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   BabySit.txt
   Babysitting Megan
   There can be other rewards to babysitting than money, including the
young mother when she comes home.
   Mg MF MFg MFg+ Cons, Rom, Pett, Extr Pedo, Oral, Anal, Piv, 1st, Inc
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   Finally!  Friday afternoon and no more stupid school work.
   I was really looking forward to going out with the guys and trying to
find some cute babes to hook up with and maybe get lucky.
   There was this one girl, Julie, that had the looks of a goddess.  I
desperately tried time after time to get her to like me so she'd let me
touch her beautiful body, but to no avail.  Like all the other girls my
age, she wanted little to do with anyone that wasn't rich or built like a
medium-sized Army tank.
   Most likely, if I was even PARTIALLY successful at getting her to
acknowledge my presence, all I would get in response would be teasing
flirts, frustrated hardons and the typical rebuff.  It may have seemed
worthwhile at the time, but more often than not when Julie paid me any
attention at all, I felt empty and used by the time the glorious event had
ended.
   My way home on that particular Friday was like all the other days after
school, rushing to get to my room so I could call all my other friends on
the phone, confirm whose was the starting point for our meager attack and
begin the planning process so we could go to the mall or the pizza parlor.
No sooner was I home and pushed the front door closed than my Mom called
for me to come to the kitchen.
   "MARTY???"
   CRAP!  I recognized THAT tone of my mom's voice.
   "Yeaaahhhh?"
   "Mrs.  Miller down the street needs a favor."
   OH, CRAP!  Here it comes again.
   "She's going to work second shift tonight and tomorrow, and needs
someone to watch her baby girl.  I told her you wouldn't mind, since you
need some spending money for your music collection.  She also said that she
might need someone to look after her baby girl for a few months, until she
gets back on the day shift, so it sounds like a regular job for a while and
some consistent paychecks for you."
   "Mom, why didn't you ask me first?  You know I need to plan this stuff
ahead of time, since I have OTHER things I want to do."
   "Oh, yeah.  Like going out with your friends to just sit around at some
stupid pizza place or hang out at the mall and look for cute girls to talk
to.  That sounds REEEEEALLY productive.  You KNOW that babysitting is easy
money.  Why put up such a fuss?"
   In a way, she was right, I guess.  I called my buddies and told them I
would catch up with them later, making the horrible mistake of telling them
what it was my mom had just signed me up for.  They just laughed and said
they didn't mind waiting for Mister Mommy, the realization that anything
slightly controversial being mentioned to guys my age was tantamount to
admitting wearing little girls' panties.
   Sometimes I wondered why I hung around those guys because they could be
real jerks sometimes.  At least I was going to make some 'easy money' like
my mom said, my music collection about to be broadened by sitting in
someone else's house and waiting for their children to go to sleep in about
an hour or two.
   My Mom and I ate dinner, I grabbed my MP3 player, stuffed it in my gym
bag and rode my bike down to Mrs.  Miller's trailer, yet another place
where a tired, hardworking, underpaid and lonesome mother had to raise a
child on her own.  It was typical for our trailer park, lots of single moms
having to make due with a lot less than they had if there was a husband
around.
   They always liked me to take care of their kids since I came from a
similiar background, my attitude far more tolerant than any of the snobby
little bitches that lived down the street in nicer homes and prettier
neighborhoods.  I had been babysitting for a lot of the regular
neighborhood moms for about six years since I was about eleven, my mom's
story pretty much like all the other women in the area.  Most of the
mothers in our neighborhood knew each other, always sharing who could be
trusted to take care of their children.  I was among a select few that got
a lot of work, mostly because my hourly rates were low and I acted so grown
up.
   That wasn't real hard to do since my Dad bugged out and left me and Mom
by ourselves when I was only seven.  I had to grow up pretty fast without
him around, one of those real-life requirements being thrust upon my young
shoulders or I'd have been stuffed in a locker at school by the time I was
eight.
   As I sat down with Mrs.  Miller, she gave me the usual instructions,
bottle, diapers, telephone numbers and anything I wanted to eat or drink in
the fridge.  While we were talking, I thought something seemed a little
strange about the way that Mrs.  Miller looked at and held her baby girl
Megan.  There was a familiarity between them that seemed more than
maternal.
   Oh sure, most mothers adored their children immensely and brooded over
them like a 'mother hen', caressing them constantly and watching everthing
that they did.  Mrs.  Miller's actions seemed MORE than the typical loving
motherly love, however.  I wrote it off as nothing more than a new mother
completely infatuated with her baby girl and tried to pay attention to
everything she was telling me about her trailer house.
   It wasn't really going to be that bad to take this babysitting job,
since I could play my music as loud as I wanted to inside my headphones, as
long as Megan was okay.  She did warn me about one thing that made me
wonder if that was a good idea after all, because Megan cried a lot, and
Mrs.  Miller didn't say why.  The only time she DIDN'T cry was when she was
being held or played with.
   Great!  Now I had to hold her all night just to shut her up, or at least
until she fell asleep and I could lay her down in her crib.  This was going
to be a LONG fucking night.
   Mrs.  Miller gingerly placed Megan in my arms and hurried out the door,
driving in a mad rush down the street to her place of employment . . . 
late, as usual.
   Within twenty minutes, I could tell Megan already needed to be cleaned
up and changed since the acrid stink of baby turds filled the room.  Even
though I had been taking care of little boys and girls for a few years, I
always disliked having to clean up baby shit.
   Sometimes it was the smell and then other times it was the disgusting
appearance of sticky brown goo plastered all over the underside and between
the legs of the little offending contributor.  I wasn't looking forward to
my first cleanup duty for the night, but knew I had to do it soon or the
little stink bug would get irritated between her legs and butt cheeks. 
Then I'd have to put a bunch of cream and powder between her legs until she
did it again.
   "Well, let's get this over with Megan.  MERCY!  You can really fill your
diaper with some stinky shit, little girl."
   She just looked at me and giggled.  She had no idea what I was saying
but seemed happy as long as I smiled and talked softly.  She seemed to be
fascinated with everything that I said, watching me closely and paying
particular attention to everthing I did with my hands.  It was as if she
was trying to get me to do something but since she couldn't speak, she
wasn't able to share what she had on her tiny mind.
   I had never taken care of Megan before since Mrs.  Miller was fairly new
at the trailer park.  Mom had visited with her a couple of times in the
last few weeks and they seemed to get along pretty well.  I guess that's
why she thought I would be a good candidate for babysitting duty.
   I carried the smelly little thing to the bathroom in my outstretched
arms, hoping to avoid getting any of her smelly crap on me.  Although I was
totally repulsed by the odor coming from inside her diaper, I thought that
Megan was actually really very cute, all round and chubby, soft and pink.
   When I lay her down on the countertop next to the sink, I kept talking
to her softly as I pulled her top up so it wouldn't ALSO get dirty and then
undid her bright white diaper.  At least it was still bright white on the
OUTSIDE!  I had a good idea what it would look like on the inside and tried
not to focus too much on what I'd see in little over ten seconds.
   After I peeled the tapes off which held the front of her diaper closed,
I pulled the material forward and exposed her crap coated body to the
bathroom light, quickly followed by the sickening stench of her most recent
elimination.  My first instinct was to puke all over her, but I was able to
keep my dinner down and pulled the soiled basket of crap away from her body
as I held her by her feet, pulling her legs into the air as the remainder
of the diaper fell into the sink.
   I set her bum back down on the counter, let her legs go and picked up
the filth ridden technological marvel of modern man which was quickly
stuffed into a new disposal bag and tied tightly shut, hoping to avoid
having to smell it EVER again.  Just as soon as I let Megan's feet go, she
started crying.
   Just as Mrs.  Miller had told me, Megan didn't like to be out of my arms
or not be able to feel my hands or fingers on her body.  It didn't take
very long to dispose of her newest creation, but thirty seconds to the baby
girl must have seemed like an eternity.
   As soon as my hand came into contact with her once again, she stopped
wailing immediately, as if I had flipped a light switch or turned off a
disgustingly loud radio station that carried a combination of bible
thumping preachers and banjo plucking morons.  I slowly wiped her off, her
fat little legs flailing about as I tried to clean her up.  The sink was
proving to be too small and I had to figure out how I was going to clean
her up without getting anything on me or the ceiling in the process.
   "This isn't going to work, you little stinker.  You're just not going to
sit still long enough for me to do a good job."
   She just giggled and cooed at me as I talked to her.  That's when I
realized I could put her in the tub and hose her down with warm water.  It
would be faster and easier and I wouldn't have to get my hands all dirty
with her crap.
   I took the rest of her clothes off and put her in the tub, Megan as
happy as a pig in shit after I lay her down.  Moments after she was resting
horizontally, she grabbed her little feet, her butt sticking out so far she
looked like she was trying to crack one off toward the shower head.  I
started to laugh which started her laughing and we kept going back and
forth for about two minutes.  She really had a good sense of humor for a
baby after all.
   After getting the water to the right temperature, I rinsed her off with
the shower head wand, the hose reaching all the way to the floor of the
tub. She was sure enjoying her bath since she kept giggling and making
bubbles with her spit.  I didn't mind washing her butt after a while
because it seemed so soft and fun to rub and touch.
   I applied a liberal amount of soap to her bum and proceeded to clean her
up, rinsing all the foul contents down the drain to be quickly forgotten.
That's when I realized why little girls had been born with a hymen, a
maidenhead, their virginity.  It was to keep their uterus from getting
dirty since their crap seemed to go into every small crease and crevice
between their legs.  I know how far it seemed to go, because I had to go
rooting around between her tight little pussy lips to make sure she was
clean inside AND out.
   Being a believer in evolution, it seemed natural for baby girls that had
hymens to live longer than ones that didn't, since an internal infection
would certainly kill a baby girl if she wasn't kept absolutely clean.  Once
they learned how to go poo by themselves, they would have learned how to
keep themselves clean and reduce the likelihood that they might get sick
from having crap between their legs and up inside their reproductive
organs.
   It was when I was washing her plump bum that I found myself taking
longer than I usually would, my hands and fingers working into every fold
and crease between her legs.  I even got brave enough to push my index
finger into her ass, something that I had NEVER done before.  I cleaned her
quite well and rinsed her soap free, staring between her legs and thinking
about doing the same thing to my highschool dreamgirl, Julie.
   My dick tried to push it's way through the front of my jeans which sort
of shocked me, since I had never gotten a woody cleaning up any of the
other baby girls I had taken care of before.  But this was different. 
