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Jenny's Bath (ped)
JohnWizard13@hotmail.com
Chapter 1 "Splish, Splash, I was taking a bath."
"You want me to what?" I exploded.
Linda shrugged and explained again. And again. And once more for good
measure.
"You're sure about this?" I asked again. She nodded tiredly. "And Dave
is cool?" She nodded again. I shrugged and agreed.
A little later I took the girls to Dairy Queen for cones, then to my
place for some TV. They settled down to watch `Totally Spies' and
`Dexter's Laboratory'. I went into the bathroom and started filling the
bath tub. I had some bubble bath left over from an old girlfriend and I
added a handful.
When the tub was full of warm water and brimming with bubbles I went
back into the living and plucked Diana from the sofa, her sister's didn't
even seem to notice. I carried her, tucked under one arm to the bathroom
and set her on the floor. She'd been so startled that she hadn't said a
word.
"You..." I said, pointing at her, "...bath..." I said with a sweeping
motion toward the tub, "...now." I added with a handclap. She giggled.
"Wash good, and wear a towel when you're done. Your mom's bringing clean
cloths in an hour or so." I finished normally. Diana giggled again and
started to pull her t-shirt over her head before I could scoot out of the
room.
I went back to the living. Carrie had taken over the sofa and Jennifer
was sprawled on the floor, both with eyes glued to the TV. I shook my head
and went to my desk to catch up on some paperwork, I was an independent
real estate appraiser and never ever really caught up.
Dave and Linda had been good friends for years. Unfortunately Dave had
been unemployed for almost nine months about the same time that Linda's
hours got cut way back, and they had some bill problems. The mortgage was
the biggest one and last month they lost the house, even though Dave had
just got hired at the mill.
It could have been worse, a lot of families wound up living in their car
or even a box, Dave and Linda had a travel trailer. A fourteen foot travel
trailer. Imagine for a moment, two adults, three girls, one almost a
teenager, and a large collie all living in a fourteen foot travel trailer,
then talk to me about cruel and unusual punishment because of overcrowded
prisons.
Then just to top things off, the showers at the trailer park had been
broken for a week, which is how `Uncle" Paul wound with the three girls and
bath time.
Diana at eight was no trouble. About fifteen minutes later she came out
of the bathroom wrapped in a large beach towel, sarong style, with a
smaller towel wrapped turban style over her hair. Her bare arms and
shoulders had the pink glow from being washed hard. I patted her turban
as
she walked toward my recliner and I went to clean up the bathroom.
The bathroom looked like an eight year old had just had a bath. There
was water everywhere. I take that back, there was one spot in front of the
sink that was miraculously dry. I wiped down the floors and drained the
tub. From the look of the water, you'd think the kid just had an oil
change. Then I refilled the tub, added more bubble bath and went to
collect the next victim.
Carrie was still laying on the sofa, her feet on the armrest, so I
grabbed the feet and lifted. "Hey." she shouted. Her sisters looked at
her suspended in the air then went back to Dexter and his lab.
I carried her inverted to the bathroom. Once inside, I considered
dunking her head first, but decided to be nice, and righted her and set her
down. "Your mom says she can't stand your pigpen act one more night."
"Pigpen?" she asked.
"Pigpen." I repeated, "You know, Charlie Brown, Snoopy, Pigpen." She
looked blank, I guess Pokeman and others had done in the old classics. I
pointed at the water and she nodded. I gave her the instructions about her
dirty cloths and left her alone. Ten year olds need their privacy.
When I went back into the living room I stood behind Diana in the
recliner and watched Dexter for a few minutes. I didn't get it. Beneath
me, Diana had pulled off her turban and was drying her long blond hair.
The girls couldn't look less like sisters, Diana was a blond, Jennifer was
a brunette and Carrie had flaming red hair. They were all cute but in very
different ways, Diana was small boned and petite, and Carrie had an
athletic build. Jennifer was somewhere in the middle. Diana had long hair
that almost reached her waist and Carrie was so short it almost looked
boyish, and again Jennifer was in the middle with medium length hair that
just touched her shoulders. As I watched Diana dry her hair I noticed some
red marks on her shoulder. "Lean forward." I instructed and pushed her
forward a little. Three deep scratches started at the top of her shoulder
blade and disappeared under her towel. "I'm going to look under here." I
told her, and pulled the towel away from her back. The scratches extended
halfway down her ribs. "How did you do that?" I asked.
"Do what?" she asked as she sat back and looked up at me.
"That." I said and pressed down on one of the scratches.
"Oww." She complained and tried to look over her shoulder but of course
couldn't. I had a small angled mirror among my tools that I used to look
at inconvenient places in houses, and I handed it to her. She held it up
over her shoulder and looked down at her back. "Wow. I don't know." she
shrugged.
The scratched looked fresh, so I figured she's done it sometime today.
I
went to the bathroom and knocked.
"Yes." Carrie called out.
"Could I come in for a minute?" I asked, "I won't look."
"No problem." she called back, "I'm covered in bubbles anyway."
I walked in and she was laying back against the edge of the tub with
bubbles up to her neck. "I could stay like this forever." she moaned.
"Well, don't forget to wash." I reminded. "After all, that's why you're
here." I said as I looked through my cabinet for the aloe vera.
She leaned forward and the bubbles started moving around over what I
thought were her legs. I found the aloe vera and started toward the door.
She leaned back and the bubbles didn't move with her so that now her chest
was bare. She didn't notice, but I couldn't help but notice that here flat
chest had started to get a little puffy and that she actually had nipples.
"Uncle Paul, can I do this again tomorrow?" she asked as she rubbed her
belly with a wash cloth.
"If it's okay with your mom, it's okay with me."
"How about the next day?"
"You're pushing it." I told her.
"Pleasssssse."
I've always ben a sucker for a long drawn out `please'. "I don't mind
if you keep coming back until your shower is fixed."
She grinned. Then frowned. "What about after they're fixed? I like
baths better."
I stepped up to the tub. "Well, maybe not every day, but at least once
a week if your parents say okay."
"You're the best pretend uncle ever." she said and started to stand up
to hug me. She got about half and then remembered that she was naked and
sat back down. "I owe you a hug." she said with a self conscious smile.
"I hold you to that." I said as I left, smiling at the mental picture
of
a bubble covered bald little pussy. `You've known her since she was five'
I reminded myself, but the picture stayed. I took the aloe vera over to
Diana and had her lean forward as I rubbed it into her scratches. I pulled
the towel away from her back and she let it fall into her lap.
When I finished and she sat back, she didn't bother pulling it up again
and I could compare her chest to her sisters. Hers looked flat as a board
except for the outline of her ribs and her nipples looked like they had
been painted on. I smiled to myself, reminded myself again that I'd known
her since she was three and went back to my paperwork, on which I couldn't
concentrate.
I realized that I had committed myself to bath time every day for
awhile. I was pretty sure that Linda would jump at the chance when Carrie
asked. What was I getting myself into?
