good show for Rene, I
> slip two fingers into the glistening hole at the base of her big
> sisters slit.
>
> Alison squeaks at the sudden intrusion, then grins at me, as she
> squirts a quick spurt of golden pee into the palm of my hand. At the
> same time she brings one hand down over her belly and toys with the
> solid pea sized bump of her clitoris.
>
> I begin to slowly pump my fingers in and out of her tight, young
> vagina, as she lets her scalding hot pee slowly trickle into the palm
> of my hand and over my fingers. Within seconds she begins to gasp
> for breath and her hips rock in time to my fingers within her vagina.
> Grasping her engorged clit between thumb and forefinger, she begins
> to squeeze and tug on it, her movements quickly getting rougher as
> she rapidly approaches climax.
>
> Her other hand comes down, seizes my wrist, and moves my fingers
> faster and faster within her tight, clasping sheath. Loosing control
> of her bladder, she sprays the remainder of her piss into my hand as
> her lips draw back in a snarl and a short savage climax rips through
> her. Back arched, she begins to slip from the seat driving herself
> down onto my fingers as she emits a series of short sobbing cries.
>
> "Stop it! Stop it! You're hurting her!" Rene cries, beating on my
> back with her tiny fists. Taking hold of my wrist she tries to pull
> my fingers from her sister's body, but as my hand is just about all
> that is supporting Alison, her efforts are futile.
>
> Quickly recovering from her cum, Alison begins to giggle. "No Rene,
> it's all right." she says, pulling herself off my fingers and back
> onto the seat. She catches her sister's tiny fists in her hands as
> Rene goes back to hitting me. "It's ok, Rene, he wasn't hurting me,
> he was making me feel really, really good."
>
> "Really?" she asks, turning her eyes to her sister.
>
> "Really." Alison answers, repeating herself for emphasis, "Really."
>
> "I'm sorry I hit you Greg." Rene turns her penitent little face to
> me, "I fought you was hurting Alison."
>
> "It's ok," I tell her, "You were just protecting your sister. I
> wouldn't blame you if you'd hit me with a rolling pin."
>
> "Speaking of protecting sisters." Alison says. "How come your sperm
> was all over Rene's face anyway."
>
> "He didn't do it!" Rene exclaims, leaping to my defence. "I made it
> happen."
>
> "Come on, let's get cleaned up first and then we'll talk about it in
> bed, where it's warm." I say, ushering Rene ahead of me into the
> bathroom.
>
> I fill the basin with warm soapy water and pause with the cloth in my
> hand to inspect Rene. From a point just above where her little slit
> begins, a dark stain disappears all the way down between her thigh,
> the soaking wet fabric tightly molded to and clearly outlining her
> juvenile mons. Under my close scrutiny she blushes, the flush
> covering her from her forehead down to her tiny little nipples.
> Clasping her hands in the small of her back, she pushes her hips
> forwards, bringing her little pussy into even greater relief.
>
> "I'm gonna wet my knickers next time." Alison declares, "That looks
> really rude."
>
> Giggling, Rene brings a hand around to the front and readjusts her
> undies, pulling the leg bands together and drawing them up into her
> slit. "Fix my knickers please." she says, the shy tone of her voice
> belied by the giggle that follows.
>
> Kneeling, I slip my finger beneath the fabric and rub my knuckle up
> and down her slit several times, smoothing out the gusset of her
> knickers and finally settling it over her mound with a pat. I then
> smooth the air bubbles from beneath the fabric and firmly drag my
> finger along the full length of her slit, forcing the wet cloth up
> into her crack.
>
> "It looks like she doesn't have any knickers on at all." Alison
> giggles, crouching to look closely at her baby sister's little pussy.
>
> "I wanna see." Rene says, hunching over to look. However as she
> bends the fabric wrinkles spoiling the effect. "Lift me up so I can
> look in the mirror." she orders.
>
> Dropping the cloth in the basin, I put my hands under her arms and
> lift her to stand astride the sink. Insinuating my hand between her
> legs from behind, I use my fingers to push the fabric of her knickers
> back into her cleft and smooth it over her mound.
>
> "Look at me." the happy little girl giggles, "I'm a rudie nudie.
> Can I take them off now, they feel yucky."
>
> Laughing, I lift her and stand her in the sink full of warm water.
> Slipping my fingers under the waistband, I slowly draw them down,
> turning them inside out on her legs. She squeaks and gives a little
> wiggle of her hips when the fabric finally pulls free of the tight
> clasp of her glistening pussy lips and as I draw them further down
> her legs, she scratches at her slit, distractedly lifting her feet
> one at a time for me to remove her knickers.
>
> Tossing the wet fabric aside, I take up the cloth and I carefully
> wash her flat little chest and down over her belly, making her giggle
> as I give her protruding belly button a quick squeeze. Working
> lower, I have to clean around her finger, which is still softly
> stroking back and forth over her clit. Moving around to the back, I
> wipe off her little bottom, then separating her buttocks, I run the
> cloth back and forth over her little pink pucker a few times, making
> her giggle again and push back against my finger.
>
> Then, as her legs seem to be weakening, I quickly wipe them down and
> lift her to the floor. Taking the towel held out by Alison, I
> briskly rub Rene dry, finally dislodging her finger from her slit as
> I dry it. "My turn." Alison says and I look up to see her climbing
> on to the side of the bath and from there on to the vanity.
>
> Wrapping Rene in the towel, I get up and apply the cloth to Alison's
> bulging mons. "No, do it properly." she says, pulling my hand up to
> her neck.
>
> As I begin to wipe down her torso, she pushes a finger into her slit
> and slowly works it back and forth. With slow strokes I carefully
> wash her tiny titties, gently tweaking her hard little nipples and
> teasingly moving away as she leans into my hand. Sliding the cloth
> lower I wipe back and forth over her taught little belly, making her
> squeal with laughter as I push a finger into her navel and wriggle it
> back and forth.
>
> Then as I approach her mons, she brings her other hand to her pussy
> and stretches her labia apart, inviting me to thoroughly wash inside
> her slit. Moaning as my cloth covered fingers pass over her clit,
> she presses down against my hand and rocks her hips back and forth.
> She squeaks in outrage as I lightly swat her rhythmically clenching
> buttocks but ceases the motion and lifts up off my hand.
>
> Bringing the cloth around to the back, I find her waiting with her
> buttocks already obscenely parted, the crinkled dimple between them
> winking at me in the mirror. Chuckling, I drag the cloth along the
> full length of her arse crack, but skip over her puckered anus and
> continue down her legs.
>
> Ok, that's it." I say.
>
> "No it's not, you didn't wash my bottom properly." she replies
> accusingly.
>
> "What?" I pretend shock, "You want me to touch your bum hole?"
>
> "Yeah." she giggles, turning and thrusting her bum out so far, that
> her cheek presses against the mirror.
>
> Grinning, I bring the cloth back to her little pink rosebud and give
> it a thorough washing, Making her wriggle and push back against the
> rough cloth. "Ok, that's it this time." I say bringing the cloth
> down on her bottom with a wet slap.
>
> Ignoring her outraged expression, I drop the cloth and lift her down.
> I grab another towel, but before I can cocoon Alison in it, she
> snatches the cloth from my fingers and cleans the drying semen from
> my dangling member and balls. She then scrubs at the wiry tuft of
> hair at the base of my belly. When she's finished, she tosses the
> cloth aside and takes up a towel to dry me.
>
> By the time she's done with me, my cock has risen to attention, and
> after bestowing a quick kiss and wicked flick of her tongue on it's
> shiny purple crown, she pats herself dry. Scooping Rene into my
> arms, I allow Alison to take hold of my rigid shaft and lead me back
> to her mother's bedroom.
>
> "Now," I say, once I'm snuggled up between the two girls, with my
> fingers tucked between their legs and lightly brushing the outsides
> of their hairless, little mounds. "let's see if we can find out why
> I woke up with my cock in Rene's mouth. Rene, why were you playing
> with my penis this morning?"
>
> "B'cause I saw Alison doing it to you last night." she admits. "But
> you already squirted, b'cause she was licking her hands and then she
> licked and sucked your penis. It surprised me when it squirted. Are
> you mad at me b'cause I didn't go to sleep?"
>
> "No, I guess not." I reassure her, "But you know, you really
> shouldn't spy on people like that. And if you think my penis
> surprised you, well you REALLY surprised me. I thought it was a
> dream."
>
> "Did you like it?"
>
> "Yeah, it was great." I tell her, "I just wish I'd been awake to
> feel it for longer. But then again, I probably would have made you
> stop, because it's not something little girls like you should do." I
> blithely ignore the fact that even 'big' girls, like her sister,
> shouldn't be doing it either.
>
> "Can I do it again?" she asks, "I didn't get a very good taste last
> time."
>
> "Yeah," I say, my cock twitching at the thought, "since you've
> already done it once, I guess you can do it again."
>
> "Goody!" she squeals, squirming down under the sheets.
>
> "Hang on a sec," I say, hauling her back out, "there's plenty of time
> for that later. Now what else did you see?"
>
> "Nufing, you got up and I ran back to bed and fell asleep. Can I
> have a taste now?"
>
> "In a minute, my penis needs a bit of a rest first. Would you like
> me to help you to feel good too?" I ask, diddling her tiny clit.
>
> "You're already making me feel good." she says, opening her legs to
> give me more access to her pussy.
>
> "I mean really good like Alison." I say.
>
> "Really, you'll put you're fingers in me and everything?" she asks,
> a little apprehensively.
>
> "Well, you're a bit too small for that." I say, "I was thinking
> about tickling your crack some more and kissing and licking it too."
>
> "But that's where I piddle from." she says, her face screwing up in
> a little moue of disgust.
>
> "Well, I pee from my penis." I point out to her, "Besides we just
> washed your crack so it's nice and clean."
>
> "Oh yeah." she says in realisation. "And I am too big enough. See?"
>
> She takes hold of my hand and holds onto my thumb as she folds my
> fingers into a fist. She then gives my thumb a quick suck, wetting
> it with her saliva, then lifts her bum up and guides my thumb towards
> the seeping entrance to her tiny vagina. Thinking that the best way
> for her to find out that it won't fit is to let her try, I offer her
> no resistance.
>
> Alison echo's my surprised gasp as the tip of my thumb slips easily
> into the snuggest, warmest, little cavity I've ever encountered.
> Afraid that she's going to hurt herself, pushing me through her
> hymen, I try to resist her, but she holds tight and pushes her hips
> at me, fully impaling herself on my thumb. "See." she says
> triumphantly.
>
> "Ah, yes I see." I whisper. "Now what happened to your hymen?"
>
> "What's that?" she asks curiously as she slowly fucks herself with
> my thumb.
>
> "It's a little piece of skin up inside your vagina that should have
> stopped my thumb going in." I explain.
>
> "Oh that." she says, "I pushed my hairbrush through it, like Jenny
> told Alison to."
>
> "How do you know about that?" Alison half yells, turning on her
> sister.
>
> Rene's little vagina spasms around my thumb as she jerks in fear.
> She huddles against me, reverting to a baby like lisp as she tries to
> explain, "You voodn't let me play wif you, so I sneaked in an' hid
> under ve bed. Ven you closed ve door, so I vas stuck."
>
> I give Alison a warning look, when she opens her mouth to yell at her
> little sister and she closes it with a snap, opening it again to
> apologise, "It's ok. I guess Rene, I'm not really mad at you, but
> that was private and you shouldn't have been listening."
>
> "I know vat." Rene peeks at her sister across my chest, "But I
> couldn't get out and I knew you'd yell at me."
>
> "Yeah I would have." Alison admits, "I would have been scared you'd
> tell Mama."
>
> "I can keep secrets!" Rene says indignantly, "I didn't tell about
> Jenny!"
>
> "Yes you're a good girl." Alison soothes her sister, "You can keep
> secrets really good. You're not going to tell Mama about this
> either, are you?"
>
> "No way, Greg would get in twuble, and I wuv him ever so much." she
> declares, hugging me fiercely.
>
> "And I love you too." I say, letting go of Alison and hugging Rene
> tight.
>
> "What about me?" Alison cries indignantly.
>
> I wrap my arm back around her and hug her against me. "You too, I
> love all of my little girls." I say, kissing her upturned face.
> Hungrily, she seeks out my lips, opening hers to me and eagerly
> accepting my tongue into her mouth. I ardently explore the smooth
> sweet interior of her young mouth, tracing the line of her teeth, the
> insides of her teeth, playfully pinning her tongue, and allowing her
> to pin mine in return. A moment later, she crowds my tongue out and
> darts hers into my mouth, flickering lively over my teeth and the tip
> of my tongue. Hollowing my cheeks, I suck on the mobile little
> member, swirling my tongue around the tip.
>
> When we part, Rene, who had been looking on with wide eyed interest,
> eagerly asks, "Me too?"
>
> "Sure." I reply, making her squeak, as I extract my thumb from the
> warm, tight, embrace of her slick little vagina. I lift her to
> straddle my lap, with her tiny hairless pussy pressed against the
> underside of my rigid shaft.
>
> Lowering my lips to her tiny upturned face, I plant small nibbling
> kisses all over her perfect, diminutive features. Sweeping her hair
> back with my hand, I softly kiss her brow, making her giggle.
> Shushing her, I kiss each of her tiny, perfect eyelids, feeling them
> quiver under my touch. Then starting just in front of her dainty,
> little ears I trace the line of her cheekbone, stopping to engulf her
> tiny button nose and lightly nip the tip with my teeth.
>
> Again she giggles, hunching her shoulders, but not pulling away. I
> flick my tongue over the tip, to help her get used to the idea of
> tongues being involved, then finish tracing her cheekbone to her ear.
> Coming back I trail along the line of her tiny jaw, then as I open
> my own jaw wide to engulf the point of her chin, I realise just how
> tiny my young lover is, as I cover most of the lower half of her face
> with my lips. Closing my mouth a little, I quickly nip the point of
> her chin and pass on to her other ear.
>
> Then unable to resist the temptation, I give the tiny pink shell a
> broad wet lick, making her squeal and wriggle delightfully against my
> cock. She too notices the enchanting sensations emanating from her
> diminutive pussy and grinds it against the underside of my cock,
> making me pull my head back and gasp.
>
> She giggles at my reaction and hooks her feet behind my back, pulling
> herself harder against me. Because my back is getting sore from my
> hunching down to reach her face, I cup her tiny bottom in one hand
> and lift her, until I can press my lips to hers comfortably. At that
> height, the sensitive underside of my glans presses against her slit,
> just over her little clit.
>
> Though tempted to lift her that final inch or so, that would place my
> cock at the entrance to her tiny vagina and see if more than my thumb
> will fit, I restrain myself, knowing that the incredibly tight fit
> and the thought of entering one so young would have me shooting
> before I was properly bottomed out in her tiny five year old body.
> Wanting her first time to be the best that I can possibly give her, I
> hold her as she is and barely parting my lips I draw one then the
> other of hers between them, flicking my tongue against the soft,
> moist skin.
>
> I pull back a little to look into her soft, trusting eyes, then
> tilting my head to the side, I press my parted lips against hers and
> lick them until they part to allow the entry of my tongue. At first
> her teeth resist me and I lick over them and her gums, but as she
> gets used to the sensation of a strange tongue within her mouth, she
> opens them and meets my tongue with hers.
>
> As our lips part further, I find it a little difficult to adjust to
> the tiny size of her mouth and I end up engulfing the lower half of
> her face from her nose to her chin. She giggles delightfully into my
> mouth and I adjust the fit of my lips to hers and try again. More
> successful this time, I slip my tongue between her lip and her tiny
> sharp teeth to taste the sweet glory of this tiny preschooler's mouth.
>
> At first her little tongue lies limp and unresponsive in her mouth,
> but as I prod it with the tip of mine, it wakes up and presses back
> against me, quickly learning to swirl about the tip of mine. With
> little prodding flicks I withdraw my tongue from her tiny honeyed
> mouth, inviting hers to follow and taste me.
>
> Hesitantly at first, but quickly becoming bolder, her little tongue
> passes my lips and flicks over my teeth, then between them to poke
> teasingly at my tongue. When I try to pin it against the roof of my
> mouth, it withdraws in a flash only to return flirtatiously a moment
> later. This time I hold my tongue curled back against the roof of my
> mouth and the tip of her tongue finds the soft underside of mine.
>
> Kittenishly, she pulls back, then returns to explore further. When I
> do nothing, she becomes more daring, and presses against the smooth
> wet flesh. Feeling devilish, I suddenly release my tongue to slap
> down on top of hers, and she pulls it back with a giggling, squeak.
> I return my tongue to her mouth and find hers waiting to give mine
> the same treatment. I feel her lips tighten slightly in a smile and
> pull back just in time, hearing her tongue clack against the floor of
> her mouth.
>
> Darting back in quickly, I pin her tongue down with mine. In
> response she gently closes her lips around my tongue and sucks on it
> like a baby, slowly pulling back until she can look into my eyes
> mischievously, with a final tiny nip like I'd given her nose, she
> pulls free and grins at me roguishly.
>
> I return the grin with interest and snap playfully at the tip of her
> nose. Squealing happily, she weaves and ducks her head as I continue
> to snap my teeth in her face. After a few seconds of this, I lower
> her back to my lap and bring my hands up to trap her head between
> them and making loud munching noises I slowly close on her, as she
> squeals in mock fear and struggles weakly.
>
> Opening my mouth to it's widest extent, I engulf her mouth and nose
> and munch loudly as I pretend to eat her face. Then pulling back, I
> drag my tongue over her madly giggling face, in a broad, wet lick
> from her chin to her brow, making her squeal in shocked outrage.
>
> Beside us, Alison rolls on the bed hugging herself and giggling
> insanely at her little sister's shocked expression. Releasing Rene,
> I lunge at her wildly giggling sister and start tickling
> unmercifully. Then holding her out flat, I cover every square inch
> of her squirming body with sloppy wet licks and zoobers. A moment
> later, Rene, having scrubbed her face dry, joins in, driving Alison
> to redouble her efforts to escape.
>
> Only when she warns of an impending flood do we relent. I finish
> with a final resounding and very wet zoober to the top of her pussy,
> making her gasp, and sit back on my heels waiting for her to recover.
> With great shuddering gasps, she draws breath back into her body and
> rolls over, scrubbing her front against the sheet. (Oh well I was
> going to have to wash them anyway.)
>
> Then with a wild yell, she leaps at me and knocks me over backwards.
> Calling for aid from Rene, she sits on my hips and begins to tickle
> me. Not being very ticklish, or at least not where she's trying, I
> calmly accept her digging fingers, smiling beatifically up at her,
> even as Rene starts in on my feet. Frustrated by my lack of
> response, their fingers range farther afield, searching for a
> sensitive spot that might get a reaction out of me.
>
> Finally they give up and Alison says to her sister, "Watch this,
> this'll make him jump." She then slides down onto my legs and takes
> hold of my cock, pointing it at the ceiling. Then rising onto her
> knees, she fits the bulbous tip at the entrance to her pussy and sits
> down hard, gasping as my bloated member shoulders the warm, velvety
> walls of her vagina apart.
>
> She lets out a muffled yelp of discomfort as I do indeed jump,
> slamming my hips upwards and driving the last two inches of my shaft
> into her and jamming the engorged glans up against her cervix.
>
> "I wanna try that too!" Rene cries, trying to tug her sister from me.
>
> "You can't, you're too little." Alison says, slowly rotating her
> hips and making me groan at the incredible sensation of her cervix
> brushing over the sensitive tip of my cock.
>
> "I can too!" Rene declares heatedly, "Watch this."
>
> The indignant little preschooler, rolls from the bed and stomps over
> to her mother's wardrobe. With a grunt she pulls out the bottom
> drawer. She then fumbles around the floor of the wardrobe for a few
> seconds, emerging with a piece of timber that obviously forms a false
> floor. Reaching into the cavity that she has revealed, she pulls out
> a briefcase and brings it over to the bed.
>
> Keeping Alison impaled on my cock, I sit up to see what Rene has got.
> Smiling triumphantly, the little girl flips up the lid to reveal an
> incredible array of dildos and vibrators. The smallest a little more
> than half the size of the cock buried in Alison's guts and the
> largest as long as my forearm and as thick as my wrist, with an angry
> purple fist sized glans at the end. A lifelike pink, it is finished
> with grotesque blue veins, which at a point about halfway along it's
> length, spell out the name 'Mr Big'.
>
> Taking the smallest, Rene wets it in her mouth and lying back on the
> bed, with her feet towards us, she parts her legs and pushes almost
> the entire ivory shaft into her vagina, as her flabbergasted sister
> and I watch in amazement.
>
> A moment later, she pulls the dildo free and discards it, reaching
> for the next of the eight toys in the case, a smooth hot pink plastic
> phallus a little smaller than my cock, with a sketchily sculpted tip.
> She wets it by licking up and down the length of the shaft and then
> with no more effort than she showed taking the first, she pushes just
> over half of it home before coming up against her cervix. Then
> cupping both hands over the base, she pulls it further into her body,
> a strained look on her face. Suddenly her cervix gives way and her
> hands slap against her mound. When she takes her hands away, less
> than and inch of shocking pink plastic remains visible outside her
> obscenely splayed labia.
>
> The next, is a vibrator, a perfectly smooth, pure white cylinder of
> hard plastic, slightly slimmer than the last and about seven inches
> long, with a sharply tapered wedge shaped tip. After wetting it, she
> slips it inside herself and with only the briefest of pauses forces
> the tip through her cervix and into her womb, not stopping until the
> knurled base is all that protrudes from her obscenely distended pussy.
>
> The fourth is also a vibrator, lifelike, eight inches long and nearly
> two inches in diameter. For the first time, her face screws up as
> she strains to get the head into her vagina, but with a little grunt,
> manages it and embeds about half of the thick shaft before bottoming
> out against her cervix.
>
> Alison sits unmoving on me, watching in wide eyed amazement as her
> tiny five year old sister pulls the vibrator free and reaches for the
> next, even thicker, sex toy. About the same length as the last, this
> dildo is made of a firm, resilient, bright yellow rubber. From the
> base to within two inches of the smooth bullet shaped tip it is
> textured with small ridges every quarter of an inch or so. With a
> tiny grunt she pushes it in until the first ridge rests against her
> massively stretched vaginal opening. Then wrapping both hands about
> the base, she pulls it deeper, grunting as each ridge stretches her
> and pops into her hugely distended vagina.
>
> Up until now, she has shown no real signs of arousal, but has simply
> been demonstrating to us just how accommodating her little vagina is,
> but when she withdraws this latest toy, she squeaks excitedly as her
> vagina reluctantly releases each ridge. At the same time, she
> massages her tiny clit with the fingers of her right hand, pushing it
> down into contact with the withdrawing ridges. Oddly though, as she
> seems to approach a climax she stops playing with her clitoris and
> waits a few seconds before removing the dildo and discarding it.
>
> She skips the next toy in the case, because although longer than the
> last, it is no thicker. Instead, she reaches for the last bar, 'Mr
> Big'. Lifelike in form, if not size, this massive ebony shaft is
> over a foot long and nearly two and a half inches in diameter.
>
> This time, instead of wetting it with her tongue, she takes a tube of
> KY jelly from the case and carefully squeezes out an inch long noodle
> onto her fingers, with which she painstakingly coats the head and
> first few inches of the shaft. After carefully recapping the tube of
> Jelly, she slips from the bed and rests the butt of the huge fake
> negro cock on the floor. Then positioning herself over it, she holds
> her pussy lips apart and squats until the grotesque bulb on the end
> presses against her vaginal entrance.
>
> At first contact, Alison gasps and I turn my head to look at her
> slack jawed profile. Her eyes are almost popping from her head and a
> thick strand of saliva drools unnoticed from the corner of her slack
> mouth, running from her chin to her chest. Feeling my gaze on her
> she manages to regain control of her mouth to whisper "No way!"
> before it falls back open and she turns back to her sister.
>
> Inside my head, a tiny little voice screams at me to stop this before
> Rene hurts herself, whereas a much stronger voice clamours to see if
> this tiny preschooler is indeed able to accomplish the impossible.
> The big voice wins and holding Alison against me, I lie down with my
> head hanging over the edge of the bed and my nose only inches from
> the point where the glistening bulb topping the shaft parts her fat
> little labia; labia made even tinier by their proximity to the huge
> imitation cock.
>
> Taking a few deep breaths, Rene steadies herself with one hand on my
> forehead and allows more and more of her weight to fall on the
> obscene shaft beneath her. Grimacing, she works her hips in tiny
> circles as I watch the lips of her pussy stretch and whiten with the
> strain. Ever so slowly I watch her tiny vulva stretch and stretch
> and incredibly, stretch some more, until with a deep grunt she seems
> to fall two inches as the tremendous black glans enters her body with
> a rush.
>
> Groaning and continuing to move her hips in a circle, Rene works
> another two inches of the thick ebony shaft into her body then pushes
> herself upright. Taking a wobbling step backwards, she put her hands
> on her hips and proudly thrusts her obscenely bulging pudenda
> forwards, grunting as the injudicious move makes the colossal shaft
> dangling from her body sway back and forth, the embedded tip visibly
> moving beneath her swollen mound.
>
> "Beat that!" she crows directing a slightly strained grin at her
> gaping sister.
>
> "Ok, I will." Alison declares hotly, "Just as soon as I finish
> here." lifting herself up until only my glans remains within her,
> she pauses briefly until she is sure her sister's eyes are on her
> then drops back down, taking the entire length of my shaft in one
> swift, squelching movement. Then satisfied that she has Rene's full
> attention, she slowly slides up and down the full length of my cock.
>
> Within seconds though, the sensations of her velvety little snatch
> caressing my rod, coming on top of Rene's obscene show become too
> much for me and seizing her hips, I begin pumping her up and down,
> masturbating myself with her tiny body as I rapidly approach a
> climax. Only seconds later, my balls empty themselves into her tiny
> pre-teen twat, my semen coursing through my cock like lava to fill
> and overfill her clasping fuck tube.
>
> As I continue to pound her body up and down, my semen begins to leak
> down around my pulsing shaft, matting my pubic hair in a thick gooey
> froth. Finally though my climax ends and I fall back as Alison takes
> over, bouncing on my cock seeking her own release, but it is not to
> be, my rapidly shrinking cock slips from her vagina, releasing a
> sticky white flood that trickles down around my balls as she futilely
> tries to stuff it back into her body.
>
> Then giving into the inevitable, she rolls from my lap and reaches
> for the vibrators. Eschewing the others, she picks up slim white
> seven-incher and goes to insert it into her pussy. "Wipe it off
> first I tell her, it's got fluff on it."
>
> Before I can stop her, she grabs a corner of the sheet and wipes the
> hard plastic shaft clean. (Another reason to wash them.) Then
> propping herself up on her elbow, she drives the slim tapered head
> into her vagina and begins pumping it in and out, striving for the
> release that had been denied her.
>
> With my eyes on Alison, I don't notice Rene until I feel her tongue
> on my balls, lapping up my cream like a little kitten. As I look
> down at her crouching over my groin with that thick black phallus
> still protruding obscenely from her grossly overstretched vulva, she
> moves up to the wiry mat of my pubic hair, not stopping until my
> groin is free of every last sticky strand of semen.
>
> "Mmmm that was nice." she says, crawling up over my body to plant a
> sweet kiss tasting of me and her sister on my lips, "But how come it
> tasted different this time?"
>
> "Because it had your sister's pussy juice mixed with it." I reply.
>
> "You mean from inside her hole?" The tiny five year old asks, her
> voice comically filled with disgust.
>
> "Yeah." I laugh, "Tastes good doesn't it. Want some more." I reach
> over to where Alison lies panting, her body twitching with the after
> effects of her orgasm. Slipping my hand between her legs I extract
> the slim white shaft from her glistening vulva and bring it close to
> Rene's tiny face, grinning as she recoils slightly from the slimy
> cylinder of plastic.
>
> Her nose wrinkles briefly in disgust, then as the intoxicating odour
> reaches her, she tentatively reaches out with her tongue and takes a
> small taste, a moment later she smiles broadly and seizing my wrist
> in case I try to take this new treat away from her. She quickly
> licks the entire shaft clean.
>
> "That was yummy." she informs me with a giggle and turns to watch
> her sister.
>
> Recovered from her orgasm, Alison has taken up the lifelike
> eight-incher and after cleaning it, she presses the thick bulbous
> head between her legs and shoves. She grunts loudly in discomfort as
> the head begins to pull her smooth hairless labia into her body with
> it, forcing her to stop. Lying back, she holds her pussy lips apart
> and tries again. This time she forces the flared head into her
> vagina, yelping with pain as the flare stretches her more than she
> has ever had to deal with before.
>
> "Hey take it easy." I caution her.
>
> White faced and wincing, she nods, waiting for her vaginal passage to
> become accustomed to the intrusion. After a few moments, color
> begins to return to her face and she slowly relaxes. Carefully, she
> gives the thick shaft protruding from her pussy an experimental
> wiggle and deciding she can bear it, she carefully pushes, slowly
> edging the lifelike vibrator into her body. Finally she stops with
> just over an inch at the base and the control knob protruding from
> between her white, bloodless labia.
>
> "Ready for this yet?" Rene asks, struggling to her feet with that
> obscene black shaft still dangling from her tiny pussy. Now
> comfortable with the massive rod stretching her vagina, she stands
> over her big sister, slowly pulling it almost all the way from her
> body and pushing it back in.
>
> "Give me a minute." Alison says, experimentally sliding about an
> inch of pink plastic from her vagina. She winces a little, as the
> thick shaft briefly sticks then slips with a rush. After another
> experimental movement she begins to pump the thick phallus in and out
> slowly. Gradually increasing the length of her strokes until she is
> fucking herself with nearly the full length of the shaft.
>
> Standing above her, Rene continues to slide the huge black prick in
> and out of her tiny vulva. Her breathing begins to speed up and she
> becomes a little unsteady on her feet, so I reach up to steady her.
> Again she stops as she appears to approach a climax and pulls the
> thick shaft free with an audible pop.
>
> In utter astonishment, I lie with my head between her feet and watch
> as the gaping hole between her legs closes faster then I could
> believe possible, shrinking from an opening large enough to accept a
> small jar, to a tiny hole that looks as if it would protest the entry
> of a pencil. Amazed at the incredible elasticity of this tiny
> preschooler's vagina, I reach up and lightly caress the fat little
> lips of her tiny pudenda. Then I slowly insinuate my smallest finger
> between them and press into a warm, slick sheath, that firmly grips
> my finger in an unbelievably snug embrace.
>
> Removing my finger, I roll over, sit up and pull Rene down into my
> lap. "You've never had an orgasm have you darling?" I ask her as I
> gently stroke my fingertips over the outside of her little slit.
>
> "What's that?" she asks me.
>
> "You get an orgasm," I tell her, "by playing with your pussy until
> you feel so good inside that you don't care about anything else.
> It's like..." I cast around for something a very shy and easily
> scared five year old can understand. As I try to think of something
> within her experience, urgent sounds from Alison draw my attention to
> where she is rapidly sawing the quiescent vibrator in and out of her
> creaming pussy and moaning incoherently. "It's like this." I say,
> reaching across and giving the base of the vibrator a sharp twist.
>
> The sudden and unexpected onslaught of the new sensations brought
> about by the humming toy within her pussy are all it takes to send
> Alison crashing over the edge into a massive orgasm. Her mouth opens
> in a silent scream and her hands hit the bed beside her as she flops
> bonelessly caught up in the sensations that rip through her immature
> pre-teen body.
>
> Between her legs, each powerful, rippling contraction of her juvenile
> vagina forces more of the vibrator from her until it falls free, and
> lies buzzing between her thighs. Without the stimulation of the
> vibrator within her pussy, her climax recedes, sending a few final
> weak shudders through her abdomen.
>
> Rene watches her twitching sister for a few moments longer, then
> turns her wide eyed stare on me. "Would that happen to me if I
> didn't stop when it started to feel scary?" she asks fearfully.
>
> "Uh-huh." I confirm and reassure her, "I know it feels scary to
> start with, but it's a nice scary. Like when somebody throws you up
> in the air and catches you. I know! Have you ever been in a car
> when it goes over a bump and your tummy goes away?"
>
> "Uh-huh." she nods.
>
> "Do you like that?" I ask, hoping for a 'yes'.
>
> "Yeah!" she replies eagerly.
>
> "Well, an orgasm is that sort of scary too." I say.
>
> "What sort of scary?" Alison asks, returning to the world of the
> coherent and entering conversation.
>
> "Like going over a bump in the car and loosing your tummy." Rene
> answers, then asks, "Is a 'gasm really like that?"
>
> "Uh-huh." Alison confirms enthusiastically, "It's even better. It's
> like going right up into the sky on a swing and then you fall down
> and down and down, but you don't hit the ground because all your
> insides explode first, except they don't really. It's better than
> all the ice cream you can eat and all the hugs you ever had. It's
> better than anything."
>
> "Even the hug Mama gives me when I have a scary dream?" the wide
> eyed and probably confused preschooler asks.
>
> "Better than ten hugs." Alison affirms.
>
> "I'm still scared." Rene says, wriggling around in my arms and
> hugging herself against my chest. "Cuddle me?"
>
> Tightening my arms about her, I lay my cheek on top of her soft
> blonde head and whisper soft reassurances, as I gently caress her
> stiff little back. Slowly she relaxes and melts against me until her
> arms hold me, instead of clutching me convulsively.
>
> "Are you ready to have an orgasm now?" Alison asks, earning a
> withering look from me as Rene stiffens slightly.
>
> Chapter 12 - Trust Me.
>
> I wait until the tiny girl in my arms relaxes again and lift my head
> from hers. Then lifting her head with a finger under her chin, I
> ask, "Would you like to play a game, first?"
>
> "What's it called?" she asks, curiously.
>
> "It's called 'Trust me'." I tell her.
>
> "How do you play it?" she asks.
>
> "It's very easy." I say, "The hardest part is trusting me. Do you
> want to give it a try?"
>
> "Uh-huh." she answers in a small voice.
>
> "Ok, first things first." I say briskly, "Alison, would you wrap all
> these toys up in that towel and put the case on the floor. Rene, you
> can help me straighten this bed up a bit."
>
> A minute later, I guide Rene to stand in the middle of the bed and
> pull her hands up to her shoulders, crossing her arms over her chest.
> "Now close your eyes and fall over backwards." I tell her.
>
> "What?" she asks, spinning around and staring up at me.
>
> "I'll catch you," I tell her, turning her back around and putting her
> hands back on her shoulders, "That's why the game is called 'Trust
> Me', you have to trust me to catch you."
>
> "Promise?" she asks, tilting her head back to look up at me with big
> eyes.
>
> "No, no promises, because you wouldn't have to trust me then." I
> say. "Will you trust me?"
>
> "Uh-huh," she murmurs almost inaudibly and nodding.
>
> "Ok, then." I say, "Close your eyes and just lean backwards until
> you fall over."
>
> The first time she falls, she collapses like a puppet with cut
> strings, but expecting this to happen I catch her under the arms
> before her knees touch the bed, and lift her back to her feet. "Ok,"
> I say, "this time, I want you to pretend you are a tree that's just
> been chopped down."
>
> "Uh-huh." she nods.
>
> "Ok, fall." I say and catch her as soon as she overbalances.
> Pushing her back to her feet, I tell her, "Ok, from now on, I want
> you to keep your eyes closed until I tell you to open them. Fall!"
>
> I let her fall a little further this time before catching her and
> pushing her back to her feet. Each time she falls I let her fall a
> little further until, finally her bottom hits the bed softly as I
> catch her shoulders less than six inches from the mattress.
>
> "Ok, now we do it on the floor." I say.
>
> Her eyelids flicker at this, but she manages to keep them closed.
> "Good girl." I praise her. "That's right, keep them closed."
>
> I lift her back to her feet and step down to the floor as I tell her,
> "Now walk until you get to the edge of the bed. Take big steps, I
> won't let you fall."
>
> Having a very firm mattress, the bed is perfect for this and she
> confidently steps forwards, trusting me to tell her when to stop.
> Instead I let her take a step out into thin air and catch her in my
> arms as she topples with a thin scream.
>
> "You said you wouldn't let me fall." she accuses me.
>
> "I know, I lied." I say unrepentantly, "But I got you trusting me
> and I did catch you. Didn't I?"
>
> "Uh-huh." she nods.
>
> "And you'd trust me to catch you on the floor, wouldn't you?"
>
> "Uh-huh." another nod.
>
> "Would you trust Alison?" I ask.
>
> Rene eyes her sister for a few moments considering this, before she
> confidently answers, "Yes." then qualifies it, "Sometimes."
>
> "Will you trust me to give you an orgasm?" I ask, "It won't be like
> the one Alison had, I'll make it a little one. It will still be a
> bit scary, but I'll be there to catch you."
>
> "Ok," she agrees, a little fearfully.
>
> "It's Ok, Rene," Alison says, "I was scared too, last night. Really
> scared. But afterwards I loved it."
>
> "Really, you was scared too?"
>
> "Uh-huh, I nearly wet my pants." Alison confirms, "I would've too if
> I had any piddle left."