Megan was different.  I liked to look at and touch her little chubby body a
lot more than I had expected.
   She didn't seem to know what I was doing and nobody was around to tell
me to stop, so I just kept exploring her little body with my fingers and
eyes.  I must have hit the right nerve because she peed right in front of
me into the tub.  No problem, since I just washed it down the drain with
all the other stuff I cleaned off of her.
   I found myself exploring her tight slit intently as I looked for the
hole where her pee had come from.  I stuck my fingers between her fat
little pussy lips again and wiggled them around, trying to find her vagina.
She seemed to take great pleasure in how interested I was in her honey box
and she stopped cooing and babbling and just stared at me with a little
smile on her face.
   I think I got carried away with my new playmate because her skin was
starting to get a little wrinkly.
   "I guess I better stop for a while and dry you off, stink bug."
   I picked her up and dried her off on the countertop next to the bathtub.
I was really surprised at how much she really liked for me to touch her. 
When I let her go, turned around and started looking for her clean diapers
behind me, she started to cry and I quickly turned around to see what might
be wrong.  She didn't stop crying until I put my hand on her naked tummy
and started rubbing it back and forth.  She instantly went from a crumpled
up ball of crying baby to a giggling and cooing little sex slut, hungry for
my fingers and hands.
   This was unbelievable!  Here was a little eighteen month old baby girl
begging for me to keep my hands all over her chubby little body.  Of
course, I was NOT going to let her cry, so I just kept touching and
tickling her all over.
   After I got her diaper on, I wrapped her in a fuzzy blanket that was in
her crib and carried her to the livingroom and plopped down on the couch. I
held her in my arms while I sat and watched some TV trying to come to grips
with what happened in the bathroom.  I really didn't know what was on the
TV because my attention was constantly being drawn toward Megan.  I
couldn't keep my eyes off of her.
   While she was leaning against my left arm, I tickled and touched her
legs all over, from her tiny little feet to her now diaper covered pussy.
Then I started to rub her little titties, her little pink nipples sticking
way out.  I was starting to get more bold and held her chest up to my face,
pushing her tiny titties right into my mouth.  They were so soft and she
was so easy to play with, not like the girls from school.
   The girls MY age would tease and tempt me all day long, but they would
NEVER let me touch them like this.  Only a few times was I able to touch
another girl's tit and I had to work all night long and spend a bunch of
money to get it.  Other than my out-of-town cousins and me playing doctor,
I never really got a chance to see girls without clothes on.
   Here I was, actually getting paid to do this and I knew then that I had
just found my chosen profession after all.
   As the evening went on, I kept getting more and more curious and wanted
to try more stuff with Megan.  She never cried.  She just let me do
whatever I wanted to, giggling or babbling the whole time.  At first I
thought it was just because she was so young.  She just didn't know what I
was doing so she would permit me to do anything as long as I didn't hurt
her.
   But as soon as I stopped touching or kissing her body, she got real
irritated and started to cry again.  The instant I put my hands back on her
body, she stopped crying and immediately turned into this little love bug.
   I kept testing my theory over and over, wanting to be absolutely sure my
assumptions were right.  Just as my science teacher taught us, I needed to
repeat the experiment using different variables and observing the results
before I made any conclusions.  My conclusion was that this little slut
wanted ME to be her Sex Daddy.
   To be absolutely sure I was right, I conducted my next few experiments.
   The first experiment was to see just how long she would cry before she
got tired and stopped if I kept my hands off of her.  I let her wail for
about ten minutes before I couldn't take it anymore.  Man, could she cry!
She must really like to be held and touched.
   My next experiment was to see if she would crawl toward my hands if I
tickled her titties and backed off about two feet.  I put her on the floor
on her tummy and shoved my hands under her chest and started to rub and
tickle her little baby-fat breasts.  I started by cupping and fondling them
with my fingertips, working them around until I was gently rolling her
increasingly firm tiny nipples between my fingers and thumbs.
   She lay in front of me with her chubby fingers crammed into her mouth
and babbling away nonsensically.  I tried everything I could think of to
play with her baby soft boobies, massaging them, rubbing them, tugging on
them softly to see how much flesh was actually on this little baby.  She
didn't care WHAT I DID, as long as I kept up the tactile barrage.
   As soon as I stopped playing with her breasts, I pulled my hands away
from her and put them in front of her face about two feet away, wiggling my
fingers at her.  She acted just like a little fleshy magnet, stopping only
when her titties were right on top of my hands.  PERFECT!
   I think I could have FUN conducting sex experiments with babies, since I
was starting to develop all kinds of ways of proving my assumptions and
establishing sound, scientifically valid conclusions as each variable was
tested.
   My next experiment required a little more baby flesh exposed so I
removed her diaper, making sure her little butt was still clean and sat her
up about three feet in front of me.  At first, all she wanted to do was to
crawl straight back into my lap, until I started to kiss her mouth, her
titties and tickled her cunny with my finger tips.
   She tasted so good that I kept kissing her over and over, getting
carried away with her lips and body, practicing my kissing technique with
her silken mouth.  It got so easy to learn how to kiss a girl with Megan,
that I imagined I was kissing Julie instead, munching on HER lips and
slipping my tongue into HER mouth, Megan the happy recipient of all my
lingual abuse.
   After the conclusion of each kiss, she'd look straight into my eyes and
pucker her lips again, reaching for my face as if to invite further
mouth-to-mouth contact.  She was the most encouraging little girl I had
ever kissed before, although, there were VERY few of the children I'd
babysat where I'd been able to kiss them like this.  In fact, Megan was the
first little girl that I had EVER kissed like this.
   I was enjoying learning how to improve my kissing technique so much,
that I lifted her from the floor, carried her naked to the couch with me,
lay her into the crook of my left arm and resumed my education in
lip-to-lip contact.  She just lay there and let me keep munching on her
tiny mouth, allowing me to suck each of her lips into my mouth and then
gently nibble on it, letting it return with a quiet 'POP'.
   When I noticed my hand between her chubby thighs and starting to push
inward, I got a little embarrassed and stopped, unsure if she would notice
how much I wanted to play with her naked baby-cunny.  After thinking about
it for a little while, I realized that nobody would find out if I didn't
hurt her, but I still thought it would be a good idea to return her to the
floor and continue the experiments so I could be certain of just how much
she'd permit.  She never took any of my actions as unpleasurable, no matter
how perverse or naughty I was.  She really was getting to like what I was
doing as much as I was.  Back to the experiment!
   When I was finally able to keep her attention long enough to start the
next experiment, I spread her legs apart and tickled her cunny for a long
time just using my fingers, my face bright red from a deep blush that I
couldn't get rid of.  She just sat there and stuck her fingers in her mouth
and chewed on them over and over.  Then I started the next step in the
experiment and moved my hands straight back into my lap, still wiggling my
fingers wildly.
   She wasn't sure what to do at first but after about four or five
seconds, she crawled straight toward my hands and tried to sit on them,
pushing her cunny right into my wiggling digits.  I repeated the experiment
three more times, varying the location of my hands as I removed them from
her pussy.  She hit the mark 100% of the time.  Good Girl!
   During the last portion of this experiment, I allowed her to sit on my
hands for quite a while as I rubbed and fondled her vulva, shoving my
fingers back and forth along the wonderfully soft slit between her legs. 
It was so easy to tickle and finger her pussy that I longed for Julie to
permit all this tactile abuse, so I could convince HER to let me stuff my
aching woody deep inside her tender body.
   My next experiment was a lot more scary, since it involved my tickling
her cunny with my tongue and I wasn't absolutely sure she wouldn't dump all
over my tastebuds with her smelly crap.  I took her still naked into the
bathroom and wanted to be absolutely sure she was cleaned out before we
started.  I put her in the tub, started the water again and began to ream
out her butt hole with my finger a little at a time.  When I got two
segments of my finger in her ass, I could tell she was starting to pinch
off another load, so I removed and cleaned my finger and let her dump to
her hearts content.
   It was the first time I had ever seen anyone take a shit and it was a
little interesting, but very smelly.  Once the task was complete, I washed
the evidence down the drain, washed her bum with the soap that I had used
before, rinsed her off REAL good and dried her completely.
   And now to the sex laboratory . . .
   I carried her back into the livingroom and put her back in the center of
the room on the floor where she was before I cleaned her up.  I think she
was beginning to get the idea that I had more experiments to perform, since
she sat there with a smile and a finger or two in her mouth.  Before I
started the experiment in earnest, I spread her legs apart again and
diddled her cunny for a couple of minutes, just to make absolutely sure I
got her attention.  Well, not exactly the ONLY reason, but I DID get her
attention!  I wish it was this easy with high school girls!
   I ran the tips of my fingers up and down the length of her tiny little
cunt, pushing them between her tightly closed labia and inside the front
part of her vagina.  She truly enjoyed all of my attention to her pussy as
she smiled, cooed, spread her legs even more and looked down at my hand as
I fingered and tickled her cunny, over and over.  The softness of her pussy
lips intrigued me and I just kept touching and playing with her smooth
little cunt lips as much as I wanted.  She never prevented me from doing
anything I desired and permitted every nasty fondle and caress for a long
time.  I finally got back to my experiments.
   I lay down in front of her with my chest on the floor and my tongue
sticking out real far so she could see it and waited to see what she was
going to do.  She looked at me with a confused look on her face, so I
altered the experiment slightly and logged the change in the variables.  I
scooted forward until my face was buried between her legs and started to
diddle her cunny with my tongue.  At first she started to giggle and
squeal, wiggling around and trying to push my face away from between her
chubby legs.  She soon settled down and enjoyed the latest test in her
learning ability and memory skills, holding the back of my head with both
little hands and as much of her chubby thighs as would reach around my hard
head.
   After about a minute of her tongue lashing, I scooted back where I
started, kept my tongue sticking out as far as I could, wiggled it up and
down at her and waited.  This time there was no delay as she started to
immediately crawl over to my face and tried to figure out how to push her
pud against my mouth.
   She was starting to get a little frustrated because she couldn't figure
out how to wiggle her butt toward me close enough so my tongue could touch
her cunny, so I helped by sitting her down in front of me, spreading her
legs as wide as I could and then wiggled her bum until her pud was again in
contact with my tastebuds.  It was only then that her smile returned and
her attitude changed.
   I stopped her gentle torture and moved her back to where she sat at the
beginning of the experiment and repeated it as before.  This time I didn't
help her at all and she was able to work her hips forward far enough until
my tongue landed perfectly against her baby flesh.  I repeated this two
more times with my little Pavlovian baby improving her aim every time.