It was almost twenty minutes later when Carrie came out of the bathroom.
She had another of my big beach towels wrapped sarong fashion around her
and a smaller towel draped on her head. Diana had moved over to lay on the
sofa, so Carrie took her position in the recliner.
I went to the bathroom expecting the worst but was pleasantly surprised.
The floor was dry and the tub was already drained. It even looked like
Carrie had taken the time to wipe down the tub.
I filled it for the third time, thankful that I had a big water heater
and added the last of the bubble bath. When it was ready I took a deep
breath and went to collect Jenny. She was laying on her stomach on the
floor and I leaned up and scooped her up in one motion, being careful to
pick her up by her stomach and thighs.
"What the fuck are you doing?" she shouted.
"Picking you up." I answered, as I carried her toward the bathroom.
"And watch your language."
"What for?" she demanded, but I didn't answer. Jennifer's grades might
not show it, but Jenny was a very intelligent girl. I knew that she'd seen
her sisters running around in towels and could put two and two together.
I walked into the bathroom and kicked the door closed behind me before
setting the squirming girl down on the floor. "Bath, now." I said,
pointing at the tub while backing toward the door.
"No way." she responded. With a little stomp of her foot.
"Jenny..." I started.
"Jennifer." she interrupted.
"Jennifer, your mom wants you take a bath." I said reasonably.
"Then my mom can get our house back."
"You know that she can't" I answered, wondering if stubborn and twelve
year old girl were synonyms.
"Then I won't take a bath." she stated calmly.
"Jennifer, you won't believe just how much your mom wants you to take
this bath." I said, hoping she'd take the hint.
"How much?" she asked sarcastically.
"She told me that you either take a bath, or I give you one. You're
twelve years old, you really don't want me to give you a bath like a baby,
do you?"
"You wouldn't dare?" she said with a set face.
"Jennifer, you've known me since you were seven years old. Do you
really think I wouldn't dare?"
"I'll call the cops, the CSD, the FBI." she shouted.
"But you'll be clean when you call." I informed her. "Whose giving this
bath, you or me?" I asked one last time, knowing the answer.
Jennifer turned her back to me and stomped her foot again. I sighed and
stepped behind her and in one fluid motion grabbed the bottom of her
t-shirt and pulled it up and over her head and then down her arms.
She whirled around in fury. "You can't do that." she shouted.
"Promise to take your bath and I'll leave you alone right now." I told
her, dropping her t-shirt to the ground and trying not to look at her
breasts encased in a flimsy pink bra.
"No."
I stepped up to her and reached around her back with both hands to
unfasten her bra. Fortunately, I'd had a little practice in this
department. As the clasp came undone, Jenny hit me in the shoulder with
her fist and tried to bring her knee up into my crotch. There are
advantages to being tall, she didn't reach. I grabbed her arms and pinned
them against her side, her bra was barely hanging on the front of her
shoulders and wasn't doing a very good job of covering, I saw a flash of
nipple.
"Jennifer Marie." I said looking her straight in the eyes. "I promised
your mom that you would be clean when you left this afternoon. But I also
told her that you might be black and blue, do you get my drift." I squeezed
her arms hard against her sides and she winced, then nodded. I relaxed my
hold. "I'd prefer that you did this yourself." I told her and she stared
back defiantly. "Okay, if you change your mind, just let me know."
I released her arms and reached forward to slide her bra down her arms.
She didn't resist. I tried not to look at her tits as I reached for the
button on her jeans. They were beautiful and very large for her age.
About the size of half softballs, with nice pointy erect nipples surrounded
by large dark brown areolas. I thought to myself that if she were six
years older I'd start washing those tits with my tongue.
Hell If she was four years older, I wouldn't hesitate.
If she was two years older, I'd hesitate, but probably give in to
temptation. I've never been good with temptation. It started me thinking.
I unfastened the top button then reached down slid the zipper down,
trying my best not to put any pressure on her crotch. Then I turned her
around so I wouldn't be tempted by those beautiful tits of hers.
As I skinned her tight jeans down her legs, I was wondering. Society,
or at least the legislature of my state, said that eighteen year olds were
fair game. But I knew that I'd have no moral qualms about a willing
sixteen year old. And from the thoughts I was having, a willing fourteen
year old was just as much in season. But I was telling myself that a
twelve year old was off limits. Was that the dividing line, they had to
be
a teen, or was it that I'd known Jenny for so long.
I tried to shake off my thoughts as I lifted first one leg then the
other out of her jeans. Then I made the mistake of looking up and I
started wondering why twelve was off limits. Right next to my face was her
ass. This was not a twelve year old ass. Encased in lime green panties
that didn't quite cover the top of her crack. And I could follow the
shadow of her crack down until it disappeared between her legs.
I gulped and reached up, grabbed the waistband of those panties and
yanked down. I let go and they fluttered down and settled around her feet.
Her ass was everything I'd thought and that dividing line was getting less
definite.
I stood up behind her. "Are you going to get into the bath?" I asked,
almost in a whisper. I had trouble getting saliva to lubricate my throat.
"What do you think." she retorted without turning around.
I put my hands under her armpits and lifted her, making sure that my
fingers stayed above her tits. I was trying to be good. I lifted her up
and over and into the tub. As her legs disappeared into the bubbles, I had
a quick look at the lush triangle of brown hair that outlined her pussy.
I set her down and stood up. She sat there for over a minute, then
looked up at me. "Did you enjoy your look? You pervert." she accused.
I didn't hesitate. "Yes, I did. You have a beautiful body."
She looked startled that I hadn't denied it.
"Are you going to wash your beautiful body, or will I have to?" I asked,
hoping that she'd back down because I wasn't sure how much more will power
I had.
She folded her arms across those beautiful tits and pouted.
I picked up a bar of soap and knelt next to the tub. I dipped the bar
into the water between her legs, giving her one last chance to change her
mind. When she didn't, I pushed her forward and started running the soap
across her back and down, beneath the water to her butt. By now my hands
were soapy enough that I set the bar on the edge of the tub and rubbed her
shoulders with my hands. Again I went below the surface, soaping the back
of her waist, then her butt cheeks. Finally I pushed a soapy finger along
her ass crack. Jenny jumped but didn't say anything.
I picked up a wash cloth and started rubbing her, starting at her
shoulders and working down again. Finishing by rubbing the rough cloth
along the crack of her ass. The thought kept hammering at my brain that
to
be really thorough I should clean her asshole, but somehow I resisted.
Long before I finished I had a huge erection in my jeans.
"Are you having fun, pervert?" she asked, glancing down at my tented out
pants.
"Actually I am." I admitted. "You've got a great ass." Again her stone
face cracked a little at my honesty. "Don't you think you should do the
front?" I offered, no longer sure what I wanted her to answer.
