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Brad's Chronicles 1 (MF, Mg, MFg, inc, ws, rape, rom)
FIRST things first I guess. This is an erotic story written for the
enjoyment of consenting adults. If you are not consenting don't read it
(now that made a lot of sense). If you are not an adult don't read it.
This story contains pedophilia and incest. If this offends you or violates
your personal moral code DON'T READ IT.
SECOND: While I have the soapbox I want to say something about the
nature of fantasy. That is what this story is FANTASY. I do not condone
or agree with the activities portrayed in this story. Anyone in real life
who harms a child deserves to be castrated then shot. That said, what is
harm? Is a consenting, loving, sexual relationship between a child and an
adult harmful? If done with care it is not physically harmful but there
are other kinds of harm. Is it emotionally harmful? Perhaps, perhaps not,
in actuality it probably varies case by case. Children don't have labels,
there is no tag that says 'I can handle sex'. So for that reason alone
caring adults should not consider a sexual relationship with a child
(uncaring adults are going to do as they damn well please).
THIRD: Now I wish to speak on incest. I have no problem on a moral
level with incest. I even consider the idea erotic (go figure) on an
abstract level. I only have problems with incest is when it involves an
adult and a child. The adult whether he/she be a parent or uncle/aunt or
whatever is in a position of authority over the child. That brings in the
possibility of coercion. Even if this is not intended there will be an
element of it there just because of the authority position. Most children
want to please their parents. A child that is subject to sexual advances
by a parent may acquiesce even if this is not something they wish to do.
I
would have the same problem if the adult were a teacher or a principle.
Other than that I have no problems with incest. If a brother and sister
want to play around under the sheets, as long as certain precautions are
taken, more power to them.
LAST: I want to speak on the nature of eroticism. This is in two parts,
the first ties in with the nature of fantasy above. I find many things
erotic in literature, these include, pedophilia, incest, bestiality,
torture, rape, water sports etc... Very few of these things would I find
erotic if I was a participant. Let me state that again, not only would I
not do them (for moral reasons) but the thought of actually doing them
turns me off like a light. Curious, I enjoy reading about them but the
thought of doing them is repellant. Now for the second part, I have for
many years read erotic stories, starting with filched copies of Penthouse
Letters as a teenager then downloading them from BBS's and finally the
internet. I have found many, many erotic stories that I have enjoyed
immensely. I have also found a great deal of duds. To be erotic a story
needs several things. It has to be believable both in the setting and the
actions/reactions of the participants. A story where a child walks into
a
pool hall, raises her dress and takes on everybody in the place would not
be erotic for me no matter how hot the sex, because I would not believe it.
A story has to be descriptive. Adjectives and adverbs are important.
Don't tell me that Jane dropped to her knees and fucked the dog. Tell me
what she feels, what she says, how she moves. Don't tell me a child is
cute. Describe her, what is her skin tone, what color are her eyes, her
hair? How soft is her skin? What is she thinking?
My bike jolted as I took a shortcut across the railroad tracks and
veered back onto the bike path. This was a pleasant area. Older homes and
apartments, some ran down but not trashy or junky. The people were good
too. The average income wasn't high but these were decent hardworking
people, not trash or dug dealers. I'd just moved into the city of Oakland
a
suburb of Pittsburgh a few months before and was still getting to know the
area. Nine years of nowhere jobs and night classes were finally paying
off. With the ink still wet on my degree I landed a job with a chemical
company in the old steel town. I'd loaded my battered old Justy wagon with
some trepidation. My idea of Pittsburgh was a noisy, polluted, crass sort
of place. I'd been pleasantly surprised to be surprised. The city was
noisy, but it was the bustle of happy people, not the clamor of trip
hammers. Most of the neanderthal era steel mills were gone. The smoky
stacks had been dynamited one by one. The mills that were left were clean,
efficient and modern. They'd been joined by a plethora of other high tech
industries. These had in turn brought in a younger, gayer crowd. The gray
streets I'd imagined had taken on color and parks, museums and bike paths
had sprouted. It was a whole lot like Seattle, only without the rain. The
bike path entered a wooded section. I pumped harder, working up a sweat.
I
was only a mile or so from home and could already taste the beer. I slowed
as I approached my neighborhood, cooling down and enjoying the fine spring
air. The houses here were mainly duplexes, with the odd single family home
wedged between on postage stamp lots. As a Chemical Engineer, even a newly
frocked one, I could have afforded better. After years of hand to mouth
living though the idea of having disposable cash was attractive. I'd
decided not to spend all of my money on a fancy house or upscale apartment.
I had no one to impress and my needs were actually quite modest. I still
had that clapped out old Justy too. A block from my place a group of ragtag
children stood in a circle. As I got closer I could tell a lone girl stood
at the center of that ring. She was 8 maybe 9 and heavy for her age.
Oddly the extra weight added definition to her thighs and butt, giving them
a shape beyond her years. Only a puffy face and a slight protruding belly
went into the negative column. Right now quite a bit of that shape was on
display at least in the lower quadrant. All of the children were in shorts
or swimwear and this girl was wearing a faded one piece in a flower print
that was at least two sizes too small. It pulled high on her thighs and
left a lot of smooth white buttocks exposed. At the moment the child's fat
chin was quivering as she tried to hold back her tears. In the cruel
manner of children the ring was taunting her. "Fatty Patty", a toe headed
boy crowed. "Big butt cow!" another chimed in. "We don't want you to swim
with us Patricia. We might catch sumthin'", this from a sweet looking
little girl of maybe 7. "She splashes all the water out anyway." "Yeah and
she's got boogers." "And a beer gut. My dad says she looks like she
swallowed a watermelon." The target of the abuse twisted this way and that
to face her tormenters. The tears glistened in her eyes but she stoically
held them back. The squeal of my brakes brought the festivities to a halt.
As one the mass of children swiveled to face me. "I think that's enough."
Caught by an adult the little torture circle looked abashed for a moment.
Then the same boy who had made the 'Fatty Patty' taunt spoke up. "We don't
got to listen to you." I gave him my best hard stare. Several years of
life guarding for the YMCA had given me a good hard stare. "No you don't.
But I'm sure you're parents will when I tell them what I saw this
afternoon." Most of the group looked scared at that but toe head wasn't
willing to concede yet. "Yeah well you don't know our parents." "That's
true but I don't have anything to do this afternoon. When do you have to
be home son? I'll just sit right here and wait for somebody to call you
to
supper." The boy bit his lip and looked sullen. "I'll have my dad call the
police. I'll say you were following me." "Yeah", another voice piped up,
"They put guys that follow kids in jail." I smiled and pulled out my
celphone. "Now that's a real fine idea. Why don't I just call the police
right now. I'm sure they can find out who your parents are and that way
I
don't have to hang around." I raised the phone and started to dial, that
was the last straw. Like a dam breaking the children began to drift away
in ones and twos. Toe head wasn't the first but he wasn't the last either.