   As her reward, I just kept tongue tickling her for the next fifteen or
twenty minutes.  She must have really loved it, because she never once
moved.  The only thing I noticed was her humming, which got louder and more
consistent as time went by.
   By the time this experiment was over, my tongue was buried deep between
her soft labia, where my fingers had been a few minutes before.  Her skin
wasn't dirty or smelly, since I cleaned her up pretty well, so I let my
pink pickle press and wiggle all over her pussy and between her labia until
I knew I could feel my neck starting to hurt and I had to get up.  As soon
as I stopped diddling her, she started crying and threw her arms up at me.
   She was starting to become a little whore and just couldn't get enough
pussy torture, so I picked her up and started rubbing her slit with my
fingers.  We sat back down on her Mommy's couch and I lay her back on my
legs as I rested my feet on the coffee table in front of me.  I pulled her
butt toward me until it was on top of my stomach and then spread her legs
apart and lay them on each side of my waist.
   I just sat there for a while, looking at her little pussy, sticking my
fingers in her slit and rubbing up and down until I could feel her starting
to ooze a little pussy juice.  I ran my fingers through her liquid over and
over and then tried to find her clit.  It didn't take long and I started to
rub it up and down, back and forth, side to side, pushing a little harder
as I kept up the attack.
   At first I didn't notice it, but Megan got REAL quiet and didn't move. I
started to get scared and stopped, hoping that I hadn't given her a heart
attack or something.  To my relief, she looked down at me and was just
about to cry when I put my finger back and started all over again.  She lay
her head back down on my legs and I went back to work on her clit.
   I must have diddled her clit for an hour continuously.  She never moved
and I thoroughly enjoyed my adventures in 'PussyLand'.  When I looked up at
the clock, it was almost time for her mother to come home, so I picked her
up, sat her little wet pussy against my bare chest and looked into her eyes
as I told her all our fun had to come to an end.
   "Babydoll, your Mommy is going to be home soon and we need to stop.  I
promise that I'll come back tomorrow and do this all over again, if you
promise not to cry and go to sleep when I put you in your bed."
   I actually think she understood what I said, because she leaned forward,
kissed me on the lips and hugged me for about two minutes.  While she was
hugging my neck, I ran my fingers along the crack of her butt and started
exploring her cheeks back and forth.  She kept babbling in my ear as I
fingered her butt hole, so I couldn't resist and pushed a little further
and began diddling her vulva all over again.  I kept playing with her
pussy, until I realized that I was getting carried away.
   Once she let go of my neck, I picked her up and carried her to the
bathroom so I could put her diaper back on.  Before I covered her back up,
I ran my fingers along that gorgeous little slit until I wanted to start
all over again.  'No more tonight!', I thought to myself.  Tomorrow I would
be able to do it all over again.
   I put her diaper and top back on and took her to her crib.  At first she
didn't want me to leave and cried, so I picked her up and took her to her
Mommy's bed, lay down and put her on my chest.  I figured that I would lay
there long enough for her to fall asleep and then I would put her in her
crib and get something to eat.
   The next thing I knew, I felt a hand running up and down my dick between
Megan's feet.  I thought I was dreaming and didn't move.  Then I realized
that it wasn't a dream, since I could feel a shaking hand squeezing my rod
real hard.  It was Mrs.  Miller!  She kept rubbing and squeezing my stiff
woody until I started to move.  She jumped back and must not have realized
she was squeezing so hard.
   "Hi, Mrs.  Miller.  Was I asleep?"
   "Hi, Marty.  Did you have any problems with Megan tonight?"
   "Not at all!  All she needs is someone to hold and squeeze her and she's
as happy as a little clam.  Once I figured that out, she was a little angel
in my arms.  I guess I better get going so you can go to bed."
   "Don't leave just yet.  I'd really appreciate it if you would wait until
I was ready to get into bed before you went home.  I really don't like to
be alone when I go to bed.  Would you be willing to wait just a few minutes
until I'm ready?"
   "Sure, okay!"
   Megan was fast asleep on my chest while Mrs.  Miller went to her
bathroom and hurriedly tried to get ready for bed.  I'm not sure if she
realized that I could see everything that she was doing, because she took
all her clothes off and put a loose fitting nightgown on before she turned
off the light.  She must have thought I closed my eyes or something,
because she didn't even try to hide her butt or her tits as she was
undressing.  She walked straight to the bed and climbed on next to me.
   "Can I put Megan in her crib now?" she asked.
   "Oh, I'm sorry!  I better go."
   I put Megan in her arms and got up.
   "Marty!  Please wait just a couple of minutes, okay?"
   "Sure, I . . .  guess I could."
   I was getting nervous.  I had never been with a real woman before and I
wasn't sure what she wanted me to do.  My brain was telling me to leave but
my woody was telling me to stay.  Maybe she would start rubbing my dick
again if I was real lucky.  She came back into the room and apparently was
expecting me to still be in her bed.
   "Come over here Marty, please."
   I was going to do whatever she wanted me to, I could tell.
   "You don't have to go home right away, do you?"
   "Well . . .  I don't think so.  I never did tell my Mom what time I
would be home."
   "I really need you to stay with me for a few minutes, because I'm really
tired of being alone when I go to sleep.  I haven't had a man hold me in
his arms for a long time."
   She must be pretty desperate for a man if she thinks I'm one.  I'm not
even eighteen yet!  I didn't mind.  It was probably more than any of my
buddies had gotten tonight anyway.
   I gingerly lay down next to her and she immediately wrapped her arms
around me.
   "Take your pants off, silly.  Would you like me to help?"
   "I guess so."
   "Marty, please don't be afraid.  I promise nobody will find out."
   She took my pants and underwear off and without any warning wrapped her
lips around my upturned dick.  She knew exactly what I had been needing for
weeks and stroked me better than I had EVER stroked myself.  It didn't take
long before she worked me into a frenzy and I shot my juice with full force
right into her mouth.  She swallowed every drop and cleaned me up like a
vacuum cleaner.
   "Would you like to see how nice that feels in HERE?"
   Even though I couldn't see where she was pointing, I knew exactly what
she meant.
   "Oh, YEAH!"
   I moved closer to her and she jumped up on top of me and pushed my woody
inside her as if it was supposed to be there all night.  It felt wonderful
as she rocked her hips back and forth, pushing me deeper and deeper into
her cunt.
   "Can I play with your titties?"
   "Um-hmmmm."
   "Would you get mad if I asked you to take off your nightgown?"
   In one quick swish, her nightgown was off and across the bedroom.  She
never missed a stroke.  This was the first time I had ever been inside a
woman and it was like a dream.  I could feel her pussy squeezing and
pulling my rod as she thrust up and down.  I don't know how long she kept
it up, but I wasn't going anywhere anyway.  I just lay there, playing with
her plump titties and having all of my teenaged dreams fulfilled.
   I could feel her starting to shake and jerk around as she started having
an orgasm.  If this is what it's supposed to be like, then I'm going to
practice like Hell so I can get real good at giving them away like
political promises.
   After she came back down to Earth and lay on my chest, she whispered
into my ear.
   "I want you to come babysit my Megan as often as you can and I'll give
you your reward every night that you do.  I can't afford to pay you a lot
of money but I can give you more pussy than you can stand.  Would you like
that?"
   "I'll be back tomorrow night, Mrs.  Miller and every night for the rest
of the week if you like."
   "You are such a sweet young man, Marty."
   She then kissed me like I've never been kissed before.  Fortunately, all
the practice with her baby daughter was coming in handy.  With my mouth
occupied, I shoved my dick inside her a few more times before she let me
get up and got cleaned up in her bathroom.  I know it sounds weird, but I
swear I could see her glowing in the dark.
   While I cleaned my slick pecker up and then got dressed, she just lay
there and played with herself, rubbing her clit over and over and over so
much I was tempted to get back into bed with her.  I stood next to her bed
just before I left and ran my fingers all over her pussy, rubbing her clit
and pushing my fingers into her vagina.  She grabbed my hand and pulled it
back inside her pussy and started using my hand like a dildo, pumping
herself in and out.
   After she had another orgasm, she finally let me go.  I leaned down and
kissed her on the lips and said goodnight.
   "Thank you Sweetie!"
   I walked out of her bedroom and toward the front door, turned the
locking knob on the door handle and then shut it behind me.  As I got on my
bike, I realized that I had left my stuff in the livingroom.  'I'll be back
tomorrow.' I thought to myself as I rode home.
   This had to be the best night of my life, since I got to learn how to
kiss better than any teenaged girl would let me, then train a little baby
girl how to want her pussy tickled and licked and THEN got to fuck her
mother as my reward for teaching her.
   Saturday noon I finally woke up.  Mom had made me lunch and left it in
the fridge.  'Thanks Mom' I thought to myself.
   Just as I was going to sit down to eat the phone rang.
   "Hello?"
   "Marty?"
   "Yeah?"
   "It's Julie from science class.  I was . . .  WE were wondering if you'd
like to meet us at the movies tonight.  Can you go?"
   "No thanks, Julie.  I already have plans for tonight."
   Without thinking, I just turned down the prettiest girl in my science
class, the same girl that I had wanted to learn how to kiss for the last
two years.  I didn't even worry about it, since I knew what I had to look
forward to later on.
   "Well, where ARE you going, Marty?"
   "I have to take care of one of my neighbor's little babies while she's
at work."
   "Why can't you just get one of the neighborhood little GIRLS to babysit
for you?  Don't you want to go out with me . . .  I mean US?"
   "I know this might sound strange to you, Julie, but I've accepted some
responsibilities that I just can't ignore.  I've made a commitment and I'm
not going to break it.  I know you probably don't understand that yet. 
Maybe you will sometime later, when you're more grown up."
   Without realizing it, I just insulted a fox that I had wanted to touch
and kiss all year long.  No matter!
   "Well . . .  thanks for being honest with me, Marty.  Maybe I can call
you later, okay."
   "Sure.  That's fine.  Bye Julie."
   "Bye Marty."
   I just brushed off the hottest babe in class, but she's nothing compared
to my two sex monsters that I'll be seeing later tonight.
   Then the phone rang again.  Crap, what is this, Grand Central Terminal?
   "Hello?"
   "Marty?"
   "Yes?"
   "It's Mrs.  Miller, Marty."
   'My sex goddess!'
   "Hi!  What can I do for YOU?"
   "Are you still coming over later to take care of Megan?"