>
> Hearing this, I give Alison a direct look and she flushes as she
> explains, "I didn't tell you, because I didn't want you to stop."
>
> "I'm ready now." Rene announces, "What do I do?"
>
> "All you have to do is relax, and let me hold you," I tell her, "I'll
> do all the rest."
>
> "Ok," she nods.
>
> I pile up the pillows at the head of the bed and recline against
> them, pulling Rene into my lap. Then in the same hypnotic tones that
> I'd used on her earlier, I tell her to relax, continuously reassuring
> her that I'm there to hold her. I gently stroke the front of her
> body from her neck down to her knees, carefully avoiding the plump
> little mound at the juncture of her thighs.
>
> With each pass of my hands, I feel the tension fall from her tiny
> frame. When I ask her how she feels, she responds with a dreamy,
> "Nice."
>
> As I begin to trace the creases between the tops of her thighs and
> her pussy, she tenses slightly, then relaxes as I continue to murmur
> reassurances into her hair. Lifting one hand to her chest, I
> discover that it is so narrow, that I am able to brush my fingertips
> over both tiny pink nipples at the same time. Under my fingertips,
> they harden, feeling like tiny ball bearings under the slightly
> crinkled skin.
>
> Under the fingers of my other hand, I feel the fat lips of her little
> pussy begin to warm and grow slightly and I add a third finger,
> tracing the crease that divides her labia as well as the creases to
> either side. Almost instinctively, she pushes up against my hand and
> I move my hand to her stomach, pushing her back down and telling her
> to relax and let me do everything.
>
> When I move my fingers back to her tiny vulva and resume stroking it,
> I begin to push a little harder, though still keeping my fingers on
> the outside. With each stroke, I push my fingers a little between
> her legs and they gradually part until I am able to reach the tiny
> seep of moisture, flowing from her vagina.
>
> She shivers as I begin to draw this moisture up on my middle finger
> and smear it along the length of her slit. Then on the third or
> fourth pass, I press inwards hard enough to part her plump little
> pussy lips and brush my finger over the tiny opening between her
> legs. This time as I pull my fingers up, I maintain the pressure and
> draw the moisture up between her labia, stopping just short of her
> tiny clit.
>
> As my gentle ministrations continue, her breathing quickens and her
> tiny, narrow hips rock involuntarily, causing my finger to come into
> contact with the tiny, rock hard, pea sized nubbin of her clit. She
> gasps at the contact and pushes into it, letting me know that she is
> ready for the final step.
>
> The next time my fingers slide down into the warm, slick gap between
> her legs, I press harder, pushing just the very tip of my finger into
> her vagina, then withdraw it, gently dragging the entire length of my
> finger, between her pussy lips and over her clit. She moans deep in
> her throat and pushes back against me, as her body instinctively
> reacts to these new sensations, while my soothing voice quells her
> fears.
>
> Back and forth I slide my finger, entering the warm, slick embrace of
> her vagina more and more deeply with every pass until finally, my
> palm cups her warm, slippery mound at the bottom of every stroke.
> Her breathing now comes in short shallow gasps, punctuated by little
> peeps of excitement and under my fingers her heart flutters like a
> little bird.
>
> Only seconds later as I withdraw my finger and push it back into her
> tight little hole, she cums, with gentle undulations rippling up and
> down her belly, as her vaginal walls rhythmically contract and relax
> around my finger and she chirrups like a baby bird.
>
> I wait until her little pussy stops nibbling on my finger and she
> opens her eyes and tilts her head back to look up at me lovingly,
> before I take my hand from between her legs. "How was that?" I ask
> softly.
>
> "Nice." she replies, "It wasn't scary at all. Can you do it again?"
>
> "Later Punkin, I think it's time we got up and had something to eat."
> I say as I absently bring my finger up to my face and sniff the
> sweet delicate aroma of her spend, then avidly suck it clean.
>
> "Can I have some?" Alison asks.
>
> Without waiting for an answer, she grabs my wrist and starts sucking
> on my fingers, slurping noisily and making great lip smacking noises
> of enjoyment.
>
> "Hey! She's getting it all." Rene protests.
>
> "Well there's plenty more where that came from." I say, sliding my
> other hand down over her belly and wetting a finger in her vagina.
>
> I bring the finger up to her face and gently brush it over her lips.
> She tentatively licks them and then like her sister she eagerly
> attacks my finger. All too soon the thin coating of sweet juices is
> gone and she pushes both of her own hands down between her legs for
> more.
>
> She sucks the fingers of one hand into her mouth and offers the other
> up to me. I gladly accept, making her giggle when I engulf it to the
> wrist and suck hard as I pull it from between my lips.
>
> But when she goes to collect another double handful of juices, I stop
> her saying, "That's enough for now Punkin. Let's hop in the spa and
> have some breakfast."
>
> "But there's still more." she objects.
>
> "And there will be as long as you keep rubbing yourself down there."
> I tell her, rolling her over in my lap and playfully swatting her
> backside.
>
> "Ouch!" she giggles, pushing her little bum up and waggling it.
>
> "Oh want some more do you?" I ask.
>
> "Yes please." she giggles.
>
> I deliver four more light swats, counting them off, "Two, three,
> four, five." and roll her out of my lap.
>
> When I step down onto the floor, I kick the towel wrapped bundle of
> ersatz cocks and send them skittering across the floor. As I bend
> over to pick them up, I ask, "How did you find these Rene?"
>
> Chapter 13 - Confessions of a peeper.
>
> "I saw Mama washing one once and she said it was a special toy for
> big girls, so I sneaked into her room and hid and she came in and she
> put it away. And then she went shopping and Alison was watching TV
> so I snuck back in here and locked the door and got them out to look
> at them."
>
> "Well how did you know how to use them?"
>
> "There's some books with pictures in there too." she scrambles from
> the bed to rummage around in the space under the wardrobe, returning
> with a double handful of x-rated magazines. "See?" she holds them
> out to me.
>
> "Lemme see!" Alison says excitedly, trying to snatch them from her
> sister.
>
> "No!" I say taking them, "We can look at them later. Let's get this
> lot washed and put away. Bring the case Alison. Rene put these away
> for now."
>
> I hand Rene the magazines and bundle the dildos back up in a towel.
> Then ushering Alison, who looks longingly over her shoulder at the
> wardrobe, ahead of me, we go to the bathroom.
>
> As I'm wiping the Black Mamba dry I ask Rene, "What ever possessed
> you to try and put this thing in your little pussy?"
>
> "I wanted to be a big girl too." she tells me, "When I could make
> this one fit," she picks up Mr Big, which looks like a log in her
> tiny hands, and says, "I was going to show Mama and show her I was a
> big girl too."
>
> I take the monstrous phallus from her hands, and slowly turn it over.
> Even in my hands, the bloody thing looks deformed. "Rene," I say
> slowly, "Even your mamma doesn't use this one. See," I point to
> where half a price tag still adheres to the shaft, "it's still got a
> label on it."
>
> "And don't be in such a hurry to grow up, it happens way too soon
> anyway." I tell her seriously, "You're a beautiful little girl, who
> I love very much just the way she is and your mama loves you that way
> too."
>
> "Me too!" Alison pipes up and bends to give her little sister a kiss
> that curls my toes to watch. "Whew," Alison gasps when they part,
> "she's a good kisser isn't she?"
>
> "Just wait until she's had a bit more practice." I say. dropping
> the last of the dildos into the case and snapping the lid down.
>
> After putting the case away and telling both girls to leave it and
> the magazines alone, I usher them out of the room asking, "Any body
> need to pee?"
>
> Rene answers in the affirmative, and leads me towards the toilet. As
> she climbs up onto the seat I ask her if she want's me to help again.
>
> "No, I want you to stand here." she takes hold of my hips and pulls
> me closer, until my cock is right in her face. "You said I could
> have another taste." She says, and sucks my limp prick into her tiny
> mouth. Almost immediately it begins to grow under the influence of
> her baby like sucking.
>
> "Cool!" Alison says from the doorway and I turn my head to see her
> slide her hand between her legs and cup her pussy.
>
> As my cock continues to expand, it quickly fills the sweet, warm,
> cavity of the tiny girl's small mouth. I look back down to her and
> gently take hold of the sides of her head, sliding my fingers under
> her hair at the back and caressing the delicate skin of her cheeks
> with my thumbs. I cradle her head, letting her feel my love, but do
> not restrict the movements of her head as the bulbous glans presses
> at the back of her throat and forces her head back.
>
> She tilts her head back slightly. her deep blue, almost violet eyes
> looking up at me lovingly, from beneath long pale lashes. Bringing
> both hands up she wraps her tiny fingers around the rigid shaft of my
> member and holds it steady as she pulls her mouth off the end with a
> pop and gives the tip a quick kiss.
>
> "That felt funny." she giggles. "I like it when it grows in my
> mouth."
>
> She then opens her jaw wide and pushes her tiny lips back over the
> tip, and starts sucking again. At first, I let her go, but as it
> becomes obvious that she is going to do nothing more, I gently apply
> pressure to the back of her head and pull her further onto my cock,
> stopping just as the tip brushes the back of her throat. She looks
> up at me trustingly as I guide her head back and forth a couple of
> times and when I release the pressure, she continues the motion of
> her own accord, fucking me gently with her face.
>
> After a few seconds she pulls off my cock, to swallow the saliva that
> has pooled in her mouth and I tell her, "Push up with your tongue and
> lick it all over too sometimes."
>
> Straight away, she sticks out her tiny tongue and licks from the root
> to the tip, making me twitch and gasp as the tip passes over the
> sensitive skin of my fraenum. She giggles at my reaction and flicks
> her tongue over the sensitive folds of skin several times before
> taking me back into her mouth again.
>
> This time, as she rocks her head back and forth, she presses up
> against the underside with her tongue, especially as the sensitive
> folds of the fraenum passes over her tongue. As her confidence
> increases, her head bobs faster and she adds swirling her tongue
> around the tip to her repertoire. The next time she pulls her head
> clear, she drools her spit into her hands and slides her hands up and
> down the length of my shaft as she rubs the tip over her lips and
> cheeks.
>
> The incredible sight of this tiny preschooler, sitting naked on the
> toilet as she services my cock like a seasoned porn star, is almost
> enough to make me shoot there and then, and I groan in reaction.
> Almost as if realising my predicament, Rene lets go of my cock and
> grins up at me. "Are you going to squirt soon?" she asks.
>
> "Soon, real soon Darling." I groan, "Suck it some more please."
>
> Instead of doing as I ask, she gently grasps my balls, one in each
> hand and asks, "What are these?"
>
> "They're my balls Honey, they make my sperm." I tell her.
>
> "What's that?" she asks curiously.
>
> "That's the yummy, creamy stuff that squirts out." Alison tells her
> sister.
>
> The short question and answer session, has been enough to cool me
> down a little and I am able to hold off as she explores the swollen
> purple glans teasingly, with the tip of her agile young tongue. She
> likes my reaction to her spearing the tip of her tongue into the
> gaping slit at the tip and giggles as she gives it a couple more
> pokes, before pushing her lips over the angry purple knob and
> engulfing almost half of my prick.
>
> The sensations of her lips wrapped tightly around my shaft and her
> wet little tongue playing with the sensitive underside of my engorged
> prick drive me to such fiery heights, that I have to take my hands
> from her head before I loose control and try to force myself down her
> tiny throat.
>
> "Oh God!" I groan, "That's a good baby." I start caressing the side
> of her tiny face with the back of my hand. "Suck Daddy's cock for
> him." I moan, fantasising about having a baby daughter of my own.
> Rene briefly pauses when she hears me call myself 'Daddy', then
> resumes her ministrations with even greater enthusiasm, her head
> bobbing up and down and her tiny fingers caressing my spit slickened
> shaft.
>
> "Daddy's little girl is making him feel so good." I moan, "That's it
> baby, Daddy's going to give his little baby a nice big drink of
> cream, real soon. Suck it good baby. Oh, God baby, here it
> cummmms." I groan as the first massive jet of scalding hot seed,
> sears through my cock to splash against the back of my five year old
> lover's throat.
>
> She jerks back as it hits and my second spurt splashes across both
> cheeks of her tiny face. But she quickly recovers from her surprise
> and aims the spurting tip of my cock at her wide open mouth,
> extending her tiny tongue underneath it to catch any drips. I choke
> back howls of unbearable pleasure, as I look down to watch my creamy
> seed, spurt from my painfully distended prick into her waiting mouth.
>
> Wrapping my hand over her tiny fists, I move it up and down on my
> shaft, pumping, my ejaculate into her mouth, watching it coat her
> little, pink tongue and drip in obscene, greasy strands from her
> teeth. Some interminable time later, I strip one last pearly droplet
> from my shaft onto her waiting tongue and still my hand.
>
> Standing on rubbery legs that barely support me, I look down into her
> up turned face. Her tiny face is crisscrossed with pearly strands of
> my semen, where I have missed the mark, and drools in stringy, white
> strands from the corners of her overfull mouth.
>
> As I watch, she carefully closes her mouth and I see her cheeks bulge
> rhythmically as she swirls my cum around, testing the flavour of it.
> A smile quickly suffuses her cum streaked features, and she pulls her
> hands from beneath mine to scoop up the obscene strands that drip
> from her chin and push them between her lips.
>
> A thud, followed by a series of choked squeals, reminds us of
> Alison's presence and we turn our attention to the little ten year
> old, who lies in the doorway, frantically mauling her hairless
> pre-teen pussy with both hands. One hand frenziedly rubbing at her
> clit, while she plunges four fingers of the other in and out of her
> creaming snatch. As we watch, the frantic motions of her fingers
> slow, becoming languorous and gentle as her climax fades.
>
> "Oh wow!" Rene breathes, and I turn back to her. Her fingers are
> pressing against the top of her tiny pussy, gently rubbing back and
> forth as she watches her big sister come down from her climax.
>
> Slipping my hands under her arms, I lift the tiny child from the
> toilet and hold her against my chest as I lick the creamy strands of
> semen from her face, making her giggle as my tongue passes over her
> cheeks and nose. I gently lick her tiny bow like lips and they part
> to allow me to slip my tongue inside and taste the residue of my cum
> that still adheres to her gums and cheeks.
>
> Lifting her higher, I lap up the few gooey droplets that had dripped
> from her chin to her narrow flat chest. I flick my tongue over each
> of her tiny pink nipples, then lick lower, making her squirm and
> giggle as I push her outie belly button in with my tongue.
>
> "Ooh stop!" she squeals, "I haven't done wees yet."
>
> As soon as I hear this, I spin around and sit on the toilet. Lifting
> her higher, I force my tongue between her tightly clenched thighs and
> drag it back through her slit.
>
> "Ooh stop! I'm going to wee, if you don't stop." she squeaks.
>
> "Wee in his mouth!" Alison calls from the doorway, recovered enough
> to sit up.
>
> "That's yucky!" Rene says with a shocked giggle.
>
> "No it's not, he likes it." Alison replies, "I peed all over him
> last night and he drank it and he peed on me too."
>
> A moment later, I make the matter academic, by blowing a zoober onto
> her plump little mound. She squeaks with dismay and I feel dampness
> in my beard. I lift her back a little to look at the trickle of
> moisture that has escaped her body and dribbles down one of her
> thighs.
>
> Before her dismay can become something darker, I lap up the warm,
> salty dribble and force my tongue into the damp hollow, where her
> thighs and fat little labia meet. She yelps at the contact, then
> slowly, almost reluctantly, separates her legs for me. As my tongue
> passes over her pee-hole, she releases an involuntary spurt of salty,
> sweet urine onto my tongue.
>
> Then when I don't pull back in disgust, she cuts loose with full
> force. I quickly cover her tiny mons with my mouth, loosing only a
> few precious droplets as I make the seal. I let the tasty treat flow
> over my tongue, only swallowing enough to leave room for more in my
> mouth.
>
> "He's drinking my wees." Rene cries incredulously.
>
> As the flow slows to a trickle, I gulp down what's in my mouth and
> tickle her pee hole with the tip of my tongue, making her giggle and
> release the last of her pee in short, sharp spurts.
>
> When I lower the little girl to my lap, she surprises me by pulling
> my head down and kissing my wet lips, not even pulling back when she
> slips her tongue between them and discovers that I still have a mouth
> full of her urine. Instead, she forces my lips further apart and
> lets some of it trickle into her mouth.
>
> She pulls back a little and I watch her swirl it around for a few
> seconds testing it, then smiles and gulps it down. She then tilts
> her head back and opens her mouth like a baby bird. Happy to comply,
> I squirt a small spurt into her waiting mouth, smiling as Alison
> gasps in amazement from where she stands behind Rene.
>
> Rene fervently swallows the salty, sweet morsel then opens her mouth
> for more. I feed her the last of my mouthful of her pee in small
> spurts, each of which she eagerly swallows. When I have no more to
> give her, she makes a little noise of disappointment and licks around
> my lips collecting every stray droplet she can locate.
>
> When nothing remains for her to find, she pulls back and looks up
> into my eyes, giggling as she says, "That was naughty."
>
> "Yep, that's what makes it so much fun." I laugh, kissing her nose
> and playfully snapping at it, making her jerk back with a delighted
> squeal.
>
> "Oh wow that was so hot." Alison says, her hand once more rubbing at
> her slit.
>
> "Have you got a drink for me little girl?" I ask, nodding at her
> busy fingers.
>
> "I wish I did." she says with a note of disappointment in her voice,
> "Maybe I'll have some ready after breakfast."
>
> "Good." I say, "Let's have a dip while we wait."
>
> Squealing with delight, Rene scrambles from my lap and runs through
> the laundry to the back door, opens it and darts through. Alison and
> I follow a little more slowly, arriving at the back door just in time
> to see the happy little girl land in the middle of the cover floating
> on the surface.
>
> "Look, I'm walking on water." she cries, standing up and taking a
> wobbling step towards us. A moment later, the edge of the styrene
> bead filled cover dips and dumps her, squealing happily, into the
> water.
>
> The cover rises back to the surface, trapping her beneath it and I
> jump to rescue her. But Alison grabs my hand and pulls me back,
> saying, "She's all right, watch this."
>
> Even as she speaks, I see the cover lift up as Rene stands beneath
> it. A moment later Alison turns on the blower and Rene squeals and
> sputters in giggling outrage. Smiling, I creep up to where Alison
> kneels, her thumb on the button, plant my foot on her rear and push
> her in with her sister.
>
> Throwing back the cover, she turns an indignant glare on me, then
> disappears with a squawk as Rene pulls her feet from under her.
> Chuckling, I pull the cover from the water and step into the roiling
> water with the girls.
>
> As I enter the water they forget each other and turn on me. Climbing
> onto the seats, they jump at me from either side and try to drive me
> beneath the surface. I give them long enough to realise that they
> aren't going to get anywhere, then tighten my arms around them and
> drop to the bottom, pulling them under with me.
>
> As soon as they begin to struggle, I let Alison go and jump back to
> my feet. Peeling Rene's tiny arms from about my neck, I lift her up
> and blow zoobers all over her body until she is helpless with
> laughter. I let her calm down for a few seconds, then with a final
> zoober right over her clit that leaves her gasping, I put her down on
> a seat and stoop to deal with a determined Alison, who is trying to
> shift one of my firmly planted feet.
>
> Without warning, I giver her what she wants and catch her as she
> stumbles backwards. Shrieking and wriggling futilely, she struggles
> to escape, her laughing protests getting louder as I secure both of
> her hands in one of mine and start blowing air into her navel. A
> moment later Rene joins me and we quickly reduce Alison to a
> helplessly giggling wreck.
>
> Sitting down, I set her down beside me and cuddle her against my
> side. Rene worms under my arm on the other side and each time Alison
> begins to recover, she darts an arm across my belly and tickles her
> big sister. I let her get away with it a couple of times, then put a
> stop to it by grasping her wrist and giving her a stern look.
>
> She responds with an impudent giggle and wriggles from my grasp, then
> proceeds to attack Alison from the other side. In the end I have to
> pull her away and subdue her with an overdose of zoobers.
>
> I finally get Rene securely ensconced in my lap, my arms trapping
> hers at her side and I look up to see Alison regarding her little
> sister, almost as if she has never seen her before. A moment later,
> a decidedly retaliatory gleam enters her eye, but at least SHE
> subsides when I give her a stern glance.
>
> A few minutes later, Rene twists her neck in a way that makes me
> wince and asks, "Can you let me go now, please?"
>
> "Can I trust you?" I ask.
>
> She considers the question for a moment, then nods and answers, "I'll
> leave her alone."
>
> "Fair enough." I say, releasing her.
>
> "But I didn't say I'd leave you alone." she giggles, turning around
> and tickling my ribs. This time around I allow her tickling to
> affect me and laugh for her, wriggling just enough that she has to
> work to maintain her seat. I let her have her fun for half a minute
> or so, then trap her hands and pull her up until I can blow a single
> zoober around her belly button.
>
> I then lower her back down into my lap, planting little kisses along
> the way, finishing with a brief but sensuous kiss on the lips. "Ok,
> that's enough of that. Who's ready for breakfast?"
>
> Two shrill, "Me"s answer my question, and we leave a trail of wet
> footprints through the house as we go into the bathroom for towels.
> The girls make me kneel on the bathmat and team up to rub me dry,
> before allowing me to dry them.
>
> As I rub Alison down, my eyes fall on the tiny wisp of nothing that
> she'd been wearing earlier and when I finish, I pick them up and ask,
> "Where on Earth did you get these?"
>
> "Mama bought them for me yesterday." is her answer and a sudden
> thought flits through my head, which I immediately dismiss as an
> absurdity.
>
> "Here, put them on." I say. "They look positively indecent."
>
> Giggling, she slips the tiny pair of knickers on and twirls slowly,
> posing for me. In back, a narrow triangle of thin gauzy fabric
> barely covers the innermost third of her buttocks and does nothing to
> conceal the shadowy crease separating them. As her pirouette brings
> the front panel into view, I'm treated to the sight of her beautiful
> hairless pussy, which is in no way concealed by the scrap of fog
> hugging it. Instead, just as I'd hoped, it makes her look even more
> naked than when she'd been nude.
>
> Rene too, notices the difference, saying, "They're rude."
>
> "Come on nudie," I say, patting her on the bottom, "let's see what we
> can find for you."
>
> Alison and I follow the waggling white bottom into its owner's
> bedroom and she stands in front of her dresser, waiting for me to
> pick her up. As I'd done the night before, I support her on a lifted
> knee and together we rat through her underwear drawer looking for
> something interesting. However, all of the undies in her drawer are
> your basic cotton, 'little girl' knickers, ranging from basic white
> through to cute little animals of all descriptions.
>
> Then without consulting me, Rene wads up a pair of powder blue
> knickers and tosses them in the direction of her wastepaper basket
> and misses.
>
> "Hey, what did you do that for?" I ask.
>
> "They're old and they've got holes in them." she tells me
> dismissively.
>
> "Well, let's see them anyway." I say, lifting her down to the floor.
>
> I pick up the discarded scrap of cloth and hold them up to the light.
> Indeed they do have holes, one about half an inch across to one side
> in the back and two smaller holes in front. "Here, try them on for
> me." I say, kneeling in front of her and holding them open.
>
> She steps into the leg holes and I pull them up. They are quite a
> bit too small for her, but this only serves to outline her tiny,
> plump mound. One of the front holes is right over the crease
> separating her pussy lips, giving a glimpse of her slit, and the
> other reveals a tiny patch of pale white skin on her left hand labia.
> The hole in back also shows off a small expanse of soft white skin.
>
> "What do you think Alison?" I ask turning Rene to face her.
>
> "They're rooood!" she giggles in a little girl voice.
>
> "Now let's see what we can find for me." I say, smiling.
>
> With exaggerated waggles of their tiny bottoms the girls precede me
> into their mother's room and proceed to empty my bag onto the floor.
> A moment later Rene crows in triumph and holds up a leopard print,
> 'cache sex', that an older girlfriend had given me. Giggling, she
> dresses me, having a little trouble stuffing my half hard cock into
> the tiny pouch.
>
> Then, with a little playful pushing and shoving, we line up in front
> of the full length mirrors that form the doors of the wardrobe, to
> inspect ourselves. We present an absolutely obscene sight. A ten
> year old girl, in knickers designed to show off, rather than conceal
> the lines of her hairless, pre-teen pussy. Her five year old sister,
> in knickers so tight, that every fold of her fat little pussy is
> clearly outlined beneath the taught fabric.
>
> And standing between them, with his hands on their shoulders, a
> thirty year old, overly hirsute man with the darkening head of his
> stiffening cock, peeking out of a leopard print posing pouch. A
> moment later, Rene pushes a finger into the hole at the top of her
> slit and my cock shoulders it's way clear of the pouch that can no
> longer contain it.
>
> "Oh he want's a better look?" Alison says, making us giggle.
>
> "Yeah, he knows a couple of sexy young ladies when he sees them." I
> say in reply. "Now come on, let's get breakfast before he decides to
> take a closer look at what's in your knickers."
>
> Running ahead of me, they bolt for the kitchen, and I follow at a
> more sedate pace, which allows me to tuck my cock back inside my
> underwear. When I arrive, they already have most of the makings of a
> cold breakfast on the table and Rene is carrying the milk and orange
> juice to the table as Alison brings bowls.
>
> I make the mistake of allowing Rene to pour her own breakfast. Then
> when I go to clean it up, she won't let me until she has picked each
> and every Rice Bubble out of the young flood and popped it into her
> mouth, as Alison makes noises of disgust. I guess I could, stop her
> easily enough, but her giggling lets me know that she knows this is
> not normally acceptable behaviour, so I let her have her fun,
> confining myself to stern looks and a low rumbling in my throat,
> which she cheerfully ignores.
>
> Chapter 14 - Sprung, Confessions Of A Gardener.
>
> Twenty minutes or so later, as we are doing the dishes, the phone
> rings. Before I can get my hands out of the soapy water, Alison drop
> the plate she is holding on the bench with a clatter and dashes over
> to where the phone is hanging on the wall.
>
> "Hello?" she says. "Oh hi Mama, he's doing the dishes." <pause>
> "Yeah, we're great. How's Daddy?" <pause> "Oh! Well, are you
> having a good time?" <long pause> "That's good."
>
> "Lemme speak to her." Rene squeals tugging on the cord and her
> sister's elbow.
>
> "Yeah, ok." Alison laughs, "Here Rene, Mama wants to talk to you."
>
> "Hi, mama." the excited little girl bubbles, "Yeah, he's nice. I
> wet the bed and he let me sleep with him. And he read me a story
> too. And I love him to pieces." <pause> "Yes mama."
>
> "Here Greg." she hands me the receiver and takes Alison by the hand
> leading her away, "Come on Alison, Mama says we've gotta watch TV,
> b'cause she wants to talk to Greg."
>
> "Hello Cheryl, how are you and CJ?" I ask, "How's the holiday?"
>
> "I'm Great, but CJ's still sleeping last night off. Apart from him
> drinking most of his winnings the trip's been great. We're tied up
> at Barham for an hour or so while they take on water and wood for the
> boiler. Not that they need to, but it gives the tourists something
> to take photos of I guess.
>
> "Are the girls out of ear shot?" she suddenly asks.
>
> "Yeah, they've got some sort of cartoon on." I say, "Why."
>
> "Is my little girl a woman yet?"
>
> Her question shocks the hell out of me, and I respond with a dumb,
> "Huh?"
>
> "Have you done the deed? Popped her cherry? You know, shown her how
> to make a baby?"
>
> "Just what sort of sick, perverted bastard do you think I am?" I
> decide to try the angry approach, to see what the hell is going on.
>
> "The sort that gives a little girl what she wants without hurting her
> of course." she replies, "I know all about Jenny. You see I was
> working in the garden outside and I got to Alison's window while they
> were playing with their hairbrushes.
>
> "I thought it was real cute, Alison learning about sex from her best
> friend exactly the same way I did. But then when Jenny said a man
> was better, my ears really pricked up. I listened in to see if I
> could identify this sick pervert so I could get him put away.
>
> "Well I heard your name, but Jenny kept going on about how nice you
> were and how you always did what she wanted and never forced her and
> how it was her idea in the first place and you tried to talk her out
> of it. That made me realise that getting rid of you would really
> upset at least one little girl who loved you, because she would be
> forced to give evidence against you."
>
> "it would never come to that." I interject, "I'd confess, before I'd
> let her be questioned."
>
> "Even so, she'd still think that she had something to do with you
> going to jail. Anyway, I was just going to make sure that CJ never
> brought you anywhere near my girls.- you see I recognised your name.
> But every time I thought about it, I got wet between the legs and I
> started trying to work out how to go about getting you here without
> CJ being around.
>
> "When Dad had his scare the other day, just before my birthday
> weekend, I manoeuvred CJ into suggesting you and bringing you around
> for the girls to meet. When Rene accepted you, I *knew* that Alison
> would be in the hands of somebody who would give her only what she
> wanted and not try to force anything else on her. And when I saw how
> Alison kept on giving you peeks at her tits and showing off her
> knickers when she thought nobody was watching I knew that she'd
> chosen you to take her virginity."
>
> "You saw that did you?" I ask, recovering enough to laugh.
>
> "Yep!" She laughs back, "So did you make it special for her?"
>
> "Yes," I reply, "I'd like to think so."
>
> "Good." she says decisively, "I want to hear every juicy little
> detail when I get back."
>
> "Uh, yeah." I say, "We still might have a problem though. You know
> how 'shy' is a good word to describe Rene. Well, take the middle
> letter and move eight places down the alphabet."
>
> I listen to her counting through the letters of the alphabet, "I, J,
> K, L, M, N, O, P. P, shy, spy. Oh!"
>
> "Yeah, spy." I say dryly, "While you were doing the weeding, she was
> counting dust bunnies in Alison's room."
>
> "She was under the bed?" Cheryl says, giving a shocked little laugh.
>
> "Correct. Then last night, after we thought she was asleep, she saw
> Alison kneeling between my knees charming the one eyed trouser snake
> - don't worry it was her idea - and this morning, I woke up just in
> time to paint her tonsils."
>
> "Oh god!" Cheryl gasps, "I hope it didn't scare her."
>
> "Surprised her quite a bit and then she saw me looking at her and
> froze. I think it would have been ok, except Alison walked in before
> I could tell her I wasn't mad. She was terribly afraid that we would
> be mad at her, but we both cuddled and kissed her until she felt
> better and then we licked her face and tickled her till she nearly
> wet herself."
>
> "Good. I'd hate to see her get hurt. You haven't tried to fuck her
> have you?"
>
> "No, between my wake up call, and Alison teaching her how to do the
> charming properly. I haven't had the time, nor the energy."
>
> "Well you might have just saved your balls," she says, in jest,
> "because the thought of my little baby girl getting her cherry popped
> is making me soak my drawers, and I don't want to miss seeing it
> happen."
>
> "Ah, that might be a bit difficult, she's been playing with her
> hairbrush too."
>
> "All the better, it won't hurt her when you do, do the deed."
>
> "Guess what else Agent Double-O Five and a bit has been into." I say.
>
> "I'm not sure I want to." Cheryl replies with a groan. "Go on, tell
> me the worst."
>
> "Well, you know your super secret hiding place?" I ask, "It's been
> compromised."
>
> "Oh God no!" she gasps, "Does she know what those things are for?"
>
> "Yep, she found the instruction manuals." I reply.
>
> "There aren't any..." she begins, "Oh!"
>
> "Yeah, they gave her a fairly good idea of what to do." I pause for
> effect. "And she's tried every one of them on for size except Mr
> Big."
>
> "Even I haven't tried that one!" Cheryl gasps, "CJ bought it for me
> as a joke. You mean she's tried everything else? Even the Black
> Mamba?"
>
> "As much as would fit anyway." I say, "God that was obscene, the
> bloody balls were hanging down by her knees and it stretched her so
> much, it looke like the bloody thing was a part of her body. "
>
> "Oh shit, don't say things like that." she gasps, obviously aroused,
> "This is a public phone booth and you're giving me an itch I can't
> scratch. But tell me, how in the hell did she manage to get that
> thing to fit in the first place? "
>
> "Well just about the same time she started playing with her
> hairbrush, she saw you cleaning one of your toys and she decided she
> wanted to be a 'big girl' too. So she went and hid in your room and
> waited for you to put it away."
>
> "I remember that." Cheryl says, "I thought the little shit had gone
> outside."
>
> "And then you went shopping and Alison was watching TV, so Rene
> locked herself in your room and went to work in a very scientific and
> thorough manner. She made it about half way through your collection
> that day and since then, every time she's had a chance, she's tried a
> new toy.
>
> "Her intention was to show you that she was a big girl too, as soon
> as she managed to accommodate Mr Big."
>
> "Oh my God, that thing would split her in half." Cheryl cries in
> shock. "I hope you put an end to that idea."
>
> "Yeah, I convinced her to wait a little while before she grew up any
> more.
>
> "You know, Alison's quite put out by her little sister." I continue
> with a chuckle.
>
> "Why's that?"
>
> "She can only get half way through your collection before she has to
> stop."
>
> "Well there's not much that Rene can beat Alison at yet," Cheryl
> laughs, "but I *could* wish it was something a little more mundane.
> I'd hate to think about what might happen if she starts crowing about
> it."
>
> "Actually, that's more or less how I found out about your toys in the
> first place. Though it was Alison who was doing the skiting. She
> decided to show Rene what she could do, sat in my lap, and then told
> her that she couldn't do it. That made Rene mad and she went to your
> wardrobe and got out your case.
>
> "One by one she demonstrated exactly what would fit, culminating with
> her stuffing four inches of the Black Mamba into her pussy and then
> challenging Alison to give it a try."
>
> On the other end of the line I hear a loud clunk and a series of
> muffled, gasping obscenities. A moment later, Cheryl picks up the
> receiver and apologises, "Sorry about that, you just made me cum
> without touching myself."
>
> Just then, I hear a warning tone and Cheryl hurriedly says, "Shit
> I've got to go, I haven't got any change left. I'll try and call you
> from Swan Hill, but CJ might make that impossible. Christ the way I
> feel now, I might just make sure of it. So if I don't, I'll see you
> when we get back, give my love to the girls and don't go ruining my
> baby girl's virtue until I'm there to <click>"
>
> I hang up the phone and go into the lounge where the kids are
> watching Gargoyles. "Girls, we've got a problem." I say, "Your Mum
> says I'm not allowed to fuck Rene."
>
> "Why not?" Rene asks in the interval that her sister leaves as she
> tries to pick up her jaw.
>
> "Because she want's to watch." I grin, watching Alison's face. Her
> eyes threaten to pop from her head and her mouth opens and closes
> like a goldfish as she tries to digest what I'd just said.
>
> "She want's to watch you fuck Rene?" she gasps, "What about me?"
>
> "What about you?" I ask.
>
> "What did she say about me?"
>
> "Oh she just wanted to know if your first fuck was a good one and
> then we talked about Rene." I ignore Alison as her expression shifts
> from shock to incredulity and say, "Guess what Rene? Your Mama had
> an orgasm right in the phone booth when I told her about how you
> played with her toy dicks."
>
> "Really?" the little girl squeals excitedly and jumps up and down
> chanting "Mama had a 'gasm. Mama had a 'gasm."
>
> Rene becomes suddenly sombre as Alison cries, "Shut up Rene!" she
> then turns scared eyes on me. "She knows about us?" she asks
> incredulously.
>
> "Actually, I only really told her about Rene." I say, "She already
> knew you were going to fuck me before she left."
>
> "She did?" Alison yelps.
>
> "Uh-huh," I nod, "Next time you have a secret conversation, you might
> want to check outside the window as well as under the bed." I say
> with a grin, "Your Mama heard every word and every disgusting noise
> you and Jenny made."
>
> I sit down on the couch and, pat the seat beside me. "Come and sit
> here and I'll explain it a bit better."
>
> A moment later I have a little girl snuggled up against my right side
> and a very little one cuddled under my left arm.
>
> "Ok," I say, "Your mama heard you two, fucking yourselves with your
> hairbrushes and she thought it was cute, because that's how she got
> started too. Then Jenny started talking about men, and your mama
> kept listening, because she wanted to know who I was so she could
> tell the police.
>
> "Lucky for me though, she started to get hot, thinking about you
> fucking someone. And I think she guessed that you were going to do
> it soon anyway, and decided that I sounded like a nice guy and
> wouldn't hurt you like some people would. So when your grandad got
> sick, she tricked your daddy into getting me to babysit. She even
> bought those knickers for you."
>
> "Does this mean I don't have to keep secrets from Mama any more?"
> Rene asks.
>
> "Well not about this anyway." I say, "You'll have to make up your
> own mind about other secrets."
>
> "What about Daddy?" Alison asks.
>
> "Talk to your mother first," I reply, "because I think she's keeping
> it a secret from him. Ok?"
>
> "Ok," she agrees, "What are we going to do now?"
>
> Chapter 15 - A new 'friend'?
>
> "Well what would you like to do?" I ask. Hastily adding, "Apart
> from that." when her eyes drift towards my groin.
>
> "Spoilsport." she grins, "Can we go to the park?"
>
> "Yay park!" Rene gives her vote with a cheer.