In less than a minute me and Patricia stood alone. I looked down at the
chubby girl. Damn from this close I could see that her thin, worn out
bathing suit was pulled tight up against her fat, bald little cunt. The
material had actually crept between the plump little lips. Her pre-teen
pussy was almost as plain as if she were naked. I willed my dick down and
fought my gaze up to her eyes, hoping she hadn't noticed where my attention
had been. "Are you ok." She was blinking rapidly, the tears so long
restrained began to flow. Without thought I dropped the kickstand and swung
off the bike. I pulled the child into a hug, she quivered against me.
"There, there it's okay honey." "I'm ugly and fat," she sniffed. "Just
like they said." I pushed her back and looked at her. "You're not ugly
honey. I think you're very pretty. You are a little overweight but that
doesn't make you ugly." "You're just saying that." I tilted her chin up so
she met my gaze. "No I'm not. I think you're pretty and sexy." She
brightened immediately, "You think I'm sexy?" I smiled and kicked myself
in
the ass. Now why the fuck had I said that. If you do want to get in
trouble in puritanical America just tell a child she's sexy. It's the
Salem witch trials all over again. "Where do you live honey, I'll walk you
home." Nice save. Patricia bubbled on about inane kids stuff as we walked
the half block to her house. At her driveway I gave her an affectionate
pat on the head and then rode off. The girl rapidly dwindling in my mind
till she was nothing but another potential whack-off fantasy. I have plenty
of those, at twenty-seven I am single and not dating. It's not that I
don't want feminine companionship, I do want it, badly. I'm not ugly,
plain maybe but not ugly. I'm not buff, not like the muscle hounds that
do
all the health club commercials but I'm not out of shape either. I bike
daily and watch my diet, which is enough to keep me trim. I've seen women
look at me, and I think I've seen interest and that brings us to the crux
of the problem. I don't know how to talk to women. They terrify and
fascinate me. I've been that way since I first knew what a girl was for.
I
never had a date in high school or college, never went to a dance. I
couldn't and can't talk to women. I'll lay my plans, rehearse my spiel,
polish my technique and when its time for the rubber to hit the road I
freeze, every time. I'm not a virgin but my few unsatisfying sexual
encounters have been either with prostitutes or women I've picked up in a
bar when I was drunk enough to suppress the terror of actually talking to
a
woman. I bumped into my yard and dismounted. After unlocking the front
door I rolled the bike inside and hung it on the wall. A shower and a beer
had me feeling human again, I grabbed another brew and booted up my
computer. Over the years since puberty my awkwardness around the opposite
sex had insured that my right hand and porn had become my best friends.
At
first the porn was fairly tame, in my early teen years a flash of nipple
from a contraband Penthouse was enough to give me a boner like a bar of
iron. As I grew older I grew jaded. Nudity no longer cut it, no matter
how attractive the women. Likewise for straight sex, a couple screwing on
a bed to a canned orgasm was a real snore. Luckily I had discovered the
internet and its almost limitless supply of perversion, watersports, bdsm,
bestiality and finally pedophilia had been added to my growing collection.
It was the latter that was my favorite though sadly it was also devilishly
hard to find. I'd seen ads for kiddy videos from offshore web sites but
always chickened put, the image of an FBI sting drifting before my eyes.
I
switched the computer over to the correct directory and pulled out my cock.
I had hundreds of stills and about two hours of video, most well watched.
As the first grainy movie began to play I began to stroke. As the
eight-year old moppet's head began to bounce up and down on a hairy cock
my
mind painted Patricia's puffy features and plump figure into the scene.
I
came hard and quick. I worked late most of the next week and it was
Thursday before I could get my bike out for a spin. I took a bruising bash
through the woods then after lunching at a little vegetarian place that
catered to the mountain bike crowd, headed home. It was dusk before I
approached my neighborhood. Hoping for another glimpse of Patricia I
turned down her street. I wasn't disappointed. She was sitting on her
front stoop, pudgy chin resting in one hand, looking bored. She perked up
when she saw me and hopped to her feet. She was wearing a short skirt that
showed a lot of curvy white thigh. As she ran down the walk the light
breeze picked it up and shot me a glimpse of white cotton little-girl
panties. I stopped the bike and smiled. She came up and we chatted a bit.
When I told her how pretty she looked she beamed, dimples showing in her
fat cheeks. She then did a pirouette that sent her skirt flying and left
me with an image of that bubble butt snugly encased in cotton. As I made
my good-byes and headed home my dick throbbed like a railroad spike. It
became a ritual over the next several weeks for me to stop on her street
after my ride. Patricia was always waiting and always happy to see me.
We
would chat, sometimes for only a few minutes, once for half an hour. I
made it a point to compliment her on her appearance each time. It was a
Saturday, three weeks after our first meeting when I squealed to a stop
before her house. Patricia hopped joyfully to her feet. To my delight she
wore a thin pair of cotton shorts, so short that they cut across just below
her crotch and left a good portion of butt cheek exposed and thin enough
to
plainly make out the outline of her bald twat. I saw no panty lines. She
had taken perhaps three steps toward me when a muffled voice from inside
the house stopped her. She shot me a soulful, cow eyed look then turned
and entered the house. Hardly had the screen door banged shut behind her
when a woman emerged and headed down the walk toward me. 'Oh shit' I
thought. The woman was in her late twenties with bleach bottle blond hair
going to black at the roots. Like her daughter she was overweight, at
least a hundred pounds. She wasn't gross with it though, managing to
become more curvy rather than bulging. With her big tits and wide hips she
exuded an air of sultry sluttiness as she sashayed toward me. An effect
emphasized by her tight jeans and studs in her nose and lip. She smiled as
she approached, easing my anxiety somewhat. She had a stud in her tongue
as well. She thrust out her hand. "I'm Lucy." I took the offered hand and
introduced myself. "I wanted to thank you for taking the time to talk to
Pat. We haven't been here that long and she doesn't have very many
friends." She paused for a moment, appraising me. "She told me what you
did to the group of kids picking on her." I looked down at the ground then
back up. I shrugged. "I don't like seeing anyone tormented." She nodded
and gave me a frank wide eyed stare. Her face was very cute, like her
daughters. "She says you told her she was pretty." I mumbled something
about self esteem that seemed to satisfy her, then she dropped the bomb.
"She said you also told her she was sexy." 'Oh shit!'. My face colored.
How to play this? Act affronted, deny saying it and ride off, never to
come back? Laugh it off as a joke? Roll into a ball and whimper? I
forced myself to meet her gaze. "I shouldn't have said that. I apologize.