   "Sure, is it still a date . . .  I mean . . .  do you still want me to
come over and babysit?  I've been thinking of my reward ever since I got
up."
   "Ooooooo.  Of course I do.  What time can you come over?  Would you mind
coming over a little early?  I'd like to thank you again for taking care of
my baby girl."
   "I can come over any time you want me to.  You just name the time."
   "Then . . .  how about six?  I don't have to leave the house until
around seven thirty."
   "I'll be there with a smile and a hug.  See you at six?"
   "Six it is!  I'm looking forward to thanking you again, Marty."
   "Me too.  Bye!"
   "Bye, Sweetie." (click)
   My woody was already hard as a two by four piece of lumber.  I was
really looking forward to taking care of Megan, over and over and over. 
And then getting my reward from her mother, over and over and over.  Damn!
This was turning out to be quite a weekend and it was only Saturday
afternoon.
   After Mrs.  Miller fucked my brains out, she went to the bathroom and
started to get cleaned up, letting me watch her do her hair and put her
makeup on as she stood there without any clothes on.  After a few subtle
invitations, I got up off her bed and walked up behind her and started to
touch and play with her butt as she leaned over the bathroom counter and
finished her eyeliner and lipstick.  She never stopped me from doing
anything I wanted to her while she continued to get prettier by the minute.
I even pushed my hands between her legs and started to rub her pussy until
it got really juicy.
   I knew I was having a positive effect on her as she started spreading
her legs and let me have even more unrestricted access to her pussy from
behind.  I had heard from some of the braggards at school that even OLDER
women liked to have their pussies licked, so I got real brave, closed my
eyes and shoved my face between her legs.  When my lips came into contact
with her smooth pussy lips, she pushed back against me and let out a soft
moan.  I knew that she must really like what I was doing, so I went the
final mile and stuck my tongue out and started to lick her back and forth.
   She smelled and tasted nice and clean after her bath and I didn't gag or
get all grossed out from what I thought it might smell like.  That's when I
just relaxed and focused on the task at hand.  I wrapped my hands around
the front of her thighs and gently pulled backward, Mrs.  Miller following
each of my wordless commands without delay.  She even worked her way
further backward and bent completely over, tugging on the back of my head
as I tongued her from behind and underneath.
   She was so worked up that I was convinced she'd ask me, no BEG me to
fuck her one more time before leaving.  That's when I felt her have another
orgasm, thrusting backward into my mouth and trying to stifle her cries. 
It took her a minute to collect herself, but once she was able to think
clearly, she pushed my face away from her pussy and stood up.
   "You better STOP that young man, or I won't want to go to work.  You
wouldn't want me to fuck you for the rest of the evening and all night
long, would you?"
   "HELL YES!"
   "Well then, after I get home, I'll let you do whatever you want to with
me for as long as you want and then it's MY turn, okay?"
   "Anything you say, Mrs.  Miller."
   "Well then, until I finish putting my makeup on, you can touch and
finger my pussy as much as you like.  Just don't start licking me, or I'll
turn around and make you keep doing it for another hour or two.  Would you
be satisfied to only keep touching me?"
   "ABSOLUTELY!"
   I fondled and molested her pussy for the rest of the time she was
getting ready.  I even followed her to her closet and as she put her dress
on, feeling her up the whole time.  She never stopped me from doing
whatever I wanted to and I was thoroughly worked up and in a sexual frenzy.
I started to push her forward so I could enter her from behind and get a
'quickie', but she resisted, put her panties on, turned around and knelt
down in front of me, shoving her mouth right over my dick and gave me
another wonderful blowjob.  This one wasn't as long, since she had to leave
real soon, but it was worth every second.
   "I'm sorry we can't have sex right now, but I need to be clean inside
and not smell like I just greeted the entire crew of an aircraft carrier
that just got into port.  I hope you're not mad at me for not letting you
have sex with me right now, but I'll make it up to you later on tonight."
   She finished getting ready and went to work.  I almost didn't have
enough energy to play with my new LITTLE sex kitten, but I found some. 
When Megan woke up from her nap, she called to me in her little baby voice,
trying not to sound like she was crying.  She was laying in her crib, her
chest uncovered, holding onto her favorite pink blanket.
   She dropped her 'blankey' and reached for my face with her outstretched
arms as soon as she saw me.  I picked up her precious little body and
immediately buried my face in her tiny titties, sucking on one, then the
other and then back.  She started giggling and writhing like a little
fleshy snake as I went back and forth across her chest.
   I stopped, carried her into her Mommy's bedroom and sat on the bed that
I had just used to fuck her mother on before she got cleaned up.
   "Tickle?" was my little sex toy's soft request as I sat her down onto my
lap.
   "You want me to tickle your pussy some more my little baby whore?"
   I know she didn't understand the words, but she seemed to know what I
wanted as she tried to pull her own diaper off.
   "Okay, let's go get you nice and clean, okay?"
   She nodded since she understood these words or ones just like them,
having heard them from her Mommy almost everyday.
   When I put her naked body in the tub, she immediately spread her chubby
legs and started to rub her clit with her index fingers.  It was an
absolutely erotic sight!  She just lay there diddling herself and smiling
up at me.  I wanted to move her hands and take over for her, but she was
having such a good time that I just looked at her, watching as she
masturbated herself for what I thought was her first time right in front of
me.
   As she kept going and going and going (pink rabbit), I slid my index
finger into her baby vagina and wiggled it around, trying to push it in as
far as I could.  If I couldn't fuck her with my dick, then my finger would
have to do.  Once she had generated enough pussy juice to lubricate my
finger completely, I started pushing it in and out of her tiny little honey
box.  She really was enjoying my next sex lesson as she made a little "O"
with her mouth as she twiddled her clit back and forth.  She was getting
quite good at it and had learned where to press to get the maximum sensual
effect and took each of my finger fucking thrusts without so much as a
whimper.
   We kept this up for about ten minutes, until I realized that she wasn't
going to dump on the bed.
   "Can I take you to bed and finger fuck you, my little sex slut?"
   She reluctantly removed her fingers from her cunny and reached for my
neck again.  This time, I intercepted her fingers with my mouth and started
sucking on the ones that had been directly in contact with her clit.  She
must have thought this was neat as she smiled at me and never moved her
hands.  I eventually stopped sucking on her digits and picked her up to her
feet.
   "Do you need to pee or go stinky, Babydoll?"
   Her face lost it's glow, and she looked down between her legs, as if she
were looking for something.
   "If you need to go, then go ahead Babydoll."
   She looked as if she was going to cry, so I picked her up and set her on
the edge of the commode seat, her butt just far enough inside to provide a
clear path for anything ready to leave her delicious little body.  She
seemed to understand what this was for and her expression changed very
dramatically.  Her legs opened and she looked between them in anxious
anticipation of what was to come.
   She looked back into my eyes with a look that I can't describe, so I
felt compelled to assist in any way I could.  I licked my middle finger and
pushed my hand between her legs, inserting my wet middle finger in her
asshole.  After moving it in and out a few times, her body got the message
and I could feel the warmth of her shit just as it was starting to push
toward it's doom.
   I used some tissue paper to clean my dirty digit and tossed it into the
commode as I heard the distinct and unmistakable sound of her piss hitting
the water.  She looked shocked!
   'Is this what it was like to get rid of that stuff and not get all dirty
in the process?' I imagined her asking herself.
   After she had pinched off a real stinky one, I collected some more
tissue and attacked her butt hole with it, trying to remove as much of the
foul material as I could.  Then I got a little more and wiped her cunny
dry.
   "All done!  You did great Babydoll!  Now, let's finish cleaning you so I
can get my rocks off diddling with your pussy."
   "PUSSY!" came out of her mouth in the same tone as I had presented it to
her.
   "Megan!  You're learning some new words!  Okay, try this: Lick Me."
   "Lihh Me."
   "Very good!  We'll try some more later, okay?"
   "Okay."
   She was really going to be fun to teach.  I just hoped I didn't get into
too much trouble in the process if she used some of her new vocabulary in
front of her mother.
   I got her nice and clean with some soap and a little warm water, dried
her off and picked her up.
   "Tickle!" she said again as I finished drying her legs.
   "Okay, now we get to go tickle, Babydoll."
   Her face lit up like Times Square in New York City as I carried her to
her mother's bed.
   When I lay her down on the bed, she again threw her legs open and
started to diddle her clit on her own.  I joined in by running my fingers
across her slit from her clit to her pursed asshole over and over and then
leaned over her chest and started sucking on her nipples.  We kept this up
for over an hour until my fingers started getting tired.  I could only
imagine how hers felt.
   Feeling total uninhibited, I undid my jeans and took them and my shorts
off.  Nobody would ever find out what I was up to, so I did whatever my
dirty little mind wanted to.  I then lay down on my back and pulled her to
my hip, letting her touch my now fully extended penis.  She seemed to think
it was a really neat playtoy, as she stroked it, pulled the skin around the
rim of the head, poked at the precum starting to ooze out of it and stuck
her finger in her mouth to taste it.  She didn't make an expression of
dissatisfaction which surprised me.  I would have thought that a baby this
young would have been revolted by her first taste of my manhood.
   She left her finger in her mouth for a minute, being certain to sample
it completely and looked back at me as if to ask if it was okay to try that
again.
   "Go ahead, Babydoll.  It's okay.  Do it again."
   She reached to the tip and tried to gather as much as she could on the
tip of her tiny finger and then replaced her finger in her mouth, sucking
it clean.  She was doing exactly what I had hoped!
   "Would you like to kiss it, Babydoll?  Go ahead, kiss it."
   She leaned forward just as the words left my lips and started to wrap
her lips around my throbbing rod.  She had to have seen this happen before,
because she tried her damnedest to push it all the way into her mouth.  I
was in Heaven.  She wrapped her little hands around the middle of it and
her mouth around the head and sucked and licked as if it were a popsicle.
   She kept this up for about twenty minutes until I reached over to her
pink labia and started to tickle it with my fingertips.  She stopped
immediately and started to get up to her knees as if she was going to
leave, but instead, hobbled over to my hip and started to climb onto my
lap. I really didn't think anything of it until she started trying to push
my rod between her legs.  I was horrified!
   How did she know how to do that?  She's got to have seen her Mommy as
she sucked and got fucked.  That was the only way she could have known how
to do this.
   She was getting pretty frustrated trying to mount my rod.  There was no
way on this green Earth that she was getting that inside her, but she kept
trying and I wasn't going to stop her unless she started to hurt herself.