As an answer, she set her face again and settled back in the tub letting
her arms drop to her sides and her breasts standing up perkily. I sighed
and reached for the soap. I started rubbing it on her shoulder and then
her underarms. I ran it down both arms, then I took a deep breath and
started soaping up her tits. Her nipples were already erect and I heard
her stifle a moan as I rubbed them with soap. By now I was so turned on
that I felt like my cock was going to rip through the denim fabric of my
jeans.
I've been very lucky in my life about sex. I've known hundreds of girls
in my twenty six years. There was a time when I was fourteen when I gave
tongue baths to three varsity cheerleaders at the same time. But I don't
think I've ever been as turned on as I was right now. I spent a lot of
time getting her tits soapy, especially her nipples. I could tell it was
an effort for Jenny to maintain her stone face.
Then I moved the soap down her stomach and outside her right leg. I
soaped her foot good, then started back up the inside of the leg. As I got
to her thigh, I could feel her tense up, but she didn't say anything. I
ran the bar of soap all over her thigh, then down across the skin that
separated her ass crack from her slit.
I was having trouble controlling my breathing, but from the look on her
face, so was Jennifer. I rubbed the soap across her slit, being careful
not to touch her myself, then up and around her pelvis. Then I reached
across the tub and soaped the outside of her other leg down to her foot and
back up, repeating her pussy and pelvis.
Still she didn't say a word, so I soaped up my hands and started at the
top again.
This time my hands rubbed themselves all over her tits and I worked my
soapy fingers on her nipples. Then down her stomach. I skipped her outer
legs, I didn't have that much will power and started with a hand on each
inner thigh. Then my fingers closed on her pussy and as I felt that soft
downy fuzz I shot my load into my jeans. I stayed frozen, my hand on her
pussy but not moving as my balls pumped out load after load into my shorts.
"Think I'm clean enough?" she asked just as I got my breath back. Her
breathing wasn't much better.
"Almost." I grunted as I worked my finger about an inch between her
pussy lips. She gasped as my finger grazed her clit, but I pulled it out
as if nothing had happened and finished soaping her pelvis.
Then I started with the wash cloth. As I worked her nipples between my
fingers through the rough material, she stiffened and stopped breathing for
several seconds and then relaxed. A small smile on the corner of her
mouth. I wondered if she orgasmed.
I tried to pretend I was all business, continuing down her stomach,
washing the outside of her right leg then her left. But I knew that no
matter how hard I tried, as I started back up those inner thighs, my smile
was anything but professional. I wiped her thighs, then her pussy,
thinking that apparently the dividing line had moved down below twelve.
At
least well developed twelves like Jennifer.
I finished and stood up. I reached down and picked up the young girl
and lifted her out of the tub. Then I started toweling her dry. I wrapped
her sarong style with another towel, draped another towel over her head and
swatted her on the but. "You can go now." I told her as I reached down to
let the water out of the tub.
As she opened the door, I could see her sisters were dressed and sitting
by their mother on the sofa. Looking at me, and not realizing she was
there, Jenny said, "I told you I wouldn't take a bath."
"And I told you, little girl, that you'd leave her clean."
Chapter 2 "Rub-a-dub-dub, Just Relaxing in the Tub"
After she'd gotten Jennifer dressed and hustled the all the kids out to
the car, Linda looked at me and sighed. "Carrie says you volunteered for
this again tomorrow."
"She looks so sad when she begs."
"Sad but true." Linda agreed. "All the girls?"
"Do you think Jennifer will take her bath."
"Jenny can be a stubborn little bitch."
"Was that witch or bitch?" I asked with a smile.
"Both." Linda said with a smile. "Can I send her too?"
I hesitated. "It probably wouldn't be a great idea. Bitch or not,
she's growing up into a young woman and I don't think it's a great idea to
have a dirty old man giving her baths." Saying no to the chance of bathing
Jennifer was one of the hardest things I'd ever done.
"You're not old." Linda assured me. "And she may look like a young
woman, but she hasn't learned to act like one yet. She needs to learn that
she can't always have her way. Forcing her to take a bath is one part of
the lesson."
"To be perfectly honest Linda, the problem is that she looks like a
young woman, no matter how she acts. I hope you won't take offense, but
I
had a major hard-on while scrubbing your daughter. That's why I don't
think it's a good idea that it happen again." Damn I hate being mature and
responsible.
Linda laughed and I felt myself turn red, which made her laugh harder.
"I know what my daughter looks like, so that fact she gave you a woody
doesn't surprise me all that much." I was beginning to wonder if Linda was
related to Peggy Bundy. She took a deep breath and got the last of her
laughter out of her system. "I really appreciate what you did today, and
I
know Dave will too. And I know it will be hard on you..." sub-consciously
she glanced at my crotch and then started giggling again. "... but if
you'd do it again tomorrow I'd owe you big time."
"The problem is, I don't know if I can control myself." I admitted,
almost whining.
"I trust you. I know you'd never do anything to hurt Jenny or the other
girls." That was true, I'd never hurt Jenny, except maybe breaking her
Hyman, but that only hurt for a minute. As the thought popped into my
head, I turned red again, and damn if Linda didn't look like she guessed
what I was thinking.
"Being twelve, living in the trailer is probably hardest on Jenny. This
will be good for her."
"Just how long do you think this will go on?" I asked, wondering just
how long I could hold out.
"The showers should be fixed next week. Then if it's too hard..." she
glanced down at my crotch again and smiled, "...too hard on you, we'll deal
with her there. But Carrie said that you promised, even after the showers
got fixed they could still take baths here."
"I told Carrie, that if you said it was okay, they could come once or
twice a week after the showers got fixed. She said she likes baths more."
"She loves baths." Linda corrected. "And I sure don't mind, but if the
other girls come, I'd like to send Jenny too, if it's not too hard..."
cough, "too much trouble."
I sighed. "As long as you realize that a twenty-six year old man was
alone with your naked twelve year old daughter, rubbing every inch, and I
do mean every inch of her body and thinking thoughts that don't belong in
a
Disney movie."
The next afternoon, Linda dropped the kids, including Jennifer off about
four. This time she left a supply of clean underwear and clothes too.
Carrie immediately took up the sofa and settled in with the remote,
switching between MTV and the cartoon network. Jennifer wanted to play
games on my computer and I told her okay. Diana looked up at me and said,
"Me first?"
"You first." I agreed and hand in hand the two of us headed for the
bathroom. I started filling the tub and realized that I'd used the last
of
the bubble bath yesterday. "Sorry squirt, no bubbles today. I told her.
"No bubbles?" she repeated with a pout. Jennifer has these pale blue
eyes, and when she pouts, it's hard to take. I left her to watch the
filling tub and went out to the living room. "Jenny, I mean Jennifer,
would you do me a big favor?" I asked from behind her. She seemed immersed
in some gory shooting game. I knew I didn't have any such game and figured
she'd gone online.
She paused the game and spun around in my chair. "You might as well
call me Jenny. After all, we've been intimate."