>
> "The park it is." I say. "Do you want to make a picnic of it?"
>
> "Yay picnic!" Rene starts bouncing excitedly around the room.
>
> "Alison?"
>
> "Sounds great." she grins.
>
> "Well we'd better get some clothes on and get ready then." I say
> snagging Rene as she passes in front of us. "Come on you, let's get
> dressed."
>
> "Don't wanna." she replies grinning.
>
> "Ok," I say letting her go, "We'll leave you behind."
>
> "Don't care." she says.
>
> "Ok, Alison, let's go." I stand up and pull Alison to her feet.
>
> Leaving Rene standing in the middle of the lounge, we head down the
> hall, separating at her mother's bedroom door. I exchange my posing
> pouch for something a little more comfortable and slip on a pair of
> jeans and a T-shirt. After running a comb through my hair and beard
> and putting on my boots, I scoop up a jacket and go to see what
> Alison is up to, stepping over Rene, who has planted herself in the
> middle of the doorway, as if she isn't there.
>
> I meet Alison as she comes out of her room and she stops to let me
> admire her. She is dressed in a figure hugging denim miniskirt with
> matching jacket. Under the jacket, she is wearing a plain white
> blouse, which is just thin enough to let a hint of her developing
> areolae to show through. On her feet she has a pair of white canvas
> shoes and white ankle socks trimmed with lace. Her shining, golden
> hair is pulled back into a pony tail fastened with a blue velvet
> scrunchie.
>
> She smiles at my low admiring whistle and jumps into my arms, tilting
> her face up for a kiss. I plant one on the end of her nose, making
> her giggle, them lower her back to the ground and take her hand. She
> follows my lead, as I ignore Rene, stepping around her on our way to
> the kitchen.
>
> As we move around the kitchen, packing fruit, making up sandwiches
> and a thermos of tea, we step over and around our little shadow. I
> smile inwardly as the consternation in her expression becomes more
> and more pronounced, but outwardly I show no more awareness of her
> presence than I do of one of the kitchen chairs.
>
> "Ready Alison?" I ask, snapping down the lid on the esky.
>
> "What about me?" Rene ask plaintively, her tiny chin aquiver.
>
> "You're not dressed." I say, hefting the esky and heading for the
> front door.
>
> "Wait! I'll get dressed." Rene cries, running down the hall to her
> room.
>
> "Would you really have left her behind?" Alison asks curiously.
>
> "Of course not," I grin, "but she just found out I'm more stubborn
> than she is."
>
> A few moments later a muffled cry for help, comes from Rene and I go
> to see what the problem is. In her haste to get ready, she has
> become entangled in the dress she is trying to put on, actually
> managing to force her head halfway into the sleeve. Grinning, I peel
> it off her, and help her put it on properly. Handing her a pair of
> pale blue, knee length socks, I get up to look for a jumper, but
> Alison is already holding a bright red parka.
>
> "Thanks." I say, "Shoes?"
>
> Alison reaches under the bed, coming up with a cute little pair of
> sneakers, which she slips onto her little sister's feet.
>
> Bouncing to her feet, Rene slips her arms into the parka I hold ready
> for her, "Ok, I'm ready, let's go." she declares pulling away from
> me.
>
> "Really?" I ask. "Why don't you take a look in the mirror."
>
> She does as I ask and giggles as she lifts her hand to her somewhat
> tangled hair. "Oh yeah."
>
> "Come on, that's soon fixed." I say picking her up and throwing her
> over my shoulder.
>
> In the lounge, I pull her into my lap and quickly, but gently pull
> the tangles from her hair. Gathering her hair in my hand, I send
> Alison to get another scrunchie.
>
> Then I usher them outside and just as I'm about to pull the door
> shut, Rene cries, "My seat!" and forces her way back inside,
> returning a moment later hugging a foam booster seat almost as big as
> she is.
>
> Two minutes later, I have both girls strapped in. In the back seat,
> much to Alison's disgust and I slip in behind the wheel. On our way
> to the park, I stop at a service station for a couple of bottles of
> soft drink and some ice for the esky.
>
> Ten minutes later, I pull up in front of an adventure playground,
> which lies at the end of a dead end street, surrounded by bushland.
> It had been built in anticipation of a housing development that had
> failed due to the recession. During the week it is aswarm with kids
> on their way home from a nearby primary school, but on the weekend it
> is largely abandoned, too isolated for it to be considered safe for
> unsupervised children.
>
> On either side of the street, are several overgrown blocks of land,
> littered with scraps of weathered building materials and the dirt
> from half dug foundations. I know from earlier explorations of the
> area, that the bush behind the empty blocks are only narrow strips,
> about fifty metres deep, beyond which lies similar streets. A paved
> bicycle track links these streets to the park and also to a completed
> development some two hundred meters beyond the bushland behind the
> park.
>
> When I pull up, I'm somewhat surprised to see a skinny little girl in
> a dirty, floral print dress and pink cardigan, with dark curly hair,
> kicking herself, somewhat dispiritedly, back and forth on one of the
> swings, the toes of her scuffed sneakers dragging in the dirt. She
> is so deeply adsorbed in her own sad little world, that she does not
> notice us until she hears the car doors slamming. She looks up with
> a sulky expression, that quickly clears when she sees the girls
> tumbling out of the car.
>
> Leaving me and a suddenly shy Rene to unpack the car, Alison runs
> over to the little girl and starts talking to her. I hand Rene the
> bag containing our cups and other utensils and dump a rubber backed
> rug on top. Taking up the esky, I direct Rene, who can't see over
> the load in her arms, to a sunny patch of grass nearby.
>
> As I shake out the blanket, Alison and her new friend come skipping
> up to us. "This is Anna, Greg, her Mama made her come here because
> she kept on waking up her new baby brother. She lives over there
> behind the trees." Alison waves in the direction of one of the
> adjacent streets. "Can she stay and have a picnic with us?"
>
> "I think Anna's mother might be expecting her back for lunch." I
> say, "Besides, it's still a little early to eat."
>
> "I meant when it was time to eat silly." Alison tells me scornfully.
> "Can she play with us till then?"
>
> "I don't see why not." I reply with a grin, "That is of course if
> Anna want's to play with a couple of little horrors like you."
>
> "Oh I do." Anna says earnestly, "I thought there'd be somebody here
> to play with, because I heard lots of kids yesterday, but I haven't
> seen anybody all day."
>
> "How long have you been living here Anna?" I ask, "I didn't know
> there were any houses on that street."
>
> "Oh there aren't." she replies, "Daddy's building us one, but he got
> hurted and we're living in a caravan, because we had to leave our old
> house."
>
> "Well, why don't we put all of this away and we'll go and see your
> mother, Anna." I say, "We can ask her if you can have lunch with us.
> And there are a couple of things I need to say to her too."
>
> "Ok," she replies a little sadly, "but Mummy will say yes, because
> she says I'm a nuisance."
>
> "That's probably because she's worried about your daddy." I say
> reassuringly.
>
> We quickly bundle everything back up and lock them in the back of my
> car and after unpeeling Rene from my leg and moving her to my
> shoulders, we follow Anna along the bike path to the next street over.
>
> One of the blocks has been cleared and the frame of a house has begun
> to take shape on top of a poured concrete floor slab. Rather
> incongruously, a partially complete bathroom is visible through an
> open door way. It is the only section of the house to have the
> plaster of the walls nailed up. A plastic tarp fixed over the
> ceiling joists protects it from the weather.
>
> Beside the frame of the house is a medium sized caravan, from which
> emerged the thin wail of a hungry baby. Before I can knock, Anna
> flings the door open and bounces inside, earning herself a sharp
> rebuke from a harassed sounding woman.
>
> Chapter 16 - Bread Cast Upon The Waters.
>
> "I'm sorry Mummy," Anna replies, somewhat abashed, "but I wanted to
> ask if I could have a picnic with some girls and their Daddy in the
> park."
>
> "Anything to get you out of my hair." the woman cries, sounding so
> close to tears, that I can't blame her for her uncharitable words.
> "Here, hold your brother so I can make his bottle first."
>
> "His Name's Greg and the big girl is Alison," Anna chatters, "I don't
> know what the little girl is called. He says he wants to talk to
> you."
>
> "They're here?" the woman yelps, sticking her head through the door
> to look at where we stand in an embarrassed huddle to one side of the
> door. "Oh God, I must look an absolute fright," She cries, her hands
> flying to her hair, "I'd invite you in, but the place is an absolute
> pig sty."
>
> I pull the scrunchie from Alison's hair and muss it up then run my
> fingers through my own until it stands on end. "There, we match." I
> say grinning, "Now if you don't mind us inviting ourselves in, you
> look like you could do with a nice hot cuppa."
>
> She giggles, a little hysterically, at me and nods, not trusting
> herself to speak, as she steps back into the van. I lift Rene down
> from my shoulders, holding her on my hip as she won't let me put her
> down and step up after her.
>
> "You sit down there, and I'll fix you a cuppa." I order this strange
> woman. Belatedly apologising, "If you don't mind me taking over for
> a while."
>
> She takes the indicated seat, saying, "No, I don't mind. I don't
> know who you are but I could cheerfully kiss you right now."
>
> "I'm Greg Mills, sometime knight in shining armour," I introduce us,
> "this is Rene and that's Alison making a beeline for your baby. And
> much as it would please me for them to be my children, I have to
> admit that I'm just borrowing them for the weekend, while their
> parents are on holiday."
>
> "I'm Jean Little, no longer a maiden," she smiles wanly, "but very
> much in distress. You've already met Anna, and the 'little bundle of
> noise', is Robert. Now I better get his bottle, before he remembers
> he's hungry."
>
> "No, you sit there, I can see everything I need, and once I've
> plugged the hole in his face, we'll see about you. Ok?"
>
> "Oh, thank you!" Jean says fervently, "My husband slipped when he
> was erecting a roof truss two days ago and broke his hip. I've been
> trying to cope, but between worrying about him and the baby keeping
> me up at night and Anna during the day I'm beginning to lose it."
>
> Working around Rene, who still has her face buried in my shoulder, I
> wash my hands and get a bottle and teat from the sterilising solution
> and after checking with Jean, measure out the right amount of
> formula. When I feel the kettle it is obvious that Jean had been
> waiting for it to cool and that explains the cranky baby. It's still
> a little warm, but I make up the formula anyway, setting it in a bowl
> of cold water for a few seconds to cool.
>
> After checking the temperature, I hold out the bottle to Jean,
> saying, "Mummy spit please."
>
> "Huh?" she says confused.
>
> "Suck the teat for a second," I say, "He'll recognise the taste of
> your saliva and take the bottle faster."
>
> "That's a new one on me." she says after briefly sucking on the
> bottle and grimacing at the taste, "Where did you learn that?"
>
> "My neighbor," I reply, "I also borrow her kid on a fairly regular
> basis. You can do it to his dummy too, it works just as good as
> honey and it doesn't rot their teeth."
>
> Peeling Rene back enough to look into her face, I ask, "Do you want
> to feed the baby?"
>
> She immediately slithers down to the floor and takes the bottle from
> me. I follow her to the other end of the van, where the two older
> girls are struggling to keep Robert's attention. Lifting Rene into
> the middle of the bed, I arrange Robert, who is beginning to whimper,
> in her lap and show her how to hold him and the bottle. He looks to
> be about four months or so old and as soon as the bottle touches his
> lips his fists come up to grasp it.
>
> Leaving the older girls to supervise Rene with the baby, I return to
> the front of the van, refilling the kettle and switching it on, on
> the way.
>
> "Do you have any kids of your own Greg?" Jean asks as I shove a pile
> of nappies aside and sit down opposite her.
>
> "No, not yet." I reply. "I haven't found anybody willing to settle
> down with me yet."
>
> "You're kidding?" she says incredulously, "You know so much about
> them and you worked around having Rene on your hip like you do it all
> the time. God, if I weren't already married, I'd be proposing about
> now."
>
> "I have to warn you, I drool in my sleep." I say laughing. "Mostly,
> I just borrow other peoples kids. That way, you can usually give
> them back when they need changing."
>
> "I can relate to that." she laughs, "Have you ever noticed that they
> save the smelly ones for company?"
>
> "Of course." I laugh back.
>
> "Now, before he finishes his bottle, and the girls come back," I say,
> "there's something I should say."
>
> "Sounds serious."
>
> "Not yet, but it could be. It's about the park. I don't think it's
> a good idea to let Anna play there on the weekends. It's way too
> isolated for her to be there without supervision. It's ok after
> school, because half the kids from the school are there, but it's
> usually pretty deserted on weekends."
>
> "Are you saying perverts hang out there?" she asks, her voice rising
> enough to attract the attention of the kids.
>
> "Shush." I wait for the girl's attention to return to the baby and
> continue, "No, not at the moment, because it is so rarely used on the
> weekend. But it's going to get around that you've started to build
> here and Anna might be in danger then, so I'd keep her close to you,
> until a few people build on the street over there."
>
> "How did you get the land anyway?" I ask, getting up to deal with
> the kettle, "I thought this was all one development that collapsed."
>
> "It is, Sean, that's my husband, used to work for the developers and
> when they went bust, he and the other employees were given land in
> lieu of back pay and redundancy. We wanted a block on the center
> road, but the receivers held onto that, waiting for the market to
> pick up again.
>
> "Most of the others sold their land back to the new owners, but we
> held onto ours and as our lease on the old place expired two months
> ago we decided to move here as soon as Sean could get enough of the
> bathroom finished for us to use it. That way we could save the rent
> money and build faster. Last weekend, we moved into the van here and
> then Sean had his damned fall." she finishes, becoming distraught.
>
> "Here drink this." I say, wrapping her fingers around a mug of
> sweet, milky tea.
>
> "God, how much sugar did you put in this?" she asks after taking a
> sip.
>
> "Enough." I tell her, sitting down with my own mug, "Now drink, you
> need it."
>
> We silently sit sipping our drinks, until Rene interrupts, calling
> out, "He's finished his bottle. He's smiling at me."
>
> "Oops," I say, grabbing a nappy from the pile beside me and throwing
> it over my shoulder, "time for damage control."
>
> I quickly scoop Robert from Rene's lap and lift him to my shoulder,
> patting his back. A few seconds later, he lets go with a sustained
> burp that tells me I'd just averted a major disaster.
>
> Once I'm sure he's not going to present us with any little surprises,
> I check his nappy and finding it dry, I give the girls back their
> living doll and go back to my cuppa.
>
> "You moved quick there." Jean comments.
>
> "I had to," I laugh, "can you imagine the mess there would have been
> when those three made like a trade union and went out in sympathy."
>
> "I can and I thank you from the bottom of my stomach for avoiding it."
>
> "You're welcome." I say, "Now while we have such efficient baby
> sitters, why don't you and I see to cleaning up a bit, you'll be much
> more cheerful, if you're not constantly tripping over reminders of
> what you haven't had the time to do. And then we are going on a
> picnic."
>
> "Oh god, how can I ever repay you?" she says, almost crying with
> relief.
>
> "You don't," I reply, "you do whatever you can to help when you come
> across others in distress."
>
> It takes a surprisingly short time for us to get the van cleared,
> with me in the kitchenette washing the dishes and sweeping the floor
> as Jean puts away the piles of clothing that have accumulated and
> makes the bed. At the same time, I steam sterilise a couple of empty
> soft drink bottles in the microwave and fill them with boiled water,
> giving Jean a head start on Robert's next few bottles.
>
> When she sees what I'm doing, she gives me a heartfelt "Thanks." and
> a quick buss on the cheek, blushing like a schoolgirl.
>
> As soon as we have finished cleaning up, Jean chases me out of the
> kitchenette, beaming her gratitude and saying, "We can at least bring
> our own contribution to the picnic."
>
> As she begins to cut sandwiches for herself and Anna, Anna announces,
> "He's wet Mummy."
>
> I wave her back to the bench, and with Anna to fetch for me, and my
> two to giggle at his little circumcised dick, I quickly have him
> changed and in a fresh pair of rompers. Then when they would reclaim
> their newest toy, I tell them it's time he was put down for a nap.
>
> They give in with good grace and after watching me tuck him into his
> cradle, they retire to the table at the front of the van to play with
> Anna's Barbies. Rene, having gotten over her initial shyness,
> becoming so bossy that I have to rein her in.
>
> Chapter 17 - The Picnic.
>
> Ten minutes later, we are on our way back to the playground. Jean
> and I carrying Robert in a capsule and the girls laden with a basinet
> for Robert, his travel bag, and the food. When we arrive, my two
> dump their loads and make a beeline for the slide, while Anna, in a
> sudden fit of conscience, offers to help us set up.
>
> However Jean sees where her daughter would rather be and taking the
> thought for the deed, thanks her and sends her off with a pat on the
> backside. A few minutes later we have lunch laid out on the blanket,
> and a sleeping Robert transferred to the basinet.
>
> The girls come running when we call, attacking the simple feast as if
> they had not eaten in days. Then when the sandwiches are nothing but
> a memory and the girls are engaged in a giggling belching contest,
> Jean produces a block of chocolate, and distributes it among us.
> Causing Rene to surprise me and her sister, by giving Jean a quick
> kiss on the cheek.
>
> Then, having determined that nothing remains to fill their hollow
> legs, they, try to drag me off to play with them. Laughing, Jean
> shoos me away, saying, "Go on, I'll be fine here with Robert, you've
> given me the first half hour to myself I've had since before we
> moved."
>
> With me to provide the muscle, the first thing they want to try is
> the spinning egg. I beg off, telling them they should let lunch
> settle a bit first. So their next choice is the swings.
>
> Fortunately for them, but not for me, there are three swings on the
> frame and they have me running like a blue arsed fly, as I move from
> side to side giving each of them a push. At first, I give Rene tiny
> pushes, not wanting to scare her, but she soon starts shrieking,
> "Higher, Higher!"
>
> Even when I have all three of them rising above my head on the back
> swing, she continues to exhort me to push her even higher.
> Abandoning the other two to their own devices, I concentrate my
> efforts on Rene's swing and soon have her rising to a height of ten
> or twelve feet at the top of each swing.
>
> When I look to the others, Anna is swaying back and fourth, pumping
> the swing so that she maintains a maximum height of five feet or so,
> while Alison has come to a full halt, her head turning from side to
> side as she incredulously follows her baby sister's movement. Again,
> she looks as though she is looking at her sister for the first time.
>
> Leaving Rene to the forces of gravity and friction, I approach Alison
> and start spinning her swing, winding the chains together for about
> twenty turns before letting her go. Squealing with delight, she
> spins faster and faster, her hair flying out in a diaphanous cloud.
>
> Of course as soon as the other two see this, they want to try it too,
> Anna drags her feet in the dirt to bring herself to a quick stop, but
> Rene, her little legs to short to reach the ground, has to yell for
> me to stop her. I'm not sure that the swings are far enough apart to
> set all three girls spinning at once. So after stopping Rene, I wait
> for Alison to spin down, and dismount.
>
> She manages to take about four reeling steps before she collapses in
> a giggling heap, her head turning on her shoulders as her eyes follow
> the dictates of her inner ears. Leaving her sprawled indecorously on
> the grass, (her skirt barely covering her knickers) to recover on her
> own, I wrap the two outer swings around the support poles.
>
> Having new devilry in mind, I get Anna to lie down in her swing,
> before winding her up. I tell her to pull her legs in if she want's
> to go faster and stick them out straight to slow down. Then lifting
> her swing back and to the side, I release her, with a flick to her
> heels to impart a little extra speed.
>
> Her happy shrieks pierce the air as she curls herself up as tight as
> she can, her spinning swing also moving in a larger circle as it
> winds down. When the movement of the swing has slowed to lazy
> oscillations, she stops herself with her feet, and pulls herself to
> her feet, using the chains. Releasing the chains, she takes three
> staggering steps backwards and caroms of me, landing in a laughing
> heap at my feet.
>
> "My turn!" Rene shrieks, flinging herself over the seat of the swing.
>
> Smiling, I wonder what this adrenalin junkie has done with the shy
> little girl who had been afraid of her own shadow barely six hours
> earlier. I haul Anna to her feet and half carry her over to where
> Alison is sitting, her hair in complete disarray, and a happy smile
> on her face. When I lower Anna to the ground beside her, she flops
> backwards, throwing her arms wide.
>
> After I wind Rene up and let her go, I join Alison and Anna on the
> ground, lying back between them and watching the clouds scud by. A
> moment later, Alison squirms around and makes a pillow of my stomach.
> On my other side Anna sits up and hugs her knees to her chest. Her
> dress falls into her lap and I can see her little bottom tightly
> encased in white cotton and a little higher I can see her pussy
> pushing the fabric out between her legs.
>
> They start talking about the latest exploits of Ken and Barbie and
> not terribly interested in the subject of the conversation, I look
> over towards the blanket. Totally exhausted by the last couple of
> days, Jean now lies fast asleep, curled protectively around Robert,
> who she has moved onto the blanket with her.
>
> A short time later, Rene staggers from the swing, somehow or other
> keeping her feet until she encounters mine and falls on top of her
> big sister. Alison cries out loudly in surprise and pain and I hear
> Robert begin to fuss. I look over to the blanket and see Jean sit up
> and rock him back and fourth, comforting him.
>
> When he has settled down, she changes his nappy and then tucking him
> under one arm, she comes over to us. "I think it's time we went home
> Anna." she says, "Robert's spent enough time in the sun for one day."
>
> "Do I have to?" Anna asks beseechingly.
>
> "Well I don't think we should impose on Greg any more." Jean tells
> her daughter, "He's already been more helpful to us than we have any
> right to expect."
>
> "Where's the imposition?" I ask, "I'm already here with these two
> and it's no chore to keep my eye on another. If you want to continue
> your half holiday I'll bring her home before we leave."
>
> "Well if you're sure." Jean says.
>
> "I'm sure." I reply, "It's no problem."
>
> "Well, ok then. Can you send her back about three o'clock, if you
> don't want to leave before then. I want to get up to the hospital to
> see Sean." she smiles down to her daughter. "You be good now."
>
> "Yes Mummy." Anna replies cheerfully, trotting back to the blanket
> with her mother and helping her to pack up the baby's things.
>
> Jean declares that she's perfectly fine, when I offer to help her
> carry the things back to the van and heads off across the park to the
> bike track.
>
> Chapter 18 - Little Exi-piss-ionists And Monkey Tricks.
>
> "Well what now?" I ask.
>
> "The egg" is their unanimous reply.
>
> I let them haul me to my feet and lead me over to it. We clamber
> inside, with Rene and I opposite Alison and Anna. Then taking hold
> of the wheel in the center, I start turning it, going faster and
> faster. When it gets to the point where I can't grip and release
> quickly enough to go any faster, I carefully let myself back against
> the wall, being careful not to crush Rene.
>
> With their weight's almost tripled, their laughter is somewhat
> strained as they make astronaut faces at each other and try to lean
> into the center. Rene then discovers the fun of lifting her arm and
> letting it go limp so that it thumps me in the stomach.
> Unfortunately for me, under the high G's of the spinning capsule, her
> tiny arm has all the impact of a medicine ball, being winded under
> normal conditions ain't funny, at something like two and a half G's
> getting your breath back becomes almost impossible. In fact by the
> time I do, Alison has brought the capsule to a standstill and is
> blowing on her hands to cool them.
>
> A tiny tug on my sleeve makes me look down at Rene, her expression
> like that of a dog expecting to be kicked, "I'm sorry. Are you all
> wight?" she whispers almost crying.
>
> "Oh Honey," I say, pulling her onto my lap and cuddling her, "it's
> all right, I know you didn't really mean it."
>
> "You sure?" she asks.
>
> "Yes I'm sure," I reassure her, "now give me a kiss and we'll forget
> it. Ok?"
>
> She tilts her head back for me and meets my lips with her own
> slightly parted. Although I would like to extend this kiss, I'm
> conscious of Anna's presence, so I keep it brief. As we separate,
> some wicked little imp makes her flick her tongue across my lips and
> a moment later, she gives me a decidedly naughty grin.
>
> Across from us, Alison and Anna have their heads together and are
> holding a conversation in low tones, thinking that I'm still
> comforting Rene, but I have no trouble hearing what they are saying.
>
> "I need to pee." Alison is whispering.
>
> "Me to." Anna replies, "I'll take you to my place."
>
> "There's nobody around," Alison says, "why don't we just do it here."
>
> "What about him?" Anna asks, shocked.
>
> "So what," Alison says dismissively, "he's seen me before. We don't
> wear anything in the spa and then afterwards we had a shower
> together. You know how the water makes you want to pee if you
> haven't been for a while? Well we thought it was pretty silly to get
> out so we just did it there."
>
> "You mean you've seen his thingy?" Anna asks, her voice rising to a
> point where I have to take notice.
>
> "Alison," I ask, "what are you saying?"
>
> "I was just saying how we don't wear anything in the spa and how we
> just peed in the shower afterwards because it was silly to get out."
> she explains.
>
> "Why?" I ask.
>
> "Because we need to pee and I don't want to go back to Anna's." she
> tells me, "Can we do it here?"
>
> "You most certainly can't do it in here." I say pointing at the
> floor, deliberately misunderstanding her.
>
> "No silly," she giggles, "outside. There's nobody who can see."
>
> "Well, I don't know." I say slowly.
>
> "I need to go too." Rene says from my lap, "Real bad."
>
> "Well, I guess It'll be ok, but we'd better move back into the bush."
> I say, trying to sound reluctant.
>
> Without further ado, Rene slides from my lap and holding my hand she
> leads me out of the capsule, dragging me at a half run towards the
> trees and scrub on the other side of the bike track at the back of
> the park.
>
> As soon as we are out of sight of the park and the bike track, she
> pulls her knickers down to her ankles and lifts the hem of her dress
> up to her waist, then squats in the dirt, half facing me. "Oh I'll
> get my undies." she says and stands back up to strip them off and
> hand them to me.
>
> This time when she squats, she faces me directly and I get a perfect
> view of her little puffy slit. A moment later she cuts loose with a
> strong, golden stream that spatters into the dust and leaf litter
> between her feet. As she pees, she holds her head down, watching the
> piss emerge from between the fat halves of her hairless baby pussy.
>
> As she finishes and stands up, Alison lifts her skirt, showing off
> her skimpy little knickers, her bald cunt clearly visible through the
> practically transparent fabric.
>
> "Oh wow!" Anna gasps, "Where did you get those knickers?"
>
> "Mama gave them to me." Alison replies with a grin, "Aren't they
> naughty?"
>
> "I'll say," Anna says in a strange tone, "It almost looks like you
> aren't wearing any at all."
>
> "Well now I'm not." Alison giggles, stripping them off and handing
> them to me.
>
> When she squats, she does so in a fashion, that lets all three of us
> see between her legs. She places her feet as far apart as she can
> manage, then as if that is not obscene enough, she separates her
> labia with her fingers. Showing off every square millimetre of the
> inside of her pussy, from the small, glistening, pink hole at the
> base to her erect little clit at the top of her slit. As I watch,
> her urethral opening bulges and opens up, emitting a strong, yellow
> stream of urine onto the dirt.
>
> Giggling, she begins to play with the flow, cutting it off completely
> and then expelling it in short, sharp bursts. Then, as her bladder
> empties, she reduces the flow to a mere trickle that runs down
> between her labia and over the entrance to her vagina and then her
> arsehole, to drip from the end of her tail bone. She finishes with
> three quick spurts then takes her time standing up, grinning wickedly
> all the while.
>
> By this time, poor Anna is standing with her legs crossed and her
> hand pressed into the junction of her thighs. "You won't tell Mummy
> will you?" she asks, looking up at me beseechingly.
>
> "No, I won't tell her." I reassure her.
>
> "Promise?"
>
> "I promise"
>
> Grimacing with the strain of holding her pee, she modestly slips her
> hands under the skirt of her dress and quickly pulls her knickers off
> and hands them to me. A moment later, she pulls her dress up to her
> waist and drops into a squat so quickly that my knees ache in
> sympathy. So urgent is her need, that even before her bottom hits
> her heels, she is pissing into the dirt.
>
> Her large pussy lips are so tightly closed that the stream sprays a
> little wildly and wets her legs. With a strained grunt, she shuts
> off the flow and she uses her fingers to pull the plump lips of her
> mound apart. Her inner labia are surprisingly well developed for a
> girl of her age, and at the point where they meet, the tip of an
> amazingly large clit peeks from its hood. At the base of her slit,
> her vaginal entrance is little more than a puckered, pink dimple with
> a tiny dark hole at the center.
>
> A second later, she sighs, pushing the pee from her body in a golden
> arch. Fifteen seconds or so later, the flow slackens to a dribble
> that flows over dimple marking the entrance to her vagina, making her
> giggle a little at the tickling sensation.
>
> A moment later, she stands, letting her dress fall and looks up into
> my face, blushing prettily.
>
> "Come on," I say, "let's get your legs dried off."
>
> Jamming their knickers into my pocket, I lead them back to the
> blanket, smiling at the conversation that begins behind me.
>
> "Piddling like that in front of him made me feel all funny." Anna
> whispers, to Alison.
>
> "Where?" Alison asks, "In your pussy?"
>
> "Is that the place between my legs?" Anna asks, "That's where it
> felt funny, sort of tingly."
>
> "Yeah." Alison answers, "When I feel like that, I sometimes rub my
> bumpy bit and it feels even better."
>
> Pretending not to hear their conversation, when we reach the blanket,
> I rummage through the bag we'd brought our plates in for napkins.
>
> "Mummy say's I'm not supposed to touch myself there." Anna says,
> "She says it's nasty."
>
> "No it's not." Alison says, "I do it all the time and it feels
> really, really good. And MY Mama says it's all right too."
>
> "Here you go girls." I say, holding out a handful of paper napkins.
>
> They each take one and Anna watches as both Rene and Alison pull
> their hems up to their waists and push their hips forwards, almost in
> my face. Spreading their labia with their fingers, they wipe their
> pussies dry. Alison then drops her napkin on the grass and very
> deliberately runs her finger back and forth in her slit a couple of
> times, going so far as to insert the first joint of her finger into
> her vagina. Only when I give her a warning look does she take her
> hand away and drop her skirt.
>
> "See?" she says to Anna.
>
> Blushing, Anna pulls up her dress, just enough to clear her well
> developed pussy and immediately covers it with the napkin and her
> hand. She slowly wipes herself dry, then covers herself up again as
> she wipes up the errant droplets bespattering her legs.
>
> Picking up Alison's napkin by a corner, I hold it out to her and
> point at the nearby bin. She gingerly takes it from me and all three
> of them 'do the right thing', disposing of the soiled wads of tissue.
>
> I hold out their knickers to them when they return, but as Anna
> reaches for hers, Alison asks, "Can we leave them off? The air feels
> nice on my bare pussy and bum."
>
> "If you want to." I reply, feeling more comfortable with Anna's
> presence now that I know she's unlikely to tell her mother about
> anything.
>
> "Good, the breeze makes my pussy tingle. What about you? Is your
> pussy tingling?" she finishes, turning to Anna.
>
> "Yeah, sort of." Anna replies blushing. "Can we?" she asks me,
> "You can't tell Mummy though."
>
> I mime buttoning my lip, making her giggle. After putting their
> knickers into my bag, I let the girls lead me over to the see-saw.
> All three of them cram onto one end and I take the other. Even with
> all three of them to counter balance me, I have to sit in, a good two
> feet from the end, to level it.
>
> From where I sit, I have a perfect view up under Rene's little dress
> and I happily drink in the sight of her perfect, little, baby pussy
> as we rock up and down. Nor does it take very long for her to notice
> the direction of my gaze. With a wicked grin, she moves one hand
> back between her legs and starts playing with her puffy slit, rubbing
> her fingers up and down the full length of her little crack, pushing
> her fingertip into her vagina at the bottom and making little circles
> over her clit at the top.
>
> Then, just as she starts to become aroused, Alison gets a wicked
> thought of her own and whispers something to the other two. A few
> seconds later, as their end touches the ground, all three of them
> fall sideways off the see-saw. Fortunately for my tail bone, I'd
> guessed that was what she had had in mind and I get my feet under me
> in time to keep from crashing into the ground.
>
> A second later, I forget all about what sort of revenge I will
> extract, as Anna starts crying, her hand pressed to the inside of her
> thigh. Quickly, I move over to where they lie in a tumbled heap and
> kneel down.
>
> Gently, but firmly I pull her hand away, to find a raw looking scrape
> about two inches long and a nasty looking black splinter, about half
> an inch long, under her skin about three inches down from her pussy.
> "Ouch!" I say, "That's got to hurt."
>
> "It does." she sobs, curling up to look at it.
>
> "Well come on then," I say, scooping her up in my arms, "lets go over
> to the blanket and get it out."
>
> Kneeling on the blanket, I gently lie her down, lifting the hem of
> her dress up onto her belly. To get at the splinter, I have to rest
> the side of my hand on her smooth mound, the tip of my little finger
> actually pressing into her tight slit over the entrance to her vagina.
>
> Fortunately, about an eighth of an inch of the thick, evil looking
> splinter still protrudes from her skin. Not giving her any warning,
> I take hold of the end and holding her leg down, I give it a quick
> jerk, extracting it from her thigh. She jumps at the sudden pain,
> and her sobs, which have almost stopped, resume with renewed force.
>
> Lifting her into my lap, I cup her warm little bottom in my hand and
> rock her back and forth, apologising and explaining why I had to do
> it that way. Gulping, she gets her tears under control and smiles up
> at me wanly.
>
> Taking my handkerchief, fortunately clean, from my pocket, I gently
> dry her tears, then ask if I can take another look. Nodding, she
> lies back down on the rug, pulls her dress up, and spreads her
> thighs. There is a tiny bead of blood, at the point where the
> splinter had pierced the soft white skin of her inner thigh.
>
> "I'm sorry," I say, "but I'm going to have to hurt you again. I want
> to squeeze some more blood out to wash out any dirt that's still in
> there. Will you be a brave girl for me and let me do it?"
>
> Pulling her lower lip between her teeth, she nods jerkily, lifting
> her leg up for me. Again I rest the side of my hand on the soft,
> warm skin of her little pussy, then warning her this time, and giving
> her my handkerchief to bite on, I place my thumb and forefinger
> either side of where the splinter had been and squeeze out a large
> drop of blood.
>
> She grunts with the pain, and when I look to her face, I see two
> shimmering tears pooled in the corners of her eyes. Taking a napkin
> from the bag, I gently dab up the blood, and then folding it into a
> thick pad, I hold it over the scrape on her leg and use my
> handkerchief to tie it in place.
>
> "How's that?" I ask, lifting her to stand in front of me. "Better?"
>
> "Yes." she nods, then throwing her arms about my neck, she kisses me
> softly and says, "Thankyou."
>
> "You're welcome." I say, hugging her back. "Do you want to go home?"
>
> "Uh-uh." she shakes her head. "It's better now. See?" She takes a
> few steps, grimacing once as her thighs brush together.
>
> "Well, ok, if you're sure." I say, pushing myself to my feet and
> taking her hand, "Come on, let's watch these two burn their bums on
> the slide."
>
> My little joke has the desired effect, cheering her up a little and
> making her giggle softly. She then looks up at me and asks, "Can I
> have the splinter so I can show Mummy?"
>
> "Sure." I say. "If we can find it."
>
> All three of us cast about the blanket and a minute later Rene gives
> a triumphant cry, holding her hand up with the splinter between thumb
> and forefinger. Taking it from her, I find an empty bagie in my bag,
> seal it inside and drop it in with their knickers.
>
> Hand in hand, we follow Alison and Rene to the big spiralling slide,
> and watch them climb the ladder, their little white bums, flashing at
> us from beneath their skirts. At the top, Alison makes a production
> of sitting on the back of her skirt, and pushes off with a whoop of
> joy, quickly descending to the bottom and running back around to the
> ladder. Rene too carefully tucks her dress under her bottom as she
> sits down and descends with a delighted shriek, that ends with a
> grunt, as she lands with a bump in the coarse sand at the bottom.
>
> After watching them a couple of times, Anna decides that she is well
> enough to have a go for herself. Little white bum flashing under her
> skirt, she climbs the ladder and shrieking happily, she descends to
> the bottom. The next time around, she wants to make a train and she
> wants me to join in.
>
> The other two gleefully fall in with her idea and a moment later, I
> find myself ascending the ladder with three cute white bottoms and
> flashing hints of hairless pink cracks above me. As they are
> ascending in order of age, I find Alison's bum almost in my face, and
> a sweet musky odour in my nose that almost sends me wild with desire.
>
> A second later, it is in my face, as she suddenly stops and thrusts
> it back. I blow a zoober into the pale soft flesh of her flawless
> young backside, making her squeal with laughter and push back against
> me. Opening my mouth I gently bite into her tender white bottom and
> she gets the hint, pulling away with a final shimmy and a giggle.
>
> When we reach the little platform at the top, Anna asks incredulously
> of Alison, "Did you just fluff in his face?"
>
> "No silly," Alison giggles in reply, "He blew a fart on my bottom."
>
> "Well she stuck it in my face." I say defensively, as Anna turns a
> wide eyed stare on me.