   After five minutes of trying, she was able to get the head in, with
considerable discomfort as her face looked as if it was going to explode
any moment.  I pulled her off of it and consoled her.
   "Not yet Babydoll.  We'll need to wait a couple of years before we can
do that, okay?"
   I smiled at her sweetly, both because I wanted for her to know that it
was okay to wait, and also because THAT had to have been one of the most
exotic sensations that I have ever felt.  It was better than an eighteen
year old virgin, because it was a eighteen MONTH old virgin.
   She looked a little disappointed, but soon got over it as I started to
push my index finger in her now soaked vagina, the baby girl laying on my
chest and pressing her lips to mine.  I instinctively started to kiss her
as gently but as passionately as I could, finger fucking her with my right
index finger and playing with her butt cheeks with my other hand.
   We stayed there like married lovers for the rest of the evening.
   I realized that this wonderful dream needed to end and told my little
lover that we needed to get cleaned up because her Mommy was going to be
home real soon.  She never resisted.
   After a few more finger thrusts and a little more visual exploration, I
took her to the hall bathroom and got her cleaned up.  Once she was done, I
took care of myself.  The little trooper also wanted to get back on the
commode and go pee once more before bed.  I helped her up and diddled her
clit while she went pee.  She really seemed to enjoy that and I found it
hard to stop playing with her.
   Dressed, back to the crib and asleep in a matter of minutes.  I wanted
to suck on her little titties for the rest of the night, but I heard her
mother as she was unlocking the front door.
   As she came into Megan's room, I was still caressing her legs.
   "She's so beautiful." I said, as Mrs.  Miller pressed her tits into my
back.
   She didn't waste any time as her hand made it's way around my hip and
down my pants in one smooth action.  We stood there and looked at Megan as
Mrs.  Miller started to jerk me off inside my pants, my hand still rubbing
Megan's soft legs.  My adult lover then removed her hand and walked around
until she was right in front of me, kneeling beside Megan's crib.  She
unzipped my pants and pulled them down, my shorts following moments later.
   She then wrapped her lips around the same flesh that Megan had earlier
that evening, and sucked and licked and smacked, enjoying my meat more
tonight that yesterday.  I was so excited and so uninhibited that I undid
one side of Megan's diaper with the same hand I was using to play with her
legs and pushed it open.  I started diddling her tiny cunny while her
mother was giving me a head job that was to die for.  My fingers seemed to
have a mind of their own as I found Megan's clit and started to massage it
with my thumb and pushed my index finger into her vagina.
   Either her mother didn't notice or didn't care.  I wasn't sure which one
it was, but I didn't care either at that moment.
   I felt the familiar twinge of pleasure as my orgasm started.  I grabbed
the back of my oral Mistress' head with my other hand and pulled it hard
onto my rod as I started to convulse and spasm in sheer extacy.  Once I
stopped thrusting, she sucked and licked me clean and got up, telling me to
meet her in bed.  She never once looked at Megan or where my hand was.  She
was out of the room in a flash, my dick still throbbing and hanging in
front of me, dangling like some poor unsupported bridge structure.
   I didn't want to press my luck and stopped finger fucking my younger
lover, putting her diaper back where it was supposed to be.  I licked my
fingers clean and dry before I went to her mother's bedroom.
   As I walked into her bedroom without my pants or shorts, she was just
emerging from her bathroom, the light on long enough for me to see her
full, soft body from top to bottom.  We both got in bed and I told her that
I wanted to thank HER for letting me babysit Megan.  I don't know if she
knew what I meant, but she never stopped to ask, either.
   I climbed to the foot of the bed between her legs and proceeded to
diddle her clit with my tongue like I had done to Megan Friday night.  She
completely enjoyed every moment, including the fifteen minutes of thrashing
on the bed.  I didn't want to let go of her pussy and just kept licking and
torturing her with my tongue.
   She eventually grabbed my head and tried to pry me off of her honey box
with all her might, but I fought as best I could, maintaining my tongue
lock on her clit.
   She finally couldn't take anymore as she begged and pleaded with me to
stop.
   "I'll do anything, please, please stop!"
   Words that I wanted to hear!
   I finally slowed down enough for her to stop jumping all over the bed
and just gently and softly licked her slit from clit to asshole.  She was
in Heaven and I loved giving it to her.
   After what seemed like hours, I finally stopped and got up next to her.
She was completely spent.  I started massaging her breasts and sucking on
her nipples, hoping that she would let me fuck her again.
   "Put it in me, now Marty!  Hurry!"
   I wasted no time.  I was between her legs before the words stopped
echoing against Megan's bedroom door.  I knelt between her thighs and
started stroking my meat into that perfect pussy as I played with one
breast with one hand and sucked on the other one.  Her moans were so loud,
I thought that Megan would wake up, then I shot my second load as she met
my orgasm with hers.
   After we both stopped twitching and convulsing, I left my dick in place
and pressed my weak, satisfied body into her chest, her arms wrapping me in
sweaty appreciation.
   We lay there for an hour before either of us spoke.
   "Marty, you don't mind making love to me, do you?"
   "Of course not!  I feel like I'm in Heaven when we're having sex."
   "Oh, you sweetheart.  Just for that, I'm going to make you do it again
before you even THINK about going home."
   "Would you be mad at me if I went a lot slower this time?"
   "Not at all.  Go as slow or as fast as you want.  This is so much fun, I
think I can do this all night.  That is, if you'd like to spend the night
with me?"
   I continued to knead her breasts as I kissed her softly, slowly munching
on her soft, full lips, rocking my hips and thrusting my long peg into her
round hole.  I didn't have any desire to shoot another load into her, but
wanted to just feel the warm softness of her fully developed and willing
cunny as it hugged my dick and accepted every poke and prod I issued to
her.
   Mrs.  Miller was not what I expected, nor was she as proper and
conservative as I thought a mother of a little eighteen month old would
act. She was far too willing to let me poke her and play with her body and
I loved every minute I was naked next to her.
   The morning light coming from her bedroom window was a painful reminder
that I was going to have to pull my dick out of her soft, pillow-like pussy
and go home soon.  It wouldn't be hard to explain why I had to stay over so
late, since Mrs.  Miller didn't have regular hours and her trailer was far
enough away from ours that my mom couldn't see what time Mrs.  Miller got
home anyway.
   "I gotta go home soon."
   "Oh, Baby, not for a little while!  Fuck me one more time, okay?  Please
stay with me?"
   "Well . . .  maybe for a few more minutes anyway, okay?"
   "Uh-huh!  Now give me one more, please!"
   Enough with the slow and soft.  She wanted me to give her another good
one before I had to pull out, so I gathered up all my teenaged strength and
began humping her with all my youthful exuberance and energy.  She was a
little surprised with the amount of force I mustered from within and her
eyes grew wide with surprise and just a little fear.
   Before long, she was whimpering and moaning just like before and I met
her halfway to Heaven as our bodies joined in orgasmic ecstacy.  When my
hips stopped convulsing and her pussy stopped sending wave after wave of
pulsing and rhythmic massages along the length of my dick, we collapsed
onto her bed, totally spent.  That's when Megan woke up and started crying.
I knew I could work my way even deeper into Mrs.  Miller's heart by tending
to the little gem and get a little personal satisfaction along the way, so
I developed a plan quickly.
   "How about if I let you sleep for a little while and you let me tend to
Megan for about an hour or two.  If my mom calls, I'll answer the phone for
you and just tell her you had a really 'hard' night.  She won't mind if I
stay a little longer, since I just sleep all day on Sunday anyway.  Does
that sound okay to you?"
   "You little darling!  Good sex and manners too.  I may just KEEP you if
you're not careful."
   "As long as you let me play with your beautiful pussy and have as much
sex as I can stand, I'll stay with you forever."
   I'm not sure what she thought I meant, because she started crying almost
immediately.  Nothing like having two females crying within ear shod to
make your day seem darker.
   "Mrs.  Miller!  I'm sorry!  I didn't mean to make you cry, honest!"
   "Oh . . .  YOU . . .  !"
   She wrapped her arms around my neck and almost strangled me as she
hugged me with all her might.  After a minute or so of her sobs and
whimpers, I started to get the idea that she wasn't upset with me, but may
have fallen in love with my juvenile attempt at mental fornication. 
Megan's cries finally broke her grasp from my neck.
   "Marty, I want you to know that as long as you're willing, I want you to
take care of my little girl and then take care of ME afterward.  I want you
to keep me company both here in my bed and around the house as much as you
can, okay?"
   I smiled at her, kissed her passionately and started to work my dick
back between her legs for another round of hip exercises.
   "MY GOSH!  Don't you EVER get enough?  I thought 'I' liked to screw, but
it looks like I've got NOTHING on you!"
   "If you don't really want to, that's okay.  I can wait until later on or
tomorrow."
   "Like HELL you will.  Give me that wonderful toy of yours!"
   "But what about Megan?  She won't quit crying until I go and tend to her
needs.  She probably needs her diaper changed and I'll bet she's also
hungry."
   As I was trying to be adult about her little girl's needs, Mrs.  Miller
started to shift her body around under me so my dick was in the perfect
position to enter her love box.  Before I knew it, I was all the way inside
her and she was thrusting up into my hips with as much energy as she could
gather from her abused and tired body.  I think Megan's cries were having
an unusual effect on Mrs.  Miller, since she looked like she was a little
out of control, humping me like a horny rabbit.  I could feel our hip bones
come together more than once as she kept lifting me up off the bed.
   Before another minute went by, she was beginning to pant and moan,
approaching yet another orgasm.  I wasn't far behind and this time I let
loose before she did.  Just as my balls were almost empty, she used her
pussy to grab my dick and milk it for all I had in me as her orgasm hit
her.
   Once we both couldn't take any more, I pulled up out of her pussy and
hobbled over to her bathroom so I could get just a little cleaned up before
I went to take care of Megan.  I must have been completely out of my mind,
because after I wiped and washed myself clean and then softly cleaned up my
adult lover, I left her bedroom still naked, leaving Mrs.  Miller and
running my right hand along her body, from her neck, across her breasts,
over and along her pussy lips and between her legs and headed straight for
Megan's room.
   At first, I didn't think about how I was dressed, or UNDRESSED, since I
was so tired and sexually dazed.  I just walked out of Mrs.  Miller's
bedroom as naked as the day I was born and headed for her little baby
girl's crib.  Once I was out the door and across the hall, she finally said
something.
   "Marty!  Please wake me up in about three or four hours, okay?  I need
to take care of a few things before Monday and I need some sleep before I
get started."