"Intimate?" I asked.
"At least I'd say so."
"Okay, Jenny. Would you do me a big favor." she cocked her head and
listened. I reached into my pocket and pulled out some money. I peeled
a
twenty and held it out to her. "You know where the store is?" she nodded.
"Would you run over as fast as you can and get some bubble bath, I'm all
out." Jenny gave me a strange look, probably wondering why I had bubble
bath in the first place, then snatched the twenty and headed for the door.
I live in a big two story house set in an acre of woods. Just behind
my
stand of trees in the back is the parking lot for a big supermarket/variety
store so I knew it would only take a couple of minutes.
I went back to the bathroom, and Diana had turned off the water and was
sitting on the toilet taking off her shoes and socks. I nodded, without
telling her that I'd sent out for bubbles. "Anything you need?" I asked
before I beat my retreat.
She started to answer, changed her mind and went back to pouting. As
I
closed the door, she was standing up to finish getting undressed. I went
back to the living and stood watching the TV from behind the sofa. "Now
that's a cartoon." I said. Carrie looked up at me and nodded then returned
her eyes to the screen. On the screen, Jonny Quest was sneaking into a
building. Of course, Jonny was always sneaking into something. I stepped
around the sofa, lifted Carrie's feet and sat down, setting her feet in my
lap.
When Jenny got back five minutes later, Jonny was running and the bad
guys were shooting. I wondered why the villains didn't enroll their men
in
shooting classes. It seemed like they always put out a lot of bullets, but
never hit anything.
Jenny reached over the sofa and taped my shoulder with a bottle. I
scooted out from under Carrie's feet and took it from her, starting for the
bathroom. Then she held out fourteen dollars in change. I was amazed.
I
really hadn't expected change. When I was a kid, my mom practically had
to
call the cops if she wanted change from a store run. I reached out and
snatched the ten from her hand. "Thank you." I told the surprised girl.
At the bathroom door, I knocked, "can I come in?"
"Okay." she singsonged. I stepped in unscrewing the cap. "I've got
something for you" I said.
I walked to the tub and poured some of the liquid in. I resealed the
cap, reached down and started churning the water. "Bubbles!" she said in
an excited voice and started her own stirring. I grinned and left her to
her bubbles, trying not to think about the bald little pussy I'd just seen
beneath the water. At least the water wasn't as murky as it ad been
yesterday.
She came out about ten minutes later, a towel wrapped around her waist
and a turban on her head. Carrie and I had just finished watching Jonny
Quest and started Spongebob Squarepants, a show that I didn't get, though
I
had several adult friends who thought it was great.
Diana settled in the recliner and started drying her hair and I got out
from under Carrie's feet to go clean the bathroom.
"You better cover up your boobies." Carrie warned her little sister, "Or
I'll tell mom."
"Mom won't care." her sister retorted. "It's just Uncle Paul." I wasn't
sure if I should take that as a complement or not. "Besides, I don't have
any boobies."
"Leave her alone." Jennifer warned from my computer and Carrie dropped
it and went back to her show.
I drained and refilled the tub, making sure to add bubble bath, then
cleaned the bathroom floor.
When I went back out, Carrie was laying on her stomach on the sofa. I
swatted her butt and told her it was her turn. Reluctantly, she pulled her
eyes from the television, but then skipped to the bathroom. I settled on
the coach, and a few minutes later a still wet bundle of eight year old
settled on my lap. I took the towel out of her hands and started
vigorously drying her hair, then her back. I was just starting to wonder
if I should do her front next, after all, she may not have any boobies but
it was still a private area, when I heard Carrie calling me. I deposited
Diana on the sofa and went to the bathroom.
I knocked, and she invited me in. She was leaning back against the end
of the tub, her `boobies' in plain sight. "Uncle Paul, will you give me
a
bath?" she asked holding out the soap and a washcloth in her hands.
I grinned in spite of myself. "No, you're too big for a grown man to
be
giving you a bath."
"But you gave Jennifer a bath yesterday. And she's older than me."
"That was different. That was special. Your mom told me to." I
explained. Knowing that it didn't make much sense.
"If mom says it's okay, will you give me a bath tomorrow?" she pleaded.
"Okay." I agreed, knowing that her mom would say no. There was no reason
for me to be giving carrie a bath. "If your mom says okay." I added as I
backed out, closing the door and wondering just when I fell through the
rabbit hole and where the hell was Alice.
I glanced at Diana and Jennifer who were wrapped up in their cartoons
and computer game respectively and trotted upstairs. I went into my
bedroom and shut, and locked the door. I walked to the bed and fell down
on it, then rolled over onto my back. I pushed my shorts and underwear
down, lifting my ass enough to get them down to my thighs and inspected the
flagpole that was pointing proudly at the ceiling.
Damn, I'm to old for this, I thought as I grasped my cock at the base
and slowly ran my hand to the head. Or to young, I added to myself.
Mentally I pictured Jenny's pert young body as I stroked my meat. As I
remembered the feel of her skim in the bathtub my hand started moving
faster up and down, again and again. Inter spaced with visions of Jenny
were snapshots of her sisters. Diana's bald little pussy, Carrie's barely
grown `boobies', but always Jenny and the feel of her ass, her tits, her
sweet young pussy.
Just as my cock exploded with cum, there was a knock at the door. I
pumped vigorously and caught my breath, "Yes?"
Diana's voice, "Carrie's out of her bath." she said and I heard the
doorknob rattle as she tried it.
"Thank you." I said as the last of my sperm pumped out of my dick.
"I'll be right down." I sat up and kicked off my shorts and underwear. I
picked up my briefs and used them to wipe my hand and cock clean, then I
slipped into the shorts. I took a deep breath, I was ready for Jenny.
When I walked into the living room, Carrie was sitting on the recliner,
drying her hair, a towel knotted around her waist. "I thought your mom
wouldn't like your boobies hanging out?" I asked with a sarcastic tone.
"I decided..." she started, glancing down at them, "...that I didn't
have enough boobies to worry about." Her breasts were barely puffy spots
on
her chest, but damn if her nipples didn't seem to be erect. I shook my
head to clear it and went to the bathroom to ready it for the next victim.
When the tub was full again of hot soapy water, I went out for Jennifer.
She was still at the computer. I walked up next to Jenny. She was in a
gunfight with four ogre like thinks and they all had sub-machine guns. I
watched as Jenny blasted one, then another. The third wounded her screen
image in the arm, but she switched her gun to the other hand and finished
him off and then the forth.
"If you're at a good stopping point, save the game." I instructed.
Jenny sighed and followed my instructions, then logged off the game
site. I reached down and picked her up, placing my right hand unashamedly
under her ass and carried her to the bathroom. "I can walk." she said
stiffly.
"But would you?" I asked as we passed into the bathroom.
"Not sure." she admitted as I set her down and closed the door behind
us.