>
> Giggling, they arrange themselves at the top of the slide, holding
> onto the sides whilst I slide my legs in beside them and wrap my arms
> about their waists. With whoops of joy, they let go and quickly
> gathering speed, we descend to the bottom. Just before we reach it,
> I let go of the girls, letting them shoot off the bottom in a happily
> shrieking tangle of arms and legs, stopping myself so that I don't
> land on top and crush them.
>
> On the next ascent of the ladder, Rene takes the rear and about half
> way up, she presents her tiny bottom for a zoober. Smiling, I set
> her flesh aquiver, delighting in the sweet sound of her laughter so
> much, that I have to press my lips to the other side and do it again.
>
> At the top, Alison gives me a mock dirty look for the double blast
> I'd given her sister as they take up their positions and wait for me
> to slip in behind them. As we descend, Alison's hair flies back,
> tickling my face and my laughter joins theirs. Once again, I dump
> them, shrieking with shrill girlish laughter, into the sand. As they
> land in a jumbled heap, they give me tantalising glimpses of their
> sweet young pussies as they untangle themselves.
>
> On the third ascent, the other two, push a furiously blushing Anna to
> the rear, but as she makes no actual objection, I don't interfere.
> As we ascend, I drink in the enchanting view of her little white
> buns, and the tight slit that briefly appears and vanishes at the top
> of her thighs. Indeed, I'm engrossed at the sight, that when she
> stops, I continue, bumping into her, my nose slipping between her
> small white buttocks.
>
> She squeals at the unexpected contact, almost falling back against
> me, then steadies herself, waiting for me to blow into the milky
> white flesh. Happy, nay, eager to comply, I blow half a dozen or so
> quick zoobers, on her little bottom, making her squeal joyfully, and
> pull away, then push back for more.
>
> When I stop, I imagine I can detect a slight whiff of little girl
> musk as she falteringly, finishes her ascent. At the top, as we slip
> into place, I overhear her confide in a whisper to Alison, "That made
> my pussy place tingle."
>
> Alison giggles in reply, saying nothing, as she waits for me to slip
> in behind them. At the bottom of our whooping descent, I brake
> myself only briefly, before throwing myself over the giggling trio,
> catching myself on my hands as they shriek in mock terror.
>
> Having exhausted the possibilities of the slide, they tow me over
> towards the intricate jungle gym and start swarming all over it,
> Alison then Rene flashing their backsides at me whenever the
> opportunity presents itself. A minute or so later, Anna blushingly
> joins in, deliberately facing me and climbing the ladder to the
> monkey bars two steps at a time.
>
> As their play continues, they become bolder in their activities,
> vying with each other to see who can put on the naughtiest show,
> consciously facing me as they climb and turning their backs to me
> whenever they bend over. As my cock stiffens in my pants, Rene ups
> the ante, grasping a low bar and somersaulting through her arms,
> briefly hanging with her dress in the small of her back and her
> bottom on display, before dropping to the sand and standing up.
>
> Anna's blushing display, starts with her climbing the ladder of the
> monkey bars two at a time, then pulling herself onto the top and
> crawling along to the center. Then turning sideways, she grabs the
> rail beside her knees and drops, swinging back and forth a few times.
> With her dress pulled high by her arms stretched above her head, the
> hem barely covers her pussy and as it flaps in the breeze of her
> motion, I'm treated to tantalisingly brief glimpses of her little
> slit. A few seconds later, she drops to the sand, her knees bending
> to take the impact and then falls back onto her hands, her amazingly
> mature mound with it's tight young slit on deliberate display for
> several seconds before she brings her widespread thighs together and
> pushes herself to her feet. Blushing furiously she turns to watch
> what Alison will do.
>
> Alison's lewd display begins with her climbing onto the top of the
> monkey bars and straddling them, her tight denim skirt bunched up
> around her waist as she humps her way along to the middle. Then
> checking to be sure we are watching, she hooks her legs over one bar,
> and lowers herself between it and the next, briefly hanging by her
> hands and knees. Then letting go with her hands she hangs upside
> down, her smooth, hairless mound bulging prominently at the junction
> of her thighs as she swings back and forth. Then pulling herself
> back up, she somersaults through her arms, and spreads her legs wide
> for a couple of seconds before letting go and dropping to the sand.
>
> Rising with a smirk for me, she takes Anna aside, their heads
> together as they talk, punctuating their whispers with, wicked little
> giggles on Alison's part and embarrassed ones on Anna's. I worry for
> a bit that Alison might spill the beans, but though Anna does throw a
> few looks my way, they are those of a little girl making sure they
> are not being overheard and I decide that Alison will be discreet.
> Well sort of discreet anyway.
>
> Taking a pouting Rene by the hand, I lead her over to where a flying
> fox, runs between two platforms and lift her onto the higher of the
> two. Climbing onto the lower one, I throw the handle up to where she
> can catch it. As she reaches up to grasp the handhold, her dress
> rides up, revealing a tiny hint of her puffy little slit. With a
> wild yell, she throws herself from the platform. As her full weight
> falls onto her arms, her dress rides even higher, the hem level with
> the top of her slit. She slides down the gently inclined rail with
> increasing speed until she reaches the bottom, then as the handle
> comes to an abrupt halt, she continues forwards, falling into my arms
> with a happy shriek.
>
> Giving her bottom a quick squeeze under her dress, I lift her back to
> the handle and give her a push up to the other platform where Alison
> catches her. Then taking hold of the handle herself, Alison throws
> herself at me as hard as she can, lifting her legs high and wide as
> she rushes towards me.
>
> Not wanting to wear one of those flying feet, I quickly move between
> them and she hits me high in the chest, the impact knocking me over
> backwards. Looking down at me from her seat astride my chest, she
> giggles and rises to her knees and then stands, the white flesh of
> her sweet, young pussy starkly visible in the shadows beneath her
> skirt.
>
> As I prepare to push her back up to the other platform, I take a
> handful of her bottom, sliding my thumb under the short hem of her
> skirt and briefly rubbing it along the damp crease between her legs,
> making her squeal and push back against me. I caress her little
> pussy for a few seconds, coating my thumb with her juices, then send
> her on her way up to the younger girls.
>
> While Anna's attention is diverted by catching Alison, I quickly lick
> the sweet nectar of Alison's pussy juices from my thumb and take up
> station, sitting right on the edge of the platform, squarely beneath
> the rail.
>
> As she shoves off, Anna too, lifts her legs and parts them, giving me
> a perfect view of her little pussy as she rushes towards me, but this
> time I am better prepared for the impact, catching her in my arms and
> lowering her to my lap, where the solid lump of my erect prick
> presses against her pussy through the thick material of my jeans. It
> takes her a few seconds to realise what is pressing against her and
> when she does, she blushes prettily and quickly pulls herself to her
> feet.
>
> Not wanting to scare her, I send her back with a simple push on the
> bottom and wait for her to hand over the handle to Rene. As soon as
> Rene is on her way, Anna goes into a huddle with Alison, their
> glances in my direction, making it obvious that she is telling the
> bigger girl about feeling my cock. A second later Rene thumps into
> my chest and slides down into my lap, my hands cupping the warm
> globes of her bare little bottom beneath her skirt. I give them a
> quick squeeze, pulling her against me and gently rocking her up and
> down a few times, making her giggle. I then lift her up and shove
> her back towards the other girls.
>
> This time around, I manage to withstand the considerable impact of
> Alison thumping into me and remain upright as she slides down into my
> lap, where she briefly rubs herself against me, then with a wicked
> smile, she places her hand in my lap and gives my cock a quick
> squeeze as she pushes herself upright. When she turns to grasp the
> handle of the flying fox and I lift my hand to fondle her wet little
> pussy, she thrusts her bum back at me, impaling herself on my thumb
> with a soft squeak. After giving her tight little cunt a couple of
> quick pokes with my thumb, I suck my thumb clean behind her back,
> savouring the sweet ambrosial taste of her sexual fluids, then send
> her on her way.
>
> As Anna comes flying towards me, I see Alison say something to Rene
> and decide that this will be the last time, as the look Rene gives
> me, makes me shudder to think what she might do to top her sister.
>
> A moment later, Anna makes it definite. As she approaches with a
> wild whoop, she lifts her legs too high and they go either side of my
> head. Catching her with my hands about her waist, I allow myself to
> fall backwards, adsorbing the momentum of her impact with my arms. I
> finish with her sitting on my face, her little pussy against my lips.
> As I lift her from me, I can't resist blowing a zoober into her skin
> at the point where her prominent mound begins to curve outwards from
> her belly, just above her slit.
>
> With a wild, giggling squeal, she rolls to one side and I worry that
> I've scared her, but when I sit up, I find her sitting with her back
> to the other girls as she inspects her pussy. She blushes when she
> notices me watching, but instead of covering up, she points at her
> fat clit, rubbing it gently with her fingertip as she whispers, "That
> made me feel all tingly right here."
>
> "Did you like it?" I ask.
>
> "Uh-huh," she nods, continuing to rub her clit, "and rubbing it like
> this makes it feel even better."
>
> "Well, you'd better stop it now." I say, "You can try it some more
> later."
>
> Waving at the other two to join us, I jump down from the platform and
> swing Anna in a big circle as I lift her down. Big mistake, Rene
> comes flying up to me begging me to swing her around too. Laughing,
> I take her and Anna by the hand and lead them out onto a soft grassy
> spot. Then waving Anna back, I slip my hands under Rene's arms from
> behind and clasp them across her chest.
>
> Lifting her feet off the ground I start spinning faster and faster,
> until her feet are aimed at the horizon and she squeals with delight.
> When I slow down and release her, she takes two staggering steps
> then falls in a heap. She tries to stand up several times, giggling
> wildly as she falls back to the turf over and over again. Finally
> she gives up and rolls onto her back, her eyes rolling in her head as
> she stares up at the spinning clouds, unconcerned that her dress is
> bunched up above her waist.
>
> Giving me little time to recover, Anna claims her turn, pulling my
> hands under her arms and putting them together in front of her chest.
> Smiling at her enthusiasm, I entwine my fingers and start spinning.
> When I release her thirty seconds later, she doesn't even manage a
> single step before collapsing on top of Rene with a giggle.
>
> Waving Alison away, I lean forwards, my hands on my knees as I
> recover my breath and sense of balance. When I do straighten up, she
> immediately places her wrists in my hands, and asks me to spin her
> that way. Groaning, I start turning slowly, with her taking a few
> running steps before she lifts her legs from the ground. As I pick
> up speed, I lean back, spinning faster and faster until I'm almost
> stumbling over my own feet.
>
> A few seconds later I start slowing down until her toes brush the
> grass. Pulling her knees up a little she twists, trying to get her
> feet under her as she comes in for a landing. A moment later, she
> deliberately digs her heels into the turf, tumbling to the ground,
> shrieking as she pulls me down on top of her.
>
> Laughing, I start attacking her ribs, tickling her unmercifully in
> revenge. As she squirms, her shirt pulls from her skirt, exposing a
> widening expanse of lightly tanned skin. Then as soon as her cute
> little belly button comes into view, I press my lips to it and blow
> hard. Shrieking loudly, she brings her knees up, trying to protect
> her belly from my assault, but I'm too quick for her. Slipping my
> hands beneath her, I hold her pressed to my lips as I blow zoober
> after zoober into her belly button, not stopping until her struggles
> weaken and she begins to gasp for breath.
>
> Sitting back, I look down on her. As she lies gaping like a goldfish
> trying to draw air into her tortured lungs, I notice that her shirt
> has ridden up under her arms and her skirt has rucked up around her
> waist. I let her recover for a little while, then pinning her flat,
> I blow three last zoobers, one each on her puffy titty mounds and a
> final sustained blast at the top of her mound, right over her clit.
> This last making her arch her back and force her sweet little pussy
> hard against my lips.
>
> When I look up, I meet Rene's wide eyed stare, while beside her Anna
> just smiles, her hand gently rubbing her mound through the fabric of
> her dress as she remembers the sensation a similar treatment had
> induced in her own pussy. Below me, Alison gives me a curious little
> smirk as she rearranges her clothes.
>
> "Well I don't know about you lot," I say, slowly pushing myself to my
> feet, "but I'm pooped."
>
> Leaving them to do as they wish, I only slightly exaggerate my
> stagger as I make my way over to the blanket and sit down. Pulling a
> half empty bottle of Fanta from the ice in the esky, I take a long
> pull. As I lower the bottle, Rene snatches it from my grasp and
> takes a drink, before passing it on to Anna, who in turn passes it on
> to Alison, who drains the last couple of mouthfuls and tosses the
> bottle onto the blanket.
>
> Then turning to me, she asks, "Can Anna come home with us and play in
> the spa?" Her request, echoed in the pleading eyes of the other two
> girls.
>
> "I don't know." I reply slowly, "I think her mother wants her to go
> and visit her dad in the hospital."
>
> "No, she doesn't," Anna says, "I have to stay outside with the
> nurses."
>
> "Come on let's ask her then." Alison says, grabbing my hand and
> trying to tug me to my feet. A moment later Rene and Anna take hold
> of my other hand and I allow them to pull me to my feet.
>
> But when they try to lead me towards the bike track, I hold back,
> saying, "Let's get packed up here first and then I'll drive us
> around."
>
> They're so eager to get going, that in less than a minute they have
> the rubbish stuffed in the bin, and everything else packed away. As
> Alison and Anna start hauling the esky across the grass I ask, "Hey,
> haven't you forgotten something?"
>
> As they turn back to me, I extract their knickers from my bag and
> hold them up. Giggling they leave the esky and take their undies
> from my hand. Then after they have slipped them on, I suggest that
> they leave the esky to me and concentrate on the rest. A minute
> later, after giving Anna her splinter, I slam the boot and bundle
> them into the back seat.
>
> Almost before the car has stopped, they tumble out of the car and are
> flying up the drive towards the caravan, only at the last minute, do
> they remember the baby and come to a sudden halt as they wait for me
> to catch up.
>
> Chapter 19 - Anna Joins In.
>
> Carefully opening the door, Anna leads the way inside, then her
> patience exhausted, the words tumble from her lips as she asks, "Can
> I go and have a spa with Alison and Rene, please Mummy."
>
> "What was that, Anna?" asks her mother.
>
> Realising that Jean had been asleep, I stop with my foot on the step.
>
> "Can I go to Alison and Rene's place and have a spa with them.
> Please?" she asks, making me smile at just how much wheedling she
> manages to squeeze into that last word.
>
> "What? Where's Greg?" Jean asks, still not quite with it.
>
> "I'm out here." I reply, "Can I come in?"
>
> "Of course, come in." she replies. Then as I step up into the van
> she says, "I guess I didn't realise, just how much the last couple of
> days took out of me. What's this Anna's saying?"
>
> "Alison invited her over to play in the spa with her." I explain, "I
> suggested that you might want her back, but they insisted we ask you
> anyway."
>
> "Well, I wouldn't want to impose on you any further, you've done so
> much for me already, but she does get pretty bored waiting at the
> nurses station, while I visit Sean. They've still got him pretty
> well doped up and I don't want her to see him like that." she
> explains.
>
> "But if It's ok with you, I guess she can go. There is one problem
> though, she doesn't have a suit. She grew out of her last one, and
> with summer over, I haven't bothered to get her another."
>
> "That's all right," I answer before Alison or Rene say why she won't
> need one, "She can wear a pair of knickers and a t-shirt. Or we
> might be able to find an old suit of Alison's."
>
> Anna emits a single shrill, squeal of delight, then remembering her
> sleeping brother, she slaps her hand across her mouth. "Sorry
> Mummy." she mumbles.
>
> Her eyes twinkling, Jean says, "That's all right. Now let's find you
> something to wear."
>
> "Can she have tea with us too?" Rene asks, "It's pizza."
>
> "I guess so." Jean laughs, picking up her purse. Handing me a ten
> dollar note, she says, "Here, this should cover her share and get
> them all an ice cream each too."
>
> "Come on you." she turns to her daughter, let's get some clean
> clothes on you.
>
> As Anna protests, "I'm not a baby, Mummy!" Jean takes hold of the
> hem of Anna's dress and strips it off her.
>
> "What did you do to yourself this time?" Jean asks resignedly,
> noticing the handkerchief tied around her daughter's leg.
>
> "Jumped off the see-saw and I got a splinter, see." Anna answers,
> taking the dress from her mother and rummaging through the pockets
> for her souvenir.
>
> "That's a beauty." Jean says appreciatively, admiring the splinter
> in it's bag. "Just what were you doing jumping off the see-saw
> anyway?"
>
> "Trying to dump me." I answer with a laugh.
>
> "Oh you didn't?" Jean cries in a shocked voice.
>
> "Well I think it was Alison's idea, and because Anna was stuck
> between the other two she got what Alison should have." I say in
> Anna's defence.
>
> "Well let's have a look at it?" Jean says, removing the
> handkerchief. "Oh, you did do a good job. Turning her daughter
> around to inspect the scrape, which continues around onto the back of
> her leg, she says, "These just wont do at all. Just what have you
> been sitting in."
>
> Thinking, 'Those knickers were clean when I gave them back.' I have a
> quick look. Obviously in an attempt to show that she had not had her
> knickers off, Anna has rubbed dirt into the seat of her knickers
> while we were packing.
>
> "Well let's get these off." Jean says, grasping the waistband of her
> daughter's knickers.
>
> "But he'll see my, my... thingy." Anna protests, waving her hand
> vaguely as she trails off into silence, a sweet blush suffusing her
> cheeks.
>
> "Don't be silly child," Jean chides, "you're much too young to worry
> about that sort of nonsense. Now hold still."
>
> "Ouch!" Anna cries as her mother scrapes the leg band of her
> knickers over the graze on her leg.
>
> "Sorry." Jean says contritely, "Now you wait there while I get you
> some clean clothes."
>
> As her mother turns her back and moves towards the other end of the
> van, Anna smiles naughtily and drags her finger along the length of
> her slit, then schools her expression as her mother returns with a
> blue and white striped, cotton, print dress, a blue cable knit jumper
> and another pair of plain white knickers.
>
> Laying the dress and jumper on the table, Jean helps her daughter
> into the knickers. After, she has slipped the dress and jumper on,
> she wets a cloth at the sink, and scrubs her protesting daughter's
> face and then drags a hairbrush through her daughter's curls.
>
> "There, now you won't embarrass me." Jean tells her daughter as she
> steps back to survey her handiwork.
>
> "What time do you want me to bring her back?" I ask.
>
> "You don't have to do that." Jean protests, "I can pick her up."
>
> "Nonsense," I say, "you've got a baby and a husband in the hospital
> to worry about, Now what time?"
>
> "Well, if you're going to be like that." Jean huffs, smiling to take
> the sting out of it, "Is eight too late."
>
> "No that's fine." I say.
>
> We exchange phone numbers, and she gives me a bag containing a towel,
> T-shirt and another pair of knickers for Anna. Then with a kiss
> goodbye and an admonishment to be good, Jean entrusts her daughter to
> my care.
>
> A minute later we are on our way. In the rearview mirror I notice
> Anna and Alison have their heads together and I overhear snatches of
> their conversation. "... even better ... Mummy might have caught me."
>
> "I know, ... it ...s good ... get caught."
>
> "... think he might let me see it?"
>
> At this point Rene pipes up, and in a low but clearly audible voice
> she says, "Yeah, and you can touch it too. It feels really neat."
>
> Both bigger girls gasp and glance in my direction, so I pretend not
> to have heard Rene's words and as the cat's out of the bag, I am
> curious to hear what Anna has to say to this. A few seconds later,
> once they are sure that I have not heard, they continue and because
> they think I can't hear them, their voices are slightly louder as
> they include Rene in the conversation.
>
> "Wow what's it like?" Anna asks.
>
> "Well it's like your brother's but a lot bigger of course and it's
> got lots of hair like his beard around it." Alison answers.
>
> "I know that much!" Anna says scornfully, "What's it feel like?
> Mummy hit me when I tried to touch Robert's."
>
> "Really funny," Rene says, "It's like it's got a bone in it, but you
> can still bend it a bit. It's really soft on the outside and the
> skin moves up and down too so it covers up the purple bit on the end."
>
> "Hey Robert's isn't like that." Anna says, "his is all floppy and
> the end isn't purple either."
>
> "Oh, his is like that too most of the time. But remember what you
> said on the flying fox? It gets hard like that when he looks at our
> pussies and when we rub it."
>
> The conversation has to stop at this point, as we are nearly home. I
> stop at the milkbar and followed by all three girls, I enter the
> shop. The girl behind the counter is the same one who had served us
> the day before and she raises her eyebrow at the addition to our
> party.
>
> "I'm collecting little girls." I say with a straight face, "Have you
> got any you want to get rid of?"
>
> "Well I do have a little sister, who can be a real pain in the butt
> sometimes," she laughs, "but I think I'll keep her, Mum might not
> understand. What can I do you for?"
>
> "Oh, you could normally 'do' me for nothing," I laugh and wave my arm
> encompassing the three girls clustered around the freezer, "but I'm
> already taken. So you'll have to settle for selling me four ice
> creams and a carton of milk."
>
> "Ooh, you are saucy." she giggles; a perfect imitation of the big
> breasted young blonde from the 'Carry On' movies.
>
> Rene having decided that the side of the freezer will not become
> transparent, no matter how hard she stares at it, makes a bee line
> for the lolly counter. Scragging her by the back of the collar as
> she passes me, I guide her back to the freezer and lift her up so she
> can make a selection.
>
> After paying the girl and confiscating the ice creams for her to put
> in a bag, I entrust Rene with the important job of carrying it until
> we get home. Then saying goodbye, we take our leave.
>
> "Hurry up and light the heater." Alison says almost as soon as the
> door closes.
>
> "Why?" I ask.
>
> "So we don't have to put our clothes back on when we get out of the
> spa, silly." she answers with a grin.
>
> "But we have a guest." I tease, "You can't just run around without
> any clothes on."
>
> "But what about the spa?" she asks.
>
> "You'll just have to wear a T-shirt with your bathers since I haven't
> fixed the top yet."
>
> "You mean we have to wear clothes?" Anna asks in dismay, "I wanted
> to see your penis thingy." She then slaps her hand over her mouth,
> "Oh, don't tell Mummy I said that."
>
> "Don't worry I won't," I reassure her, "and I was only teasing. If
> you want to run about without any clothes on, you can."
>
> "What about you?" she asks.
>
> "Me too, I guess, but you can't tell anybody either." I say,
> winking, making it a joint conspiracy. "Not even your best friend,
> because she might tell somebody, who might tell somebody else, who
> tells your mummy."
>
> "Ok," she winks back grinning.
>
> Kneeling down in front of the heater, I sort out the instructions and
> get it lit. When I turn back, I find myself face to face with three
> bare naked little girls, cheesy grins plastered across their faces,
> though Anna's is a trifle selfconscious and her cheeks are flaming.
>
> "It's your turn now." she giggles.
>
> "Why don't you put the ice creams in the freezer first." I say,
> "We'll have them after our pizza." Like a shot, Rene snatches up the
> bag, disappears into the kitchen and returns almost before I can draw
> my breath.
>
> Grinning at her eagerness to show me off to her new friend, I quickly
> strip down to my jocks, tossing my clothes on the pile they had
> begun. I stop with my thumbs in the waistband and ask, "Would you
> like to take them off Anna?"
>
> Nodding slowly, she steps forward and takes hold of the sides of my
> jocks and with a quick yank, pulls them down to my knees and lets
> them fall to the floor. As I step out of them, we both take a step
> backwards, she with her eyes locked solidly on my dangling member.
>
> "Oh!" she gasps, "It's dangly." As I feel her eyes boring into my
> groin, my cock begins to rise, "Oh wow, It's getting bigger."
>
> "That's because you're staring at him," I tell her, "and he's
> standing up to have a look at you."
>
> "Can I have a closer look?" she asks.
>
> "Of course." I say.
>
> In complete contrast to Alison and Rene's broad grins, Anna's face is
> very serious, her little forehead furrowed in concentration as she
> steps forward and bends over to bring her face closer to my still
> growing member. She starts to bring her hand up, then snatches it
> away and clasps it in the other behind her back.
>
> "You can touch it if you want." I tell her.
>
> "Can I!" she says excitedly, "Mummy yelled at me and called me a
> nasty little girl when I tried to touch Robert's. I only wanted to
> see what it felt like." She finishes on a slightly plaintive note.
>
> "Well I'm not your mummy," I say, "If you want to learn about boys
> with me, you can, but only if you want to and you're not just doing
> it because you think these two will think you are a baby."
>
> "Oh, I want to." she breathes fervently.
>
> Slowly, almost hesitantly, she brings her little fingers up to
> lightly brush along the length of my shaft. Her delicate, feather
> light, touch being all that it takes to bring me to full hardness.
> "Oh, it is soft!" she exclaims in surprise, "And it's warm too."
>
> "Gently there." I warn as she moves her hand down to cup my balls,
> hefting them in the palm of her hand.
>
> "What are they?" she asks.
>
> "They're my balls." I tell her, "They make my sperm."
>
> "What's that?" she asks.
>
> "It's yummy." Rene says.
>
> "It's this white cream that squirts out of his penis after you suck
> on it for a while." Alison explains.
>
> Anna whirls to stare at the two grinning imps behind her. "You suck
> on his penis?" she cries appalled, "That's where his pee comes out!"
>
> I give Alison and Rene a suppressing look, saying, "It's ok. Anna,
> it's totally different to pee. Let's get in the spa and I'll explain
> it too you."
>
> "Ok," she agrees.
>
> As soon as I step into the gently roiling water and sit down, Alison
> and Rene begin to scuffle over my lap. "Hey you two, stop it.
> Anna's our guest and she gets first choice." Turning my head to look
> up at her, still standing on the rim of the spa, I ask, "Would you
> like to sit on my knee?"
>
> "Uh-huh." she nods.
>
> Taking her hand in mine, I help her step down into the water, and
> help her sit sideways in my lap, so that she can look up into my
> face. Once she is settled, her head on my right shoulder and my
> right hand lightly clasping her upper thigh, with my other hand, I
> lightly caress her legs from knee to ankle as I ask, "Has your mummy
> told you anything about where Robert came from?"
>
> "She said he was in her tummy," Anna says quietly, "and that was why
> she got fat for a while, but when I asked how he got in there she
> said that was a bad question and if I ever asked again she'd make me
> bite the soap."
>
> "What does 'bite the soap' mean?" Rene asks curiously ceasing her
> friendly tussling with her sister.
>
> "If I say something bad, she makes me bite into a piece of soap."
> Anna explains.
>
> "You mean like 'fuck'?" Rene asks.
>
> The expression on Anna's face is a mixture of shock and fear as she
> looks up into my eyes to see what I will do. When I smile
> reassuringly, she nods "Yes" to Rene.
>
> Grinning, Rene begins a litany of obscenities, "Cock, dick, cunt,
> pussy, shit, arsehole..." her grin widening as Anna flinches
> slightly under the impact of each forbidden word.
>
> "Enough!" I say sharply, "I think she gets the picture." Looking
> down at Anna, I gently say, "Ignore the little slut, she's only
> showing off. This morning, she was calling my penis a doodle."
>
> "You mean those words aren't bad?" she asks.
>
> "No, not really." I answer slowly, "It's more how you use them and
> who you say them to. You have to be really careful who you say them
> to though, because most people don't think little girls should know
> what they mean. And you shouldn't teach them to your friends,
> because if they say you taught them, then your mummy might hear about
> it and she'd go and get the soap."
>
> "Does that mean I should wait until I hear someone else say them
> first before I use them?" she asks.
>
> "Exactly!" I say approvingly, "Unless of course it's someone like
> your Daddy, when he hit's his thumb with a hammer."
>
> "Uh-huh.", she nods seriously, then asks, "Are you going to tell me
> about babies now?"
>
> "Sure." I say, "Ok, you know a baby grows inside a woman's tummy.
> Well it gets made when a man's sperm, joins up with a tiny little egg
> inside her, and that egg start's growing until nine months later, the
> baby is born."
>
> "How does the sperm join with the egg if it's in her tummy?" she
> asks, "Does she swallow it? Does that mean Alison and Rene are going
> to have babies?"
>
> Both of the little girls sitting opposite us giggle madly, their
> mouths, which they had opened to say something snapping shut as I
> give them a withering look.
>
> "No." I answer, giving her a reassuring hug, as she begins to look a
> little hurt by their amusement at her ignorance, "First of all, you
> are all too young to have babies, though Alison's body is nearly
> ready. And second, the baby doesn't actually grow inside a woman's
> stomach, it grows in a special place called the uterus which is at
> the bottom of her tummy, here." I trace a small upside down triangle
> just below Anna's belly button.
>
> "Would you spread your legs a little bit?" I ask, gently pushing
> against her right knee.
>
> Without resistance, she allows me to push her knees apart, allowing
> me access to her most intimate recesses. I begin to slowly slide my
> hand up between her thighs, giving her plenty of time to object or
> stop me. She looks up at me trustingly, not even twitching as my
> finger comes into contact with the tightly closed lips of her well
> developed cunt.
>
> "Here," I say lightly touching her at the base of her slit, "this is
> where the sperm goes in. You know there's a hole here don't you?"
>
> She nods and murmurs "yes."
>
> "Well it's called a vagina, it goes up inside you and it's connected
> to your uterus. A man puts his penis inside it and after a while he
> squirts his sperm."
>
> "You said it was called 'semen'." Alison objects pedantically.
>
> "Don't be a smarty pants." I say, "I'm trying to make this easy for
> her to understand."
>
> Turning back to Anna, I continue, "As miss smarty pants over there
> just pointed out, the creamy stuff that comes out of a man's penis is
> actually called semen and it's full of the sperm that his balls make.
> Do you understand what I've said so far?"
>
> "I think so." she says in doubtful tones, "But isn't that where I
> pee out of?"
>
> "No," I say, "The place you pee from is further up." I gently pry
> her pussy lips apart and touch her over her urethral opening,
> tickling it with my finger tip. "Here, this is where you pee from."
> I then slowly drag my fingertip a little lower and press against the
> tight little opening to her vagina. "Your vagina is down here."
>
> Her lips part slightly, and her breathing quickens slightly at the
> intimate touch. "But how can your penis fit in there? That's a very
> little hole."
>
> "It stretches a lot." I tell her, silencing, Alison and Rene with a
> glance as they open their mouths to speak. "It's got to, because
> that's also where the baby comes out once it's ready."
>
> As I speak, I gently circle her vaginal entrance with the tip of my
> little finger. Ever so slowly, I feel the muscles puckering the skin
> relax and as I press inwards, it gives way and allows my finger to
> slowly enter her body, slipping into a warm, extremely tight, sheath,
> which is surprisingly slippery.
>
> "Ooh!" she says, her voice little more than a soft exhalation.
> "Your finger's going into me."
>
> "How does it feel?" I ask gently, stilling my finger, with less than
> half of the first joint inside her.
>
> "Sort of funny." she says, "Like your finger is filling me up." Her
> little face takes on a look of extreme concentration as she considers
> the sensation of having her pussy penetrated for the very first time.
> A few seconds later, she smiles up at me, "I like it, it's nice."
>
> Encouraged by her trusting acceptance of my digital penetration of
> her immature vagina, I pull my finger out and gently reinsert it,
> pushing a little deeper. Then with slow, gentle strokes, I slide my
> finger in and out of her tiny vagina, penetrating a little further
> each time until the tip of my little finger brushes against the thin,
> delicate membrane of her hymen.
>
> "Oh, don't stop." she says in disappointment as I withdraw my
> finger. "That felt nice." then, "Ooh!" as I try my middle finger.
>
> There is a little more resistance to the larger intruder, but her
> happy smile never wavers as the tight ring of muscle surrounding her
> vaginal entrance dilates and allows the entry of my much thicker
> middle finger. sighing contentedly, she opens her legs further and
> wriggles into a more comfortable position against my chest.
>
> Ever so gently, I explore the gossamer thin tissue of her maidenhead,
> wishing that I had more time with her, enough time that I might be
> able to make love to her properly. But with only a few hours before
> I have to take her back to her mother, I limit myself to a gentle
> finger fucking of the outermost inch or so of her tight, slick vagina.
>
> Her sweet exhalations, wafts warmly over my face as I look down at
> her, her eyes closed in contentment, her breath sighing from moist,
> slightly parted lips. Unable to resist their allure, I lightly brush
> them with my lips, gently kissing her.
>
> Her eyes open as I pull back and the corners of her mouth turn up in
> a smile, filled with love and complete trust. "Mmmm, that's nice."
> she murmurs, contentedly.
>
> "I want to see her have an orgasm." Rene says eagerly, disturbing
> the mood.
>
> "What's that?" Anna asks, her eyes filling with curiosity.
>
> "It's the best thing in the whole world." Rene enthuses expansively.
> "It's like all your insides just explode."
>
> "Huh?" Anna's eyes widen apprehensively.
>
> "It's all right," Rene quickly reassures her new friend, "I was
> scared too, really scared, but Greg made it all right. He won't let
> you fall either."
>
> "Fall?" Anna asks confusedly, "Does he drop you."
>
> "No, silly." Rene giggles, "But when he does it to you, it feels
> like you're going higher and higher and higher on the swing and then
> when it happens, you feel like you're falling really, really fast but
> you never hit the ground, and when it's over, it's like you're
> floating on the softest, dreamiest cloud ever."
>
> Anna's eyes question me and I nod, saying, "A little confused, but
> that's about it. But if you want me to do it, we should wait until
> after tea and do it on a bed or the couch, so I can see what I'm
> doing properly and we can take our time. Why don't we just play in
> the spa for a little while and then I'll order the pizza, ok?"
>
> "Ok," she nods reluctant agreement.
>
> Slipping my finger from her vagina, I quickly lift it from the water
> and taste of her sweetness for the first time. Even diluted by the
> waters of the spa, her juices have a flavour that set's my cock
> twitching against her hip. "Mmmm, you taste good." I say.
>
> "Isn't that yucky?" she asks staring at my finger.
>
> "Nope," I grin, "It's yum. Isn't that right girls?"
>
> Both Alison and Rene nod eager agreement. "It's better than
> strawberry ice cream." Rene adds enthusiastically.
>
> "Really?" Anna asks, a little disbelievingly.
>
> "Really." I confirm. "Anyway enough of that for now." I say,
> lifting her in my arms and blowing a zoober into her belly. I then
> drop her, giggling and wriggling, into the water.
>
> Then when she rises, sputtering wildly, I splash her in the face,
> being careful to send most of the water past her at the other two
> girls. Yelling dire threats at me, all three of them start sweeping
> great sheets of water in my direction. I endure the inundation for a
> few seconds then slide from my seat and sit on the bottom in the
> center of the spa.
>
> Seconds later, cool bubbles of air tickle my balls and arsehole as
> one of the girls starts the blower. Waving my arms about, I feel for
> their ankles, but the little shits are standing on the seats, where
> they know I don't dare pull them under, so I curl my legs under me
> and rise with a roar that sets them squealing with mock fright.
>
> Standing on the seat directly in front of me is Alison, so I sweep
> her up in my arms and pull her shrieking delightedly to my chest.
> "You look like a tasty little girl," I say in a gurgling voice, "I am
> going to take you to my grotto beneath the waves, where I'm going to
> eat you up."
>
> "Oh save me, save me." she cries, sounding anything but terrified.
>
> "No, you can't eat my sister." Rene cries taking hold of one of
> Alison's flailing arms and pulling feebly.
>
> "No, No, don't eat her." Anna yells, getting into the act and taking
> the other arm.
>
> "No one escapes the creature from the black lagoon." I gurgle,
> slowly sinking beneath the roiling surface, taking my wriggling
> victim with me.
>
> Rolling to break the younger girl's grip, I shift my hands and move
> her until I can press my lips to one of the tiny mounds sprouting
> from Alison's chest. She tenses at the contact, expecting a zoober,
> but instead of blowing, I open my mouth wide and make munching
> motions over her tiny titty, flicking the tip of my tongue back and
> forth over the rapidly erecting nipple.
>
> A few seconds after I begin munching on the other nipple, she pulls
> away, seeking release. I allow my hands to slide down over her hips
> to her upper thighs as she stands on my legs and press my mouth over
> her mounds munching and licking at her young pussy. I feel, more
> than hear her excited squeal, as my tongue, pushes between her labia
> and flicks over her stiffening clit.
>
> Then, needing breath myself, I push her off my legs and rise to the
> surface, finding myself nose to nose with my next willing victim.
> Grinning back at her, I draw a deep breath and wrap my arms about
> Rene, pulling her under the roiling water. Giving each of her tiny,
> pink nipples a quick flick with my tongue, I trail down over her
> belly to the fat little mound between her widespread legs. Opening
> my mouth wide, I engulf her plump, young pussy and munch and lick
> until she let's me know she has run out of air.
>
> Releasing her and rising to the surface, I turn towards my final
> victim and find her blushing and giggling as she struggles weakly in
> Alison's arms. As I take hold of her, her blush deepens and she goes
> totally limp and quiet.
>
> Guessing that Anna would probably try to drown herself if I took her
> below the bubbling water and started mouthing her pussy, I stretch
> her out on the surface to chow down on the third grader's slim body.