   "Sure thing!  I'll call my mom and let her know that everything is
alright and that I'll be here a little while longer."
   She had to know that I was still naked and she did or said absolutely
nothing.  Here I was entering her little girl's bedroom completely naked
and her mother did nothing about it.  I could hear Mrs.  Miller yawn from
Megan's room as she pulled the covers back and snuggled between the sheets
for a few hours of satisfied sleep.  That should give me plenty of time to
play with Megan some more.
   "Well HELLO there little angel!  Are you ready to let your big boyfriend
play with you for a little while?"
   Megan's cries suddenly ceased and her face went from looking like a
scrunched up pink raisin, to the image of angelic, innocent beauty.  Her
smile filled my heart with love and my body with lust, her arms invited me
to bring her to my naked chest.  I picked her up and could tell that her
diaper was still unsoiled, so I knew I had little time before this would
change.  I carried her back to her mother's bedroom and whispered into Mrs.
Miller's ear.
   "I'm going to give Megan a bath before I feed her, okay?"
   "Hmrl ssff ghhhhmmmmm . . .  "
   "Okay!"
   I had no idea what she meant to say, but I didn't hear her tell me not
to let Megan get in the shower with me, so I kissed Mrs.  Miller's cheek,
ran my free hand along her hip and around her bum and closed the bedroom
door as I left.
   "You need to go potty, don't you angel?"
   "POTTY!"
   "Good girl!  Let's get this silly diaper off you and let's take a good
look at you while you go, how's that?"
   Her smile was mute acceptance of her fate.  I fully intended to fill my
hands and mouth with her tender softness, once she was all cleaned up, that
is!  After her still empty diaper was off and on the floor, I placed her
plump bum on the edge of the commode once again and within a few seconds,
she was tinkling into the bowl as I stared lustingly at her tiny twat.
   I waited until I was sure she didn't have to go poo and then wiped her
cunny with a few squares of tissue before I picked her up and stood her
right in front of me, my knees firmly planted to the floor still in front
of the commode.  I had my dick sticking up between her legs and rubbing up
against the bottom of her pussy as I cooed and chatted with my little sex
slut, talking about completely nonsensical subjects.  Is seems she didn't
care WHAT I was talking about, just as long as I held her and touched her
tiny body in all the enjoyable places.
   I knew she could feel me pushing up against her predeveloped vagina,
since she started to gently wiggle and push down, repeating what she had
tried last night.  I let her push down on me as much as she wanted to and
eventually she worked the tip of my cock between her fat pussy lips and
barely into the entrance of her extremely tight little sex box.  I softly
repeated to myself what I knew HAD to be true, 'There was NO WAY she was
going to get me inside her tiny body'.  That didn't stop her from giving it
her best baby try as she kept bobbing up and down, pushing back and
forward, trying to work any additional millimeter into her that she could.
   For the next thirty minutes, I held her in front of me as she continued
to work the tip of my dick along her vulva and as far into her as her tight
opening would permit.  It was all I could do to keep the blood flowing in
my head as she worked my dick infintessimally further and further into her
infant cunt.  I don't know where my strength came from, but I was able to
keep whispering into her ear, cooing and chatting as she did her best to
fuck me.
   I knew it was way too soon for me to go completely inside her, so I
started kissing her to distract her, picked her up and pulled my overly
sensitive woody out from between her legs as I stumbled into the tub.  As
long as I let her keep trying, she wouldn't be satisfied until I worked her
opening big enough so I could fit inside.  If we kept up at this pace, that
might be as soon as three or four weeks and not eight or ten years as I had
originally assumed.
   I adjusted the water temperature to satisfaction and started to soap us
both up.  She really seemed to like the extra attention I was giving her,
so I gave her immeasurable amounts of love and affection as I cleaned her
body and then mine.  Of course I was certain to clean ALL the special
places at least five times before I told her she was all done.  Then the
idea hit me!  Soap makes a great lubricant if used liberally, so I worked
up a good lather on my dick and lowered Megan slightly so her butt was
being cleaved by my tool.
   This was a VERY bright little girl.  The first thing she did was to open
her legs and shift her hips forward so she could press up against my dick
with her little pussy.  I held her up under her arms and shifted her
position so I could feel her vulva with the tip of my dick.  There was no
easy way for me to enter her like this, since her weight was being
supported by my arms and I couldn't get my now too slippery wanker to
travel where I wanted it to.
   New Idea!
   I turned around so the water was hitting my back, didn't wash any soap
off my dick and set her feet on the bottom of the tub, in the same general
position we were in just after she finished going pee.  I let her go once I
was confident she wouldn't slip and fall and she immediately put one hand
on my shoulder and the other one on my dick, working it in her soft folds
just as before.
   This time, the extra lubrication seemed to REALLY help and I felt my
throbbing woody travel further and further inside her infant body.  She had
complete control of how far and how fast I would slip into her and I could
tell she was a little surprised at how easily she was able to work me into
her pussy this time.  She stopped a couple of times and looked up at me
with a trembling smile, uncertain if she should press any harder and allow
my flesh to pass within hers.  All I could do was smile back.  It seemed to
restore her confidence and she pressed a few more times, grimacing twice as
she pulled on my cock and pushed her body down onto it.
   And then it happened!  She made a strong short twitch, her hips pulling
back slightly and then it seemed to slide inside her with extreme ease. 
Once she jumped and gave a little yelp, I knew what happened.  I had just
let an eighteen month old little baby girl deflower herself with my dick!
   She recovered from the initial shock and the subsequent pain rather
quickly and looked up at me again for reassurance.  I put my arms around
her body and held her tight to my chest.  Doing so allowed my dick to
travel a little more inside her, so I stopped and pushed her back to her
original position and smiled brightly at her.  I knew she would start
bleeding almost immediately, so I had to figure out how to keep her
distracted so she wouldn't get scared and start screaming.  I knew I had to
hold her tightly and prevent her from looking down until the initial rush
of blood had left her pussy, but this would cause me to enter her body even
further, which would cause her insides to tear from the obvious difference
in our sizes.
   I had to act fast, since I saw a dark red liquid begin to form at the
bottom of the tub behind her.  I reached around her and pulled her to me,
pushing my lips against hers as I began kissing her like I had done with
her mother.  She accepted my lingual affection for her tiny lips and
wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me into her a little at a time. 
Within three minutes, I was almost all the way inside her and could feel
her undeveloped cervix against the tip of my cock as I bottomed out inside
her.  She winced at first, but didn't prevent me from continuing to press
into her after that.  That's when I began to stroke in and out of her pussy
slowly and gently.
   She was so tight and hot that I thought I had stuck my dick into an
electric light socket.  As I continued to work my throbbing woody in and
out, her pussy seemed to open up to me and it started to get easier and
easier to fuck her.
   After two more minutes, I couldn't hold back any longer and began
lifting her up as I emptied my balls into her.  She took every thrust and
inch of my dick like I'd imagined a tiny professional might.  She looked
into my face when I let her lips go and let her lean back slightly.  She
smiled so wide, I thought her ears were going to touch behind her head. 
She must have known that I just achieved something with her that was very
special, since she seemed to be glowing with excitement and love.  Then she
said something that shook me to my bones.
   "Low you Mahw-tee."
   "I love you too, Megan.  I love you so much, you may never know HOW
much!"
   I left my dick inside her for the next few minutes and could feel the
water starting to cool down on my back.  I didn't want to make her
uncomfortable, so I picked her up, turned around as best I could and began
to wash her once again, sliding my dick out slowly so I had time to clean
her up with the soap before she noticed her own blood coming from her
insides.
   She just kept looking at my eyes and lips and maintained a very dreamy
expression on her tiny face.  I knew she had to be completely in love with
me at that moment, at least as much as her infant mind could comprehend
about love.  She looked as though she would have let me split her in two,
as long as it made me happy.  Nothing was further from reality for me,
since I was now going to do whatever I could to protect her and keep her
safe and happy.  Sex was something that we were going to share as often as
we could, as long as her mother didn't find out.  I'm sure Mrs.  Miller
would have cut my heart out with a plastic knife just for the satisfaction
of seeing me suffer for taking her baby's virginity at such a tender age.
   I shoved my fingers inside her more easily now and cleaned her up very
carefully.  All of my sticky contributions to her body came out quite
easily and were down the drain, never to betray our forbidden experience
together.  I kept 'cleaning' her pussy, wanting to make absolutely sure I
got everything out of her that I had put in.  I also enjoyed fingering her
tiny cunt immensely.  She never took her eyes off of my face as I continued
to wash her, inside and out.
   "Okay Angel.  Time for us to get out before we start looking like pink
prunes."
   She leaned forward once more and planted a warm, wet kiss right on my
lips, so I returned the favor and stroked her bum, pressed my fingers
between her legs and played with her labia from behind as we locked lips.
She very obediently opened her legs just enough to grant me unrestricted
access to my new sexual playground.  She was mine!  I was going to have
more pussy over the next few years than ANY guy in my school!  I just had
to be VERY careful about Megan's and my relationship.  Nobody could EVER
know that I had fucked her at this age, or I would end up in jail, or
worse, DEAD!
   I reached around behind my sex doll and turned the taps off just as the
water was starting to get uncomfortable.  I picked her up and set her feet
on the rug just outside the tub, reached for the towel and started to dry
her soft, pink body.  She stretched and reached up to the ceiling while I
was drying her legs, which gave me a perfect opportunity to lean into her
hips and kiss and lick her cunny.  She took to this like a little whore and
pulled on the back of my head with her hands, forcing me even harder into
her pudendum.
   I found her clitty and gently tickled it back and forth, sending her
into fits of giggles.  I even felt her push her hips into my face as I
wiggled my tongue up inside her prepuce and massaged her tiny nub of a
clit. She squirmed a little, but didn't prevent me from maintaining a
tongue lock on her sexual focal point.  After a minute, I released my
hostage from continued torture and leaned back onto my feet, looking right
into her eyes.
   "Are you going to let me do that to you everyday from now on, Megan?  I
hope you will."
   She smiled as if she understood what I was asking of her and then
wrapped her arms around my neck yet again, pressing her tiny hot pink body
into my chest.  I again pushed my hands around her and began playing with
her bum and then worked one hand between her legs and tickled her vulva
from behind yet again.  She again opened her legs and permitted me complete
and willing access to her tender underneath, more tender now than ever
before, anytime in her young life.
   At this moment, I realized I better make sure there weren't any obvious
physical marks on her pussy from our coupling, so I leaned back again and
looked into her face and took on an aire of serious determination.