It wasn't an appropriate thing to say to a girl her age but it slipped
out." My relief was palpable when Lucy grinned wider, displaying even,
white teeth. "No harm done. I just wanted to make sure she wasn't telling
me tales." She bit her lip and then looked me up and down. "Pat really
likes you and I do want to thank you for taking the time for her. Why
don't you drop by for supper this evening say around six." Her face was
slightly apprehensive now, an overweight if pretty woman who was used to
being turned down. I nodded. "I'd love too. Thank you." Her smile lit the
neighborhood. I rode home on cloud nine. Hardly was I in the door before
my cock was out. I didn't need porn this time. I dropped to the couch and
whacked furiously, images of Patricia and her sexy mom playing before my
eyes. The day seemed to drag. I did some laundry and puttered around the
house but couldn't keep my mind on anything. At four-thirty I showered and
dressed then coaxed the old Justy down to the local super-mart. I didn't
know much about dinner dates and I knew less about wine but I did know that
a gentleman traditionally brought wine to a dinner date. Thus I perused
the wine isle for twenty minutes before finally buying a Merlot with a
fancy label and a price tag to match. I dropped the car at the house and
then walked the block to Patricia and her mom's place. I was ten minutes
early when I rang the bell. Patricia answered in a frilly pink, little-girl
dress that barely covered her butt. Her hair had been washed and styled
with goldilox style tubular braids. A pair of pink ribbons matched her
dress. She smiled up at me causing her dimples to emerge from her plump
cheeks. She turned, showing just a glimpse of tightly stretched panty and
led me into the small house. The living room was clean but cluttered.
Women's magazines were heaped on a scuffed coffee table. An old but
comfortable looking couch faced a large television in a modish black
lacquer entertainment center. Mismatched end tables held lots of cheap
pewter sculptures, the kind where crystal is included somewhere. Unicorns
and mythical mages seemed to predominate. As soon as I stepped through the
door the smell of tomato sauce and spices wafted to my nose. I hadn't
eaten since breakfast and despite my apprehension my mouth began to water.
It smelled good, very good. Patricia led me to the couch then dropped down
beside me with all the grace of a sack of potatoes. The move caused her
short skirt to ride up, leaving her cotton covered cunny exposed. I must
have stared overly long because when I looked up Patricia colored and
pulled her dress down. Shit, my dick was getting hard. Lucy stepped from
the kitchen and took my breath away. If her daughter was cute in her
outfit Lucy looked like a wet dream. She was wearing a tight, black knit
dress that displayed all of her ample curves. It came to mid thigh but had
a slit on each side nearly to her hip. The neckline plunged, showing a
delightful acreage of cleavage. She pretended shock at my open mouthed
stare (I'd had little experience with women dressing sexily just for me)
then smiled. She did a 360 and stopped facing me. "You like?" I nodded,
my
mouth still hanging open. She giggled and scooped up the wine before
heading back to the kitchen. "Dinner will be a little while. Patty can
entertain you while I finish up." She seemed to throw an extra wiggle into
those wide curvy hips as she vanished from sight. We sat awkwardly for a
moment then Patricia jumped up and ran down the hall that connected to one
side of the living room. Her round little bottom jiggled under the
fluttering hem of her short skirt. Before I could wonder much at her
absence she was back with several books. She dropped down and snuggled up
beside me. The books were all teen romance type stuff. Pretty advanced
for her age. A few were worn hardbacks but most were the cheaper all paper
variety. Many had been signed by the authors which is what she wished to
show me. As we sat going through her treasures my hand naturally slipped
around her waist. The combination of her leaning closer to point out this
or that combined with truly enthusiastic wiggling caused my hand to slip
lower by increments till it rested on the outward curve of her hip,
directly atop the frilly lace of her skirt. In truth I didn't fight it
much though I did keep one nervous eye on the kitchen door. A book,
precariously balanced on one of my thighs, began to slide toward the floor
and the bubbly pre-teen lunged across me to grab it. When she did her
dress rode up under my palm. Suddenly I had a handful of warm, round
eight-year-old butt. It was soft and silky and only a thin layer of
threadbare cotton separated it from my now sweaty palm. Patricia definitely
noticed the contact because she stopped in mid-word and stared at me
owlishly. Inwardly cringing I awaited the scolding recrimination but after
a moment the chubby little girl merely smiled and smoothed her skirt down
over my hand. She picked up her monologue where she had left off without
a
hitch. Fuck, she didn't mind me feeling her up. This was heady stuff. I
cast a nervous eye on the kitchen door then began to concentrate on the
wonderful, sexy ass that rested in the palm of my hand. I kept still at
first, then slowly, tentatively began to caress that young flesh. Damn,
her butt was fine. I was glad for the heap of books in my lap. They hid
a
raging boner. I began to kneed that hot, fat little bottom, my hand
creeping lower till my fingertips encountered her humid cleft. I pressed,
pushing my fingers and the thin cotton of her panties into her crack.
Patricia was aware of my advances, several times her voice faltered as my
explorations proceeded but she made no protest. I brought my other hand
up
and rested it on her thigh just below her skirt. I let it rest a moment
then began to massage and caress as I crept closer to her crotch. I paused
for half a minute when I encountered the hem of her little girl dress then
cautiously ventured beneath it. I kept on, making love to her inner thighs
with my hand till one questing finger encountered the cotton encasing her
girlhood. I lightly traced the fat lips of her bald cunny through its
fabric prison. It was like a small butt, smooth and round. Her slit was
tightly sealed, the lips of her baby twat coming tightly together to
protect their treasure. Patricia stopped talking and leaned back against
my
chest. Her face was flushed and her breathing heavy. My finger began to
slide up and down her gooey groove, it might have been my imagination but
I
thought I felt just the hint of moisture. A noise startled both of us. I
had just enough time to jerk my hand from beneath Pat's frilly dress before
the curvy form of her mother appeared in the doorway. Patricia started as
well, sitting up so suddenly that a cascade of books slid to the floor.
Lucy stood with one hip out thrust and surveyed the situation, Patricia's
flushed features, her labored breathing, and my hand still cupping her
plump little butt. I cringed, awaiting condemnation and outrage but Lucy
merely smiled, "Dinner is ready." The food tasted as good as it smelled,
it
was a tangy pasta with some kind of lemon garnish that added a lot. I had
trouble concentrating on the meal however, at least the first part of it.