I considered stripping her without saying a word, after all I had mom's
blessing. But I decided that to be fair, I had to give her a chance.
After all maybe I was reading too much into yesterday's experience.
"Are you ready for your bath?" I asked. I admit I was hoping for a
negative answer.
"No." she said, making my day."
"Jenny, I'm serious. You know, I'll do this. Will you take a bath?"
I
asked, giving her one last chance.
"No." she said and stuck her tongue out at me.
Today she was wearing cut-offs and a black t-shirt. I stepped up to her
and grabbed the bottom of the shirt and lifted. She didn't resist and
lifted her arms over her head as I pulled the shirt up. No bra. I dropped
the shirt on the floor and stared down at her pert young tits, her nipples
definitely erect. I briefly imagined caressing them and sucking the
nipples.
"You could at least wipe that grin off your face." she said snidely.
"No, I don't think I can." I admitted as I dropped to my knees and undid
the top button on her cut-offs. I unzipped them and opened them into a V
and started sliding them down her legs. Her panties today were baby blue
and I wanted to pull them off with my teeth, but figured that might be a
bit much, even with mom's backing. As the cut-offs reached her knees, I
released them and let them drop to the ground.
Then I slipped my fingers into the waistband of her panties on the side
of her hips and started pulling, enjoying the uncovering of her pussy. It
was even more beautiful than I remembered As I pulled the panties to the
ground, Jennifer lifted her right foot and I pulled panties and cut-offs
off it, then she repeated with the left foot. For someone who was supposed
to be fighting me, she was being very cooperative. Maybe I wasn't reading
too much into the situation. My cock had already grown back to it's full
length.
I stepped to her side and slid my right hand under her pussy and my left
hand on her back and lifted her up and over the rim of the tub. As I sat
her down, my hand lingered against the lips of her pussy and the soft down
of her pubic hair.
"I think I'm in the tub." Jennifer reminded me. Reluctantly I moved my
hand, my fingertips trailing against her slit.
I took a deep breath and picked up the soap and started washing her
back. I used the same routine as yesterday except when I got to her ass
crack. I soaped it good with my fingers, and Jenny shifted slightly
lifting up one of her cheeks from the floor of the tub, so I took the
opportunity to push a soapy finger into her asshole up to the first
knuckle.
Jenny looked shocked as I entered her, but I smiled and said, "Can never
be too clean."
"Pervert." she accused, but didn't try to pull away as I wiggled the tip
of my finger in her ass. We stayed like that for over a minute, Jennifer
awkwardly sitting on one cheek, my finger intruding into her body, not
invading further, but not retreating either.
Finally I pulled it out. "All clean." I assured her. She gave me a
funny look, but shifted to a more comfortable position.
I retrieved the soap and lathered my hands again, then started working
on her chest. Working each nipple between thumb and forefinger, gently
tracing around them her tanned brown areolas, soaping the breast
themselves. Jenny's breathing became shorter, more ragged as I continued.
"Think they're clean enough?" I asked, slowing my ministrations.
"No." she managed to moan, so I continued for another minute before
reluctantly moving down to her flat hard stomach. I quickly washed her
stomach and legs, then moved to `X marks the spot. My soap lathered hand
caressing her pussy mound. My fingers tangled in her soft brown hair.
Jenny opened her legs as wide as the tub allowed and lifted her knees out
of the soapy water. I pushed a soapy middle finger deep into her pussy and
out again. Jenny's eyes had closed and her breathing had slowed to where
I
could barely hear it, so I stabbed my finger in again, gently exploring her
cunt.
Once again I found her clit and I felt her shudder. She leaned forward
and grabbed my arm, trapping my hand against her pussy and my finger deep
inside her. I could feel her pushing her pelvis against my hand and I held
it still, letting the little girl fuck herself against my finger.
Finally she opened her eyes and pushed my hand away. "Are you going o
leave me in here all day." she asked rudely. "I'll get shriveled like a
prune."
I picked up the wash cloth and gave her pussy a final wipe, then lifted
her out of the tub and set her on the floor. I picked up a towel and
started drying her. When I finished, I started to wrap another towel
around as a sarong, but she pushed my hands down to her waist. I knotted
the towel around her and looked into her face questioningly. "Boobies seem
to be in today." she said with a smirk.
I'd cum in my shorts when my finger was in her asshole, but I'd gotten
hard again when my finger explored her pussy. Now she looked down at my
bulging shorts. "What's that.?" she asked. She pointed, her finger inches
away from my erection, "You've gotten all pointy and there's a big wet
spot."
She moved her finger closer. My cock twitched in my shorts. Closer
still, stopping when she was almost touching the tip. My cock twitched
again. Jenny laughed, "You really should do something about that." she
said and pulled her hand away. She turned and let herself out the door.
I kicked the door closed and dropped my shorts. My hand encircled my
staff. Three strokes and I orgasmed, cum shooting out of my cock and into
the used bath water. I milked my cock slowly, imagining Jenny's tight hot
pussy and even tighter asshole.
I pulled my shorts up and went back to the living room. Diana and
Carrie were sitting together in the recliner, both still wearing towels.
Jenny was on the sofa. I sat down next to her, picked her up and deposited
her on my lap. I took the towel that was draped on her head and started
drying her hair.
I was still drying it when Linda walked in the front door, smiling at
all her daughter's boobies. "You going to take your bath tomorrow like a
good girl?" I whispered into Jenny's ear.
"Maybe, maybe not." she replied with a grin.
Chapter 3 "Jump in the Shower and the Blood Starts Pumpin' "
The next day when I stopped by the trailer to pick up the girls, I had
a
chance to talk to Linda again.
"I really think we shouldn't do this again." I told her seriously,
afraid of what I might do, I mean Jenny was only twelve. "Why don't you
come by the house and give Jenny her bath?"
"She'd never let that happen." Linda said seriously. "One of us would
get hurt."
"But..."
"I trust you." I was readying my next argument when she added, "Good
news though. They're supposed to have the showers fixed no later than
Friday afternoon." Today was Monday that meant today and three more days
of
trying not to rape a naked little girl.
I loaded the girls in the car and we drove off to do a couple of errands
before we went home. While I went into the bank, the girls wanted to run
across the street to the multiplex and see what was playing and I agreed.
I took a long time in the bank, I have several accounts there and the
bank had messed up and taken money out of one account instead of another.
When I came out into the daylight again, the girls were just crossing the
street to come back.
Diana skipped over to me as soon as they were across, "Uncle Paul?" she
said in a sugary voice.
"Yes?"
"Could you take us to see `Cheaper by the Dozen'?"
"I don't think so..." I started when she added, "pleeeaasssse."
"I really..."
Carrie chimed in to, "pleeeaasssse." Now I had stereo.
"Girls, I..."
Jenny came in too, "pleeeaasssse."
Stereo plus one, what could I do. "We'll see what your mother says."