> Beginning at her fingers, I open my mouth wide and engulf most of her
> hand. I then make my way, noisily, up her arm, making her squirm a
> little and giggle at the smacking sounds I make.
>
> When I reach her shoulder, I transfer my attention to her face,
> feeling the heat of her flush on my tongue as I nibble and lick at
> her cheek. Playfully, I suck on her little nose, nibbling the tip
> for a few seconds, revelling in the sound of her happy giggles,
> before moving on to her sweet red lips.
>
> I find them waiting for me, slightly parted with the dying echoes of
> her mirth. Gently, I suck one of her lips between mine, kissing her
> softly, sensuously. Not wanting to possibly scare her with a deeper
> kiss, I flick her lips with the tip of my tongue as I pull away and
> gently bite down on her upthrust chin.
>
> Her head is tilted back to expose her thin throat and as I move
> lower, I take her windpipe between my teeth, feeling her shudder
> slightly at the contact. But with surprising trust, she does not try
> to force me away with her chin, instead she tilts her head further
> back, giving me even greater access to her vulnerable throat.
>
> Ever lower, I roam further with my teeth and lips, taking each of her
> prominent collar bones into my mouth, and gently bite down. As I
> pass over her tiny, undeveloped boobs, I smack my lips as I flick
> them with the tip of my tongue, feeling the soft, pink skin crinkle
> and tighten under my touch. With a last flick to the BB sized
> nubbins of her nipples, I move on to the bottom of her ribcage, where
> she helpfully sucks her stomach in, to allow me to fasten my lips and
> teeth around her lowermost ribs.
>
> As I pass over the dimple of her belly button, I can't resist
> spearing my tongue into the little slit like depression, making her
> buckle in my arms and shriek with girlish laughter. Shifting my grip
> on her slim little body, I take advantage of her folded position to
> munch noisily on the heels of her feet and then her toes. Then as
> she unfolds I snack my way up her legs alternating from shin to shin
> and then gently bite down on her dimpled knees, where I discover she
> is very ticklish.
>
> But all of her laughter disappears when I turn her in my arms and
> kneel on the bottom, repositioning her with her legs over my
> shoulders. As I munch my way up the soft skin of her inner thighs
> towards her protuberant pussy, she strains to see what I am doing.
> Seeing this, Alison moves behind her, supporting her head and
> shoulders.
>
> With a final loud "Groumph!" I engulf her fat mound in it's
> entirety, making her squeal with laughter that immediately chokes off
> with a gasp, as I drag my tongue from the dimple at the base of her
> slit to her clit at the top. Already beginning to harden under the
> influence of the strange new sensations that I have begun to awaken
> in her, her clitoris quickly grows to it's full dimensions surprising
> me with it's size.
>
> Pulling back, I gaze up between her legs at her hairless slit, which
> is now pushed open at the top by a thick, rigid shaft, as wide and as
> long as the first joint of my ring finger. Both Alison and Rene gasp
> at the size of the little pricklet that pushes from between Anna's
> bald labia and when I look up, I see Alison unconsciously licking her
> lips.
>
> "Oh!" Anna squeaks in surprise, "It's never done that before. How
> come it's doing that?"
>
> "Because it's happy." I say smiling, "It's never happened before,
> because it's never been touched properly before." Lowering my head a
> few inches, I give the proudly standing, fleshy shaft a flick with
> the tip of my tongue, making her gasp and push her hips up towards my
> mouth.
>
> "Oh!" she squeaks, "That's nice do it again."
>
> Happy to comply with her wishes, I flick the stubby shaft back and
> forth a few times with the tip of my tongue, enjoying her little
> squeals and wriggles of pleasure. Then because I want her first
> orgasm to be a special one, not something hastily induced in the spa,
> I plant a final kiss on the very tip and pull back lowering her into
> the water.
>
> Not knowing the pleasures that I have denied her, she wraps her slim
> arms about my neck, and presses her lips to mine in a soft, sweet,
> sensuous kiss, pulling back after a timeless two seconds to whisper,
> "Thank you."
>
> Whispering "You're welcome." in return, I playfully snap at her
> nose, making her pull back with a happy squeal that knocks Alison
> beneath the boiling surface of the water.
>
> Sputtering as she rises, Alison begins to wrestle with Anna, tickling
> and dunking her. A moment later, Rene comes in on the side of her
> new friend, making up for her lack of size with ferocity, as the two
> of them put Alison on the defensive. Leaving them to disport
> themselves as they please, I sit back on the seat to watch their
> play, enjoying the brief glimpses of white or lightly tanned flesh,
> that occasionally rise above the roiling surface.
>
> After a minute or so of cheerful, wrestling in which Alison gets
> worse than she delivers, they go into a little huddle. With the
> noise of the roaring blower, I can't hear what Alison is saying. But
> it's not too hard to guess, as Rene nods enthusiastically while Anna
> shakes her head and glances in my direction. Alison, though will not
> take 'no' for an answer, and becomes more animated, talking and
> gesticulating until Anna nods, blushing furiously. Then with a
> wicked grin, Alison submerges herself, while the other two look on,
> Rene grinning, Anna blushing furiously.
>
> A second later, I feel the water swirling about my legs and a soft
> pair of lips engulf my half hard member as Alison grasps my hips to
> hold herself down. The back of her head briefly appears in the
> swirling waters over my lap, then disappears as she bobs back down.
> For about half a minute or so, she bobs up and down on my rapidly
> hardening cock, her tongue working furiously. She then surfaces with
> a gasp and moves aside for Rene, saying with a grin, "It's our turn
> to eat YOU up."
>
> Even as Alison speaks, Rene grasps my raging penis in one hand and
> forces her tiny mouth down over the swollen head of my cock, her
> tongue pushed against the bottom of her mouth by the thickness of my
> shaft. When she pulls back, the tiny pre-schooler completely removes
> her mouth from my prick, then bobs down again, her lips, an
> excruciatingly tight ring that rolls down over my sensitive glans,
> the tip of her tongue brushing over the fraenum. Incredibly, this
> tiny little girl far surpasses her elder sister, in both duration and
> skill, and when she finally does come up for air, she leaves me a
> gibbering wreck, my balls aching for release.
>
> As she pulls aside gasping she waves Anna towards me. Blushing
> furiously, the eight year old, steps hesitantly towards me, her
> uncertainty prompting me to say, "You don't have to do this if you
> don't want too." But she just shakes her head at my words and
> continues to advance, submerging herself as her legs touch my knees.
> Her hand grasps my shaft in a light grip and a moment later her lips
> brush over the very tip of my cock, making it twitch. She pulls
> back, a bit and lets go in surprise. Then a moment later secures a
> slightly firmer grip and I feel her tongue pass over my fraenum and
> on to the winking eye at the end of my prick, the light, feathery
> touch, almost enough to set me off.
>
> Finally, gaining confidence as nothing nasty happens, she opens her
> jaw wide, and brings her mouth down over my cock, her lips closing
> around the shaft as the swollen head of my cock glances off the roof
> of her mouth. Then without moving her head, she begins a baby like
> sucking, that is more soothing than arousing and I feel the urgent
> need to empty my balls subside.
>
> Chapter 21 - Circus Tricks.
>
> Ten seconds later, she releases my cock and lifts her head above the
> surface, smiling broadly. "How was that?" she asks.
>
> Not wanting to disappoint her, I say, "It was great. How did it make
> you feel?"
>
> "Naughty," she giggles, "but it also made my tummy feel tingly, like
> when you licked my pussy."
>
> "Would you like to taste his creamy stuff?" Rene asks.
>
> "I don't know." Anna answers uncertainly.
>
> "I know," Alison says, "You can watch me and Rene and then you can
> try it, he squirts lots and lots of time so we can all have some."
>
> "Would you like to do that?" I ask.
>
> Anna nods hesitantly and Alison orders me to lie down on the deck
> beside the spa. As I do so, holding my upper body up on my elbows,
> so that I can watch, she tells Rene to get out of the water and kneel
> on the deck beside me. As she takes her position astride my legs,
> leaving Anna kneeling on the seat, Rene takes advantage of the
> situation to slip her tight little mouth over my cock.
>
> But once she has herself positioned, Alison takes control, prying
> Rene's fingers off my shaft and telling her to let go. Reluctantly
> Rene pulls away and Alison's lips replace hers. She bobs her head
> twice, her tongue pressed against the underside of my shaft then
> withdraws and angles my prick towards Anna.
>
> Again Anna opens her jaw wide, not closing her lips around the shaft
> until the glans is well within the warm cavern of her mouth and
> Alison says, "Not like that Anna, The purple bit's the most
> sensitive, especially the wrinkled bit, make your lips touch it there
> and lick it with your tongue too."
>
> Nodding, Anna tightens her lips around me as she pulls back, her
> tongue pressing upwards against the fraenum as she withdraws. When
> my prick pops free, she asks, "Was that better Greg?"
>
> "You're doing great." I reassure her, "These two have just had a bit
> more practice than you."
>
> Alison aims my prick towards Rene, and this time, before she forces
> her tightly ovaled lips over my glans, she flicks at the underside
> with the tip of her tongue, making me gasp. Then, when she forces
> her lips over my swollen glans, she makes them even tighter than she
> has before, making me groan and stab my hips upwards, forcing my
> prick against the back of her throat with a rush and making her gag.
>
> As Rene pulls away, coughing, Alison moves in, swirling her tongue
> around the tip of my cock twice, before plunging her head down and
> forcing my cock through lips almost as tightly pursed as her little
> sister's. Taking only the head of my prick into her mouth, she
> massages the shaft with her hand, sliding the skin up and down over
> the iron hard core as she works her tongue over swollen purple glans,
> especially against the sensitive underside, and the tiny slit at the
> tip.
>
> I groan as she releases me with a wet suck and aims my cock towards
> Anna's waiting mouth. Anna almost pushes Alison aside in her
> eagerness, her tongue slapping wetly over my glans as she
> enthusiastically goes to work. Then after giving my cock a slippery
> coating of saliva, she begins to explore my glans with the tip of her
> tongue, tracing the wrinkled skin on the fraenum, tickling the slit
> and pushing stiffened tip under the rim of the helmet.
>
> A moment later she encloses the bulbous crown in her mouth and
> without preamble, pushes her lips down to the base of my shaft,
> taking half of my cock deep into her throat. The incredible
> sensation of her narrow gullet massaging the head of my cock is too
> much for me and before I can warn her a massive jet of cum, sears my
> guts as it burns through my shaft into her stomach.
>
> Feeling my glans swell in her throat, and the base pulse against her
> lips, she tries to pull her mouth off my spasming cock, but before
> she can get it all of the way out, I pump a second jet, even more
> powerful than the first against the roof of her mouth. The third
> sprays across her upper lip and cheek.
>
> But as Rene moves to take my spouting prick into her mouth, the taste
> of my cum registers with Anna and she takes hold of my cock, almost
> wrenching it from Alison's hand, and pulls it back to her mouth.
> Before she can seal her lips over my fountaining member, I decorate
> her face with a fourth viscous, white streamer of cum. Hungrily, she
> takes the remainder of my searing load into her hot little mouth,
> holding it on her tongue without swallowing.
>
> As the pleasure/pain of the spasms wracking my body loose their
> intensity, and the torrent of semen slows to a trickle, Anna hollows
> her cheeks and sucks powerfully, literally pulling the last of the
> cum from my body. Then satisfied that she will get no more from my
> wilting prick, Anna sits up with a shit eating grin on her cum
> streaked face and opens her mouth, showing us the glutinous, white
> mass coating her tongue and the thick pearly strands joining it to
> the roof of her mouth.
>
> Taking in the awed and somewhat miffed expressions of the other two
> girls, she gulps twice, working the thick, viscous fluid down her
> throat and tells them, "Sorry, I changed my mind." Though her cheeky
> grin belies her apology.
>
> When, a few moments later, I have recovered enough to speak, I ask
> incredulously, "Where did you learn that trick?"
>
> "What trick?" she asks, her giggle telling me she knows damned well
> what I'm asking her.
>
> "Swallowing my cock, you little shit." I say grinning.
>
> "At the circus." she replies, "We went early and I saw the sword
> swallower practicing and I snuck away from Mummy and Daddy and
> watched him from behind a truck. He saw me and said I could come out
> and watch properly. He showed me all his swords and he even ate some
> fire for me, but he wouldn't tell me how he did that.
>
> "I asked if he'd show me how to swallow the swords and he said 'No.'
> but I kept on asking and he said 'Ok.' I could try with a little
> practice sword he'd made for his little girl. I think he thought I'd
> be sick and I'd go away.
>
> "He showed me how to tilt my head back and hold the sword and I tried
> it, I was nearly sick and he told me I had to sort of swallow while I
> was doing it. I did it again and swallowed the whole thing. He said
> I was better at it than his own little girl and I could keep the
> sword.
>
> "Then Mummy and Daddy found me and they were a bit mad that I'd run
> away, Mummy wanted me to give the sword back but Daddy told her to
> let me keep it. Then the sword swallower told them how good I was
> and whispered to Daddy and gave him some free tickets.
>
> "When we went into the circus tent and when it was his turn, he got
> me to come out into the ring and I swallowed my sword in front of
> everybody and every body cheered and clapped and all my friends who
> were at the circus too, saw me and I did it at school for them until
> the teacher took my sword away and said I couldn't do it at school
> any more.
>
> "But some really big girls in grade six, really pop'lar ones, asked
> me if I could do it with a banana so I tried and I could. Then they
> asked me to show them how to do it, so it told them how to hold their
> necks straight and swallow when they felt like being sick and they
> all did it, and they giggled and said 'Thankyou.' one of them even
> said she was going to surprise her daddy after the others were all
> gone. And some of my friend's big sisters, 'Really big girls in high
> school'" I can hear the awe in her voice at being noticed by such
> exalted personages, "got me to show them too.
>
> "Now I don't even have to swallow any more and I can put things
> straight into my throat." she finishes proudly. "And I thought
> since your thing, uh cock is like a banana I could swallow it too.
> Do you think that girl sucks her daddy's cock? Do you think those
> other girls suck on their daddy's cocks too? Do you think my daddy
> would like it if I sucked his?"
>
> "Uh yes," I stammer, "I'm pretty sure she does, and some of the
> other's might too, but I'd say most of them would be sucking their
> boyfriend's off. I don't know about your daddy though. Does he like
> watching you swallow your sword?"
>
> "Yeah, he always gets me to do it when he has visitors." she
> answers, "And when Mummy's not there he likes to watch me do it with
> bananas too, and when I do it he looks like he's really hungry, you
> know like licking his lips and things."
>
> "In that case, yeah he'd probably like it a lot," I say, "but you
> can't just offer to do it for him, you'll have to pretend it was
> yucky like you thought before you tasted mine." I pause as a thought
> comes to me, "I know, maybe you could say, 'I wish I had some cream
> for this banana.' the next time you do it for him."
>
> "Uh-huh." she nods seriously, then asks, "That's because we can't
> let him find out about us, right?"
>
> "That's right." I answer brushing a cum streaked strand of hair
> behind her ear.
>
> "I wonder if that girl fucks her daddy too." Rene adds.
>
> "What does that mean?" Anna asks, recognising the naughty word but
> not knowing it's meaning.
>
> "That's where he puts his cock in your pussy and slides it in and out
> until he squirts inside you." Rene explains, showing off, but she
> then spoils it by adding, "You can watch Greg fuck Alison later and I
> wish Mama would come home so he can fuck me too."
>
> "Why?" Anna ask curiously, not understanding the implications of
> Rene's words.
>
> "Because she want's to watch the first time I get fucked." Rene
> answers before I can stop her.
>
> "Your mama knows about you doing things with men?" Anna asks, her
> eyes wide in shock, "Wasn't she mad at you?"
>
> "Yeah, my Mama's cool, she even got Greg to look after us, so he
> could fuck me, because she heard my friend Jenny telling me all about
> him. But she didn't know about Rene then. Greg told Mama about her
> this morning after she put these plastic cocks Mamma has in her
> pussy. She was listening too and she spied on Mama and saw where she
> hid her plastic cocks and she practiced with them until she can put
> bigger things in her pussy than me. But I've only done things with
> Greg." She concludes her jumbled explanation.
>
> "Why isn't my mummy like that?" Anna asks.
>
> "Because different people think about sex in different ways." I say,
> "Your Gran probably taught her that sex was bad unless you are
> married, or she might have been hurt really bad by a man who didn't
> care about her when she was young, so she taught you that sex was bad
> too. Rene's and Alison's mummy knows that sex isn't bad if you do it
> with somebody you can really trust, so she lets them do it."
>
> "Oh, what about their daddy?" she asks.
>
> "He doesn't know and daddies sometimes get very angry with people who
> have sex with their little girls." I answer, "So they're going to
> get their mamma to help them. And that's why you have to pretend you
> don't know anything if your daddy does anything with you too."
>
> "But I don't want to wait until Daddy comes home from the hospital,"
> Anna complains, "I want you to fuck me now. I want to see what it's
> like."
>
> "I'm sorry honey," I say slipping into the water beside her and
> pulling her onto my knee, "I can't because there's this little piece
> of skin inside your vagina." I take her hand in mine and close all
> but one of her fingers into a fist. I guide it down between her legs
> as I continue. "Here, push your finger into your vagina and feel,
> but be careful because you don't want to hurt yourself."
>
> She follows my instructions, and a look of wonder crosses her face as
> she explores the forbidden territory of her young cunt. "Ooh! I can
> feel it, it sort of hurts when I push on it. Why is it there?"
>
> "I think it stops things like poo and dirt going up inside you when
> you are a baby. When you get older that has to be broken before you
> can fuck properly and it takes a little while before you can walk
> properly afterwards, so your mummy might find out and then we'd all
> get into trouble."
>
> "I really wish I could," I say, tightening my hug, and kissing her
> cum streaked cheek, "but it's just too dangerous in the little bit of
> time we have tonight. But we can still do other fun things. Isn't
> that right girls?"
>
> "Uh-huh." they confirm, slipping in on either side of us, and
> hugging Anna too. "We can have lot's of fun." Rene continues.
>
> "Ok!" Anna says a little disappointed.
>
> "Now," I say, in more cheerful tones, why don't you three let me out
> so I can order the pizza and we'll just have a soak in here until it
> comes. Then after tea we can have some more fun and games. Ok?"
>
> "Ok," is the threefold response, with Alison pulling Anna onto her
> knee and licking one cheek clean of cum.
>
> "Hey!" Rene cries as Anna giggles and hunches in on herself, "I want
> some too."
>
> "Don't bother," Alison says making a face, "it doesn't taste very
> nice when it's cold."
>
> "You're a greedy guts." Rene complains to Anna.
>
> "Well, you'll just have to wait till later won't you?" I say as I
> climb from the water and stand dripping on the deck.
>
> "We can still have fun anyway." Alison declares, and Anna squeaks a
> little as Alison rubs her pussy under the water.
>
> "Don't Alison." I say, "Lets wait until later, so we can make it
> special for her. Ok?"
>
> "Ok, Meanie." she replies, then says to Anna, "He made it real
> special for me last night. Now let's wash your face." she says,
> with a mercurial mood change, pushing Anna and her sister into the
> water.
>
> Leaving them tussling, I go and order the pizza, and collect my robe
> from Alison's room, so I have something to wear to the door. When I
> return to the spa, I find them still fighting playfully, and dumping
> my robe by the door I step back into the spa.
>
> Immediately, all three girls turn on me and we spend a fun twenty
> minutes or so, dunking and tickling each other and blowing zoobers
> whenever and wherever the opportunity present's itself. Then, just
> as I have a happily squealing Rene bent backwards over the edge of
> the spa and I am preparing to attack her protruding belly button, the
> doorbell rings.
>
> Blowing a zoober on her belly by way of farewell, I get up and slip
> my robe and collect some money from my pants in the lounge before
> answering the door. As I hand over the money and take the two flat
> boxes from his hands, his eyes widen and his jaw drops as I hear
> rapid, thudding footsteps behind me.
>
> Chapter 22 - Tasty Treats.
>
> "Hello mister, have you got our dinner for us?" Rene asks, stepping
> up, to stand naked and dripping, beside me.
>
> "Uh, yeah." he stammers, fumbling with his change maker.
>
> "We've been playing in the spa." she informs him innocently.
>
> "Uh, so I see." he replies, "Um, aren't you cold?"
>
> "No, we've got the fire on. Is that your car?" she points towards
> the car parked out the front with a huge pig's head bolted to the
> roof.
>
> "Um, no," he says, fighting to keep his eyes on her face, instead of
> a point some eighteen inches lower, "it belongs to my boss, I just
> drive it when I deliver pizzas."
>
> "Oh." she says, her eyes darting about as she looks for a way to
> extend the conversation. After a brief pause, she points to his
> change maker and asks "How does that work?"
>
> He demonstrates the spring loaded device for her, removing all of the
> coins in one compartment and showing her the spring inside, then
> pushes the coins one by one back into place. About half way through
> this, he drop several coins, his eyes looking past me. I turn to
> follow his gaze and see the older two girls returning, now with
> towels wrapped about their waists.
>
> "Hello." they say, stopping to address him. Alison with her
> shoulders thrown back to show off her brand new breasts.
>
> "Uh, hello." he stammers, allowing another twenty cent piece to slip
> from his fingers and bounce ringingly on the concrete of the porch.
> The noise of the bouncing coin, seems to bring him to his senses and
> he stoops to recover the coins.
>
> "Ok, that's enough Rene." I say, handing her the pizzas and giving
> her a push towards the lounge before she can find another excuse to
> delay him further, "We'd better let," I read his nameplate, "Brian
> go, he gets paid for each pizza he delivers and we're making him take
> too long. Thanks for the pizzas mate, here you deserve a tip for
> putting up with her questions." I hand him five dollars.
>
> "Bye!" the girls call out, followed by an embarrassed squeak from
> Alison.
>
> "Bye!" he calls back over his shoulder and stumbles as he, already
> on the path, tries to take a nonexistent step.
>
> As I close the door and turn away, I notice a towel on the floor and
> Alison peeking, red faced, around the jamb of the lounge room door.
> Giggling she steps out and retrieves her towel, but makes no attempt
> to resecure it about her waist. Instead she makes an exasperated
> noise and begins to roughly towel Rene dry, ignoring the little
> girl's protests as she berates her for dripping on the carpet, at
> least my dripping has been confined to the vinyl carpet protector and
> has now more or less stopped.
>
> "Where are the drinks?" Alison asks as she finishes with her sister
> and looks up at me.
>
> "Oops," I say, "I forgot to order any."
>
> "Well, you'd better go and get some." she says, "We can't have pizza
> without drinks."
>
> "Well, you'd better put some clothes on while I put the pizza's in
> the oven." I return mimicking her tone.
>
> "Why?" she asks, "Mama leaves us here when she goes up to the shops."
>
> "Because I'm not your mama and different rules apply." I tell her,
> "Now get dressed."
>
> After putting the pizzas in the oven and lighting it, I find the
> girls waiting for me in the lounge apparently dressed. But as I bend
> over to pick up my own clothes, I notice a little piece of white
> fabric peeking out from beneath one of the cushions on the couch.
> Lifting the cushion, I find Anna's knickers and balled up behind them
> Alison's and Rene's.
>
> "Well?" I ask, turning towards them.
>
> "Can we? Please?" Alison asks beseechingly, her expression mirrored
> in two other small faces. "It's only a little way and it feels so
> good."
>
> "It makes me feel naughty too." Rene puts in and Anna and Alison nod
> in agreement.
>
> "Ok,"I agree, "but only if you don't put on any more little shows
> like you just did for the poor bloke who delivered the pizzas." I
> look directly at Rene, "What happened to the shy little girl who was
> so scared of strangers that she took half an hour, to say hello to
> me?"
>
> "I was sort of scared still," she answers with a giggle, "but I like
> the way it feels too. Besides Alison dared me."
>
> "Oh God, an adrenalin junkie." I groan, rolling my eyes heavenwards.
> "And you," I say giving Alison a direct look. "What do you think
> you were playing at, streaking through the house, then coming back
> and showing off those mozzie bites, you call boobs, then dropping
> your towel like that?"
>
> "Oh don't be like that." she says, giggling, "It was fun and nobody
> got hurt and I didn't mean to drop the towel, it slipped when I waved
> to him. And SHE dared us first." she finishes, pointing to Rene.
>
> I try to look severely at the giggling pre-schooler, but I can't help
> smiling. Shaking my head, I say, "I'm starting to think that
> teaching you that scary is fun, wasn't such a good idea. You're
> becoming incorrigible."
>
> "What's that?" she asks curiously.
>
> "Naughty all the time." I answer with a smile, ruffling her hair.
>
> "I like being naughty." she grins back.
>
> "Yeah, well don't get too naughty. If you are a little bit naughty
> at the right times it's all right, but too much is too much." I say
> as I finish dressing, "Now come on."
>
> Ten minutes later, the girls are removing their clothes, almost
> before I kick the front door closed and I have to tell them not to
> leave their clothes in the entryway. Giggling they, do so, taking
> them through to the lounge along with the drinks while I go and get
> the pizzas.
>
> As I enter the lounge, Rene relieves me of the pizzas, while Alison
> leads me towards a chair, which she stands on to remove my shirt,
> while Anna opens my pants and slides them down my legs, at which
> point she realises that my shoes are in the way. Giggling, she and
> Rene take a shoe each, and a few seconds later, they have me as naked
> as themselves.
>
> Laying the towels over the carpet to catch anything we drop, we
> settle down to eat. The three girls sit opposite me with their legs
> crossed, giving me a perfect view of their hairless pre-teen slits.
>
> On the left, Rene's fat little lips are slightly parted, revealing a
> tiny pink nubbin at the top of her cleft and a tiny hole at the
> bottom. So small is the entrance to her vagina, that I find it
> difficult to believe that it can open enough to accommodate my
> littlest finger, let alone something that might make a girl three or
> even four times her age pause.
>
> In the middle sits Alison, her more mature slit gaping a little to
> reveal the darker pink of her still developing inner lips, surmounted
> at the top by her little pink clit, peeping from within it's hood.
> At the base, a small dark hole that is leaking a glistening dribble
> of clear, sweet juice onto the towel beneath her bottom.
>
> Finally, I allow my eyes to fall on Anna and drink her in. Dark,
> expressive eyes meet mine from beneath her mop of half dry, brunette
> curls. A dozen or so freckles pepper her small, retrousse nose above
> a pair of full, moist lips which are slightly quirked upwards in one
> corner and her cheeks are delicately flushed.
>
> Supporting her head is a long slender neck, and her tiny eight year
> old body is slim, without being skinny. Her tiny pink nipples have
> not yet begun to darken and are only distinguishable by the paleness
> of the skin that surrounds them and an almost imperceptible bump in
> the very center. Centred in her flat, white belly, is her navel, a
> tiny, half inch long vertical slit and running diagonally over her
> right hip is a slightly angry, red slash, marking where her appendix
> has been removed.
>
> Ultimately, my eyes come to her treasure of treasures. Between
> slender, lightly tanned thighs, one marked with a series of parallel
> scratches bestowed by the see-saw, is her tightly closed slit, at the
> base a tiny puckered dimple, almost completely closed to the outside
> world.
>
> My eyes follow the line of the fine, shadowed crack, that separates
> the large, perfectly formed halves of her pale, snowy mons. Only
> where her huge clit, which has begun to harden under the influence of
> my gaze, do her tightly closed labia grudgingly separate, closing
> again immediately above her clitoris, embracing it firmly and
> vanishing half an inch or so higher, where her mound meets her belly.
>
> Whilst I look, her hand comes down to cover her mound, her tiny
> fingers lightly brushing over the shiny pink head of her clit. As I
> watch, it continues to harden and elongates, until it finally stands
> fully erect, a firm, lustrous shaft of dark pink flesh, that visibly
> pulses with her heartbeat.
>
> A moment later, I catch sight of Rene moving out of the corner of my
> eye as she drops her half eaten slice of pizza back into the box and
> starts crawling on hands and knees behind her sister. "No Rene,
> after tea." I tell her, receiving a rebellious look in return as she
> continues to move towards Anna.
>
> "After tea or not at all." I threaten and she stops dead, then
> rapidly shuffles backwards, returning to her pizza, which she starts
> stuffing into her mouth. "That goes for you too." I say to Anna,
> smiling as she jerks her hand away from her pussy and reaches for a
> slice of pizza.
>
> As we eat, we pass the bottle of lemonade around, not bothering about
> cups. The first time a chunk of pineapple falls from Alison's pizza,
> I pick it from between her legs and use it to collect some of the
> dribble of pussy juice that seeps from her vagina. Then as Anna
> looks on in wide eyed amazement, I pop it into my mouth and chew it
> with exaggerated motions of my jaw as I make loud noises of approval.
>
> After that, the girls become much more messy eaters, continually
> dropping bits and pieces of pizza topping and taking turns to collect
> them from between each other's legs, and rubbing them against a
> seeping pussy, before consuming them. Even Anna joins in, as she
> begins to realise that the other two seem to enjoy the flavour of
> this new seasoning as much as I had. The first time she tastes
> Alison's nectar, she holds the piece of pineapple between her
> fingers, considering it carefully for a few seconds before she
> tentatively, extends her tongue and licks at it.
>
> Detecting nothing nasty, she pops it into her mouth. She then
> deliberately picks another chunk off her slice and rubs it against
> Alison's slit to collect another tasty morsel. Because of her
> greater age and hence, higher level of lubricant production, the
> other two girls hands are constantly between her widespread thighs.
> Almost as if they were using her for a savoury dip.
>
> As the younger girl's gustatory adventures continue, she becomes more
> and more aroused and begins to loose her coordination, at one point
> dropping her half eaten slice of pizza on Rene's hands as the
> impertinent preschooler, tweaks her elder sister's rock hard clit.
> Giggling, the little girl recovers the slice and sops up most of
> Alison's seeping juices with the crust.
>
> She then takes a big bite out of the crust and says, "Get another
> slice." when Alison protests. As she chews on the succulent
> mouthful, she offers Anna a bite, and giggling madly, the two
> littlest girls tease Alison by sharing her dinner and her vaginal
> secretions in front of her.
>
> Good naturedly, Alison pushes them apart long enough to snag another
> wedge from the box, and withdraws to one side to eat it in peace as
> she slides two greasy fingers in and out of her weeping hole. Then
> once she has nibbled the slice down to the crust, she pushes it up
> into her body, sopping up considerably more juices than Rene had
> filched.
>
> What she does next can only be described as, 'eating at them', as she
> slowly nibbles the sodden crust, loudly expressing her appreciation
> of each tiny bite.
>
> Just then the phone rings, and saying, "Be good." I rise to answer
> it.
>
> "Hello?" I say, picking up the receiver.
>
> "Hello Greg? It's Jean. Can I ask you a huge favour?" her voice is
> a strange mixture of diffidence and fear.
>
> "You can always ask." I reply.
>
> "Could you possibly keep Anna there with you overnight?" she asks.
> explaining, "They've just taken Sean off to theatre and I'd like to
> be here just in case."
>
> "Oh my God!" I say, "What's wrong? It isn't anything serious, is
> it?"
>
> "There was a blood clot in his leg and it's moved into one of his
> lungs, I guess we're lucky it didn't lodge in his heart, but they
> have to operate to remove it. They say it's pretty serious, but he
> should be all right."
>
> "Of course I'll look after her if you need me to, but wouldn't she be
> better off with her grandparents?"
>
> "Her grandparents live in Melbourne and I don't want to scare her by
> having a friend pick her up from there and take her home with them.
> I'd rather not tell her about this until the operation is over. She
> loves her father very much and It would just be too devastating for
> her to be told that he's going to be ok and then have something
> happen. This way you can just tell her that I'm very tired and I
> thought she might like to sleep over."
>
> "Stop talking like that!" I scold her, "He's going to be fine. Now,
> what about you? Are you going to be ok? Would you like me to come
> and get Robert too?"
>
> "I know I'm being silly, I just can't help it." she says, "Robert's
> fine right here, they're putting him in the children's ward, so all
> you have to worry about is Anna. I'll call tomorrow morning to let
> you know how things went."
>
> "Ok, well that's settled." I say, "Now I've got a fair idea that you
> aren't going to get much sleep tonight, so if you want me to, I'll
> keep Anna here until tomorrow afternoon. How about you call me in
> the morning and if everything's ok, I'll take her and the other two
> to some caves I know of. They're not that much really, but when I
> was their age I thought they were the greatest and they're perfectly
> safe. That way you can get some sleep tomorrow and I'll bring her
> home in time for tea. How does that sound?"
>
> "It sounds great." Jean tells me in relieved tones, "I feel like
> shit now, and by tomorrow morning I'll be like the walking dead. I
> don't know how, I'm ever going to repay you."
>
> "I've already told you: Help other people when they need it and tell
> them to do the same." I reply, "Now do you want to speak to Anna?"
>
> "No I don't think so." she replies thoughtfully, "If I speak to her,
> she's going to know that something's wrong. So just tell her Robert
> started crying or something."
>
> "Ok," I say, "I think I'll set up the girl's mattresses in the lounge
> and let them have a slumber party. Would you mind if I let her stay
> up late?"
>
> "No, that would be great, she'll be so excited about that, that she
> won't have time to wonder why I'm getting her to stay over. I've got
> to go now somebody want's to use the phone. I'll speak to you in the
> morning. Bye."
>
> "Bye." I reply, and hurriedly add, "Oh, one last thing. Once Sean's
> out of theatre, you tell the nurse to give you a glass of warm milk
> and some Mogadon. And I don't want to hear from you until nine
> o'clock at the earliest."
>
> "I will." she says, a hint of laughter in her voice, "See you."
>
> "Ciao." I reply, and hang up.
>
> Chapter 23 - Sleepover Games.
>
> In they lounge, I find that the girls have abandoned the last few
> slices of pizza and have moved on to desert, Alison. She is lying
> back on a towel with her knees pulled up into her armpits. Crouched
> over her pussy, with their backs towards me, Anna and Rene are
> jostling playfully, taking alternate swipes at Alison's drooling
> pussy with their tongues.
>
> Holding my finger to my lips, I wink at Alison over the tops of the
> younger girl's heads and creep up behind them. Extending the index
> finger of one hand and cupping the other, I surprise them, each
> according to their ability to accommodate my attentions. In a single
> smooth motion, I bury my finger to the hilt in Rene's tiny, pre-teen
> twat, making her jerk upright and squeal in pleased surprise. Anna
> too squeaks and sits back on her heels, trapping my hand beneath her,
> as I curl my fingers under her and caress her smooth, hairless mound,
> clasping her protruding clit between two fingers.
>
> Taking advantage of their, temporary immobility, I drop to my knees
> and lean between them to taste Alison's saliva and pussy juice
> slicked quim. Extending my tongue, I drag it in a broad, wet swipe
> from the base of her spine to her solid little clit. She squeals
> with delight, lifting her hips from the floor to prolong the contact
> with my tongue.
>
> "Oooh, you licked her bottom hole." Anna breathes, shocked.
>
> "Uh-huh," I say grinning at her. "it's clean and it feel's good.
> Doesn't it Alison?" I ask, as I return to the puckered, pink
> rosebud, circling it with the tip of my tongue and stabbing at the
> winking eye with the tip every couple of orbits.
>
> "Oh yeah!" Alison breathes between squeaks, lifting her hips higher
> to give me greater access to her twitching arsehole. "It feels
> great."
>
> On my left, Rene bounces on my hand, pulling herself up until only
> the tip of my finger remains within her pussy, then slams herself
> back down, squealing happily, as she drives my finger back up into
> the hot, slick, embrace of her incredibly elastic little vagina.
> Again and again, she rises and falls on my finger, voicing her
> pleasure, with little squeaks and moans of enjoyment.
>
> As Alison jounces her hips to remind me that I should be paying some
> attention to her, Anna lifts herself from my hand and moves away. I
> look up to see what she is doing and find her trying to see where my
> finger pierces Rene's body.
>
> Briefly, I abandon Alison, smiling at her disappointed moan, and roll
> Rene over onto her back beside her sister. Kneeling between the two
> girls, I push two fingers on each hand into their little cunts and
> begin pumping them in and out. Both girls lift themselves up onto
> their elbows to watch my fingers sliding in and out of their tight
> little twats while Anna looks on in stunned silence.
>
> A moment later she breaks the silence with a disbelieving gasp, as I
> add a third finger, first to Rene's incredibly pliant sheath and
> then, her big sister's. Curling my fingertips upwards within their
> vaginas, I search for and find their G-spots, grinning as they squeal
> in unison and lift their bottoms clear of the towel in order to force
> my fingers deeper into their bodies.
>
> As my attentions to their most potent erogenous zones continue, first
> Alison and then Rene, fall off their elbows and onto their backs,
> their hips bouncing involuntarily up and down as they come closer and
> closer to a climax like they have never experienced before.
> Increasing the speed of my plunging fingers, I bring my thumb down
> onto their clits, pressing upwards harder with my fingertips,
> intensifying the pressure on their G-spots.
>
> A moment later, Alison's breath leaves her body with an explosive
> grunt as she bridges, lifting up onto her heels and the top of her
> head as every muscle in her body spasms in climax. Unable to
> breathe, her body jerks in time with the incredibly powerful
> contractions of her vaginal sheath about my deeply embedded fingers.