Had Lucy not noticed my hand under her daughter's dress? As the
conversation rolled on with no trace of recrimination I began to relax, she
must not have noticed. After clearing away the dishes we adjourned to the
living room and began to demolish the wine. Even Patricia was allowed a
small glass or two. Soon she was nodding and Lucy sent her off to bed. Me
and my sexy hostess were both a little tipsy when the bottom of the bottle
finally appeared. She grinned, hopped up (this action itself causing that
slit to do amazing things) and vanished into the kitchen. She returned in
less than a minute with two tumblers, a sliced lemon and a bottle of
tequila. The evening was officially going downhill. We were on the couch
a
short while later chatting about inanities. With the first warmth of the
liquor flowing through my veins I slid my arm around her. She smiled and
leaned closer. In less than a minute our lips met. It was tentative at
first but soon we were both sucking face hungrily. She moaned into my
mouth as our tongues dueled in that no-man's-land between our teeth. My
hands slid up and around her ample back. The soft knit of her dress slid
smoothly across the even softer warmth of her skin. I caressed her back
a
moment, my hands gliding from her shoulder blades to the knobby projections
of her spine. One hand slid lower till it encountered the outward curve
of
her ass. We backed off after a minute or so of solid lip-lock and stared
into each other's eyes. After a moment I leaned forward and kissed her
cute nose. I bussed her briefly on her bee-stung lips then dropped down
to
kiss and then lick the hollow of her throat. I might not have known how
to
talk to women but my body knew what to do when I caught one. I was on
autopilot. Lucy moaned when I shoved my face into her cleavage. I mouthed
and sucked the upper slope of her breasts before sending my tongue on a
recon mission between them. With my teeth I pulled on the fabric of her
dress till a nipple popped free. I fastened my mouth to it and sucked as
it hardened in my mouth. She moaned and pushed forward, trying to shove
more tit into my mouth. The force overbalanced me and I fell backward onto
the sofa pulling her atop me. Her weight was nothing more than a
comfortable softness and I kept sucking those sexy tits. My hands slid
down till they encountered the soft flesh of her thighs and then slid back
up across her round ass. I slid them down till they encountered the slits
in the fabric and massaged the soft skin exposed there. Slowly I slid
under the slits and upward, tunneling beneath the flap of fabric covering
her ass. She wore nothing beneath the dress and the feel of hot, sexy butt
made my cock lunge. I switched tits and sucked some more. Her breasts were
soft, warm pillows on my face, the nipples hard little nubbins that
provided a feast for tongue and gently nipping teeth. After a while I
pulled on that big, sexy butt. Lucy got the message and sat up astride me.
She eased forward till her thighs were either side of my ears and her sexy
muff was suspended over my face. I pushed the soft fabric of her dress
aside and got my first look at her twat. The outer lips were puffy and
round, her inner labia barely protruded at all. A light dew of arousal
glistened in her slit. The whole was baby butt bald. I gave a tug and
pulled her cunt to my face. Her smell was musky and strong, not unpleasant
just earthy and primal. I kissed each smooth, fat lip before trying to
suck the whole into my mouth. I sent my tongue out and found her throbbing
clit. I beat it up a little then ventured into her slit. Fuck she tasted
good. I detected just a hint of cherry douche, a fine touch that. She'd
prepared for sex. I'd intended to eat her to orgasm, I've been told by some
of the few women I've slept with that I'm better with my tongue than my
cock, but Lucy wasn't playing that game. I'd just gotten started good when
her twat pulled off my tongue with a sucking sensation. She knelt,
straddling me, for a second then swung off to stand beside the couch. Our
eyes' met for a smoldering moment then she licked her lips and attacked my
zipper. My belt landed somewhere in the middle of the floor then my pants
and briefs were tugged past my knees. My cock flopped free. I'm not
overly endowed but have an honest six inches with a respectable girth.
Lucy smiled like a lioness then bent over and swallowed me in a gulp. I
groaned and arched my back as my prick slid down her silky throat. She
held me deep for a second then rose up till only the head was in her mouth.
Her stud rasped enticingly over the sensitive helmet as she lapped at the
dick in her mouth. A few seconds of this and it was down the hatch again.
I reached put to stroke her hair as she bobbed up and down. Shit, she was
good. I knew I wasn't going to last long in that hot mouth. When she took
me all the way in again and then began to swallow around my prick while her
stud rasped across my balls I thought the jig was up. Abruptly her mouth
came off my cock. She straightened, took two steps and straddled the arm
of the couch with her big butt facing outward. She swept her dress aside
with one hand and then turned to stare at me. Her tongue lathed her lips
in anticipation. It was an invitation I had no wish to ignore. I stood and
shucked my pants and briefs then stepped up behind her. Fuck, that ass was
beautiful. I gently stroked it then nudged my cock up and down her crack
before dropping down to the target. Her bald mound was a swamp. Lube now
slicked the inside of her thighs. A shock went through us both as my prick
touched her twat for the first time. I ran the head up and down her sexy
bareness till her juices dripped from my balls then nudged her petals open.
I'd intended to ease inside slowly, savoring the first penetration but I
was not the master of events. As soon as Lucy felt my cock nudge inside
that sexy butt lunged backwards. We both groaned as I slid in balls deep.
I stayed there a moment, leaning forward to kiss her neck and lick at one
dainty ear. My hands slid around to hold those big tits. I began to
nibble at her earlobe as I withdrew and sunk in again. She moaned and
threw her head back. My mouth followed the line of her jaw then our lips
met in a deep soul kiss as the fucking commenced. We were both too turned
on for subtlety and were soon rutting like a pair of mongrels. She was a
bitch in heat and I was a stiff cock without a thought in my head but to
dump my nut. I released her tits and dropped down to grip her around the
waist. Our flesh slapped together faster and faster as we fucked like
bunnies. Her big butt jiggled wonderfully as my stomach slapped into it
at
the bottom of each stroke. Lucy threw back her head and howled as she came
for the first time. I was close and the clamping action of her spasming
twat almost pushed me over the edge but I held on and kept screwing. My
male ego was pleased that I'd gotten her off. I picked up the pace as she
leaned her head back against my shoulder. Her mouth was open and
inarticulate little sounds issue forth with each drive of my dick. Her
cries picked up as she neared her second orgasm. I was determined to join
and speeded up yet again. Sweat stung my eyes as my dick became a blur.
Lucy's smoldering cunt pulled and sucked. The crescendo came quickly. She
screamed her second cum and this time the clasping of her clenching pussy
set me off. My bull roar joined her voice as I dumped her tight pussy full
of steaming spunk. Like a machine with the power cut, we ramped down
slowly. I made another half dozen thrusts then rested against her, my
softening dick still trapped in her velvet box. Afterwards we cuddled on
the couch. I nuzzled her cheek and kissed her cute nose before dropping
down to suck gently at her bee-stung lips. She smiled up at me, "Now that
was a great fuck." "It was pretty good for me too my lady. I hope we
didn't wake Patricia" "Really?" Here eyes' twinkled in mischief. "It
wouldn't have turned you on to look up and see her standing in the doorway
diddling her little cunny while she watched us rut? Did you mean it when
you said she was sexy?" I was still struggling for an answer to that when
she slid from beneath me and stood, straightening her dress. She grinned
down at me, "Come on." Puzzled, I rose and padded after her. We went down
the hall and paused at Pat's door. Lucky eased it open and stepped into
the darkness. I hesitated a moment and followed. I didn't know where this
ride was going but I had zero desire to get off. Patricia was lying on her
side and stomach, the sheet knotted around her. Enough of her was exposed
to prove her sleeping attire consisted of only a pair of worn panties. Lucy
grinned at me then reached down to fist my cock. She released me and
stepped around the bed. Gently she eased the sheet aside to expose her
daughter's panty covered bottom. She began to stroke that fat little butt
then looked up at me. "C'mon over and have a feel. You seemed to enjoy
it
earlier." Shit, she had noticed where my hand had been. Like a robot I
stepped around to stand beside her. "Don't worry, she sleeps like a log."