I
said passing the buck. We piled into the car, the younger girls in back
and Jenny in the passenger seat. As I started the car and backed out of
the parking space, Jenny took my cell phone out of the holder on the dash
and called her mother.
"Hi mom. Uncle Paul said he'd take us to the movies this afternoon if
ut's okay with you." pause, "PG," another pause, longer this time.
"Cheaper by the Dozen, Steve Martin." a final pause, "Okay, I'll tell him."
she disconnected and put my phone away.
"Well?" I asked.
"She says you're a mass-a-chist and okay." Jenny reported with a
triumphant grin. "What's a mass-a-chist?"
"Masochist." I told her. "That's someone who likes pain."
"Weird." she said, then suddenly looked at me accusingly, "Is she
calling us pains?"
"Sort of." I admitted.
Jenny shrugged then turned to her sisters, "We can go." The two younger
girls cheered loudly.
We got to my house and started the ritual.
Diana took a fast bath and when I went in afterwards, for once it didn't
look like the Mississippi River Delta after the levee broke. I cleaned up
and got the tub ready for Carrie. When I went back to the living room, I
told Carrie it was her turn and sat down and started drying Diana's hair.
A couple of minutes later, I heard Carrie call, "Uncle Paul." I shifted
Diana off my lap and went to the bathroom. I knocked on the door and she
shouted "Come in. As I walked in, Carrie was holding out the soap and a
washcloth to me. "Give me a bath." she pleaded in the same sugary voice
that Diana had used to ask for the movie.
"I told you, you'd have to ask your mom." I reminded her.
"I did, she said it was fine." Carrie said with satisfaction.
"Really?" I asked, amazed. Carrie nodded. "She didn't say anything to
me."
"Call her." Carrie ordered, pointing to the cordless phone sitting by
the edge of the sink. I hadn't noticed it before, Carrie must have known
that I'd resist.
I picked up the phone and dialed, Linda answered and I said hello, "How
did I know it was going to be you?" she asked with a laugh.
"Carrie says you want me to give her a bath." I blurted, not knowing how
else to begin.
"I told her it was fine." Linda said.
"But..."
"Paul, I trust you." I said goodbye and hung up. I was getting real
tired of those three words.
As I set down the phone, Carrie again held out the soap and washcloth
to
me. I considered saying no, but the look on her face made that impossible.
I knelt next to the tub, wet my hands in the water and started lathering
up. Carrie squirmed a little as I started rubbing my soapy hands around her
back, she was terribly ticklish.
I grinned and enjoyed myself. Carrie had a nice body for a ten year
old. I ran a soapy finger between her butt cheeks but didn't linger. When
I got to her chest, I discovered that her nipples were erect and just as
sensitive as Jenny's. Then without waiting, I plunged my hand into the
water between her legs and started soaping her tiny little pussy. She was
only ten so I didn't try to force my finger inside, but she seemed to enjoy
the feeling of my rubbing against the outside of her pussy.
I took a last feel of her pussy, letting my fingertip trail up her slit,
then sat back on my heels. Carrie was smiling, a huge satisfied smile.
I
stood up and lifted her out of the tub and started to dry her off. I was
still kneeling and her pussy was right at eye level. It looked so soft,
so
tight, so vulnerable without a single hair guarding it's passageway. I
imagined my rock hard cock pushing into it, just how tight it would be.
I
wondered if I could get my cock in, or even a finger. I wanted to find
out, but managed to control myself. I knotted a towel around her and
swatted her butt to send her away.
Jenny came in while I was refilling the bathtub. Without another word,
I kicked the door shut and started stripping the twelve year old's shirt
off. "That's a hell of a battering ram you have there from giving a ten
year old a bath." she accused, pointing her finger at my cock and moving
it
closer and closer until the tip of her finger grazed the fabric of my
shorts over my cock head.
She was wearing the silky kind of gym shorts and I pushed them and her
panties down, not even bothering to check out what color they were today.
I
pushed my hand between her legs, palm against her pussy and put my other
hand on her back, ready to lift her into the tub. "Is that a problem." I
asked as I held her.
"Not for me." she giggled and wiggled her pussy against my palm. I came
with a sharp intake of breath and a moan. "Not for you either." She added,
as a large wet spot appeared in the front of my shorts. I enjoyed my
orgasm and the feel of her pussy and wondered if I should always wear
underwear around these girls, or never wear it.
I lifted her into the tub, and by the time I had knelt beside it, I was
hard again. I washed Jennifer quickly, just taking time for a quick feel
of her asshole and a quicker feel of her pussy. I wanted to get out of
there because I wasn't sure what I would do. I lifted her out of the tub
and dried her off. "Not the most satisfying bath I've ever had." she
commented, but I didn't care.
I didn't even bother draining the tub, I just opened the door and walked
out into the living room. Carrie and Diana were sharing the sofa, towels
knotted around their middles. "You girls better get dressed if we're going
to a movie." I told them.
Jenny came up behind me. "Check out his tentpole." she said, pointing
at my tented out shorts. The two younger girls giggled while Jenny
grinned. I mumbled something about a shower and retreated upstairs.
In my room, I eased my shorts over my engorged cock and dropped them to
the floor, then kicked them toward a pile of dirty laundry in the corner.
My cock looked even bigger than usual. I walked into my bathroom. My
bathroom was twice the size of the one downstairs, and contained an
oversized shower and Jacuzzi tub. I started the shower and jumped in. The
hot water felt good against my body. There were four shower heads in the
stall so that hot water hit my body from every side.
I picked up a bar of soap, lathered my hands and started stroking my
much abused cock. I could feel the stress of resisting my two little
nymphets drain out of me. I stroked slowly, wanting the feeling to last,
and the door opened.
Diana was standing there, still in her towel, just outside my shower,
watching my hand as it continued to stroke my cock without conscious
effort. "What are you doing?" she asked. "Before I could stammer out some
excuse, Diana dropped her towel and stepped in with me. She reached for
my
cock and my hand slipped away. Hr tiny hand wrapped around the top of my
cock and her thumb brushed against the tip and I shot my load right across
her chest.
As load after load of white sticky cum shot out at the girl, her face
was a mass of confusion. She didn't know whether to be excited, grossed
out, or what. I understood completely, not sure what to feel myself as her
hand remained on my shrinking cock.
After the last of my cum dribbled out of my shrunken cock, I took a
washcloth and cleaned my mess from Diana's chest, thankful that none had
gotten on her face or into her hair. I know there are girls that like cum
facials, but I didn't think Diana would be one of them.
As I gently removed her hand from my cock, she said, "It got small." In
that child's voice of wonder.
"They do that." I agreed and started drying her off, then myself. We
walked into the bedroom where I got some clean shorts and a shirt. I
didn't bother with underwear. We went downstairs where the other girls
were dressed and waiting. Jenny raised an eyebrow at her naked sister but
didn't say a word. I told Diana to hurry and get ready so we wouldn't miss
the movie.