   "Honey, I need to make sure you're okay down here, so I'm gonna look
inside, okay?"
   Her smile faded a little and she stepped back looking at me as if I was
going to spank her.  In order to return her confidence, I smiled and
tickled her sides and tummy, which had the desired effect.  She was again
the smiling little sex slut that I had just made love to a few minutes
before.
   I picked her up under her arms and set her down on the rug facing up. 
She immediately put her right thumb into her mouth and lifted her legs into
the air, familiar with this particular position, since it meant either baby
powder or a good butt cleaning.
   Her pussy opened up easily as I began inspecting her anxiously, hoping I
hadn't permanently caused her injury or harm.  I used fingers on both hands
to open her tiny pussy up for my inspection and was relieved to see that
she had stopped bleeding completely.  Her hymen was completly torn
assunder, but her mother most likely wouldn't be looking that hard between
her legs anyway.  Megan kept looking at my face with a very serious and
concerned expression, so I knew I had to relieve her tension and return her
to my smiling little sex toy.
   I leaned forward and began to stick my tongue inside her vagina, working
it into her as far as I could.  She responded just as I had hoped and
giggled furiously, grabbing my head once again.  I pulled my head back and
just looked at her tiny cunny, running my fingers up and down her gorgeous
cleft.
   "You have to be the tastiest little girl I have ever licked, Megan. 
You'll be happy to know that I'll be licking you a lot from now on, too! 
How do you like that, Angel?"
   She returned her thumb to her mouth and smiled.  She HAD to know what I
was talking about!  I leaned into her chest and put my mouth right by her
left ear as I continued to run my fingers and hands along her cunny,
exploring and fondling every fold and pillow of flesh that I came into
contact with.
   "We better get you dressed, or your mommy will think I've been having my
way with you all this time.  She'd be right, of course, but we can't let
HER know that, now can we?"
   I couldn't resist at least one more finger fuck, so I started kissing
her mouth while I buried my index and middle fingers back into her tender
pussy.  If I was going to have sex with her as often as I wanted to, I had
to keep working on her pussy so it would be very easy to just walk up to
her when she was naked and stick my cock into her without any effort at
all. As sick as the idea was, I wanted to turn her into a little
nymphomaniac before she was two years old.  At this rate, by her second
birthday, I was going to have every opening of her body ready and willing
for constant sex.  She was going to be MINE to command and use whenever I
wanted, as long as we kept it quiet and just our little secret.
   Once I was satisfied, at least temporarily, I picked her back up,
slipped her diaper back on and carried her back to her room.  As I sat her
down in her crib so I could go and collect my clothes out of her mommy's
bedroom, she almost started crying.  By this time, I was beginning to grow
accustomed to her moods and knew when she was going to cry, so in order to
prevent her from waking her mother, I picked her back up and clutched her
in my arms as I made my way back to where Mrs.  Miller lay sleeping.
   "Megan, you need to be nice and quiet while I get my clothes, okay
Babydoll?"
   She looked at me and put her hand over her mouth as if to stifle a
giggle.
   "Good girl.  Now be very quiet, okay?"
   I opened the door and walked in, finding Mrs.  Miller uncovered and
still naked, laying face up on the bed.  Her pussy was terribly inviting,
but I knew I better and let her sleep a little while longer before I
started to have my way with her body again.  Even though I had just spent
the better part of two and a half hours having sex with her eighteen month
old daughter, I was still hungry for more cunny . . .  ANY CUNNY!  I was
beginning to develop a real vagina obsession and if it was possible, I was
going to get it every day for the rest of my life from these two.
   I picked up my clothes and carried Megan back out of the bedroom,
reclosing the door as quietly as I could.  We settled on the couch, Megan
sitting just above my hips and almost in contact with my still hard woody.
It was going to be hard to get dressed this way, but I knew I could somehow
manage.  I put my socks on one at a time, leaning into Megan's body and
sucking on her tiny nipples as I leaned into her, working my socks on
behind her.  Next was my shorts.
   I was able to get them all the way up my thighs, but wasn't able to get
my stiffy to relax so I could stuff it into my shorts, so I just left it
pointing up at the ceiling behind Megan.  My shirt was the easiest to put
on and my jeans ended up just like my shorts.
   "Okay hussy!  Time for me to try to stuff my animal into my pants. 
You're going to have to sit over here."
   I picked her up and sat her down next to me, close enough for me to keep
my arm in contact with her chest and tummy as I leaned back as far as I
could so I could work my painfully stiff dick back into my shorts and
jeans. My little 'nympho' was getting brave and reached into my shorts and
grabbed my dick just as I was able to get it all the way inside.  Well,
this didn't help at all, since she was getting me aroused yet again, so a
distraction was required to allow me to return to public decency.
   I leaned over and started blowing burbles into her tummy and titties. 
This was a perfect distraction and she just as quickly let me go and began
tugging on my nose and mouth, trying desperately to prevent me from having
access to her soft belly.
   The only way I was going to get my monster to go down was to cause
myself some kind of pain, so as I let Megan rest for a minute, I punched
myself in the right thigh hard enough to make a bruise.  IT WORKED!  But at
what a cost?
   Megan almost started to cry, unsure why I would do such a horrible
thing. Once my jeans were zipped back up and my hardon a distant memory, I
turned back to my new sex toy and pulled her back onto my tummy and started
to play with her titties yet again.  Now that my woody was back in my
jeans, I could control it a lot better, even if I was going to have more
sexual fun with Megan.
   After ten or fifteen minutes of tickling and fondling, the phone rang
and I answered it.
   "Miller residence?"
   "Marty?"
   "Hi Mom!"
   "Is everything okay over there?  You never came home last night and
haven't even called.  Are you planning on staying there ALL day?"
   "Everything's fine.  Mrs.  Miller got back really late last night and
had a real workout.  She's in bed right now and I'm looking after Megan
until she wakes up."
   "Marty, you've really turned out to be quite responsible, haven't you? I
never expected you to be so grown up.  I always knew you took good care of
all the little children you babysat, but you really seem to have taken a
liking to Megan.  Are you in love?"
   "MOM!  Don't even SAY that!  If anyone ever thought that I might take
advantage of one of the children I take care of, I could get into LOTS of
trouble!"
   "Marty!  Relax!  I was just kidding.  I must have really hit a touchy
subject, huh?  I know you couldn't hurt any of your kids.  You always used
to say that babies were the hardest to take care of, since they had to be
changed and cleaned up more than little ones that had been potty trained.
It just seems a little unusual that you'd spend so much time with a little
baby girl, unless you really liked her a lot or wanted to spend a lot more
time changing her and cleaning her up than any other little girl."
   "M O M !  !  !  "
   "Come on Marty.  Little girls can be just as cute as big ones, so don't
try to hide your emotions or interests from me.  I know you like girls. 
Why do you think I volunteered you so quickly without talking to you about
it first?  I know you like to take care of girls a lot more than boys. 
Actually, I'm kinda glad I found out you like girls MORE than boys.  For a
while, I was wondering if you might fly sideways, instead of straight up
and down.  It's good to know you have a normal interest in the feminine
gender."
   "You thought I liked BOYS?"
   "Well, for a little while two years ago, you seemed to want to spend
more time with the Baker boys than any of the other kids in the trailer
park.  I was starting to get concerned and thought maybe I was going to
have to set you up with one of the girls from your high school."
   "Well . . .  if you must know, the only reason I liked taking care of
Tommy and Stan is because of Michelle who lived next door to them.  She
would come over and play checkers or yahtzee when I watched the boys.  When
she moved away, I kind of lost interest in them and started taking care of
only the neighborhood girls."
   "I knew it!  You really DO like little girls, don't you?  You little
rascal!  I guess I need to get pregnant again so you can have a little
sister to play with, dress and undress, huh?"
   "M O M !  !  !  Get real!  I'm almost eighteen.  If you got me a little
sister, it would mess up all my plans to go to college or get a job."
   "Well?  How else can I get you your own little girl to play with,
undress, give baths to and stuff like that?"
   "MOOOOMMMMMMMMM!!!  Cut it out!  I don't need for you to find a little
girl for me to play with."
   "So I guess it's true!  You found your OWN, huh?  I guess Megan has
turned out to be the perfect playmate, hasn't she?  Just remember, younger
women really do love to marry older men, but she'll have to wait until
she's at least sixteen before she'll be allowed to get permission from her
mom.  You better get her trained right from the start, or she might find
someone else to fall in love with."
   "Mom, you're beginning to make me sound like a pervert if you think I
want Megan to fall in love with me.  She's just a BABY!  She's going to
find a much better guy when she gets old enough and she certainly doesn't
need any encouragement from my mother."
   "Come on, Marty.  You can't deny that you find her attractive and just
the most delicious little girl you ever tasted."
   TASTED?
   "I've seen her, you know Marty.  She's got the most precious face and
the cutest little bum in the whole world.  Barbara and I have visited a
couple of times before you met them and I had the distinct pleasure of
holding and kissing Megan when I was over there.  I'm just glad that you
prefer little girls instead of little boys, like your cousin Steve.  Gosh,
I never thought he would turn out to be a fruit basket when he was fifteen
and babysitting all those little boys.  I never understood why a guy would
prefer little boys over little girls."
   "Mom, if you keep talking like this, Mrs.  Miller is going to find out
and she'll think I'm some kind of pervert pedophile, wanting to molest and
fondle her daughter every minute I have her alone.  If she thinks that,
she'll never let me take care of Megan and she'll tell all the other
mothers in the park and then I'll be labeled for the rest of my life."
   "Marty?  Do you honestly think you're the first guy in the whole world
that found little girls attractive?  You don't have to be a pedophile to
want to play with and touch little girls.  It's perfectly normal for a man
to be interested in younger women, even little girls.  There's nothing
wrong with having a fantasy about little girls.  It's healthy and perfectly
normal to want to see what a little girl looks like inside her panties or
her diaper.  You've been lucky enough to be able to take care of LOTS of
little girls over the last few years and I'm sure you've seen more than
your share of cute little bums and nonnies.  If your friends at school knew
how many little trickles you've seen, cleaned, touched and played with
they'd freak out."
   "M-O-M-M-M-M-M-!-!-!-!  Just because I've been taking care of little
girls, doesn't mean that I've been pulling their panties down just so I can
see what they look like naked."
   "Now Marty!  Are you going to honestly tell me that you've never been
even the SLIGHTEST bit curious about what little girls look like and how
they feel inside their panties?  Be HONEST, young man!"