Together our hand's molested Pat's bubble butt for a moment then Lucy knelt
beside the bed. The cotton, little girl panties were old and threadbare
in
several places. Lucy's nails found one of them and there was a ripping
sound as she tore open her daughter's panties. She pulled again, tearing
till only the elastic waist and leg bands remained amid tattered fragments.
Pat's smooth, white, eight-year-old ass was bare to our gaze. Lucy grinned
up at me then dipped down to kiss her daughter's butt. My cock lurched.
Fuck! She planted several kisses then licked the length of that juvenile
crack. Her hand found mine and she gave a tug. I sank to my knees
alongside her. She planted several more kisses on her daughter's ass then
leaned aside and looked at me with a smoldering grin.
I leaned down and brought my lips to that butt I had been fantasizing
about for the last month. The flesh was soft and oh so smooth. I trailed
my lips across the roundness and then down into her crack before moving up
and over the other cheek I retraced my path planting kisses as I went then
let my tongue out for a taste.
Lucy pulled gently on Pat's legs, scissoring them open. Suddenly her
bald little cunny popped into view between her chubby thighs. Lucy nuzzled
my ear and whispered huskily, "Lick her pussy. Lick her little baby
pussy."
Fuck me I did. Under her mother's hot gaze I traced Pat's fat little
lips with my tongue. Her twat looked like a small butt, with no trace of
clitoris or inner lips. I soaked the smoothness with spit, several times
pausing to pry the lips open with the tip on my tongue but always stopping
at just a taste of the spices within.
Lucy's head pushed mine aside and she began to eat her daughter's pussy.
Her tongue fluttered across the lips before pushing in between and
penetrating to a good depth. Fuck! She was licking her daughter's hymen.
She pulled out and used her hands to spread Pat's soft ass cheeks. Lucy
stared for a moment then grinned at me. "She's got a pretty asshole."
Before I could respond her head went down again. She kissed all around
her daughter's lower opening then began to spiral in with her tongue. For
thirty seconds she rimmed that little pink hole then stiffened her tongue
and pushed into her sleeping daughter's ass. Once, twice, three times she
pushed her muscular tongue into that sexy little butthole. The last time
she went deeper, forcing the broader part of her tongue past that little
sphincter.
Pat groaned and stirred in her sleep. Reluctantly her mother withdrew.
She planted a last kiss on her daughter's chubby bottom and then pulled the
sheet back over her charms. She stood and took me by the hand tugging me
toward the hall. "This time I want it up my ass!"
Pat seemed delighted to see me at the breakfast table the next morning.
She gave me a quick hug then settled down to shovel scrambled eggs into her
mouth. Between mouthfuls she spoke, "Mom, I need some more panties. Mine
are wearing out." Lucy was at the stove. She kept her head down, "Okay
dear, we'll see about it."
We had fucked into the small hours, Lucy and I. I awoke with aching
balls, head, and conscience. I couldn't tell how Lucy felt about what we
had done the night before but she had spoken very little since we awoke so
I figured about the same.
I excused myself after breakfast and set out for home. I hoped to see
Lucy again but figured the guilt of what we'd done under alcoholic
influence would come between us. I'd probably never hear from her again.
I
chalked it up as one hell of a one night stand as I unlocked the door to
the house.
I slept some more then puttered around the house doing nothing much.
I
was settling in to watch a late afternoon movie when the phone rang.
I answered with ill grace. I figured it was a damn solicitor. I hate
those bastards with a passion normally reserved for lawyers and liberal
supreme court justices.
"Hello!", I growled.
"Well nice to hear from you too." It was Lucy.
I quickly apologized, explaining myself.
"I guess I'll forgive you this time. Look I've got something to ask you
would it be alright if I dropped by for a minute?"
I said it would and gave her directions. I pondered for a moment then
began to make an effort to clean up the mess that is my homes normal state.
It was a hopeless task. All I'd managed to do when the doorbell rang was
to get the dirty underwear out of sight. What can I say. I'm a bachelor.
Lucy was wearing jeans and a tee. They looked like they'd been sprayed
on and showed her ample curves to delightful protection.
I cringed as she surveyed the disaster that was my living room but
relaxed somewhat when she turned back to me with a smile. "I've got a
proposition for you that might help us both out."
It turned out that she'd been offered a better shift at work. She was
a
waitress. The problem was Patricia. The new shift would be night and
evening work. She was working days now while Pat attended a day camp
sponsored by the city. The new shift meant more money but the day camp
shut down at five. Her proposal was having Pat stay with me in the
evenings. I wasn't to think of it as baby sitting, more like having an
evening maid. Pat was an accomplished house cleaner she said. She went
on
that I might even consider giving the girl 10-20 dollars a week for
spending money if she did a good job.
We kicked it around a bit with me finally agreeing to a weeks trial.
What can I say I'm easy. The thought of seeing that sexy little pre-teen
more probably had a bearing as well. Lucy grinned and gave me a quick kiss
then she was gone.
I worked late the next day, having completely forgotten about the
agreement so I was surprised when the Justy wheezed into the driveway to
see Patricia sitting on my stoop. Shit, I kicked myself in the butt for
forgetting. Gonna have to talk to the boss. I got out of the car and went
to apologize to my new housekeeper.
She stood as I approached. She was wearing a knee length raincoat which
I thought odd since no rain threatened. I shrugged it off and let her in,
following her through the door.
I dropped my keys and briefcase on the coffee table then headed for the
kitchen, asking over my shoulder what she wanted to eat. When I didn't get
a response I turned to ask again and stopped in my tracks.
Patricia stood in the center of the room, surveying my mess with a near
awe look on her face. That wasn't what grabbed my attention though. She'd
removed the raincoat and draped it over a chair. Underneath it she wore
only a ridiculously tiny French-maid outfit. The tiny skirt barely covered
her twat and left the lower cheeks exposed when she was standing still.
Any movement bared her plump cotton encased cunny and did delightful things
to the rear view as well.
Pat noticed my stare and smiled, her dimples winked cutely. "You like
my outfit?" She pirouetted, giving me a fantastic look at her charms.
"Mommy said this is what maids wear. She made it for me."
I tucked my tongue in, picked up my jaw and nodded. "You look very
pretty in it." She practically beamed.
Lucy hadn't lied about her daughter's cleaning abilities. The child set
right to work. At first she was constantly asking where everything went
but after a while she got a feel for my storage habits, when I store that
is, and began to deduce on her own.
I tried to work some on the computer but the sight of pat constantly
bending and twisting in that skirt was too much distraction. Twice during
the evening I had to go to the bathroom and jerk off.
It was a little after eleven when Lucy finally rang the bell to collect
her daughter. As Pat slipped past her out the door Lucy looked at me with
a grin. "So how did the first evening go?"