I didn't mention what had happened upstairs, because I didn't have a
clue what to say. An eight year old had just jerked me off. Well, she
didn't really jerk me off, but she held my cock until I came, that's almost
the same thing. For the first time since all of this started, I wondered
what the food was like in prison. Did they have a good library, maybe I
could catch up on my reading.
Chapter 4 "? Jack and Diane, his hand between her knees"
After Diana got dressed, in shorts and a t-shirt just like her sisters,
we piled in the car and headed for the supermarket behind my house where
we
stocked up on pop and munchies. I don't know about you, bust after
shelling out eight bucks for a movie, I refuse to pay three ore for a small
coke.
When we got to the multiplex, I had an old field jacket that I kept in
the trunk for just such an occasion. We filled the pockets with our
contraband and headed in. At the box office, I noticed that the third Lord
of the Rings was still playing and made a mental note to come see it again.
Twenty-six bucks later we were inside the air conditioned theater and
settling in our seats. Diana and Carrie wanted the front row, but I talked
them into seats about six rows back, right in the middle. The girls sat
down and I distributed pops and snacks and then took my own seat. Jennifer
was on my left and Diana was on my right with Carrie on the other side of
her. I glanced around and we had the whole theater to ourselves. Just as
I was twisting the top off my coke, the trailers started. `Peter Pan'
looked like it might be interesting and I could take the girls. And the
new `Harry Potter' looked good but it wasn't until June. There was a black
remake of `Can't buy me Love' which as far as I could tell from the trailer
had absolutely no redeeming social value and the Supreme Court could ban
it
anytime. There were two more trailers for `Dumb and Dumber' type movies.
Jenny seemed interested, but she was on her own for those. I had no use
for the `stupidity' type movies that seemed so popular today.
Then there was a Pepsi commercial. The one with the little girl as a
gunfighter in a saloon. Cute kid. I silently toasted her with my coke.
The movie started and as it did, Diana crawled up on my leg and Carrie
moved into her seat next to me. I'd forgotten that Hillary Duff was in
this movie, I'd always liked her. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a huge
Hillary Duff fan because I like little girls, despite what had happened in
the last couple of days. I just liked her show, `Lizzie McGuire'. At
least I used too. It started out as a cute show about a typical adolescent
growing up, the cartoon alter ego was a nice touch. But after se got to
be
in the background of a junior rock stars music video, had another rocker
sing on her Christmas float, and went to Italy and met a third rock star,
she stopped being typical and I stopped watching.
Still, she was cute. And growing up nicely I must say, as I admired her
enormous chest on the screen in front of me. I reached over and pulled
Jenny up onto my other leg. She settled without complaint. My hand found
a comfortable place on her warm inner thigh
As I watched the movie, I found myself watching Hillary and the other
girls on screen, more than following the story. I looked down and my left
hand had moved up to the crotch of Jenny's shorts. I didn't remember
telling it to move. Jenny didn't seem to mind, in fact she had opened her
legs a little more, but I was still disturbed, hands aren't supposed to
move without order from the brain are they? Then I noticed my right hand
had found a similar resting place on Diana's crotch. I knew I hadn't
consciously moved that one. She was eight, for God sakes.
I stared at my hands. I didn't move them, but I stared.
Maybe I was a closet pedophile and my sub-conscious was taking over.
I
decided to focus on the movie. But as I looked up, there was Hillary's
chest again. Taking up practically the half the screen. I felt my left
hand start to stroke Jenny's crotch. I decided that I couldn't be held
responsible for anything my hand did on it's own and enjoyed the movie and
the feel of Jenny's warm pussy beneath the thin silky fabric of her gym
shorts. She hadn't bothered with panties.
When the movie ended, the left hand was down the front of Jenny's
shorts, gently stroking her slit and my right hand was stroking the crotch
of Diana's shorts. I decided that this was going to have to stop right
now. As I watched the credits roll on the screen I decided that it would
have to stop after the credits were done. These people worked hard to make
this movie, and we owed them to at least watch their names roll past.
After the last credit and even the copyright notice had flashed by and
the theater lights came up, Jenny stretched then looked down at my right
hand in her sister's crotch. I thought she was going to say something, but
she just opened her legs a little wider. Then I noticed Carrie. She was
leaning over, with her elbows on the armrest and her head propped on her
hands watching my one hand stroke Diana's crotch and the movement of my
other hand under her big sister's shorts.
This was too much, I decided and pulled my hand out of Jenny's shorts.
"Time to go I announced as I took my other hand off Diana. The two girls
smiled and stood up. I stood and stretched, realizing that there wasn't
a
lot of circulation in my legs.
I made sure that the girls cleaned up their trash and we left. Walking
painfully out to the car with Carrie and Diana holding my hands, I thought
about what I had to do.
I drove the girls home, then told them to go out and play while I talked
to their mother. Inside the trailer, I got a big surprise, Dave was home
too. I hadn't seen him in over a week. Seeing Dave made me reconsider my
decision. Dave looks like the kind of guy NFL linemen cross the street to
avoid. I'd never seen him anything but mellow and laid back, but I could
imagine the kind of damage he could do.
We made small talk for several minutes, then Linda commented, "I'd just
been telling Dave before you got here, that I should go with the girls
tomorrow and have you give me a bath too."
I could feel the flush on my face. I glanced at Dave, but he was
smiling like usual.
I stood and gave Linda a courtly bow. "Madam, you are always welcome
in
my bathtub. In fact, I invite you to use my Jacuzzi upstairs, but if madam
wishes to be bathed, she must get her husband to do it. My religion
forbids me to bathe anyone over thirty."
Linda stuck her tongue out at me. "Ageist." she accused. She'd
recently had her thirtieth birthday and it had been a little traumatic.
"I'm only twenty-nine." Dave commented.
"Anytime you're ready." I offered and Linda stuck her tongue out at both
of us.
"You know, if you'd beat her more often, she wouldn't be so uppity." I
offered.
Linda leaned back in her chair to say something, but lost her balance
and fell backward onto the floor. Dave and I both started laughing and
couldn't stop. Linda just crossed her arms across her chest and pouted.
Several minutes later, Dave and I were able to get ourselves under
control. I was about to stand and offer Linda a hand up when Jenny walked
in. Jenny looked at Dave and me sitting at the table and her mom laying
on
her chair on the floor. "Why's mom on the floor?" She asked. Which set
Dave and me off again. After a few seconds Linda started laughing too.
Jenny looked at the three of us with a `everyone over twelve is crazy'
look, picked up a basketball off the bed and left.
By the time I stopped laughing, my ribs hurt. Dave and I both stood and
offered hands to Linda. She took one of each and we pulled her and her
chair into an upright position.
"Seriously..." I started, then took a deep breath because the giggles
almost came back, "If you and Dave would like to come over and use the
jacuzzi sometime, you're welcome." I thought that would take some of the
sting out of the rest of what I decided to say. "But I really don't think
the girls should come over anymore unless one of you comes with them."