> As her body is wracked with an ongoing series of internal explosions
> she squirts a considerable quantity of pale, slightly milky fluid
> into the palm of my hand.
>
> Halfway through Alison's climax, Rene gives voice to a shriek of pure
> animalistic pleasure, that is abruptly cut off, almost before it
> begins, as her diaphragm locks tight. So intense is the little
> girl's climax, that the muscles of her contracting vagina literally
> force my fingers from her body, even as she too releases a small
> amount of feminine ejaculate into my palm.
>
> A moment later, both girls collapse, Rene into unconsciousness, as
> their orgasms finish. Carefully cupping my hands to preserve the
> precious fluids filling them, I turn to a wild eyed Anna, who looks
> from the girls to my hands and finally up into my face. "Oh wow,
> they peed in your hands." she breathes, "Are they all right?"
>
> "They're fine." I say reassuringly, they're just a little worn out.
> And this isn't pee, it's like the stuff you were licking up before,
> but even better. 'You want some?"
>
> "Is it really better?" she ask, a trifle disbelievingly.
>
> "The best." I reply enthusiastically and lap up the sweet, ambrosial
> puddle that Alison had left in the palm of my right hand.
>
> Reassured by my obvious enjoyment, Anna sniffs at the small pool in
> the palm of my left hand, smiling at the strong, but pleasing aroma.
> She then delicately dips the tip of her tongue into Rene's ejaculate
> and samples the flavour. The ecstatic look that fills her face is
> indication enough that she likes what she has tasted. She seizes my
> wrist in an iron grip and rapturously laps up the rest. licking from
> my wrist to my fingertips, ensuring that not a drop of Rene's sweet,
> ambrosial nectar is missed. Indeed, so powerful is her liking for
> this new treat, that when I go to clean my right hand, her hand
> shoots out to stop me, grabbing my wrist and pulling it down to her
> mouth and waiting, eager, flicking tongue.
>
> A groan from Alison makes me look up to where she has recovered
> enough to lift herself up on to one elbow and look on with interest.
> She slides a trembling hand across her still heaving belly and
> between her legs to collect a portion of the delectable moisture,
> that has so enraptured Anna. Lifting it to her lips, she tastes her
> nectar and smiles ecstatically. Her hand becomes almost a blur as
> she transfers the exquisite emission from her pussy to her mouth.
>
> A few moments later, she realises that Rene had received the same
> treatment and ignoring the fact that her little sister is still
> unconscious, she rolls over with a groan and fastens her lips to her
> sister's fat little baby pussy. A moment later an almost inaudible
> moan announces Rene's return to consciousness. I look at her face,
> watching her eyelids flutter open as she licks at her dry lips and
> tries to say something.
>
> Freeing myself from Anna, I pick up the bottle of soft drink, and
> push Alison away. I lift Rene into my lap, supporting her head like
> I would a babies, I hold the mouth of the bottle to her lips and give
> her a drink.
>
> She gulps avidly for a few seconds then pushes the bottle aside and
> moans, saying, "Oh wow, that was really good. How come it wasn't
> like that this morning?"
>
> "Because it would have scared you too much then." I reply, "So I
> made it gentle that time. What was it like this time?"
>
> "Like I had a 'gasm everywhere." she replies. "Did it happen to you
> too Alison?"
>
> "Uh-huh!" Alison nods, "It was like everything just exploded. It
> was fucking great."
>
> "I wish that could happen to me too and you could put your thin-uh
> cock in me and do it-uh fuck me too." Anna says wistfully.
>
> "Oh that reminds me." I say, "How do you feel about having lunch
> with Alison and Rene tomorrow?"
>
> "Yeah I'd like that." Anna replies, "Are you going to have another
> picnic in the park?"
>
> "Well if you want to." I say grinning broadly, "But I thought we
> might go to some caves I know after your mother calls us and have
> lunch there."
>
> "Huh?" she replies confused.
>
> "Don't you get it silly?" Alison says, "You're not going home
> tonight, you're staying here with us and you can get Greg to fuck you
> and everything."
>
> "Really?" she squeals, "Was that mummy on the phone, why didn't she
> want to talk to me?"
>
> "Yes it was your mummy, and she's still feeling tired, so she asked
> if you can stay here. She didn't have time to talk because Robert
> started crying and she had to go to him. So do you want to stay?"
>
> "Of course I want to stay." she replies indignantly, "Will you
> really fuck me?"
>
> "If you want me to." I reply.
>
> "Cool. Can we do it now?" she asks excitedly.
>
> "Well not quite yet." I reply, "Let's get cleaned up in here first
> so we can bring out some mattresses. We're going to have a slumber
> party and you can stay up as late as you want."
>
> "Me too?" Rene asks hopefully.
>
> "Yes you too." I reply grinning, "Now chop, chop, get moving." I
> roll her from my lap and playfully swat her behind.
>
> She impudently waggles her little bum at me and I apply a few more
> light smacks to it, making her giggle, then squeal, as I swat the fat
> little lips of her pussy that peek between her thighs. A moment
> later Alison, kneels beside her baby sister and presents me with the
> same view and Anna takes up station on the other side. I give the
> proffered bums and pussies a half a dozen light swats each. Then
> going from left to right, I apply one smack per behind, just hard
> enough to sting a little and make them squeak, saying, "Move."
>
> Giggling, they crawl away from me, and pick up the remains of our
> meal as I collect our clothes and the towels, taking them through to
> the laundry, where I put them in the washer and start it running.
> Collecting the girls on my way back through the kitchen, I lead them
> into the master bedroom, where we strip the bed, and with a great
> deal of giggling and awkward manoeuvring we carry the mattress
> through to the lounge.
>
> As I try to remake the bed, all three girls dive under the sheet as I
> flick it out, giggling madly as it settles, billowing, over their
> wriggling forms. I fall with a ferocious growl over the moving lumps
> under sheet, jabbing my fingers into whatever parts of their
> anatomies that present themselves. Their giggles become wild howls
> of laughter and their squirming quickly entangles them in the sheet.
>
> However, with all of the soft drink that they have consumed, it does
> not take long, before Anna shrieks, "I'm gonna piddle."
>
> Not wanting to soil Cheryl's mattress, I immediately desist and pull
> the sheet from over them. Once she is able to see, Rene looks from
> Anna to me is a decidedly speculative fashion. Finally she asks,
> "Wanna do wees in my mouth?"
>
> Anna stares at Rene, her jaw hanging open in shocked disbelief. Rene
> giggles at her expression and says, "Greg drank my wees this morning
> and I tasted it too. It doesn't taste bad and it made me feel really
> funny in my pussy when he drank it."
>
> Unable to speak, Anna looks at me for confirmation. Instead of
> answering her directly, I turn to Alison and say, "You promised me a
> drink this morning and then you wasted it in the dirt at the park.
> Are you going to make it up to me now?"
>
> "Yeah," she replies with a wicked gleam in her eyes, "but you've got
> to let me drink yours too."
>
> "Hey you can't drink all his wees, I want some too." Rene protests,
> glaring at her sister.
>
> Finally, Anna finds her voice and she fearfully asks me, do I have to
> drink piddle too?"
>
> Gathering her into my lap, I hug her tightly then move her back
> enough for me to look into her eyes and say seriously, "You never,
> ever, have to do anything with us that you don't want to. If you
> want to pee in Rene's mouth that's all right and if you are totally
> grossed out by it, you can stay out here and we'll promise to brush
> our teeth before we come back. And if you want to watch us and do
> nothing yourself that's all right too."
>
> Anna considers my words for a few seconds, the apprehensive look
> lifting from her features as she comprehends what I am saying. "I
> wanna watch." she says, wriggling uncomfortably and pressing her
> hand in between her legs, "Can we go now? I need to go real bad."
>
> "Are you gonna let me drink it?" Rene asks.
>
> "Yeah!" Anna giggles, "I still can't believe you really mean it
> though. It's so... it's just so nasty."
>
> "I know." I answer as I help her to her feet and get up myself.
> "That's what makes it so sexy. Besides little girls make really
> tasty piss."
>
> Impatient to begin, Rene grasps Anna's hand and jerking on her arm,
> leads her towards the toilet. Laughing at Rene's eagerness, I take
> Alison's hand in mine and follow on their heels. With all four of us
> crowded into the toilet there is no room to move, so I suggest we
> continue through to the bathroom and do it on the floor in there.
>
> Rene grumbles when I begin moving everything off the tiled bathroom
> floor into the bath, so impatient is she to begin. But a few seconds
> later we have the floor clear and she starts to lie down.
>
> "Wait a sec," I say, "let's do this a bit differently."
>
> Crouching behind Anna, I take hold of her legs just above her knees
> and as I lift her, I pull her knees up into her armpits so that her
> pussy is fully exposed to Rene and her sister. As Rene moves into
> position in front of us, Alison says, "Now don't drink it all
> yourself, I want some too."
>
> "Me too." I chime in, "Save a little bit for me."
>
> "I'll think about it." Rene giggles and leans forwards, licking from
> Anna's puckered little anus to her semi-erect clit.
>
> "Hey she licked my bum hole!" Anna gasps in shock.
>
> Rene giggles at Anna's reaction and does it again, this time flicking
> her tongue back and forth over Anna's rapidly erecting clit a few
> times before seriously going to work on Anna's rubbery pink ring.
> Every few seconds she shift her attention upwards, briefly sucking on
> Anna's hugely distended clitoris and thing going back to her arsehole.
>
> Once Rene is sure that she has milked the situation for maximum shock
> value, she prises Anna's pussy lips apart and tickles her urethral
> opening with her tongue. "Ok, you can do it now." She informs Anna
> imperiously.
>
> Anna strains for a fews seconds, then sheepishly admits, "I can't do
> it like this, I feel too weird."
>
> "Oh phooey!" Rene exclaims. Her hands leave Anna's pussy lips and
> she digs her fingers into the tiny eight year old's ribs, making her
> shriek with laughter and squirm in my arms. Within a few seconds the
> tickling has the desired effect and Anna's bladder lets loose with a
> powerful stream of almost clear urine that catches Rene full in the
> face.
>
> Quickly, Rene opens her mouth and catches Anna's mictural outpourings
> on her tongue. Anna gasps, her laughter totally forgotten as she
> watches Rene's mouth fill to overflowing with her piss. As Anna's
> piss begins to dribble from the corners of Rene's mouth Alison
> shoulders her aside and with her eyes closed she allows the hot
> stream to play over her face for a few seconds before she too opens
> her mouth and tastes Anna's urine.
>
> Grinning happily, she moves aside and gulps loudly, swallowing her
> mouthful of piss while Rene puts her face back into the firing line,
> eagerly refilling her mouth with Anna's sweet, warm pee. As she
> moves aside for her sister, I see Rene's cheeks rhythmically bulging
> as she holds the hot piss in her mouth, swishing it around on her
> tongue.
>
> Then, just as Alison's mouth begins to overflow, the stream emerging
> from between Anna's glistening pussy lips cuts off and she twists her
> head up to look at me. "Ok, your turn." she informs me in a
> slightly strained voice.
>
> Tightening my grip about her thighs, I take a step backwards and
> allow Anna's torso to fall as I pull her pussy to my lips. The
> sudden inversion of her body surprises her and as she lets out an
> involuntary squeal, she looses control of her bladder. A ten inch
> fountain of pee rises into the air and falls back onto her pussy to
> dribble down over her stomach and upper torso.
>
> I quickly pull her the remaining distance to my mouth and clamp my
> lips over her wet little mons, tasting her pee for the first time.
> The pale fluid spurting from between her hairless labia is warm and
> sweet, having only the slightest tang of acridity. Thirstily, I
> accept her offering into my mouth, gulping once, twice, three times
> as my mouth fills. As I swallow for the third time, the flow of
> Anna's piss slows, until with one last spurt she pushes the last of
> her sweet urine past my teeth and onto my tongue.
>
> Retaining this last warm mouthful, I lap at her slit, feeling her
> enormous clitoris swell to maximum hardness, pushing back against my
> tongue. She squirms at the contact, trying to increase pressure of
> the contact between her tight pre-teen pussy and my tongue. But for
> her the position is too awkward and for me the strain becomes too
> mush as my arms start to burn. Reluctantly, I lower her, moaning in
> disappointment, to the tiles, Alison supporting her head.
>
> Almost immediately Rene moves in on the side opposite her sister and
> helps Anna into a sitting position. Her cheeks still bulging, she
> looks at Anna and points to her mouth, her eyebrows raised
> quizzically as she tilts her head to one side. Confused, Anna looks
> up at me, "What...?" she begins.
>
> Reluctantly I swallow my own mouthful and explain, "She want's to
> know if you want to taste it."
>
> Anna considers this for a fews seconds before hesitantly agreeing,
> "Well, ok, but just a little bit and she's got to stop if I don't
> like it. Ok?"
>
> Rene nods her agreement and taking Anna's head between her hands, she
> brings her mouth close to Anna's still closed lips. Instead of
> trying to coax Anna into opening them, she dribbles a few droplets
> onto Anna's lips and pulls back to see what she will do.
>
> Comically screwing her face up, as if being forced to take a
> particularly nasty medicine, Anna parts her lips and allows her
> tongue to touch the wetness coating them. Almost as soon as her
> tongue touches her lips it flicks back while she tests the flavour.
> Then unable to detect anything at all, she swipes her tongue all
> around her lips, her eyes widening a little as she realises that it
> isn't that bad.
>
> Rene then makes a short, abortive move towards Anna and waits. Anna
> nods her agreement, saying, "Not to much." She then tilts her head
> back and holds her mouth open like a little bird waiting to be fed.
>
> Rene leans over her older friend and lets another small dribble of
> urine fall, this time onto Anna's waiting tongue. She hovers over
> Anna, as the tiny eight year old, closes her lips and works her pee
> around on her tongue for a few seconds. Suddenly a wicked gleam
> enters her eyes and without warning she grabs Rene's head in her
> hands and attaches her wide open mouth in a lamprey like grip over
> Rene's, causing the smaller girl to squeak in surprise and allow the
> rest of the pee filling her mouth to pour into Anna's.
>
> Anna quickly gulps down the tasty treat and Rene pulls back. "You
> pinched it!" she cries accusingly, scowling at Anna.
>
> "Well it was mine in the first place." Anna replies with a grin.
>
> Alison and I both giggle at this and a few seconds later, unable to
> maintain her pique, Rene joins in, "Yeah, I guess it was."
>
> "And I'll give it back later." Anna continues, causing me to
> completely loose it and slide to the floor.
>
> "Oh stop, or I'll pee on the FLOOR!" Alison cries through her
> giggles, holding her crotch as she collapses half on top of me.
>
> "No I want it!" Anna yelps, her earlier reluctance completely
> overcome.
>
> "Well hurry up, I can't hold it much longer." Alison gasps,
> squirming.
>
> "Me either." Rene says, her hand cupping her hairless mound as she
> dances from foot to foot.
>
> "Hey, you can both do it too me at the same time." Anna says.
>
> "How?" Alison asks, "Only one of us can stand in front of you."
>
> "Like this," Anna answers, "Lying down on her back. You stand here."
> Anna grasps Alison's ankles and guides her into a position astride
> her chest. "And you stand behind my head. Now try and hit the
> target." she finishes, stretching her mouth wide open and she closes
> her eyes.
>
> "But we'll get your face and it'll get in your hair." Rene objects.
>
> "So." Alison says, "Greg pissed all over me last night and we're
> going to have to have a shower anyway."
>
> "Oh yeah." Rene says with a giggle. "Ready." she puts her fingers
> on her sister's pussy and waits for her to do the same. "Aim." They
> pry each other's lips apart. "FIRE!" Together the two sisters begin
> to piss on their new friend, as I look on, my throbbing hardon
> threatening to explode.
>
> Rene's giggling does nothing to improve her aim, and the golden
> stream that shoots from her bare little cunt splashes all over Anna's
> face and neck before it settles down. Alison too misses on the first
> shot, her point of aim so low that she hits Anna squarely between her
> pale pink nipples before she corrects her aim and her slightly darker
> emission joins her sister's to whip up a froth in Anna's eagerly
> waiting mouth. Each time the tiny eight year old closes her mouth to
> swallow, Alison's and Rene's piss splashes off her lips and chin to
> flow down over her cheeks and the sides of her neck, until she is
> lying in a spreading pool of piss over a yard across.
>
> About halfway through, Alison presses a finger into the crease
> between her sister's pussy lips causing piss to spray in all
> directions, fine droplets bespattering her thighs and all over Anna's
> torso. Not to be outdone, Rene too partially covers her urethral
> opening with a finger, but she does it from behind and by dint of
> careful aiming, manages to hose herself down with big sister's piss,
> from just beneath her tiny nipples to her knees as well as all over
> Anna's face and upper torso.
>
> A few seconds later, first Rene and then Alison finish, their piss
> slowing to a dribble that hit's Anna in the forehead and chin. The
> two girls then step back to survey the soaking, bedraggled mess that
> they have made of their friend.
>
> "That was fun." Rene observes.
>
> "Shit yeah!" Alison agrees. breathlessly, adding as she surveys the
> floor, "God we made a mess."
>
> Stepping over Anna's still prone body, I dampen a washcloth with warm
> water and lift her to a sitting position then wipe the piss from her
> eyes so that she can open them. "So how was it?" I ask as I clean
> her face.
>
> "Great!" she replies with a grin, "It wasn't horrible at all, just a
> bit salty and it was sweet too. It made me feel really funny in my
> tummy and pussy too. Are you going to pee for us now?"
>
> "In a minute." says Alison before I can answer, "He can't piss when
> his dick is hard like that, but I know how to fix it."
>
> Taking the washcloth from my hands, she rinses it out in cold water
> and advances on me, grinning maniacally. Laughing, I pretend to
> cringe as I ineffectually try to fend her off. Then after a few
> seconds, I let her get past my guard and wrap the saturated and very
> cold cloth about my balls and rampant member. Subject to such
> treatment, my hardon quickly retreats and my scrotum contracts until
> it is a shrunken, pimpled sack holding my balls tight against my body
> and my once proud staff becomes a limp white grub.
>
> "There!" Alison declares, withdrawing the cloth and tossing it in
> the sink.
>
> "It looks funny." Anna giggles. "Like a worm sitting on a rock or
> something."
>
> "You should have seen it when I turned on the cold water in the
> shower last night." Alison laughs, "It shrunk until it was only this
> big." She holds her hand up, thumb and forefinger about an inch
> apart to illustrate.
>
> "Well, I'm just about to burst, so you'd better hurry up and get
> ready." I say, "Now I better warn you, a mans piss can be quite a
> bit stronger so you'd better taste it before you open your mouths
> right up. Ok?"
>
> "Ok," they chorus, as they start trying to work out how to arrange
> themselves.
>
> Due to their differences in height, they end up with Alison sitting
> on the floor in the puddle of piss they'd created pissing on Anna.
> Anna kneels beside her, sitting on her heels and Rene kneels on the
> other side. Once in position, the two younger girls press their
> cheeks against Alison's and contrary to my warnings all three of them
> open their mouths wide.
>
> As I look at these three beautiful little girls jostling each other
> as they eagerly wait for me to start pissing, I am struck by just how
> much they look like a family of nestlings and I give voice my earlier
> observation, saying, "You lot look like a nest full of baby birds
> waiting to be fed."
>
> "Cheep, cheep." Rene chirps.
>
> "Cheep, my worm, cheep." Anna declares.
>
> "No mine, cheep." Alison says.
>
> As they start shoving each other, each trying to be the first, to
> receive my piss, I feel a stirring in my loins and my cock starts to
> grow again as I look at their tight hairless cracks and flat chests.
> I marvel at their willingness, no eagerness, for me to piss in their
> mouths and over their faces.
>
> Then before it once again becomes impossible for me to piss, I warn,
> "Ok, here it comes."
>
> Upon hearing my warning they close their eyes, but amazingly their
> mouths open even wider. As the pressure in my bladder becomes too
> much to be denied, I cut loose with a powerful stream of steaming
> urine, that impacts between Alison's tiny breasts. Due to the
> considerable quantity of soft drink that I had consumed, my piss is
> almost perfectly clear and I feel safe in redirecting my aim higher.
>
> Swinging the stream from side to side, I lift my cock slightly and
> get Anna on the point of the chin and a little splashes into her
> mouth. The flavour is obviously not too much for her, as she ducks
> her head slightly catching a little on her tongue as I move on
> towards Alison and then Rene. Both girls keep their mouth open after
> tasting my piss and I lift my point of aim to their foreheads, so
> that my piss cascades down over their eyelids and beside their noses.
> Some dribbles into their mouths but the majority drips from their
> chins and down onto their chests.
>
> Anna makes a complaining noise and lifts herself a little, so that my
> next pass hits her directly between the teeth and fills her mouth.
> The other two also try to capture more on their tongues, so I give
> them what they want and fill their mouths with my urine. As they
> close their mouths to swallow, I fight my rapidly hardening cock down
> enough that I can take aim at their bald little slits.
>
> Anna gasps as the hot stream hits her exposed clitoris, making it
> vibrate under the impact, but her wide open mouth tells me where she
> really wants it, so I resume pissing in her face. As my bladder
> empties and the pressure lessens, I move forwards, laying the tip of
> my, almost fully hardened cock on her lower lip and releasing a short
> spurt directly into her mouth. Turning my hips I do the same for
> Alison then Rene, squeezing the last of my piss out onto my tiniest
> lover's tongue as she pushes her head forwards and engulfs the first
> two inches of my cock in her warm wet mouth.
>
> Rene nurses on my fully hardened cock, her cheeks hollowed as she
> strips the last salty drops of urine from my shaft. Then taking a
> deep breath, she pushes her face forwards, driving my swelling glans
> against the back of her throat and part way into it. Immediately,
> her throat convulses about my cock head, forcing it clear and her
> teeth scrape the underside of by shaft as she pulls back gagging.
> Straight away, I drop to my knees and gather her up in my arms,
> pulling her into my lap as I hold her, waiting for the paroxysmic
> coughing to finish. Peripherally, I am aware of Alison's concerned
> expression and Anna explaining to her what had happened, but most of
> my attention is on calming Rene.
>
> A little while later, she lifts her head from my chest and turns her
> tear streaked face up to me, asking "How come I can't do it like Anna
> did?"
>
> "Because you tried to do it the very hardest way it is to do it,
> silly billy." I gently chide her, lowering my lips to her cheeks and
> kissing and licking her salty tears away, before I realise that most
> of those tears were my piss. I then mentally shrug my shoulders and
> continue cleaning her face with my tongue, ignoring the slightly
> bitter taste.
>
> "Unless you are used to it like Anna is," I continue explaining, "you
> have to make sure that your neck is really straight. And you tried
> to force it down too. Some people can do it like that, but until you
> know just how to make your muscles go loose you have to take it slow
> and swallow at the same time. The way you did it, made your body
> think it was choking so it forced my cock out."
>
> "Now are you ok?" I finish.
>
> "Uh, huh." she nods, dragging the back of her arm under her nose and
> sniffing. She then asks with a wan little grin, "How do I do it
> then?"
>
> "Anna can show you a bit later," I say helping her to her feet, "but
> first, We better clean up a bit. Why don't you three hop in the
> shower while I find the mop."
>
> leaving them pushing, shoving and giggling, I get the mop from the
> laundry, and after wetting it in the trough, I walk backwards into
> the bathroom, cleaning up my pissy footprints as I go. I then push
> the pool of urine on the floor into the drain, rinsing the mop
> between the girl's feet. Then once the floor is clean I set the mop
> aside and squeeze in with my three giggling lovers.
>
> Taking the shampoo from the tidy hanging from the shower head, I
> squeeze a dollop onto the crown of Rene's head suggesting that Alison
> wash her hair while I do Anna's. With much giggling and unnecessary
> rubbing of skin against skin, we wash each other's hair. When it is
> her turn to do my hair, Anna stands on my thighs as I sit with my
> legs crossed so that she can comfortably reach the top of my head.
>
> Then as She takes the head on it's long hose to rinse the suds from
> my hair, I can no longer resist the temptation to press my lips
> between her belly button and blow. Squealing, she loses control of
> the shower head, and water goes everywhere. Enfolding her tiny waist
> with my hands, I lift her squirming body higher, blowing zoobers all
> over her belly and mound, paying a great deal of attention to the
> distended pink shaft that protrudes from between her labia.
>
> As I continue she stops squirming and her hands entangle themselves
> in my hair, pulling me closer as the vibrations of my lips around her
> enormous clit turn her shrieking giggles to softer more sensuous
> sounds. I let her grind her pussy against my face for a few seconds
> then after spearing my tongue into the slit of her belly button, I
> release her to stand giggling and gasping between my legs.
>
> Grabbing the shower head, I finish rinsing my hair and then turn it
> on Rene and Alison who are slowly soaping each other's groins, their
> fingers softly tracing the lines of their labia amid the froth. I
> alternate the pounding spray between Rene's and Alison's pussies,
> rinsing the suds away.
>
> Making little noises of pleasure, they both widen their stance and
> push their hips forwards, their fingers stretching their pussy lips
> apart to reveal their clits. Their lips unconsciously parting and
> pelvises slowly gyrating as they lean their shoulders against the
> tiles and surrender themselves to the pleasurable sensations
> emanating their pussies.
>
> Almost, their pleasure makes me change my mind, but the opportunity
> is too good to miss. With their eyes closed, they do not see me wink
> at Anna and as I turn the spray fully on Alison's prominently
> displayed mound, I reach across and turn the hot water fully off,
> getting my revenge for her doing the same to me the night before.
>
> With a screech of outrage that makes me wince, her eyes open
> comically wide, and she jams her hands between her legs to cover her
> suddenly cooled ardour. Using the chilled water like a lash, I back
> her into a corner and hose her up and down, eliciting more shrieks as
> her sister and Anna retreat from the stall, giggling madly at her
> misfortune.
>
> A couple of seconds later I relent, turning the shower head away from
> her, I bring the hot water back up and help her warm up a little as I
> say, "That's for last night."
>
> "You're a bastard!" she yells, then as two shocked gasps come from
> the other side of the curtain, she realises what she has just said
> and claps her hands over her mouth in a vain attempt to stuff the
> words back in.
>
> "Go and dry off in front of the fire you two." I say through the
> curtain, and hear the sounds of their feet beating a hasty retreat
> down the hall.
>
> Chapter 24 - Lessons.
>
> Slowly standing up, I return the shower head to it's hook and look
> down on Alison, who's eyes follow every movement of mine with deep
> apprehension. "Well," I say, as I hear the loungeroom door close
> with a bang, "what are we going to do about this?"
>
> "Mamma'd hit me with the wooden spoon." Alison volunteers, a catch
> in her voice.
>
> "Well I don't think we have to go that far." I say letting a little
> of the sternness fall from my voice, "I probably deserved it and
> more, but you said it in front of Rene and Anna, so we can't just let
> it go can we?"
>
> "I s'pose not." she mumbles, "Whatcha gonna do?"
>
> "Well I could send you to bed now." I say.
>
> Upon hearing this, her eyes look beseechingly up at me and she asks,
> "Do I have to? Can't you do something else instead?"
>
> "Like what?" I ask in return.
>
> "You could spank me," she says almost inaudibly, "and then I could
> still fuck you later." Suddenly she asks, "Hey how come I can say
> that and not bastard?"
>
> "Remember what I said about words last night." I remind her, "It's
> not what you say, it's how you say it."
>
> "Oh yeah. So will you spank me instead of sending me to bed?" she
> asks, her eyes eloquently informing me which is her preference.
>
> "Well," I say slowly, "Your mamma didn't give me permission to spank
> you, so I guess I'll just have to send you to bed."
>
> "No she cries, "I want you to spank me. Besides," she adds
> calculatingly, "if you spank me, Rene will see it and she'll remember
> better than if I just go to bed."
>
> "I think this has more to do with you wanting a good dicking, than
> any concern for Rene's moral upbringing."
>
> "Yeah that too." she grins up at me, "So you'll do it?"
>
> "You realise that it'll be a proper spanking, don't you?" I warn
> her, "Not just a couple of swipes at you're bum."
>
> Her expression becomes serious, and she replies, "Uh, huh. You're
> gonna spank me pretty hard, but it's still better than the wooden
> spoon."
>
> "Ok," I say, shutting off the water and giving her a medium hard swat
> on her backside, which makes her squeal, "Let's go."
>
> "That's one." she giggles, skipping ahead of me.
>
> "Uh, uh." I say, grabbing a couple of towels, draping one over her
> shoulders and wrapping the other about my waist, "That's just a warm
> up."
>
> In the lounge we find the younger girls sitting in the middle of the
> mattress watching 'My Little Pony', their damp towels discarded in
> front of the fire. "Are you going to tell Mama?" Rene asks me
> apprehensively, turning her head to look at us.
>
> "No, he's going to spank me instead." Alison replies cheerfully.
>
> "You're glad he's going to spank you?" Anna asks incredulously.
>
> "Yep," Alison replies with a grin, "otherwise he was going to send me
> to bed without a fuck."
>
> "I don't get it," Anna asks confusedly, "she says that word and Rene
> said it and a lot of other words today, how come she gets spanked for
> what she said in the shower?"
>
> "Because I said it to try and hurt him." Alison says.
>
> I notice that the look of confusion doesn't clear from Anna's face,
> so I continue the explanation, "She's not getting spanked for saying
> 'bastard' she's getting it for how she said it. As far as I'm
> concerned, you or anyone else, can say what you like so long as you
> are in control of yourself."
>
> "You see, this time Alison just let fly with words, but what if it
> had been somebody else, somebody smaller than her, who had sprayed
> her with cold water and instead of yelling she grabbed the shower
> head and hit them with it?"
>
> "So she's getting spanked for losing her temper, not swearing." Anna
> says, "Is that right?"
>
> "Pretty much." I say, "There is never any reason for losing your
> temper. Get angry yes, but when you lose control, you put yourself
> and other people in danger."
>
> "How?" Rene asks.
>
> "Any number of ways." I reply, "When you lose your temper, you stop
> thinking clearly and sometimes you do something really stupid."
>
> "Like really hurt someone when you don't really mean to?" Alison
> asks.
>
> "Exactly." I reply.
>
> "So can we get it over with so we can start fucking?" she asks
> dropping the towel she had been drying herself with.
>
> "Ok," I agree, looking about the room for a suitable location to
> administer her punishment. Finally I settle on the couch and guide
> her into position draped over the arm, her cheek pressed into the
> seat cushion.
>
> "So how many should it be?" I ask.
>
> "Ten." Alison replies, somewhat more subdued, now that the moment of
> truth has arrived.
>
> "A hundred." is Rene's enthusiastic response, while Anna stands mute.
>
> "A hundred it is, you can count them for me Rene." I say concealing
> a grin as Alison snaps upright.
>
> "But I can only count to ten." Rene objects.
>
> "Well this is your lucky day Alison," I say grinning at her, "I guess
> ten will have to do, unless of course Anna wants to do the counting
> instead."
>
> "Stop teasing me!" Alison says, moving back into position over the
> arm of the couch and pressing her cheek back into the seat cushion.
>
> "Ok, here goes." I say, taking up position by her hip and lifting my
> hand.
>
> I bring it down on her smooth buttocks with a ringing crack, that
> makes Alison yelp. As I lift my hand, I see the outline of my
> fingers in white against the slightly tanned skin of her backside and
> as I watch, the imprint turns a delicate shade of pink. "One!" Rene
> sings out with relish.
>
> "Don't look so pleased, Rene." I tell her, "This is for your benefit
> too. Somehow or other I think you might be getting your own backside
> warmed in the very near future, now that you've stopped being scared
> of your own shadow."
>
> "Oh!" she murmurs in a small voice as the implication of my words
> sink home.
>
> Motioning for Alison to get back into position, I lift my hand again
> and I deliver three quick blows in succession to her backside,
> eliciting pained yelps as Rene counts off "Two, three, four."
> clearly but without her earlier enthusiasm. The remaining six slaps
> I deliver in pairs, alternating from side to side.
>
> When I finish, Alison rights herself, and turns to me, rubbing her
> injured pride, "Can we fuck now?" Suddenly something in Anna's
> expression catches her attention and she asks, "What's wrong Anna?"
>
> I turn away from Alison and see on Anna's face a look of shock.
> Shaking herself, she replies, "Mummy never hits me and I've never
> seen anyone else either. Did it really hurt?"
>
> "It's not that bad." Alison reassures her, "See?" she turns and
> pushes her reddened bottom out towards Anna, clapping herself on the
> bum. "Ouch!" she yelps wincing, "It's not that good either." she
> finishes with a wry grin.
>
> "Wow, it's really red." Anna breathes, bending over to examine
> Alison's glowing backside. She gently lays her palm on the reddened
> skin and observes, "Oh! It's really hot."
>
> "I dare you to kiss it better." Rene challenges, grinning as she
> moves up beside Anna, cocking her head to one side as she views her
> sister's chastened rear end.
>
> Blushing, Anna slowly moves her head lower, covering the remaining
> ten inches or so, in short almost staccato jerks, cautiously sniffing
> all the while. As Anna's lips come within two inches of the glowing
> pink orb of Alison's buttocks, Rene grabs her behind the neck and
> pushes her nose into the crack separating them. As Anna jerks back,
> the naughty five year old skips out of her reach giggling.
>
> However she is not out of my reach and I grasp her about the waist
> and pull her to me as I say, "I think you just earned that bottom
> warming I warned you about."
>
> Rene's giggles suddenly cut off and she turns her eyes on me. At
> first she seems ready to protest, then with a resigned grin she says,
> "I guess I did. Sorry Anna I shouldn't have made you do that."
>
> "It's ok," Anna replies. Then in a surprising move, she pushes
> Alison further forwards until she has to support herself on the
> couch. Then screwing her eyes tightly shut, she quickly licks from
> the bottom of Alison's pouting pussy lips to the base of her spine,
> her tongue coming into direct if brief contact with Alison's little,
> pink anal sphincter.
>
> At the unexpected contact, Alison squeaks in surprise and stands bolt
> upright as Rene claps her hands in delight and cheers Anna's brave
> move. "Do it again!" Rene encourages.
>
> "Ok, I will!" Anna declares, pushing Alison so hard between the
> shoulder blades that she topples over the arm of the couch, landing
> with her face pressed into the cushions. Kneeling behind her, Anna
> pushes her buttocks apart, exposing her hairless pussy lips and
> winking anus.
>
> With her eyes open this time, Anna insinuates her tongue between
> Alison's labia and drags it back and forth as Alison moans into the
> seat cushion. Then as the sweet aroma of Alison's arousal wafts
> upwards, Anna shifts her attention to the puckered rim of her
> twitching arsehole. Her brow furrowed in concentration, she flicks
> the rubbery ring with the tip of her tongue, making Alison squirm
> with delight. Encouraged by this reaction, Anna repeats the move her
> tongue moving in tight circles about Alison's arsehole.
>
> As Anna's lingual attentions continue, Alison's anus begins to relax
> and as Anna's tongue passes over the opening Alison presses her toes
> into the carpet and lifts her bum, impaling herself on Anna's tongue.
> This however is too much for the little eight year old and she jerks
> back, declaring, "I'm not going to stick my tongue IN your bum."
>
> "That's all right." I say, more for the benefit of Alison and Rene,
> who look ready to push Anna further, "Remember what I said, you don't
> have to do anything you don't want too."
>
> As Alison and Rene subside, Anna pushes Alison back down and applies
> her tongue to Alison's swelling labia, lifting her hands to pull them
> apart. Her tongue snakes out and flicks at Alison's engorged
> clitoris, then drags upwards along the length of her slit to dip into
> the entrance of her vagina, collecting the sweet elixir that is
> seeping out. Moaning in sheer bliss, Alison pushes back against the
> intruding tongue.
>
> "Ok, that's enough," Rene declares, "We need the couch."
>
> "What for?" Anna and I ask simultaneously. While Alison's
> expression is comical in the extreme, comprising a mixture of
> frustrated sexual release, curiosity and disgust at Rene's timing.
>
> "Yeah what for?" she asks and ominously growls, "It better be good."
>
> "He's gotta smack my bum now." Rene cheerfully declares, perversely
> proud that she too can join her sister in yet another way. "Because
> I pushed Anna's nose into your bum, and that's worse than what you
> said."
>
> "Are you sure?" I ask, "You've got to be really, really sure,
> because if I do it it's going to be real and it'll hurt."
>
> "Uh-huh," she nods vigorously, "I want you to spank me just like
> Alison."
>
> "Hey," I ask, "are you just doing this just to be like your big
> sister? Because if you are I won't do it."
>
> "Yeah I guess so." she sheepishly admits, "But I really was too
> naughty. You know like you said before? And now I have to take the
> coska, uh cons..."
>
> She fumbles over the big word and I supply it for her, "Consequences?"
>
> "Yeah, cons'kenses."
>
> "Ok," I say, "Alison's ten and she got ten smacks, so I think you
> should get five. Does that sound fair?"
>
> "Yes, I guess so." she replies, sounding and looking a little more
> subdued now that the moment is upon her.