I looked to make sure Patricia's, again raincoat clad, back was to me
then pulled Lucy in for a quick, passionate kiss. She looked surprised but
not offended. As she turned to go she said, "By the way. I'm expecting
a
reciprocation on my dinner invite."
The next several days were damned interesting. I started coming in
earlier so I could be home by the time Pat arrived. By Wednesday she had
worked a miracle on my house. Surfaces that had once groaned under several
months worth of junk mail and other debris now glistened under a fresh coat
of pledge. Bits and pieces of various projects were now boxed, organized
and neatly packed on the shelves of my closets. The floors had been swept
and mopped. Seeing the house cleaned up reminded me just how shabby my
furnishings were. Most had been purchased in thrift shops as quick
expedients when I moved in. In the press of work replacements had quickly
been forgotten. Now I started thinking about maybe getting some new stuff.
Of course a clean house wasn't the only result of the three days. I damn
near wore out my dick whacking off. Patricia's chubby ass and bald twat
peeking out beneath that tiny skirt had me in a state of near constant
arousal. I had a surprise when Pat showed up on Thursday. She doffed her
raincoat and did a little spin. In place of the cotton little girl panties
she normally wore were a pair of black lace bikini panties. They weren't
quite a thong but with only a pouch for her fat little twat in front and
a
high cut that left a good portion of creamy cheek exposed in the rear they
didn't miss that category by far either. She was so proud of them.
Standing in front of me she held her skirt up to let me get a good front
view then turned around and did the same with the rear. She looked at me
over her shoulder. "Aren't they pretty? Mommy bought them for me." I
gulped and smiled at her. "Very pretty honey. And you look pretty and
sexy in them." It was only the second time I had told her she was sexy.
She beamed. There was very little for her to do now. She swept and mopped
the floors again then washed up the few dirty dishes. She then came back
into the living room where I was channel surfing and asked what else needed
doing. I laughed and told her to have a seat. She dropped down beside then
snuggled in close. I leaned over and kissed the top of her head and when
she looked up I gave her an innocent bus on the lips. I found a movie we
both liked and we settled in. I slid my right arm around her chubby frame
and pulled her in close. Soon my hand was wandering. She sighed as I
caressed her thigh. Slowly I moved higher till I encountered that tiny
skirt. I paused there a moment then wandered beneath. When I came to her
tiny panties I caressed the soft lace for a moment then slid down to
massage the inside of her thigh just a fingers width from her silk covered
pussy. I sensed her look up at me but I kept my eyes on the TV. After a
moment her gaze returned to the screen. She shifted a little then her legs
parted slightly to give me better access. I transferred my fingertips to
the opposite side and caressed the soft flesh of her inner thigh. I
withdrew after a moment and traced her panty line till I was sliding down
the soft flesh of her big round little-girl butt. Working slowly I eased
my fingers between the upholstery and that soft, sexy ass. I wanted better
access so I leaned down and gave her a kiss on the cheek then slid both
hands around her and lifted her onto my lap. Now both hands could get into
the act. As my right hand continued to massage and caress her butt my left
rubbed her thighs for a moment before sliding beneath her skirt. She was
at
ease and made no complaint. As fingers again began to dance in her crotch
she leaned back against my chest. Her hair just brushed my chin. I rubbed
both thighs then eased a finger out onto the puffy sexiness of her silk
covered twat. Another followed and I began to slowly rub her little pussy.
Shit! She was sexy. My cock hardened and rose to press into the cleft of
her buttocks. After a time I started to concentrate on the sweet slit
between those puffy lips. I rubbed up and down, slowly increasing the
pressure till the lips parts slightly and finger and silk ventured slightly
inside. She was making soft whimpering noises and breathing hard. Her
little butt shifted around my cock creating delightful sensations. My
right hand was still caressing her right cheek right up to her panties.
Now the fingers slid beneath her panties and quested across that soft
roundness till I encountered her humid crack. She lifted slightly and I
leaned back further, pulling her with me. I slid one finger up her crack
till it slid into the tiny dimple of her bottom. She started as my finger
slid across her anus but calmed down and when I kissed the top of her head.
She looked up at me and I dipped and kissed her cute nose. She giggled.
As my fingers continued to molest the innocent child I kissed each of her
eyelids. My lips met hers in a little closed mouth kiss then slid up her
jaw line. I kissed her dainty earlobe then upward to kiss inside her ear.
Slowly my tongue slid out and began to explore its intricate folds. I could
now feel definite moisture seeping between her little cunt lips. I speeded
up my two finger massage of her cunny. A soft 'oh' escaped her lips as my
right fingers again encountered her little asshole and began to massage and
tease it. I mouthed and tongued her ear as my fingers continued to play
with her bottom and pussy. Patricia began to move, hunching her little
pussy up and down on my fingers. Her little moans were coming faster and
sharper now. I increased the pressure on her bald little twat and sped up
again. . Abruptly she lifted her butt completely off my lap and went
rigid. Her mouth opened and a shriek that shook the windows issued forth.
She was cuming, probably for the first time in her life, and cuming hard.
I
kept my fingers at work for long seconds, holding her on that wonderful
scary peak, then eased off and let her come down. She collapsed bonelessly
into my lap. I hugged her to me and showered her face with kisses, telling
her what a sweet girl she was. When she had returned to Earth and finally
opened her eyes I gave her final gentle kiss and told her to watch the
movie while I took a shower. In truth I did need a shower but there were
more urgent matters to attend to. I closed the bathroom and stripped off
as the water warmed up. I stepped into the tub and pulled the curtain
closed behind me. I wet down my hair then dumped a dollop of shampoo into
my hand. Most actually went into my hair but the remnants were used to
lube up my iron hard dick. Groaning I took matters into my hand and was
soon stroking for relief. I was just getting up to speed when I felt a
brief breeze and the shower curtain billowed. Someone had opened the
bathroom door. There was only one someone here other than me. I had just
enough time to turn my back to the curtain before a chubby little figure
in
a tiny French-maid costume slid it back. "Maids are supposed to help people
take baths too. I saw it in a movie." When I said nothing she leaned over
and grabbed the soap and slowly began to lather up my back. Being nearly
caught had caused my cock to lose much of its stiffness but when she
finished lathering my back and moved down onto my ass It came back quickly.
She soaped up the muscular masses of my buttocks then I felt a small hand
slide down onto my thigh. The hand slid between my legs and fingertips
brushed my balls. The contact was tentative at first but she slowly grew
bolder. In short order she was weighing my bag in one small hand. Gently
she enfolded on testicle then the other. Behind my back I heard her
giggle. I fought a small war with myself then slowly turned to face her.
Her beaming gaze met mine then her eyes strayed lower. They widened and
she gave a little gasp as she took in my again rampant cock. A hand came
up
then stopped. She looked up at me and at my slight nod reached out and
touched the head of my prick. She jerked back at this first contact then
with a giggle reached out and traced the length of it. I let her explore
my cock and soon she was trying to get her hand around it. It wouldn't
completely reach but she could grip it. She held my dick for a moment.