There, I'd said it.
"Paul, I thought we settled this." Linda said.
"Things are getting out of control." I said, looking at Dave out of the
corner of my eye.
"What things?" Linda asked.
I looked at Dave , then back at Linda. I wasn't sure what if anything
she had told him. And I wasn't sure I was going to live long enough to
tell it all.
"Today, after giving Carrie and Jenny their bathes. Your daughter got
in the shower with me." I expected an explosion, but Dave just sat there,
smiling like always.
"And." Linda prodded.
"And grabbed my cock and I came all over her."
"You probably needed it after Jenny's bath." Linda said understandingly.
"Not the point." I told her.
"Which daughter?" Dave asked.
I looked down at the table as I answered, "Diana."
Dave and Linda looked at each, "Figures." they said in unison.
"Is that the only problem?" Linda asked.
"We can tell Diana to stay out of your shower." Dave offered.
I really didn't understand what was going on. I'd just told these two
great parents that I'd cum all over their eight year old daughter and they
didn't care. "At the movies, two of your daughters sat on my lap."
"So." Dave said.
"I rubbed their crotches during the entire movie." I admitted, not even
blaming my hands which had acquired lives of their own.
"Did they mind?" Dave asked.
"Which daughters?" Linda inquired.
"Diana and Jenny." I answered as I wondered what had happened to
reality. Had someone slipped me some bad LSD and I was really in a rubber
room somewhere and this was all a dream?
"Be careful that you don't give Carrie middle child syndrome." Linda
admonished.
"We don't want another Jan Brady." Dave offered.
I shut my eyes and shook my head. Maybe I was in a coma somewhere,
hooked up to one of those machines that goes beep...beep...beep. I'd just
told them that I'd molested their eight and twelve year old daughters at
the movies, and apparently they wanted me to molest their ten year old so
she wouldn't feel left out.
I stood up and nodded to my best friends and left the trailer. The
girls were playing basketball with some other kids. I waved but I don't
think anyone noticed. I drove home and even though it was just seven
o'clock, I went to bed.
I knew I would wake up in the morning from the most erotic dream I'd
ever had, and I'd had some doozies. There was the time that I was driving
a bus load of super-models and we got stuck in a blizzard, and needed body
heat to keep alive. Now that was a dream.
Chapter 5 "They was a-splishin' and a' splashing', Reelin' with the
feelin', movin' and a'groovin' "
The next day I woke up refreshed and ready to meet the day. I had four
houses to inspect and was glad to get an early start. Through the
incredible luck of everybody being home when they were supposed too, I
managed to get all four houses done in time for a late lunch at Sizzler.
I
had a big ribeye and baked potato and headed home, not even bummed about
the four feet of paperwork I was going to work on. Life was good.
About three, there was a knock n the door, and a second later, Diana
stuck her head in and announced, "We're here." The three girls walked in,
followed by their mother. The girls took up positions around the TV and
Linda came over to me at the computer.
"I thought we decided we weren't going to do this anymore?" I asked.
"You promised my girls baths until the shower was fixed, and I intend
to
hold you to it." Linda said sternly. "But if you're too sacred to give
Carrie and Jenny their baths, they'll just have to understand." I relaxed,
"After you explain it to them.
"But..."
"No buts. We trust you."
"Would you please stop saying that." I almost shouted.
Linda grinned. "And Jennifer has something she wants to ask you." I
groaned, now what? "She's promised that she'll only ask once, and that
she'll accept your decision, no matter what it is."
"Just like her mother?"
Linda grinned again. "She wants to ask you while you're giving her a
bath, but if you don't give her one, or you think you'll think clearer with
her clothes on, she can ask you before."
"You're not a nice person." I told her after glancing at the three
beautiful girls sitting on my sofa, and knowing that I couldn't tell them
no.
"I'm a wonderful person." Linda informed me and leaned down to kiss me
on the mouth. It was a nice kiss but it shocked me. She'd never kissed
me
before, or me her. "Do you want me to pick them up, or you drop them off?"
"I'll drop them." I said resignedly. Linda blew me another kiss and
skipped to the door. Literally skipped. She was enjoying my discomfort
way too much.
I saved my work on the computer and walked resignedly to the bathroom.
Actually, on the inside I was skipping myself. I realized that I'd
hoped Linda would ignore my pleas. I filled the bathtub with water and
bubbles and called in Diana. It must have been a skipping kind of day,
because a few seconds later she came skipping into the bathroom, already
pulling off her shirt. "Are you going to give me a bath, like you do my
sisters?" she asked as she pushed down her jean skirt and white panties.
"I sure am." I told her, giving up all pretense. I knew that if she hadn't
asked me, I would have volunteered. Diana giggled and stepped into the tub
before I could lift her. She sat down and started splashing and blowing
handfuls of bubbles and I realized how my floor got so wet. I knelt beside
the tub and before I could pick up soap and washcloth, I was soaked.
I stood up and pulled off my t-shirt. I hesitated a second, then
dropped my shorts as well. I kicked the wet clothes into the corner and
stood there in my briefs. "Is your thingy long and pointy? Or did it get
small again?" she asked"
"Let's see." I told her and dripped my underwear. My cock was small but
already starting to grow. Diana looked disappointed for a couple of
seconds but then went back to splashing around in the tub.
I knelt again, found the soap and started lathering my hands, then
rubbing the little girl all over her back. When I got to her ass, I
started exploring a little. I found her asshole and as I rubbed it,
realized that it was too small and tight for my finger even if I wanted
too.
I switched to her front. Her chest was no different from a boys. With
nipples that looked like they had been painted on and no areolas to speak
of. I washed it and her stomach, then I gently explored her pussy. No
hair of corse, but fat puffy lips that were just a little ticklish. As I
rubbed her, I tried to insert my finger, but it would only go in up to my
fingernail. I finished by washing her legs.
I stood up and lifted her by her armpits out of the tub. As I set her
on the floor, "It got big again." she said with awe.
"Yes it did." I agreed.
"Can I touch it again?"
"Okay." I agreed, after all she already had, and her parents didn't
care. She reached up and wrapped her little hand around the head.
"Is it going to shoot that stuff again?" she asked.
"Do you want it to?"
She thought for a few seconds, then nodded. "Yeah, but not on me."
I stood so that I was pointed at the bathtub full of dying bubbles.
Then I took her hand and moved it up and down my shaft. It only took four
strokes. "It's happening." I whispered, and Diana giggled as a long slimy
rope of sperm shot out of my cock and landed in the water. She kept
stroking and four more loads of semen landed in the tub.
When nothing more came out, she looked up at me, her hand still on my
cock, "That was fun." she said. "Yes, it was." I agreed.
"Can we do it again?"
"Not right now." I told her, "But maybe later." Thinking about the two
other baths on my schedule.
I dried her off and sent her to the living room wrapped in a towel, then
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