>
> Alison, makes way for her sister, moving aside and helping her to lie
> face down over the arm of the couch, her cheek pressed into the
> cushion and her feet dangling with her toes a good six inches off the
> floor. "Ok, I'm ready." she says in muffled tones.
>
> Waving Alison aside to stand with Anna, I take up my station and
> bring my hand down on the tiny bottom before me. Rene yelps at the
> impact and chokes back a sob as she counts for herself, "One."
>
> "Two." she yelps, as the second stroke of my hand drops onto her
> behind. My hand so large in comparison to her bottom that the
> imprint of my hand extends across both cheeks of her behind. "Three
> ... Four ... Five." she counts, her voice dropping to a choked
> whisper as my last blow falls on her little five year old arse.
>
> Breathing in great gulps, she lies limply over the arm of the couch
> for half a minute or so before pushing herself backwards until her
> toes touch the floor. Then levering herself upright she turns to us,
> a few tears trailing down her cheeks. She gives me a brave, if
> wavering, smile and whispers, "Thank you."
>
> My heart goes out to her bravery, I extend my arms towards her and
> she throws herself into them, burying her nose in the side of my neck
> and hugging me convulsively as I gently fold my arms around her. A
> few seconds later she pulls away and turns to Anna, who gives her a
> big hug and kiss.
>
> "I suppose you want me to kiss your's better too?" she asks, in mock
> exasperation.
>
> "Giggling, Rene nods and pulls away. Moving to the centre of the
> mattress, she drops to her knees and presses her face into the
> bunched up sheet as she reaches back with both hands and gingerly
> pulls her buttocks apart to reveal her tiny pink pucker.
>
> "Hey he didn't hit that bit." Anna giggles, even as she kneels
> behind Rene and jabs her tongue directly at the little rubbery ring.
> Rene squirms and giggles in response, Twisting her head to one side
> she says, "No, but it's making the rest feel better anyway."
>
> Anna giggles again and plants a resounding kiss on Rene's pucker then
> plants two more on the reddened skin on either side. Sitting back on
> her heels, she looks at Rene's behind and the fat lips of her pussy,
> protruding from between her thighs.
>
> Just as Rene begins to lift her head and turn it, Anna grins wickedly
> up at Alison and me and pushes a finger into Rene's little twat.
> "Ooh, that feels really, really weird." she giggles over Rene's gasp.
>
> Move it in and out." Rene says, wiggling her bottom from side to
> side.
>
> Frowning in concentration, Anna pumps her hand back and forth, her
> finger taking on a glistening sheen as it becomes coated with Rene's
> sweet juices. As Alison and I look on it is obvious that Rene is
> enjoying these attentions, her hands closing into fists, grasping the
> sheet.
>
> "Put another one in." Rene orders, her voice taking on a ragged
> edge, "Do it faster."
>
> A liquid sucking noise emanates from Rene's little bald quim as Anna
> slips a second finger in beside the first and speeds up the motion of
> her arm. "Cool!" Anna observes as oily droplets begin to seep
> around her fingers and dribble over Rene's hairless pussy lips.
> Using the forefinger of her other hand like a squeegee, she collects
> the leaking fluid, transfers it to her lips and avidly sucks it clean.
>
> "Oh yeah, rub her tingle bump." Alison orders, "Move your legs apart
> Rene."
>
> Unsteadily, the tiny preschooler rocks from side to side, shuffling
> her knees outwards an inch at a time, until her mound is only a few
> inches from the mattress. Stretched by her widespread legs, her
> labia part revealing a small, glistening pearl peeking from within
> the folds of it's pale pink hood.
>
> Smiling at the effect she is having on Rene, Anna twists her hand
> from a palm up to a palm down position in order to bring her thumb to
> bear on the sensitive, little pebble nestled within the folds of
> Rene's baby cunt. Even before Anna's thumb touches her clit, Rene
> gasps and pushes backwards against the fingers embedded within her
> cunt.
>
> A grin of pure mischief forms on Anna's lips and she begins to rotate
> her fingers back and forth, the pad of her thumb brushing back and
> forth over Rene's swollen little clit. Under the onslaught of the
> new sensations induced by Anna's fingers, Rene groans into the
> mattress, her tiny fists tightening convulsively on the sheet.
>
> A few moments later Anna pulls her fingers free of Rene's drooling
> cunt and putting the index fingers of both hands side by side she
> pushes them back into Rene's vagina. At first, she moves them in and
> out together, her thumbs sliding over the pliant flesh of Rene's
> labia to squeeze her clit between them. Obviously appreciative of
> this treatment, Rene squeals quietly as she bounces her hips up and
> down.
>
> Half a minute or so later, Anna changes the rhythm of her fingers
> motions within the highly aroused preschoolers tiny twat, her fingers
> sliding over each other in a complicated twisting motion, one finger
> pressing inwards at the top as she withdraws the other at the bottom.
> At the same time her thumbs slip through the crease between Rene's
> glistening, engorged labia and over the top of her ultra-sensitive
> clit.
>
> Under the impetus of this unorthodox, but extremely effective
> treatment of her little pussy, Rene's squeals of enjoyment deepen in
> pitch ant become considerably louder. Leaning forwards, I whisper in
> Anna's ear, "push down a bit harder with your fingers."
>
> A few seconds later Rene's legs straighten convulsively, and her
> breath is expelled in a single piercing shriek. In the grip of a
> powerful climax, her neck and back arching with vertebrae popping
> force. At the same time Anna exclaims in a voice filled with wonder,
> "She's squeezing my fingers!"
>
> Because Anna stopped pumping her fingers when Rene's climax hit her,
> the little preschooler's orgasm is soon over and she quickly
> recovers. Rolling over, she throws her arms about Anna's neck and
> pulls her down on top of herself. "That was neat!" she squeals and
> peppers Anna's face with kisses.
>
> "Yeah that was real cool." Alison says, reaching across to wrap her
> hand around my rock hard shaft, "Was that what you did to us before?"
>
> "Yeah," I reply, pulling her against my side and sliding a pair of
> fingers deep into her drooling cunt, "it's called a G-Spot, orgasm
> and every girl I know reckons it's the best, most intense orgasm
> ever."
>
> "How do you do it?" She asks, slowly tensing and relaxing her
> buttocks so that she moves on my fingers in short strokes less than
> half an inch long. At the same time her thumb smears my pre-cum over
> the swollen head of my cock. "Can you do it to men?"
>
> "Sort of," I say answering her second question first, "If you put
> your finger in a mans bum and press towards the front you'll feel
> something that feels like a little orange. If you rub that you can
> make him cum in a few seconds."
>
> "Does he faint like we did before?" she asks, her wicked grin
> telling me that she wants me to say 'Yes.'
>
> "No," I reply, "but if you don't stop, you can make him feel really
> sore, because he keeps on trying to squirt semen out even when he
> runs out. If you want to make a man faint, you have to keep on
> teasing him until he almost cums then stop for a while and then do it
> again and again. After a while you let him cum and sometimes if
> you've teased him long enough he might faint. It's only happened to
> me once and it takes forever to do, so save it for special occasions.
> And when you do, do it you can forget about getting him to do
> anything else for hours, because it's like he has all the orgasm that
> you stopped all at once and it really wears him out."
>
> "When's your birthday?" she asks with an evil looking grin.
>
> "Last week." I answer, matching her grin. "Now you wanted to know
> how to do it to girls. It's a bit like how you do it to men, except
> you do it in her vagina of course." I curl my fingers within her
> tight little fuck tube and massage the front wall of her cunt behind
> her clit. "Here, there's a spot where a lot of nerves from different
> parts of your pussy come together and if you rub it for a while you
> can't help but cum, and you'll keep cumming until you pass out or you
> stop rubbing it."
>
> "That feels really weird, it feels like I need to pee."
>
> Alison's comment, gets the attention of Rene, and she abandons her
> oral exploration of Anna's oversized clitoris. This time Anna
> realises that there is something beyond the undeniably pleasant
> feelings that emanate from her pussy and she moans in frustration as
> Rene leaves her to pounce on her sister and ask, "Are you going to
> piddle? Can I drink it please? I haven't tasted your piddle yet,
> Anna got it all last time." Rene's voice takes on a slightly
> aggrieved tone as she says this last.
>
> "No, she doesn't really need to pee." I answer for Alison, "That's
> what it's supposed to feel like when I rub her G-Spot."
>
> "What's a G-Spot." my five year old lover asks.
>
> "It's the place inside your vagina where Anne just rubbed you." I
> explain.
>
> "How come I didn't feel like I need to pee then?" Rene asks.
>
> "Because you were nearly cumming already," I say, "and when Anna
> rubbed it, you had your orgasm before you could notice the 'I need to
> pee' feeling."
>
> "Can you do it to me?" Anna asks, her voice filled with a plaintive
> note that almost breaks my heart, "Everybody else has had an orgasm,
> but every time I think I'm going to have one, you stop." she
> includes all three of us in this last accusatory statement.
>
> "At first I thought that nice tingly feeling you made me feel was
> one, but I think it's even better than that. Can you rub my G-Spot
> for me?"
>
> Gathering the slightly sad little eight year old into my arms, I lift
> her into my lap and hug her against my chest, the rock hard shaft of
> my cock pressed into her hips. "Anna honey," I say, "I can't reach
> your G-Spot because it's behind your hymen. You know that little
> piece of skin I told you about."
>
> "Oh, well how do I get rid of it then?" she asks.
>
> "You push something through it." I say. "These two did it with the
> handles of their hairbrushes, or you can use your fingers or a man
> can do it with his penis."
>
> "Will you do it for me." she asks, turning her dark expressive eyes
> up to me. "Does it hurt much?"
>
> "Lots!" Rene answers, gruesomely, "And you bleed too."
>
> "A bit," is Alison's estimation, "like pulling a bit of skin from
> your fingernail."
>
> "Why did it hurt Rene more?" Anna asks, her eyes widening with
> fright, "Will it hurt me lots because I'm littler than Alison? Is
> there lots of blood?"
>
> "It probably hurt Rene more because she just shoved her hairbrush in
> and didn't wait until she was excited. Am I right?" I turn my eyes
> to the blushing first grader.
>
> "Um yeah?" she replies with a sheepish grin, "I forgot what Jenny
> said about making sure it was all slippery and going slow. I just
> wanted to be a big girl so they'd play with me."
>
> "So if we take it slowly and make sure that your vagina is all
> slippery and receptive it won't hurt very much." I reassure her.
> "And there will be a little bit of blood, that's unavoidable, but
> usually there's only lots of blood if it's done too fast and the girl
> gets torn inside."
>
> "Oh." Anna's voice is very small and quavers slightly as she says,
> "I really want you to break my hymen thingy with your penis in me,
> but I'm scared too."
>
> "Well you could watch him fuck me first." is Alison's helpful, if
> somewhat self serving offer. Besides, if he tried to do it to you
> now, I think he'd squirt all over the place as soon as his dick
> touched your pussy."
>
> I follow their gaze, looking down at my cock, with it's tracery of
> angry blue veins and dark bloated head and I have to agree with her.
> Anna's offer of her cherry, has left me so close to cumming that my
> shaft visibly twitches in time with my rapid heartbeat and a
> continuous rivulet of pre-cum dribbles down the underside of my
> shaft. "I think you're right Alison." I say with a grin, "Well
> Anna, would you like to do it that way and watch Alison and me first
> to see what it's like?"
>
> "Yeah, ok," she nods her head after thinking about it for a while.
>
> While we'd been speaking, Alison had moved behind me. Suddenly I
> feel something cold, hard and wet on my balls. Yelling with surprise
> I knock Alison's hand aside, and send the half full lemonade bottle,
> beaded with condensation, skittering across the floor. The skin of
> my scrotum has tightened, shrinking until my balls are pulled tight
> against my body. At the same time the blood drains from my cock.
>
> "You're still a bastard, but we're even now." Alison grins up at me.
>
> "Typical bloody woman." I mutter, "Not even until she's ahead."
>
> "Of course." she giggles.
>
> "Well how are we going to fuck now?" I ask grinning back. "I don't
> think this limp noodle is going anywhere."
>
> "Wanna bet?" she chortles, "I can fix it." Shoving my shoulders,
> she knocks me over onto my back, throws her leg across my chest and
> drops her head into my lap. Pressing her lips to the now pale crown
> of my prick, she vacuums my cock into her mouth, Then with her lips
> pressed against my pubis, begins to roll my rapidly reinflating shaft
> around inside the warm wet cavern of her mouth.
>
> Within seconds my glans begins to push against the back of her
> throat, but instead of pulling back to give it more room, she works
> the muscles of her throat, literally swallowing the head of my cock.
> The incredible sensations of her epiglottis pulling my cock deep into
> her throat is all that it takes to finish the job of refilling my
> shaft with blood, leaving me lightheaded as I groan in reaction.
>
> She keeps her lips pressed into my pubes for a few seconds, then
> pulls back, the muscles of her throat, holding my cock and tugging on
> it slightly for a moment, before it releases me with a slight popping
> sensation. She raises her hips and looks back between her legs,
> giving me a shit eating grin as she asks with a giggle, "How was that
> Greg?"
>
> "Fucking incredible." I tell her, grasping her hips and driving my
> stiffened tongue straight up her drooling fuck hole.
>
> "Oh, FUCK!" she squeals, pressing back against my face, "Fuck me
> with your tongue! Lick my fucking clit! Suck it! Fucking suck it
> harder." She pushes herself up, sitting back on my face and rocking
> her hips from side to side as she grinds her pussy against my lips
> and chin.
>
> She gyrates her pelvis on my face for half a minute or so then as I
> judge her as ready to cum, she suddenly drops forward, pulling free
> of my tongue, and re-impales her face on my straining shaft, brutally
> forcing her throat down over my bloated, purple glans until her chin
> impacts painfully against my pubis.
>
> The feeling of her throat surrounding my shaft is almost too much for
> me and my groan is a mixture of relief and frustrated desire as she
> pulls back and sits up. Twisting around to look under her arm at me,
> she giggles at the expression on my face. "I can tell you liked
> that."
>
> "I want to do that." Rene says, "I want to suck all of his cock."
>
> "Rene," I say, "if you touch it right now, it'll go off before you
> can get your lips around the tip, let alone the rest of it. Besides,
> I don't think you're throat is big enough."
>
> "I wanna try!" she repeats stubbornly.
>
> "Get the lemonade." Alison orders, shoving back to sit on my face as
> I groan and begin to struggle just enough to rub my nose, tongue and
> chin over every moist, delectable square millimetre of little girl
> flesh I can reach.
>
> A moment later, I feel the cold, wet kiss of the lemonade bottle
> against my balls and hear them giggling at my shrinking equipment.
> This time, prevented by Alison's legs on my arms, from shoving it
> aside, she holds the clammy plastic bottle against my genitals until
> they feel like they have been encased in ice.
>
> Alison sets the bottle aside and her weigh leaves my face. As she
> throws her leg over my head and rolls aside, I look down at my poor
> abused wedding tackle. My sack is almost painfully tight around my
> throbbing balls and my once proud prick has shrunken until it is a
> tiny nubbin barely three quarters of an inch long.
>
> "Ok, get up here and sit on his chest." she tells Rene then As her
> little sister does as she is told, Alison continues, "It's real easy,
> when it starts to push against your throat, just tilt your head back
> as far as it will go and swallow it. It feels really neat when it
> grows in your mouth."
>
> Leaning forwards, Rene presents me with a perfect view of the plump,
> glistening lips of her tiny baby pussy and her winking pink arsehole
> above it. Unable to resist the temptation, I push myself up onto my
> elbows and lick along the length of her crack from her clit back to
> her rubbery pink pucker. She squeals and wriggles back against my
> tongue for a few seconds, then pulls herself just out of reach as she
> wraps her lips around the base of my shrunken member, easily taking
> my entire cock into her mouth.
>
> In fact it has been so reduced by Alison's treatment, that Rene has
> no difficulty flicking her tongue back and forth over the end of my
> frozen prick. A couple of seconds later, she insinuates the tip of
> her tongue under my foreskin and licks at my glans. Twice abused by
> the frigid bottle, it takes my cock a little while to recover and
> Rene rolls my limp little prick around inside her mouth for nearly
> half a minute before it finally begins to swell.
>
> As the growing head of my cock pushes her tongue aside, she starts
> bobbing her head up and down slowly, massaging it from root to tip
> with the tight ring of her warm, soft lips and her agile little
> tongue. Then as it fills her mouth to capacity, she takes a deep
> breath through her nose and swallows. Pulling my glans into her
> throat.
>
> "Oh FUCK!" I almost scream, as a massive hydraulic pulse pounds into
> my groin, instantly filling my cock to capacity and beyond. The
> sensation of Rene's tiny pre-teen throat massaging my blood filled
> knob, causes my hips to snap upwards and drive the last inch of my
> cock between her lips, forcing over half of my rock hard prick over
> the back of her tongue and down her oesophagus. Only the tight ring
> of her lips locked tight about my shaft keeps me from emptying my
> load straight into her stomach then and there.
>
> I'm so caught up in the incredible sensations of having my prick
> buried in the throat of a five year old girl that it takes a few
> seconds for it to register with my lust hazed brain that she is
> struggling to pull herself free of my shaft. For a couple of seconds
> it looks like Alison is going to have to apply the bottle in order to
> free Rene, but just as I open my mouth to tell her to do so, there is
> an incredible slipping sensation and my bloated glans slips free of
> her throat with an audible pop and her sharp little teeth scrape
> painfully over the rim.
>
> I immediately push myself up into a sitting position and gather Rene
> into my arms, gently cuddling the gasping preschooler as I rock her
> back and forth. "Are you ok?" I ask almost in tears as I realise
> just how close I had come to choking her to death on my cock.
>
> She pulls in another shuddering lung-full of air, then nods her head.
> Suddenly she giggles and looks at her sister, "You're right, it
> feels really neat when it goes down your neck. I can't wait until I
> show Mama."
>
> "Shit Rene," I gasp, "I'm not going to let you do that again, I
> nearly killed you."
>
> "No you didn't." she tells me forcefully, "I can hold my breath
> lot's longer than that. I just got scared for a minute and, and...
> What's that word where you do silly things 'cause you're scared?"
>
> "Panic?" I supply for her.
>
> "Yeah panic." she continues, "I panicked when I couldn't breave, but
> you know what? My pussy really tingled too. Why's that?"
>
> "It's a nature thing." I tell her, "When your body thinks it might
> die, it gets really horny, because it wants to get pregnant and have
> a baby and pass you're genes on."
>
> "That's silly." she giggles, "If I was dying I wouldn't have long
> enough to have a baby and how could I give it my pants when I don't
> have any?"
>
> "Not pants jeans: G E N E S." I spell it for her, "They are things
> in your eggs and a mans sperm that are instructions for making a
> baby. And your body doesn't care if you don't have time to have a
> baby. If it's in danger it gets ready to get pregnant just in case
> there is enough time to have it."
>
> "Uh-huh." she nods seriously.
>
> "So that's why it feels so good when you kept on making us cum
> before." Alison says, "We couldn't breathe so our bodies thought
> they were dying and that made it even better."
>
> "Uh, that's right." I manage to say, surprised that she'd had enough
> brain function above her limbic system to note her lack of breath
> while in the throes of a massive G-spot orgasm.
>
> "Ok, Rene get off his lap I want to fuck him now." Alison says as
> she tugs on her sister's arm. "Oh, you're bleeding."
>
> I look down at myself and discover that Rene's teeth have taken a
> little piece of skin with them as they scraped the flare of my glans
> when she pulled off me, and a tiny bead of blood has squeezed out
> from under my foreskin. "Oh I'm sorry!" Rene cries, her voice
> filled with remorse as she kneels beside me and gently skins my
> foreskin back to inspect the damage.
>
> "Let me kiss it better." without waiting for an answer, Rene lowers
> her lips to the tiny scrape and makes a loud smacking noise. "There,
> all better now." she giggles. "But it's not going to fit in my
> sister's pussy like this. I'll just have to keep kissing it until it
> gets all big and stiff, so Anna can watch it slide into my big
> sister's pussy."
>
> Her words alone are enough to start the rush of blood to my groin,
> but Rene is not satisfied with the progress of my shaft towards
> tumescence, so she wraps her lips around the swelling head and before
> I can stop her, she pushes downwards and swallows at the same time.
> "Oh fuck!" I groan as my cock once again plugs her tight little
> throat.
>
> I put my hands on her shoulders intending to pull her off me, but she
> makes it plain that she isn't going anywhere until she's ready by
> grasping the backs of my legs and shrugging my hands off. She calmly
> holds herself there, her nose pressed into my pubic hair for twenty
> seconds or so, then shifts her hands around to the front of my legs
> and pushes. For a moment her throat holds me tight, stretching my
> cock painfully, delightfully before releasing it's grip allowing my
> cock to slide free with a pop.
>
> She keeps her lips closed in a tight ring just under the rim of my
> glans while she takes a deep breath, then pushes her lips back down
> along my shaft until my glans presses against the back of her throat.
> She pauses there for a few seconds as she takes another breath, then
> works her throat as she pushes downwards. Her little throat however
> is not up to the challenge, being unable to open up enough to
> accommodate my now fully engorged glans and all that she does is
> massage the head of my prick exquisitely with the back of her tongue.
>
> I let her try for a few seconds them gently take her by the shoulders
> and pull her up until my prick slips free of her lips and slaps wetly
> against my belly. "Oooh!" she moans in disappointment, "It won't
> fit."
>
> "What can go up a chimney, down, but not down a chimney, up?" Alison
> asks with a giggle.
>
> "An umbrella." Rene giggles back.
>
> I laugh at the joke and a couple of seconds later Anna catches the
> double meaning and collapses, giggling helplessly as she rolls about
> on the mattress, finally rolling onto the floor with a thump as
> Alison gives her a shove with her foot.
>
> "Ok, I want you to put your umbrella in my chimney now." Alison
> giggles, rolling onto her back and spreading her legs wide.
>
> "Uh-uh." I shake my head, "This time you can do the work." Leaving
> her on the mattress, I grab a towel and lay it, folded double, over
> the cushions of the couch and I sit down. "Come here and sit on my
> lap little girl." I say in wheedling tones.
>
> "But there's a big lump there." she objects with a giggle.
>
> "Well, we'll just have to see if there's somewhere to hide it." I
> say.
>
> "Where, mister?" she asks, biting down on the tip of her thumb as
> she sidles up to me.
>
> "I'm sure you've got a place between your legs where it might fit."
> I say, reaching out to hook the tip of my finger in her juicy, little
> girl slot.
>
> "Tha's rooood." she giggles pulling away from me.
>
> "Well you're a rude little girl anyway." I tell her, "So you'd
> better come here and sit on my lap before I have to spank you."
>
> "Can't spank me." she pouts.
>
> "And why not?" I ask.
>
> "Because you can't catch me." she informs me as she spins on her
> heels and scampers from the room.
>
> Springing up from the couch, I give chase, with the other two girls
> scampering close on my heels. Alison leads me on a mad, shrieking
> and giggling chase, doing two circuits of the house - down the hall
> and back through the bathroom, laundry and kitchen to the lounge.
> Then the third time around she continues on down the hall to her
> bedroom.
>
> Once I have her cornered, she backs into a gap between her wardrobe
> and the wall and very unconvincingly, begs me to spare her. Growling
> fiercely, I slowly advance on her, saying, "You can't get away from
> me now little girl. Do you know what I'm going to do to you when I
> get hold of you? I'm going to throw you on the bed and I'm going to
> spank your cute little butt until it's red as a baboon's and then I'm
> going to force my big, fat cock into your tight, hairless, little
> girl's cunt and fuck you and fuck you until I fill it up with my
> nasty gooey sperm."
>
> "Oh no mister, please no mister." she giggles, "If you do that I
> will be ruined."
>
> "But that's why I'm going to jam my nasty fat dick in your little
> hole." I inform her in my best Dick Dastardly voice, "I like ruining
> innocent little girls like you."
>
> Chapter 25 - Despoiling Alison. Again.
>
> With a final lunge, I pounce on her and gather her shrieking,
> cringing body in my arms and throw her face down on the bed. Almost
> helpless with her giggles, she pushes her little bum into the air and
> tries to crawl away. Grabbing her by one ankle, I haul her back
> towards me and land a ringing but painless blow on her bottom.
>
> She shrieks with laughter and squirms away from me. I let her get to
> the head of the bed, then grab her and pull her back for another swat
> on her bottom. I've let her escape me and recapture her another half
> dozen times or so when Rene asks, "Can we help you mister?"
>
> I look down to the foot of the bed, to where Anna and Rene are
> standing, their fingers slowly working away in their little slits.
> "Yeah!" I grin, you can come and hold her legs apart so I can spank
> her pretty, little pussy, to get it warmed up for my cock.
>
> "NOOOoooo!" Alison shrieks, squirming violently to pull away from my
> hand encircling her ankle.
>
> "Hold her tight girls." I say ignoring, Alison's protests.
>
> As she feels their fingers closing about her ankles, her struggles
> weaken a little and they easily pull her legs out to an acute angle
> as they drag her until her pussy mound is clear of the bed. A moment
> later she slides all of the way to the floor and has to scramble back
> onto the bed.
>
> "Wait!" Rene tells me, handing me her ankle and going to a box in
> the corner, returning a moment later with a skipping rope. Climbing
> onto the bed, she sits on the back of her sister's head and grabbing
> an arm which resists just strongly enough to be captured, she ties
> one end of the rope around the wrist. Then leaning forwards, her
> little bum wriggling from side to side as she grinds her hot little
> quim into her sister's hair, she loops the rope under the frame of
> the bed and ties up her sister's other hand.
>
> "There she can't get away now." Rene declares with finality, taking
> her ankle back and tugging on it. She blithely ignores the facts
> that: a) her sister had no intentions of escaping; and b) the loop of
> rope about her right wrist had already fallen undone and Alison was
> only staying on the bed because she was tightly gripping the far edge
> of the mattress.
>
> I leave Alison to stew in her own copious juices for a few moments
> while I kneel between her legs and slip a hand each between the legs
> of the little girls holding her ankles. Giggling they spread their
> legs apart and press down against my fingers, as I stroke their damp
> little slits from front to back a few times.
>
> Finishing with a quick tweak of Anna's enormous clit and a single in
> out stroke of my finger in Rene's tight, little fuck hole, I stand
> and contemplate Alison's slowly bouncing behind and beneath it the
> engorged mound split by a very wet cleft. Reaching between Alison's
> wide spread legs, I insinuate my fingers between her mons and the
> edge of the mattress, taking great care that I don't touch the area
> around her, by now, hypersensitive clitoris.
>
> Unable to hump herself against the bedclothes, she groans in
> frustration and rapidly thrusts her hips up and down, trying without
> success to get some sort of stimulation on her overheated little
> pussy. "Hey girls." I say, "I think she likes this. See how wet
> her nasty bits are." As soon as I remove my fingers to hold my wet
> hand up for first Anna then Rene to lick, Alison resumes humping
> against the mattress.
>
> "Girls!" I say sharply, "We can't have this. Look at this filthy
> little girl shamelessly rubbing herself against the bed like a dirty
> little animal. Look at her I say, see how she's trying to bring her
> vile private parts into contact with the bed, in a brazen attempt to
> achieve sexual gratification. Listen to her breathing, hear how it
> catches as disgusting lascivious feelings course through her depraved
> young body."
>
> Poor Alison is indeed close to cumming and as she approaches the
> peak, I continue, "Girl's, we'll just have to save this poor girl
> from her own dark lusts."
>
> Grasping Alison's legs, I pull her a few inches towards us, making
> her cry out, "NOOOoooo!" in a lost voice as her literally dripping
> pussy, leaves the edge of the bed.
>
> Bending over, I take Rene's leg in my hand as I whisper in her ear.
> She grins from ear to ear when she hears my words and giggling madly,
> scampers from the room. "Remember don't let her see it." I call
> after the fleeing youngster.
>
> "Where's she going?" Alison asks mock apprehensively, "What's she
> getting? What are you going to do to me?"
>
> Ignoring her questions, I deliver a light swat to her dripping pussy,
> causing her to squeal happily and bounce her hips up and down,
> however in the spirit of the game, she tells me, "You're a bad man
> and my teacher says if a bad man tries to touch me down there I
> should tell somebody about it."
>
> "Really?" I ask, delivering another swat, keeping my fingers splayed
> so that they land either side of her swollen clit.
>
> "Yeah," she says barely suppressing a giggle as she continues, "Anna,
> he's a bad man, and he touched my private place."
>
> "Did he?" Anna replies in mock shock, "What did he touch you with?"
>
> "His fingers!" she says, her voice rising on the last syllable as I
> spank her swollen, oily, mound. "See, he did it again."
>
> "Does he do anything else?" Anna asks grinning.
>
> "Uh-huh, he puts his fingers right up inside me and he even puts his
> dickie in my pee hole, and some times he puts it in my mouth."
>
> "Oooh, yuck!" Anna cries, "Does he wee inside you too?"
>
> "No he squirts yucky, gooey stuff in me."
>
> "Gross! Does he do it in your mouth too?"
>
> "Uh-huh. Eeeek!" I land another swat on her hairless, slimy mound
> and drag my finger back through her crack, plunging it deep into the
> hot, slimy embrace of her tight young fuck hole.
>
> "Oh he put his finger in you." Anna squeals, "What's it feel like?"
>
> "Great!" Alison cries, working her hips frantically on my embedded
> finger, "But if he doesn't put something bigger in soon I'm gonna go
> fucking crazy."
>
> Even as Alison speaks, Rene sidles back into the room with her hands
> behind her back, a cheesy grin of monumental proportions plastered
> across her face.
>
> "What's she got?" Alison asks beginning to struggle in earnest as
> she realises whatever it is bodes poorly for her. "What are you
> going to do to me."
>
> I quickly hop up onto the bed, straddling Alison's back and pinning
> her shoulders to the bed. I then take hold of Alison's ankles and
> press her heels to her buttocks, effectively immobilising her.
>
> As Rene moves out of her big sister's line of sight she holds up a
> Zooper Dooper, (a long, thin, flavoured ice block) saying, "I found
> something even better."
>
> "You little beauty." I say happily, the tone of my voice setting
> Alison to trying to bounce me off. At the same time Anna spies the
> icy dagger in Rene's fist and screams.
>
> Hearing this, Alison very nearly bucks me off and I struggle for a
> few tense moments to retain control of her legs. "What is it?" she
> yells.
>
> "You'll find out." Anna giggles, staring at the inch thick shaft of
> raspberry ice in Rene's hand. "Can I do it?"
>
> "No I want to." Rene says, holding the ice block out of reach.
>
> "I'll fucking get you for this Rene." Alison yells threateningly.
>
> "I changed my mind." Rene says hastily, "Here Anna, she can't hit
> visitors."
>
> Giggling, Anna takes the freezing shaft from Rene's hand and advances
> on the struggling little girl beneath me.
>
> "Hang on a sec." Rene cries, scrambling up onto the bed with me and
> insinuating herself between my arms. Sitting in the small of her
> sister's back, she pushes a small hand between Alison's legs, and
> pries her engorged and very moist pussy lips apart with her fingers.
> "Ok, Anna, do it."
>
> At the first icy touch on her overheated little twat, Alison goes
> totally rigid and doesn't move until fully four inches of the frozen,
> shaft is buried in her young cunt. Even then her motions are a
> series of uncoordinated spastic shudders as her much delayed orgasm
> rips through her. Ululating shrilly, she jounces up and down,
> driving more and more of the raspberry flavoured ice block into her
> young cunt until the end comes into contact with her cervix.
>
> Releasing a final rising wail, Alison goes limp, breathing in great
> shuddering gasps. Finally though she realises that the icy shaft is
> still within her cunt and she begins to squirm, begging us to remove
> it.
>
> "Giggling, Anna shakes her head, then realising that Alison can't see
> her, she says, "No." as she begins to slowly pump the frozen bar in
> and out of Alison's hot/cold vaginal sheath.
>
> "Get it out!" Alison yells, "it's bloody freezing you fucking
> bastards."
>
> "Uh-uh. not yet." Anna giggles.
>
> "Make her walk back to the lounge like that." Rene adds cheerfully.
>
> "NOooo!" Alison giggles, "My pussy's freezing solid."
>
> "Well you'd better get moving." I say, moving back until my cock
> pokes her in the eye and grabbing her wrists before she can reach
> back to grasp the icy shaft impaling her. While I retain control of
> her arms, she picks Rene's ineffectual knot loose and lowers her feet
> to the floor. A moment later, with my help, she stands unsteadily,
> Anna bending at the waist behind her, holding the Zooper Dooper in
> place.
>
> "Oh fuck, this feels sooo weird." Alison squeaks, as she takes short
> mincing steps towards her bedroom door. "Oooh, it's dribbling down
> my legs."
>
> "Don't worry, We'll clean it up." Anna giggles, collecting a finger
> full of oily, red goo from Alison's upper thigh and popping it in her
> mouth. "Mmmm, pussyberry, my favourite."
>
> "Lemme taste." Rene says, almost tripping her sister up as she
> thrusts a hand in from the front.
>
> "Hey wait until we get her stuffed and mounted," I laughingly chide
> her, "Then you can taste to your heart's content."
>
> "How? Your bum will be in the way." She objects, avidly sucking the
> mixture of Raspberry cordial and her sister's pussy juice from her
> fingers.
>
> "You'll see." I tell her, herding her through the loungeroom door
> with my toe between her bum cheeks.
>
> The rest of us follow the giggling preschooler into the lounge, and
> move over to the couch, where I sit down on the towel. "Now Alison,
> you sit in my lap with your knees on the couch. When I lift her up;
> Rene, you pull the icy pole out, and Anna you can put my cock in her
> pussy."
>
> Slipping my hands under her tight little arse, I lift Alison high
> enough for my cock to stand free beneath her. She squeals as her
> baby sister takes hold of the icy pole and pulls it, much diminished,
> from her pussy. At the same time, Anna takes my rigid shaft in her
> cold hand and fits it against Alison's dripping fuck hole as I lower
> her back into my lap.
>
> My cock slides into a sheath tighter than it was the first time I'd
> fucked it, pushing Anna's hand down the length of my shaft, until it
> presses against my pubic bone. Only the incredible quantity of
> lubricants that she has produced allow vaginal tissues tightened by
> the intense cold of the icy phallus to slide reluctantly down the
> length of my shaft, enveloping it in an incredible cool, wet embrace
> that has to be felt to be believed. Even when Anna takes her hand
> away only a little more of my cock slips into the cold embrace of her
> little vagina. So shrunken is her young fuck tube that barely two
> thirds of my cock enters her quivering body before I bottom out
> against her cervix.
>
> "Oh shit!" I groan, "Your little pussy is so fucking tight."
>
> "Mmmm, This tastes so good." Rene says, sliding the icy pole from
> her lips with a pop.
>
> "Lemme try." Anna cries, grabbing Rene's wrist and pulling the ice
> block into her mouth. "Mmmm yeah! You try it." She guides Rene's
> hand towards my face.
>
> I wrap my lips around the proffered iceblock and taste a delightful
> mixture of raspberry ice and little girl spend. Even when I bite an
> inch or so off the end an crunch it up, I discover no diminution in
> the piquant taste and realise that the flavour of her delicious
> juices have suffused completely through the ice.
>
> "Give it here. It's my pussy you stuffed it in." Alison cries
> grabbing her little sister's wrist and pulling as much of the frozen
> ice block into her mouth as possible. "Mmmm I do taste good don't
> I?" she says, briefly releasing the ice from her lips.
>
> She then bites a chunk off the end, and levers herself slowly
> upwards, groaning as her little pussy reluctantly allows my cock to
> slide from it's tight embrace. "Ohhh fuck!" she moans, echoing me,
> "It feels like it's pulling my guts out."
>
> "Well it feels like you're going to rip my cock off." I reply,
> "Great isn't it?"
>
> "Oh Yeah!" she sighs, slowly sinking back onto my rock hard pole,
> stopping as the head of my cock kisses her cervix. "Oh sooo fucking
> good." she rises again, stopping with only my glans still buried in
> her little box. "Play with my tits."
>
> Taking my hands from beneath her, I slide them up over her hips and
> the soft smooth skin of her flanks, the hard ridges of her ribs and
> onto the firm, just swelling mounds of her tiny breasts. Gently, I
> take the half erect little nubbins between my fingers and roll them
> back and forth, feeling the skin tighten and crinkle until they are
> fully engorged.
>
> Suddenly, without warning, she drops back down on my cock, allowing
> almost all of her full weight to fall on it as her cervix slams down
> on the crown. For a moment it feels like my cock is about to snap in
> two, then I feel an impossibly tight elastic ring open up and roll
> over the tip of my cock, sliding down to grip me painfully just below
> the flare of my glans.
>
> For a moment, she goes totally rigid in my arms then lets out an
> agonised yelp and collapses back against my chest, sobbing loudly
> with tears of pain streaming down her cheeks. Her pain hits me like
> a slap in the face, and I try to lift her off me, but her little
> pussy has spasmed tight around my shaft and her cries force me to
> stop and lower her back to my lap. And even though her pain has
> chased any feelings of desire and lust from me, her vaginal entrance
> is locked so tightly about the base of my shaft that there is no way
> for the blood to escape.