When it seemed she was going to do nothing else I gently covered her hand
with my own and began to slowly masturbate with her hand. She colored and
giggled again but she picked up the rhythm and when I removed my hand she
continued to whack. I groaned and surrendered to the child's handjob. She
picked up on my groans and began to pick up the pace. Soon her little fist
was flying up and down my prick. She stared at it, her tongue poking from
one side of her mouth in concentration. I felt my balls tighten and knew
I
was about to blow. Not wanting to cum on the child I pulled my prick from
her gasp and turned toward the back of the tub. Two strokes and I was
spraying a massive load all over the mildewed tile. Patricia stood and
stared in fascination as my dick spewed spurt after scalding spurt. When
Lucy clicked up my walk we were both on the couch. Pat jumped up and met
her mother at the door. The two embraced them the plump little girl pulled
on her raincoat, shot me a grin and stepped past her mother into the
darkness. I stood and walked up to where Lucy grinned at me. "How did you
like my little surprise?" She asked. She yelped when I pulled her to me and
crushed her mouth with mine. We kissed with fervent passion for long
seconds then I yanked her fully into the house and pushed her over the arm
of a recliner. Her uniform slacks were beltless polyester. The type of
sexless garment tailored to show nothing of the shape beneath it. In
Lucy's case it was hopeless she just had too much shape to hide. I found
the catch and opened her pants the nylon zipper rasped as it was nearly
ripped open. A second later the pants were at her knees. She wore
pantyhose beneath and these followed as quickly. I was wearing only the
white plush robe I'd donned after my shower and a pair of briefs. I swept
the robe aside and dropped the briefs only far enough to free my dick.
Without any preliminaries I lined up and sank balls deep into Lucy's bald
sex. I grasped her hips and began to drill for oil, fucking with wild
abandon. Through the window I could see Patricia on the curb, waiting for
her mother. Lucy moaned and wiggled against me as I picked up the pace.
The slap, slap of our bodies was the only other sound. Pat stomped one foot
and turned to look impatiently at the house. I fucked faster, my dick a
blur. I could feel Lucy's pussy spasming around my dick. Fuck lube was
running down her thigh. Patricia shook her head and started back toward the
house. When she was halfway up the walk I felt Lucy's silky twat clutch
at
me in orgasm. She bit the backrest upholstery of the recliner to stifle
her cries. Her clenching cunt set off my own cum and I blew her bald twat
full of cum. Lucy barely got her pants up before Patricia pulled open the
screen door. "What are you guys doing in here?" "Nothing hon, we're just
talking. I'll be right behind you." As Pat turned and trudged back toward
the street Lucy pulled me into a clench so tight our teeth clicked audibly.
She smiled as we separated. "I have to surprise you more often." She did
too. The next afternoon to be exact. When Patricia stepped through the
door she seemed nervous and unsure of herself. I told her I had some
cookies and milk and to hang up her raincoat and join me in the kitchen.
When she appeared in the tiny nook that passed for that area in my house
she was walking very carefully and seemed even more nervous. "Are you
alright honey? Is anything wrong?" She shook her head in negation and
minced for a chair but I came around the table and stopped her. I took her
little chin in my hand and raised her face to mine. "What is it?" She said
nothing but I had a hunch. I dropped to my knees and before she could
protest lifted that tiny skirt. Bald twat stared at me. She was wearing
no panties at all. My dick lurched as I looked up at Pat's fearful face.
"Oh honey that is so pretty. You look even sexier this way." She
brightened, "Really?" "Really, really." I pushed her away gently. "Turn
around." She did, taking it on herself to raise her skirt so I could get
a
full view of her fat little butt. "Oh Patricia you have such pretty butt."
She looked back over her shoulder at me, "Is it sexy?" I leaned in and
planted a kiss on it. "Very sexy." She giggled and turned to face me, "you
kissed my butt." "I like kissing sexy things. Let's eat those cookies."
After we finished the milk and cookies Patricia insisted on cleaning and
putting away the dishes. She then cleaned up the little clutter I had made
since last night and swept the floors. I had finally managed to convince
that floors do not need to be mopped daily. As I watched her work I
marveled, and not just at the frequent glimpses of sexy little girl butt
I
got, but at her work ethic. She actually seemed to be proud to be my maid.
After she finished we played with my computer for a while then ended up on
the couch with another movie. Patricia settled onto my lap of her own
accord. I kissed the top of her head and hugged her to me. I was looking
forward to fingering that bare little twat but was actually feeling a
little inhibited knowing she was bare under that tiny skirt. Patricia was
having none of it. She spread her legs. When I didn't immediately react
she picked up my hand and dropped it onto her thigh. Okay, I got the
message. I caressed her thigh briefly before easing beneath her skirt and
letting my fingers play over her puffy twat. Fuck she was sexy. I pulled
my hand out and licked my fingers to lubricate them then slid in under her
dress again. I massaged her little cunny for several minutes then teased
open her lips and ventured one finger inside. It was tight, damn tight.
I
began to gently fuck a fingertip in and out of her, going a little deeper
each time. In a minute I was in up to my second knuckle. I was going no
deeper because the tip of the invading digit came up against the taut
surface of her hymen. She had been leaning back against my chest, enjoying
the leisurely pace of her molestation. When my fingertip touched her
maidenhead she sat upright and looked down at where my finger vanished into
her body then twisted to look up at me. I smiled at her and kissed her nose
as I gently backed away from her cherry. I began to finger fuck her in
slow, shallow strokes. She was lubing now and my finger slid in and out
easier. I tried adding a second finger but she was still too tight for
that. Abruptly I pulled out of her completely and gently slid her off my
lap. She looked up at me quizzically. I simply smiled and kissed her
gently on the lips before sliding off the couch to kneel in front of her.
I
slid my hands up those smooth thighs till I was grasping her buttocks and
eased her forward till she was sitting on the edge of the cushion. I kissed
each of her pretty knees then began to kiss and tongue bath her thighs,
trying to miss nothing as I worked my way up. She was ticklish here and
began to fidget as I moved further up. I began to alternate feather light
licks with harder, deeper laps, pausing often to suck her soft flesh into
my mouth. When I passed the hemline of her skirt she began breathing hard
and wiggling more. She began to hunch at my face, trying to shove her bald
little prize into the path of my questing tongue. I smiled to myself and
deftly avoided her cunny even as I moved closer to it. When I gently drug
my tongue down the folds that separated her thighs from the soft, sensitive
flesh of her crotch I heard her gasp and a hand fell onto my head and was
soon trying to tug me. I relented and let her guide me. Her pelvis rotated
and then her twat rose to meet me even as her hand pulled down. I kissed
her little cunny then blew a zoober on it. The latter brought a shriek of
outrage but I silenced it by dragging my tongue up her hot little slot. She
tasted good, musky with just a hint of the oily, fishy taste that mature
women develop. She gasped and pulled at my hair when I forced the muscular
tip of my tongue inside her and licked the intact surface of her hymen.
I
gently set up a pussy eating rhythm that had my tongue lathing the outside
of her fat little twat then dipping inside for a half dozen shallow strokes
before pulling out to start anew. She began to tremble and her soft, plump
little thighs squeezed my head in time with my lapping tongue. I quested
upward for her clit but the hood was still enclosed by her plump outer lips
and she was too tight that high up for me to make much headway. She
enjoyed the effort though, from the way she pulled my hair I'd have bald
spots if she enjoyed it much more. I added gentle love bites on fat little
outer labia to my routine and she began to climb the walls. When I looked
up her head was thrown back and her mouth was hanging open. She was
breathing very rapidly. I dove in for the kill, picking up the pace, lick,
stab, stab, stab, lick bite. I let her keening little squeaks and the
squeezing of her thighs be my guide, modifying my assault to heighten her
reaction. It was a tactic that paid dividends. In less than five minutes
she was trying to crush my skull like a zit and pulling on my hair hard
enough to make sure it was a bald zit. I doubled my pace and in spare
seconds she tipped over into a shattering orgasm. I eagerly sucked out the
tiny amount of little girl cum she produced. It wasn't much but the taste
was ambrosia. When I had licked and sucked her dry I eased her back on the
couch and gave her plump, hairless pussy a kiss before pulling her little
skirt down over it. I then stood and went to the kitchen. When I returned
with two cold sodas she was just starting to come around. She looked at
me
vacantly at first then struggled up to accept the soda from my hand. She
drank half of it then settled back and closed her eyes. She passed into
the realm of sleep so quickly that I had to lunge for her glass. I found
a
blanket in a hall closet where she had carefully folded and stored it and
gently covered her then traipsed to the bathroom and jerked myself into the
sink. Relieved, I tucked myself into the recliner I had fucked Lucy over
the night before and slept myself. When I awoke it was nearly dusk.
Patricia stood by my chair. She had a thumb in her mouth and her skirt
pulled up over her waist. Her free hand was slowly rubbing her bald little
slot. She stared at me with an expectant look but said nothing. I smiled
and leaned over, grasping her around the waist with both hands. It was a
struggle but I lifted her and swung her over so her feet were on the chair
arms and her drooling little slit was in my face. I then dug in and ate
her to a shattering orgasm that left her a boneless, quivering lump of
pudgy flesh pooled in my lap. I fixed us a light supper of sandwiches with
soda for her and beer for myself. I then set up my old Nintendo and we
played games for an hour or so. Later I watched the news while she dozed
on her stomach before the TV. Her tiny skirt had ridden up, leaving most
of that plump, little-girl butt bare. The varying light from the TV played
on it in the darkened room, making it appear as perfect and white as
alabaster. I slid off the couch and crawled to her. I leaned down and
gently traced the curve of one bubble cheek with my nose. The flesh was
cool to the touch and slightly bumpy from goose bumps brought on by the
evening air. I kissed the opposite cheek, my arousal growing, then took
a
long slow lap across both with the flat of my tongue. This was good butt.
Patricia murmured but remained asleep as I lathed both of those plump
cheeks with saliva. When her fat little buns glistened I used my nose to
pry her cheeks apart then drug my snout the full length of it. Her smell
was not offensive, she was clean, it was instead a dank, musty smell with
a
metallic undertone. Her high cheeks were like silk on my lower face. I
zeroed on her anal pucker and poked at it with my nose. The opening was
tightly sealed and I made little progress by that method. I probed at it
with just the tip of my tongue. As I gently rimmed her she stirred a
little more. I wet her little bumhole down well then began to apply
pressure. Ever so slowly her muscles relaxed. She came awake with a jerk
as my tongue pushed into her ass. Disorientation held her for a second
then she craned her neck and looked back over her shoulder. "Ohhhhh,
Th-th-th that's n-n-nasty. Oh! You sh-sh-shouldn't do th-th-that." She
was silent a moment then, "D-d-d-don't s-s-st-stop. Oh that's n-n-nasty."
She dropped her head, pillowing it on her arms and slowly began to hump her
plump little butt at my ass-raping tongue. I reached between her legs and
began to diddle her fat little cunny while I dined on her butt. She really
began to get into it then, moaning and thrashing about. I shoved a finger
inside and began to gently stroke her cherry but withdrew after a moment.
She was moving about so much I feared she'd take her own virginity on my
finger! I sped up my multiple attacks and the child went berserk. I
finally had to pull my finger from her twat and sue both hands to hold her
butt still. I drove deep, drilling for oil in a series of tongue dives
that sent her screaming over the top. She went limp and I got up and went
to see if any of the neighbors had called the cops. When Lucy showed up me
and Pat were playing a game of Parcheesi on the floor. Patricia jumped and
ran to meet her mother, her bare little bottom doing marvelous things under
that ridiculous skirt. As Pat donned her raincoat I considered jumping
Lucy's bones again but a whack off session after eating her daughter's ass
and two beers since had left me with an empty gun. Lucy looked haggard
anyway, rough night at work I guess. I took my bike out for a bruising
trail bash the next morning. So bruising I ended up walking it back with
a
flat tire and a bent rim. I hadn't escaped without damage either and it
was after eleven before me and the bike limped onto Lucy and Patricia's
street. Mother and daughter were out front doing a bit of gardening. Both
were wearing painted on nylon shorts that left a bit of cheek exposed. An
elderly neighbor across the street was ogling them while pretending to
water his lawn. I wondered which one her was ogling the most. Pat jumped
up and ran down the walk to meet me. She pulled up short, "You broke your
bike." I reached out and tussled her hair, "Yes, I broke my bike." We
chatted as we walked to where Lucy stood smiling. "I wanted to give you a
dinner invite. Say about 6:30." Lucy smiled as Pat jumped up and down in
anticipation, "That sound good." I showered then loaded the injured bike
into the Justy. I could've taken just the rim but the chain was skipping
badly in several gears as well. I dropped the beast off at the bike shop
then headed for the local supermarket. One thing I was not was a cook.
Luckily the place had a pretty well equipped deli. I ended up dropping
seventy-five bucks for a roast with all the trimmings and two bottles of
wine. On impulse I picked up some candles at the register. On the way home
I spied a liquor store and popped in to pick up a bottle of Tequila. I
hoped I had some lemons. The remainder of the afternoon should have been
taken up by housecleaning but thanks to my sexy little maid there was
nothing to be cleaned. I tried to watch an old western but simply couldn't
generate much interest. I ended up surfing for porn till I heard heels on
the walk. I met them at the door and damn near fainted. Mother and
daughter were in identical white sheath dresses that came to the knees and
hugged like a second skin. A slit came to mid thigh on each. It was
obvious that neither wore anything beneath them. Lucy's nipples stood out
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