>
> Anna & Rene drop what's left of the iceblock on hearing Alison's
> heart rending cry, and begin clamouring, asking what's wrong.
> "Shush!" I say, "Get up here and cuddle her with me."
>
> As Anna clambers up beside me, Rene retrieves the iceblock and a
> moment later her arms join mine and Anna's about Alison, soothing her
> hurt. Slowly her sobs diminish, and her body relaxes as the three of
> us pour our love into her.
>
> Finally, she draws a shuddering breath and tilts her head back to
> look up at me and ask, "How come it hurt so much? It didn't when you
> put all of it in before."
>
> I kiss her cold-sweat beaded brow and say, "That ice made your pussy
> shrink and when you sat down like that you forced my cock up into
> your womb."
>
> "But Rene does that with Mama's plastic dicks and it doesn't hurt
> her." Alison objects.
>
> "Rene doesn't try to put them in with a hammer." I say with a smile.
>
> Alison giggles at the image of her little sister hammering one of her
> mother's vibrators into her tiny little snatch, then as her laughter
> causes her insides to move she lets out a little yip of pain. This
> in turn makes her laugh sheepishly, bringing on another yelp.
>
> "Easy." I murmur kissing her ear, "Wait a bit more until you feel
> better."
>
> She squirms away from my breath in her ear, gasping as her pussy tugs
> on my cock. "Oh that didn't hurt as much." Experimentally she
> begins moving her hips slowly and carefully her breath occasionally
> catching as my cock tugs on her bruised cervix. A little while later
> she slides a hand down to her pussy crack and begins to gently
> massage her clitoris, the movements of her hips becoming a little
> stronger as her body heats up again.
>
> "Oh that's not too bad!" she says, and tries to lift upwards,
> falling back with a gasp as my cock tugs on her uterus. "Ouch! Not
> to good either. Greg will you play with my titties some more and can
> you two lick my pussy?"
>
> By way of answer, Anna and Rene each kiss Alison on her cheeks and
> lift my hands to Alison's breasts as they slide to the floor in front
> of us. Giggling, they lick their way up the insides of Alison's
> thighs, collecting the sticky mixture of raspberry flavouring and
> pussy juice on their tongues.
>
> My fingers brush over her tiny nipples like butterfly wings, barely
> touching them as I tease them to arousal. Then once her little
> nipples stand out stiffly atop the twin pink-brown domes of her
> growing breasts, I lift my fingers to her lips. She slowly draws my
> fingers into her mouth, her tongue swirling sensuously around them as
> she sucks like a baby on a tit.
>
> As I pull the saliva slicked fingers of one hand from her lips, she
> turns her head to the other, her cheeks hollowing as she pulls the
> fingers into her warm, wet mouth. Trailing my fingers down over her
> chest, I trace small circles around her nipple for a few seconds
> before closing my thumb and forefinger on the hard little nub and
> gently squeeze it.
>
> She groans as fresh sensations of arousal corse through her body and
> pushes her hips upwards towards Anna's and Rene's approaching
> tongues, gasping as the injudicious move tugs on the neck of her
> womb. A moment later she giggles as their heads bump into her belly.
> "They can't reach my pussy." she says. "Move forwards Greg."
>
> I carefully ease my hips towards the edge of the couch. Alison
> grunts and squeaks as my movements stir up her insides but she urges
> me on until my legs are fully clear of the couch and I am slumped
> back with her lying on my chest. As Anna plunges her tongue into the
> splayed gap between her legs, Alison's hands close over mine,
> increasing the force with which my fingers grasp and tug on her
> engorged nipples.
>
> As I play with Alison's sensitive little breasts, I feel two lively
> little tongues at work on the junction of our bodies, flickering
> maddeningly over my balls and the base of my shaft one moment and
> seconds later, my ears follow their progress in Alison's squeaks and
> gasps. The silken sheath surrounding my impaling member rapidly
> warms under the combined influence of my fingers on her nipples and
> two tiny tongues on her clit and it is not long before she starts
> slowly grinding her hips in a small circle, occasionally grunting as
> her uterus tugs on my cock.
>
> In only a few minutes, her hands tighten convulsively on mine,
> pinching her nipples with more force than I'd dare subject them to.
> A moment later she pulls them away from her chest, until her spit
> slicked nipples slip from between my fingers like watermelon seeds.
> Her cervix tugs almost painfully on my deeply embedded cock as her
> gyrating movements become wilder under the influence of an
> approaching orgasm.
>
> Moaning almost continuously now, she slams my hands back to her chest
> and I close my fingertips on her swollen nipples, pinching them
> harder and harder under the shrill goad of her voice. I pull on them
> almost viciously, stretching her developing tit flesh more than an
> inch, only to be told in a voice that is almost a snarl. "Pull on my
> fucking tits you bastard."
>
> Lashed by her voice, my hands jerk outwards further actually lifting
> her from my chest before her nipples slip from my grasp and she falls
> back against me. "Do it again." she snarls, her hands on the back
> of Anna's head as she humps her hips up into the little eight year
> old's face. only to be pulled back into my lap by the rigid shaft of
> man flesh spearing her uterus.
>
> As my fingers close on her nipples twisting and squeezing the swollen
> rock hard fleshy nodules, a guttural scream escapes her lips and her
> hips fly upwards with sufficient force to finally pull herself free
> of my cock. The sensation of her cervix pulling over my glans is a
> strange mixture of incredible pleasure and incredible pain, causing
> my voice to blend with hers as I let out a similar scream three
> octaves deeper.
>
> Now free of the barbed spear that had kept her locked tight against
> my body, she pounds her spasming cunt up and down the full length of
> my shaft, grunts punctuating her orgasmic howls as the tip pounds
> against and halfway penetrates her bruised cervix. Around my rampant
> member, the slick, fiery walls of her vagina ripple from bottom to
> top, exquisitely massaging my cock with incredible force.
>
> Only my earlier concern for her, and the lingering pain in my cock
> keeps me from decorating her womb with my great greasy gouts of my
> semen. Even so, I am still close to my own climax and as Alison's
> subsides, I stand and with her limp body still impaled on my rock
> hard prick I carry her over to the mattress. Kneeling, I hold her
> against me with one arm as I gather all of the pillows together into
> a pile. I carefully lower her onto her stomach, draped over the pile
> and begin my own glory strokes, pounding away into her quickly
> recovering body as Anna and Rene look on with awe tinged with a
> little fear.
>
> "Harder!" Alison's muffled cry goads me as my balls slap wetly
> against her moist, oily cunt lips, "Fuck me harder. Squirt your
> stuff in my pussy."
>
> "You know what <grunt> happens to <grunt> little girls <grunt> who
> let bad men <grunt> fill their little <grunt> pussies with their
> <grunt> nasty gooey sperm?" I ask, my words coming in staccato
> grunts as my belly slaps against her tiny upturned arse. "They get
> pregnant. <grunt> Their cute little tummies <grunt> start to swell
> as <grunt> a baby grows, inside <grunt> her belly. <grunt> Do you
> want that? <grunt> Do you want me to <grunt> fuck a baby into you?
> <grunt> Do you want to feel <grunt> my baby wriggle <grunt> and kick
> inside you?"
>
> As I speak, Alison takes her weight on her hands and knees and drives
> herself back against my pounding thrusts. "Do it Daddy!" she yelps,
> "Make a baby in me. <squeak> Squirt me full of the <squeak> nasty
> stu-uh-ff that makes babies. <squeak> Make a little girl slu-uh-t in
> me so I can <squeak> show her how to suck her dad-uh-dy's big nasty
> cock <oh fuck> and I'll <squeak> make her <squeak> lick your <squeak>
> stuff out <squeak> of my pussy <squeak> and <squeak> when she's
> <squeak> old en-uh-ough I'll <squeak> hold her <squeak> legs op-uh-en
> so <squeak> you can fu-uh-ck her tiny <squeak> little cunt <squeak>
> hole and ma-uh-ke a baby <squeak> in her too."
>
> My mind goes blank on hearing her depraved words and I have no idea
> how she manages to hold a train of thought, let alone continue to
> speak as I become nothing more than a rutting animal. Seizing her
> slim hips in a vice like grip, I throw my cock into her receptive
> little body with jackhammer thrusts, stirring the juices leaking from
> her hot little hairless snatch to a bubbling froth that bespatters my
> thighs and lower belly. No longer capable of coherent thought, I jam
> my aching prick into the hot wet clasp of her velvety fuck tube over
> and over again, driving towards an explosive release.
>
> Suddenly Alison's head snaps back and from her lips there emerges a
> choked howl, totally devoid of intelligence and the muscular walls of
> her young cunt seize my buried shaft in a rippling, vice like grip.
> Bereft of sanity, my voice joins hers as my aching balls empty
> themselves in wave after fiery wave of agonised release. Like molten
> lead my semen traverses the length of my cock, splashing against the
> neck of her juvenile womb. Still desperately hunching against her
> upturned arse, I feel my seed leak from her overfilled little snatch,
> joining the bubbling mess that coats our loins.
>
> Long after my balls empty, her overstimulated young twat continues to
> spasm about my shaft, prolonging my orgasm, triggering one
> exquisitely agonising dry heave after another in my aching loins.
> Finally though, her little pussy relaxes and a wave of exhaustion
> sweeps over me. Collapsing forwards I barely get my arms under me as
> I topple on top of her, covering her slim body with my own, slowly
> hunching my hips back and forth, pushing my rapidly deflating cock in
> and out of her now slack vaginal sheath.
>
> As she begins to struggle under my weight, I find the strength to
> roll onto my back, taking her with me, my cock finally slipping free
> of her pre-teen twat, to release our combined spends and coat my
> lower belly and crotch with a hot sticky mixture of lubricants,
> sweat, semen and feminine ejaculate.
>
> "That was awesome." Rene breathes from somewhere beside my head.
>
> I allow my head to fall to the side and forcing my eyes open, I
> manage to focus on the little girl kneeling beside me. the flecks of
> foam bespeckling her tiny torso bear mute witness to the ferocity of
> mine and Alison's love making and as I silently watch, she collects a
> sticky handful of cum from our groins and transfers it to her mouth,
> smacking her lips in obvious enjoyment.
>
> On the other side Anna looks on, her face filled with a mixture of
> hunger, lust and a little fear. Then seeing that we are licking our
> lips in an attempt to moisten our mouths, she gets the bottle of
> lemonade and supporting first Alison's and then my head, she
> carefully dribbles a sweet refreshing draught between our lips.
>
> Then as we thank her, she set's the bottle aside and disappears from
> my sight. A moment later Alison squirms atop me and I realise that
> Anna has gone directly to the source. A moment later I feel the
> lower portion of Alison's body slide off me and Rene's tiny tongue at
> work on my groin. Unlike her more fastidious sister, she has no
> qualms about my pubic hair and as she sucks the tasty mixture of love
> juices from my groin, I feel a few painful tugs as one occasionally
> gets caught between her teeth.
>
> Finally though, I have to protest as she moves onto the treat she has
> saved for last. Drawing my shrunken member between her lips, she
> sucks vigorously, making me cry out, "Take it easy, it hurts right
> now."
>
> Rather than release me, she slows her sucking, and nurses gently on
> my flaccid little prick, soothing it with soft caresses of her tiny
> tongue. But even that is too much for me and with great reluctance I
> pull her away and guide her lips to mine, tasting the exquisite
> bittersweet flavour of our lovemaking. A minute or so later, even
> Anna's gentle tonguing becomes too much for Alison, and she pulls her
> away to taste herself on the lips of her young friend.
>
> "Will Alison really have a baby?" Rene asks pulling away from my
> lips to look into my eyes.
>
> "No," I answer, "remember, I told Anna she was still too young."
>
> "Oh!" Rene looks disappointed, "Well how come you said you were?"
>
> "Because it can be fun to pretend you are." I answer, "Which reminds
> me Alison, just where did you learn to talk like that anyway?"
>
> "From Jenny." she giggles, "She showed me this program on her
> daddy's computer where you can read all these neat stories about
> people fucking and things. Her daddy's got hundreds of stories about
> fucking little girls and there's stacks of these really cool ones
> about little girls having their daddies' and brother's babies."
>
> "I think I know which ones." I say, "That sly old bugger, I never
> knew Tony felt like that. So that's why you called me Daddy."
>
> "Uh-huh," Alison giggles, "made you horny, didn't it?"
>
> "Like a three peckered billy goat." I reply.
>
> "What's that?" Rene asks.
>
> "A goat with three dicks." I tell her, making her giggle.
>
> "Are you going to fuck me like that?" Anna asks, her tone both
> hopeful and afraid.
>
> "No," I reply cuddling her against me and Alison, "if I tried that
> with you, I'd split you in half, you're pussy has to be stretched a
> bit first."
>
> "Oh," (she was indeed hoping I would) "will you do it when I'm
> bigger?"
>
> "If you want me to." I say, tightening my arm.
>
> "Good," she says, her voice brightening, "it looked like Alison
> really liked being fucked like that."
>
> "Oh, I did!" Alison exclaims fervently, "It was like sooo awesome, I
> can't wait to do it again."
>
> "Well you can wait." Anna cries, taking my cock in a proprietary
> grip, "He's going to fuck me now."
>
> "No he's not." I mock groan, "I need a rest."
>
> "Can we go in the spa again?" Rene asks.
>
> "Ok," I say, struggling upright, "Bring the drink."
>
> Chapter 26 - Naughty girls.
>
> I totter out to the spa, making the girls giggle at my apparent
> decrepitude and it is only when I lower myself into the water that I
> realise that Alison is missing. A few moments later she appears
> carrying the bong and mix bowl.
>
> "What do you think you are doing with that young lady?" I ask, "Your
> mother said Rene had to be asleep."
>
> "Oh pooh!" she says, "Rene knows all about it. Don't you?"
>
> Rene giggles sheepishly, which is all the answer I need, "Well what
> about Anna? She certainly didn't know?"
>
> "Well it's too late now." Alison says, "Please?"
>
> Against my better judgment I agree, and with a happy squeal, Alison
> skips the rest of the way to the spa and carefully sets her burden
> down by my elbow before slipping into the water beside Anna. As Anna
> looks on in fascination, I take up the bong and carefully pack a
> cone. Setting the neck of the bong to my lips I light it and draw
> the cloying sweet smoke deep into my lungs, holding it there as I set
> the bong down.
>
> Alison giggles at Anna's awestruck expression, as I release my breath
> a few seconds later. "Where'd the smoke go?" she asks.
>
> "He kept it all." Alison says.
>
> "Hey why's it green?" Anna asks, peering into the bowl.
>
> "Because it's mari-ju-ana." Rene giggles, carefully enunciating the
> 'j'.
>
> Anna's jaw drops at this revelation, "But that's bad." she gasps,
> "My teacher says it makes you take heroin and other stuff."
>
> "Your teacher's full of shit." Alison says in reply, "Mum says this
> stuff can't hurt you unless you smoke heaps and heaps, it just makes
> you feel good. But sometimes bad people put heroin in marijuana and
> that is bad because you can't stop taking heroin and then they sell
> it to you. Hurry up Greg it's my pipe."
>
> "You smoke it too?" Anna gasps in shock.
>
> "Uh-huh." Alison nods, "it makes my head feel all nice and spinny."
>
> Anna's eyes follow the progress of the bong from my hands to Alison's
> not blinking as Alison presses her lips to the opening at the neck of
> the bong. She flinches a little at the rasp of the spark-wheel and
> holds her breath as Alison drags the sweet smelling smoke into her
> lungs. A few moments later Alison lets the smoke trickle from her
> nostrils as she hands the bong back to me. The slight sound of the
> bong touching the deck beside the spa makes Anna jump and she finally
> releases her breath with an explosive rush.
>
> "Hey I'm supposed to do that." Alison giggles.
>
> "What's it like?" Anna asks.
>
> "Real neat." Alison replies, "It makes everything feel all tingly
> and dreamy at the same time."
>
> As I pack and smoke the next bong, Alison pulls Anna's ear to her
> lips, and I wonder what sort of mischief they are planning to commit
> against me. With my mind fuzzed by the intoxicating smoke I think
> nothing of Alison's naughty giggle as I hand her the bong and
> lighter. A moment later I take the bong back from her and turn to
> set it aside.
>
> When I turn back, I find her with her lips pressed to Anna's, pushing
> the sweet mind-numbing smoke from her lungs into Anna's. Before I
> can separate them, Anna chokes and pulls back coughing as the last of
> the smoke trickles from Alison's mouth.
>
> Grabbing the lemonade, which Rene is already holding out, I hold Anna
> in my arm and wait for the first hacking spasms to subside then help
> her take a sip from the bottle. She coughs a couple more times and
> turns an accusatory glance on Alison.
>
> "Sorry," she says contritely, "I forgot that happens the first couple
> of times."
>
> "Well it shouldn't have happened the first time." I say angrily,
> "Just what do you think you were playing at?"
>
> "Don't blame her." Anna cries, "It was my fault. "I asked if I
> could have some and she said you probably wouldn't let me, but she
> said she could breathe it into me."
>
> "That doesn't make it any better." I say, "She still knew that she
> was doing wrong. And you aren't any better."
>
> "Sorry." they murmur together in small contrite voices.
>
> "Well it's done now." I say relenting somewhat, "So do you like it?"
>
> "Well I feel really funny, it's nice, but I don't know if I want to
> do it again, it really hurt when I coughed." she replies.
>
> "You get used to it." I say, "And it hurt like it did because you
> coughed up the smoke. Next time, try to keep from coughing until you
> breath the smoke out. And now that I've given you that piece of
> advice, your next time shouldn't be until you are at least sixteen."
>
> "But Alison's not sixteen." she objects.
>
> "Alison's mum says she can," I tell her, "if your mum says you can, I
> might change my mind."
>
> "How come your mum let's you?" Anna ask Alison curiously.
>
> "She can tell you later," I say, "it's a long story."
>
> I quickly finish off the last two pipes in the bowl and put it and
> the bong out of harms way. Then after taking a drink of lemonade and
> passing the bottle around I lift Anna across to my other side and
> pull Rene into my lap. Alison and Anna snuggle up to my sides and I
> pull them in close in a warm loving hug.
>
> For the next few minutes, we silently embrace, sharing our love for
> each other, until Rene decides that it has gone on long enough and
> digs her fingers into Alison's ribs. With an outraged squeal Alison
> retaliates and a moment later I find myself at the bottom of a
> shrieking, giggling, laughing pile of little girls.
>
> Sliding from underneath, I retreat to the other side of the tub and
> look on at the indiscriminate free for all that has erupted in the
> middle of the spa. They continue for a few minutes alternately
> dunking each other in the roiling water then as if of one mind they
> abruptly stop and turn to face me.
>
> "Uh-oh" I cringe, drawing my knees up to my chest and wrapping my
> arms about them.
>
> Their faces twisted into hilarious grimaces as they fight to keep
> from giggling they advance resolutely on me and with Anna and Alison
> seizing my arms and Rene my legs, they jerk me from the seat and into
> the middle of the tub. I let the water close over my head then
> uncoil explosively, roaring as I burst from the water and seize the
> first little girl that I see.
>
> Anna shrieks happily as I grasp her about the waist and raise her
> high above my head, then bring her down so that she is sitting on my
> upturned face. Curling my tongue beneath her, I touch the tip to her
> puckered arsehole and slowly lower her, my tongue rasping over the
> soft sensitive flesh between her tight pussy lips until her hardening
> clit presses into my upper lip. Withdrawing my tongue I close my
> lips about the sensitive little shaft and gently nurse upon it,
> feeling it continue to swell and harden in my mouth.
>
> Keeping my lips over my teeth I bite down on the inch long shaft and
> lift her away from me, stretching her clit until it is nearly two
> inches long. She lets out a happy little shriek as It slips from my
> grasp and snaps back between her slightly swollen labia and pushes
> her hips back towards my mouth. Taking hold of her clit with my lips
> I gently nip the tip and lower her back into the water.
>
> She petulantly thumps me in the arm as I release her and turn to
> where Alison and Rene are tussling to be next. Alison pouts as I
> pick Rene and raise her pussy to my lips and press the tip of my
> stiffened tongue against her tiny vaginal opening, wriggling it as
> the tiny hole slowly dilates and allows me to taste the sweet, soft
> flesh within.
>
> As I slide my tongue in and out of the tight, clasping sheath, Rene
> begins to wriggle in my grasp, hunching her soft, little mound
> against my nose, as a delightful sweet moistness seeps around my
> intruding tongue, nourishing me with her ambrosial nectar. She
> groans with disappointment as I withdraw my tongue from her little
> slot, then she pulls her legs up presenting me with her parted pussy
> lips as I put my lips to her tiny clit and suck hard.
>
> Although tiny, I manage to get a grip on her clitoris with my lip
> cushioned teeth and she moans as I lift her away from me and pull the
> sensitive little nubbin of flesh away from her body. Squeaking
> happily she pushes her hips back at me and I nuzzle at the little
> slot between her legs once again searching for her clit with my
> mouth. I nip the shiny little pearl gently between my teeth and
> lower her back to the water, collecting another thump as I reach for
> an eagerly waiting Alison.
>
> As I lift her she raises her legs and locks them about my neck,
> trapping my head against her sweet pussy. I briefly tongue her
> hairless slit, until the chlorine taste of the water is replaced by
> the sweet flavour of her juvenile secretions then drive my tongue
> deep into her vagina tasting a lingering remnant of my earlier spend
> mixed with fresh juices seeping from the walls of her cunt.
>
> I lave the soft ridged flesh within the confines of her tight young
> pussy for a while, then begin my search for her clit, pursing my lips
> and drawing the hard little bundle of nerves against my tongue. I
> teasingly flick the tip of my tongue back and forth for a few
> seconds, then tighten my lips and teeth on it and pull. She squeals
> as it snaps back and she tightens her legs, pulling herself tight
> against my lips and grinds her pelvis in tight circles, roughly
> stimulating her sweet vulva against my beard.
>
> A moment later, she yelps as I fasten my teeth about her clit and
> gently gnaw for a few seconds. But when I try to lift her from my
> shoulders she tightens her legs about my neck, refusing to release
> me. 'Like that huh?' I think and push her over backwards so that she
> is hanging upside down from my shoulders, her hair trailing in the
> water.
>
> Curling her back to look up at me she giggles, "Can't get rid of me."
>
> "Oh yeah." I bend my knees and lower her into the water.
>
> As soon as her nose disappears beneath the surface her legs unlock
> from about my neck and she falls into the water, coming up a moment
> later snorting violently. "Water went up my nose you ba uh bad man."
> she accuses between snorts.
>
> Rene giggles at her sister's outrage and is immediately set upon by
> Alison, who starts tickling her unmercifully. Shrieking and
> squirming violently she tries to escape her sister to no avail. For
> a moment it looks like Anna is going to go to her rescue but the only
> aid she offers is to support her head, keeping it above the surface
> as Alison attacks her little sister's ribs and belly.
>
> Finally she shrieks, "STOP! I'm gonna piddle."
>
> Alison gives her little sister one last dig, before releasing her and
> backing away, but that final assault is too much for the little girl
> and she lets out a mortified yelp as a pink bloom appears in the
> water between her legs. Pressing her fingers against her mound, she
> turns her head to me and gives me a beseeching look, "Help, I've
> gotta go now!"
>
> Taking hold of her, I lift her to my hip and step from the water and
> leaving a dripping trail, I carry her into the house. "Hurry up you
> two." I call, figuring the elder girls would want to join in again.
>
> "Don't wait for us." Alison calls, "We've got something else to do."
>
> "We do?" Anna says in surprised tones.
>
> "Yeah..." Alison's voice trails off as the kitchen door closes
> behind us.
>
> "All the more for me huh?" I say looking down at Rene. She giggles
> in response, and I feel a warm wet pulse against my flank.
>
> "Oops I wasted some." she says, suppressing a giggle. "Hurry up."
>
> I finish the trip with three long strides, stepping into the shower
> cubicle and lifting her to stand on my shoulders as soon as we pass
> under the curtain rail. Even as she settles her feet, pale golden
> stream dribbles from between her labia and splashes from my chin.
> Grasping the shower hose at the point where it emerges from the wall
> to steady herself, she manoeuvres her hips aiming the golden stream
> into my wide open mouth.
>
> I avidly gulp the sweet offering down, some of it unavoidably
> trickling over my cheeks and down my front as I close my mouth to
> swallow. "Save some for me." she reminds me, as the flow slows to a
> trickle, and then finishes with a couple of uncoordinated squirts
> that splash across my cheeks.
>
> Holding the last of her pee in my mouth, I carefully lower her until
> she can wrap her legs around my waist and pull my head down to her
> lips. Opening my mouth over hers, I let my mouthful of urine trickle
> over her tongue and fill her little mouth, allowing the excess to
> dribble over her chin and down between us. A moment later I see
> bubbles rise to the surface as she briefly gargles with her own piss
> then gulps it down with a big smile. After quickly sluicing our
> bodies down with the shower, we quickly dry off and go to see what
> the other two are up to.
>
> Chapter 27 - Other Lovers.
>
> As we walk down the hall, the first thing I notice is that the lights
> in the lounge have been dimmed. As soon as I enter the room I see
> Anna sitting on the couch, fully dressed, pretending to watch
> television. Alison has taken great care to get everything 'just
> right'. Anna is sitting with one foot tucked under her thigh, and
> the skirt of her dress has been arranged so that I can see a tiny
> patch of white at the juncture of her thighs. The mattress which has
> dominated the center of the room, has been pushed to one end of the
> room and is now made up properly.
>
> Stunned, I stop dead in my tracks and Rene, who has not yet seen the
> scene set by her sister, runs into me. A stifled giggle from off to
> the side causes me to look towards the source of the sound and
> Alison, still naked as the day she was born, asks, "Do you like it?"
>
> "Like it?" I return, sweeping her up into my arms and delivering a
> crushing hug. "You bet I like it."
>
> "Well, put me down and go unwrap your present." she says, then pulls
> my head down so she can whisper in my ear, "But you'd better put some
> clothes on and go and brush your teeth first, and I think you should
> seduce her. Is that the right word."
>
> "Exactly right." I say, delivering a resounding kiss.
>
> "Hey save it for Anna." she giggles squirming out of my arms and
> pulling Rene aside for a whispered consultation.
>
> Five minutes later, decently dressed, teeth brushed and smelling of a
> cologne that CJ keeps in the bathroom, I return to the lounge.
> Alison and Rene, are squeezed together into one of the armchairs from
> where they can watch without being in the way.
>
> Suddenly I feel like a schoolboy on his first date, unsure of what to
> do and say. Although I have had more than a few child lovers, I had
> never seduced any of them even in pretence. Always before, I had
> seen signs that the girl was sexually curious of her own accord,
> before beginning the trip down the road towards mutual sexual
> fulfillment.
>
> Even little Sandy had wordlessly invited my attentions, beginning
> with a time some seven months earlier, when she, because of a
> breakdown on an unseasonably hot day and no nappy to replace her wet
> one had contracted a nasty nappy rash. Left to care for her the
> following day, I applied a soothing cream, as her mother had directed
> me to do if she seemed in any distress. She fell asleep as I was
> applying the ointment so rather than disturb her I left her to sleep
> without a nappy.
>
> An hour or so later she woke crying and as soon as I entered the room
> she parted her legs, inviting another application of salve. This
> time I noticed that she seemed to be deriving pleasure beyond simple
> relief from pain, but I thought little of it at the time. However
> over the course of the day it became apparent that she was enjoying
> the tactile contact with her tiny mound, her podgy little fingers
> taking over from mine when I'd finished applying the cream.
>
> I took the matter no further that day, but a few weeks later, she was
> left in my care whilst she was cutting a tooth and when changing her
> I noticed that she quieted while I was cleaning her. Again I left it
> at that, but some time later, she was still in considerable distress
> from the tooth even after the application of an anaesthetic gel.
> Thinking that another reason might have been the cause of her
> distress, I insinuated a finger into her nappy to check for dampness.
>
> The response was both immediate and dramatic, her whimpering cries
> choked off and her expression smoothed. Opening her nappy, I began a
> gentle massage of her infant mound and for the first time since the
> tooth had begun to trouble her, she was quiet and her an expression
> of deep contentment suffused her tiny features. However when I
> stopped the massage she again began to whimper and perforce I
> returned to caressing her tiny vulva until she finally dropped off to
> sleep.
>
> When she awoke four hours later to the sound of car doors slamming as
> her parents returned home, the tooth had broken through and
> thoroughly rested she was a completely different person to the
> miserable little tyke that her Danny and Angela had left with me that
> morning.
>
> Over the next few weeks, I'd briefly sooth her in the guise of a
> nappy change if she seemed to be too fractious and I noticed that her
> mother had unconsciously begun to do the same, she too noticing that
> a gentle rub over her daughter's mound would settle her during a
> nappy change. Then another tooth threatened to put in an appearance
> and nothing that Angela could do would sooth the poor little mite.
> Either not realising, or not willing to go beyond a quick caress of
> Sandy's pubis, Angela could get no more than a few seconds of peace.
>
> I knew what would work, so I offered to take Sandy home with me for a
> few hours so that Angela could get some sleep. Grateful for the
> respite she readily agreed and only minutes later I had Sandy cooing
> with delight as I massaged olive oil into her baby pussy. But this
> time there was a difference, instead of becoming drowsy she seemed to
> become more and more excited.
>
> Suddenly I remembered a magazine article I read about girls as young
> as only a few weeks old being able to experience an orgasm. Parting
> her tiny labia for the first time I noticed her clitoris was hard and
> erect and I applied an oil covered finger directly to the tiny little
> pearl. This heightened her excitement quite a bit, but she still
> seemed to be straining for something that was just out of reach. I'd
> moved in close to inspect the tiny, perfect little vulva and it
> seemed the most natural thing in the world to cover those last few
> inches and apply my tongue to her glistening little pussy.
>
> Within seconds I knew that I'd made the right decision as her tiny
> body gently convulsed under the influence of her very first climax.
> She rewarded my efforts by soaking my beard with pee and by the time
> I had finished cleaning her up and pinned her into a fresh nappy, she
> was fast asleep, a contented look replacing the grimace that had
> distorted her features for the past two days.
>
> Six hours later I returned her, complete with THREE brand new teeth,
> to her grateful and much rested mother. From there it became
> customary for me to masturbate my tiny neighbor to orgasm every few
> days. In that whole time, my primary concern had been for her
> pleasure, and although it aroused me greatly to give her that
> pleasure, not once had I used her to bring about my own release.
> While she had the ability to communicate her wants to me, there was
> no way for me to ask her if she was willing to take care of mine.
>
> With older girls, too, the first cues have usually been nonverbal and
> always I have allowed them to set the pace and the degree of
> involvement. In the case of two sister's it never went beyond a
> fairly innocent session of show and tell.
>
> One of them had accidentally barged in on me whilst I was in the
> toilet. She had been considerably embarrassed by the incident and it
> had taken me quite some time to calm her down and let her know that I
> wasn't mad that she'd seen my pee-pee as she called it. A little
> later I noticed her in a huddle with her sister, both of them giving
> me significant glances punctuated by embarrassed giggles.
>
> Two days later I was in the same position when I heard muffled
> giggles from outside the toilet door and a moment later both girls
> burst in, their faces red with embarrassment as they stared at my
> penis. I let them look for a few seconds as I finished my business
> then calmly put it away. Looking at each other they seemed to come
> to a decision, and as I stepped away from the bowl the eldest girl
> pulled her shorts and knickers down and with a crimson face sat down
> and proceeded to pee before I could leave.
>
> As I turned away her sister blocked the doorway, letting me know that
> this little show was for my benefit so I turned back to watch. As my
> eyes locked on the little slit between her legs, she kicked her pants
> off and spread her legs further apart, giving me a better view of her
> hairless labia and the little strip of pink flesh between them. The
> golden jet arching from her sweet young mound continued for a few
> more seconds, then after wiping herself dry, she made way for her
> little sister, leaving her shorts and knickers in a pile on the floor.
>
> The younger girl had been wearing a dress and In order to give me an
> unobstructed view she had elected to discard it completely. Totally
> naked, she sat down in front of me and with her legs spread to their
> greatest extent she proceeded to urinate as if my presence was the
> most natural thing in the world.
>
> Only once she has wiped herself dry do they speak for the first time,
> the eldest asking me to tell them why we are different and her little
> sister asking if they can have a better look at my pee-pee. I
> scolded them gently about doing that sort of things with strangers
> and they replied that I was special and they knew I wouldn't hurt
> them. When I said that wasn't a very good reason, they simply
> insisted that they 'just knew' that I was safe.
>
> After explaining the reasons why I shouldn't and giving them a number
> of opportunities to leave things as they were, they convinced me they
> really wanted to do this and we went into their bedroom where they
> proceeded to help me out of my clothes as I began to tell them about
> boys and girls. Being eight and nine years old, I figured they were
> old enough for a fairly complete description of the facts of life.
>
> As I spoke, we used each other as models to learn about the different
> parts of our bodies, and what places felt good to touch. They were
> fascinated by the way my cock got stiff when they touched it but did
> not seem to be interested in watching me ejaculate. Then having
> decided that they had seen everything they wanted to, we got dressed
> and they returned to their coloring in and I to my book.
>
> That evening, as I checked to see if they were asleep, the youngest
> girl told me that I was right and she and her sister thought orgasms
> were the best thing ever. She gave me a big 'thankyou' kiss and a
> few minutes later joined her sister in the land of nod.
>
> I continued to babysit them on other occasions, but that was the
> first and only time we touched each other, though whenever we were
> alone together, it was quite common, but not the rule, for one of us
> to be peeing while the other's looked on waiting their turn, or
> simply continuing a conversation.
>
> Of all my young lovers, Jenny was probably the most forward. I'd
> answered an ad in the newspaper for a maths and science tutor. The
> first couple of times I'd tutored her, I did it in their home but it
> quickly became apparent that her younger brother who had a major
> personality disorder and was subject to bouts of prolonged screaming,
> was too much of a disruption for me to do my job properly, so the
> sessions were moved to my home.
>
> Some three months later, her father's job took him to Japan for a
> week and in order to present the right image he was asked to take his
> wife with him. They were able to make alternative arrangements for
> her brother, leaving him with his grandparents, but this would have
> made it impossible for Jenny to attend school, so they asked me if I
> would look after her for the week and provide some intensive tutoring
> at the same time. As my house was actually closer to her school than
> her own it was decided that she would stay with me.
>
> Over that week, we explored just about every sexual variation a man
> and a ten year old child could accomplish; masturbation, sucking and
> fucking; anal sex; water sports; bondage; dominance and submission,
> with both of us taking the role of top; even a little mild pain. We
> took every step with our eyes wide open and we enjoyed every single
> minute. Jenny lead and I followed; she took me to places I'd heard
> of but never visited. I was her instructor and she was my guide.
>
> [If you want to learn more of my adventures with Jenny, read my story
> 'Babysitter - Jenny'.]
>
> Afterword:
>
> In this story, there's a couple of things that go a bit beyond the
> pale:
>
> First, there is the little vignette at the start with Sandy. I'm a
> little ambivalent on that one. In one sense I find it quite erotic,
> but in another it is a little worrisome to me.
>
> I have often noticed, when changing babies, that they derive much
> pleasure from first being cleaned and then having ointments applied.
> Left to themselves they will happily play with their genitals for
> quite some time and afterwards it is very easy to put them down for
> naps.
>
> The worry to me, is that if an adult does assist an infant in
> exploring their own sexuality, they must stop before the child
> becomes articulate, because of the laws of our society. Leaving the
> child confused and wondering why the games have stopped.
>
> It is an unfortunate reflection on human nature, that such laws are
> necessary. Putting aside the neuroses brought about by the cultural
> baggage of poorly thought out morals. It is my belief that the
> majority of parents and carers would welcome something that brought
> so much pleasure to their charges.
>
> Second, is the matter of giving drugs to a minor child. This is
> totally repugnant to me, but that is how the story wrote itself, so I
> guess that something in my subconscious, felt that it needed to be
> said.
>
> I write these stories in an almost totally linear fashion, only
> twice, in nearly two megabytes of words, have I had to go back to
> adjust an earlier scene to match a later one. Even within a scene
> the words are written as they come. The only editing I do is to
> clean up my phrasing and grammar.
>
> I'll go on to say, that in my life I have known of two minor
> children, who have been allowed to smoke marijuana by their parents.
>
> The first was the twelve year old son of somebody a friend had taken
> me to, to score from. He was a violent little shit, who would beat
> his mother senseless if she didn't give it to him and the boy's
> father was the sort to cheer him on. Needless to say, I never went
> back there and when a month later, I heard the father was in jail and
> the boy in juvenile detention, I cheered.
>
> The second was the child of a neighbor. They did it, because of
> adulterated drugs that were circulating in the streets at the time.
> I don't know if their approach was the right one, but I do know that
> the girl, who was becoming something of a rebel, calmed down and her
> grades at school improved markedly. With the addition of a specific
> predatory individual, this tale has been told in my story.
>
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