   My mom was more right than she knew, but I couldn't admit how much I
liked to see Megan and all the other little girls naked.  If anyone found
out, I'd never be able to live it down and I'd be the laughing stock of my
high school.
   "Mom?"
   "Marty?"
   I waited as long as I could before I'd have to answer.  I knew if my mom
persisted, I'd have to at least be a LITTLE honest about my interest in
little girls and particularly Megan.
   "MARTIN?"
   "Yes, Mom.  I have been.  Are you satisfied now?"
   My mother's tone changed immediately, softening considerably until it
sounded like she was chatting with one of her best girlfriends.
   "There's nothing wrong with being curious, Marty.  As long as you don't
get carried away with your interest or start making them do things they
don't want to.  The last thing you need is to have a little girl afraid of
you because you made her do something she didn't like.  I never told you
this, but I knew all about little Sally Higgins and how she tricked you
into kissing her and then touching her inside her panties.  Her mother
found out that the Perkins boy had been teaching her all about sex when she
was just four and was finally able to get her to admit to all the things
that she did with him and all the other boys in the trailer park last
summer.  That's when Lucy told me about how Sally blackmailed you into
doing stuff with her when you babysat her last spring.  Why do you think I
didn't push you to go back and be her sitter anymore.  I knew how it made
you feel.  I would have been humiliated too."
   "Then, why do you think I want to see little girls without panties on or
push my hands inside their panties or diapers?"
   "Because you're a normal man with normal interests and curiosity.  It
would be pretty silly of me to tell you that looking at or wanting to touch
little girls is a horrible thing.  I'd rather find out you had your hands
in a little girls panties than to find out you liked to play with little
BOYS instead.  Thinking about your cousin Steve doing naughty stuff with
little boys makes my skin crawl."
   "So WHAT if you found out that I really liked taking little girls'
panties off and enjoyed playing with them naked all the time?  You'd
freak!"
   "Not necessarily.  As long as you didn't get carried away or hurt them,
I probably might not say much.  Oh sure, I'd be a little mad that you chose
to play with LITTLE girls, instead of BIG girls, since little girls aren't
smart enough or experienced enough to know what's nice and what's not.  But
if I found out that you had touched one while you were taking care of her,
I wouldn't be surprised."
   "Well, I hate to be the one to break the news to you Mom, but I've been
touching little girls for years."
   I waited for it to sink in before I let the other shoe drop.
   "How else could I change their diapers and wash them all clean in the
bathtub?"
   "Martin!  You are such a jerk sometimes.  I thought you really were
going to come clean and admit that you liked to play with little girls . .
. AND NOT JUST GIVE THEM A BATH AFTER THEY DIRTIED THEIR UNDIES!"
   "Mom?  The way people think about perverts today, it would be dangerous
for me to just TOUCH a little girl and then REALLY stupid to admit it!  I
don't think you have anything to worry about.  Besides, right now Megan is
sitting on my tummy wearing nothing more than a diaper and less than an
hour ago, I was giving her a bath and it's really hard to give a little
girl a bath if she's wearing clothes!  And here's some more breaking news.
We've been kissing square on the lips ever since I started taking care of
her yesterday.  She loves for me to tickle her all over, even INSIDE her
diaper and we've taken at least one bath together.  That's when she told me
she loved me and we had sex for two hours straight."
   "My!  My!  Sounds like you might want to move in with Barb so you can
have sex with her baby girl anytime you wanted to."
   "Actually, I want to move in with Mrs.  Miller because I want HER to be
my sex slave.  We've already been having sex and she thinks I'm the best
lover she's ever had.  She loves to walk around her house with nothing on
so I can look at her and touch her naked body anytime I want to.  I've
waited until now to learn about sex and she's a wonderful teacher.  You
know that girl I've talked about in science class?"
   "Julie?"
   "Yeah.  I wanted to learn about sex with her, but she always told me
that I was a pervert and that she didn't do that sort of thing.  Yesterday,
she called and wanted to know if I wanted to go out with her and I turned
her down because I knew Mrs.  Miller and Megan would be much more willing
to have sex anytime I wanted to.  Are you satisfied now?"
   I had just told my mother all about my activities for the last two days
and nights, including having sex with Megan and her mother.  If she was
going to get mad, now was the time.
   "Well, as long as you don't get her pregnant until you two get married.
You need to take responsibility for ALL of your actions, including the less
appealing ones."
   What!  She doesn't think I'm kidding!  NO WAY!  If that's the way she
wants it, then FINE!
   "Thanks Mom.  I knew you would give me your blessing to marry Mrs. 
Miller and have sex with her and her baby girl."
   "Marty, sometimes you can be so silly."
   "Yeah, I know.  Besides.  Why would a woman as beautiful and sexy as
Mrs. Miller want to mess with a dweeb like me?  She also wouldn't want me
messing around with her baby girl, THAT'S for sure."
   "You'll find the right girl someday, Marty.  Don't worry about it so
much.  And as far as learning about sex, don't push it too hard, because
girls can get pretty scared of any guy that wants sex too much.  Most girls
that let boys do what they want end up getting pregnant and turn out to be
single mothers well before their time.  That can be a terrible stigma to
live with and most girls know better than to let a boy take advantage of
her.  If you're going to start having sex, at least use protection, okay?"
   "Sure Mom.  Don't worry about me."
   "Good boy.  If you need anything this afternoon, don't hesitate to call,
okay?"
   "Thanks Mom.  I'll call when I'm on my way home.  Bye!"
   Well, I told her the truth and she either thought I was telling a story
and was bragging, or got nothing anywhere near what I claimed.  I came
clean with my interest in little girls and she didn't seem to be too upset.
Maybe what my uncle told me about my mom and her dad was true.  Kind of
makes me think that she even LIKES the idea of me playing with naked little
girls.  It might make her remember some of the fun times she might have had
with Grampa.  Maybe someday I'd find out the truth.
   "Who were you talking to, Marty?"
   Mrs.  Miller was standing in the hall near the entrance to the
livingroom wearing nothing more than a thin robe.  It was so thin that I
could see all the way through it and I loved to see her boobs and her puffy
pussy.
   "Hi Mrs.  Miller.  It was my mom.  WOW!  You look like a million bucks
in that robe."
   "Why, thank you Marty.  By the way, I overheard some of your
conversation.  Is it really true that you like to pull down little girls'
panties and diapers, so you can play with them naked?"
   "I KNEW IT!  As soon as my mom started that conversation, I knew someone
would get the wrong idea!  I guess you want me to leave and never come
back, right?"
   "EASY MARTY!  I had to ask, okay?"
   I tried real hard to act like I was mad and I hoped it worked.  The last
person I wanted to find out that I had been molesting Megan would be her
mother.
   "Come on Marty.  Don't be mad, please.  It's not unusual for a man to be
interested in little girls.  It's perfectly natural.  That's why little
girls are so damned alluring and inviting.  If they weren't desirable, they
wouldn't be considered valuable and most likely would be nothing more than
property or breeding stock later in life.  The cuter a little girl is, the
more her daddy will want to protect her and find her a worthy mate when
she's ready to start a family of her own."
   "That's what my mom said.  Do YOU think it's okay for a guy to pull a
little girl's panties down and play with her while she's naked, as long as
he doesn't hurt her?"
   "That's not a fair question.  Under the right circumstances, it's
acceptable for a little girl to be naked and it's also perfectly acceptable
for her daddy or someone that loves her to hold her and touch her WHILE
she's naked."
   "How would you feel if you found out that someone had been touching and
playing with Megan with her diapers off?  You'd probably want to cut them
in half with a rusty knife, wouldn't you?"
   "Don't be silly Marty.  I know where you're going with this line of
questioning and I fully remember you telling me that you were going to give
her a bath earlier.  If I didn't trust you with her while she didn't have
any clothes on, I wouldn't have let you undress her and give her a bath."
   "It was beginning to sound like you and my mom were trying to get me
pegged as a pervert pedophile, running around the neighborhood trying to
molest every little girl I could get my hands on.  And since I've been
babysitting almost every little girl in the trailer park, it wouldn't be
hard to establish a basis for me having sex with every one of them when I
was taking care of them, convincing them to parade around the trailer naked
and doing whatever I wanted them to."
   "At least I know you like big girls as much as you like little ones. 
How about if you come back into my bedroom and prove to me just how much
you like big girls, Marty?"
   "What about Megan?"
   "She can take a nap for a little while."
   "She won't like it!"
   "Well, sometimes life's tough and she's going to have to learn that she
can't have everything she wants all the time.  Besides, she can wait her
turn until you're done with me."
   "As long as you know I've been spoiling her rotten by holding her the
entire time I've been here and doing whatever I can to see her smile.  It
was the only way I could keep her from crying.  And I DO think she's just
as pretty a little girl as I have ever seen and I like to see her with just
her diaper on, because her tummy is so soft and her skin just like silk. 
That probably sounds perverted, doesn't it?"
   "There's NOTHING wrong with that.  I'm glad you've taken the time to
hold her and comfort her while you're here.  Since she doesn't have a daddy
right now, it's pretty hard on her when she needs to be held and cuddled
when I'm not around.  It's really rough for a little girl to grow up
without a daddy, especially when she's very young.  Daddy's usually help
with bath time and diaper duty, feeding and play time and yes, little girls
DO fall in love with their daddies.  It isn't hard for a little girl to
fall for a guy that does everything for her, keeps her safe and sound,
plays with her all the time, cuddles and holds her when she needs it,
tickles and hugs her to make her feel special and teaches her all about her
body when it comes time.  Every little girl should be lucky enough to have
someone like you that's willing to spend all of their time with her,
playing, holding, bathing and even cleaning dirty didees.  I think Megan is
very lucky to have you around to take care of her now and I hope you'll
keep coming around.  She needs you and 'I' need you."
   "Mrs.  Miller, I want you to know that I want to stay here as long as
you'd let me, both for you AND for Megan.  I've fallen in love with you
both and I hope you won't get sick of me always trying to hold and cuddle
Megan, and I REALLY hope YOU won't get tired of me always wanting to touch
your body and wanting to have sex with you, since I've always wanted to
have sex with a woman that truly enjoyed it like you do."
   "Marty, if you're going to be my lover, you need to start calling me
Barb or Barby.  Mrs.  Miller makes it sound like you're still a little boy
and I'm some kind of old hag trying to seduce a child."
   "Okay Barb.  But you still haven't answered my question.  Are you going
to get tired of me if I continue to lust for your body and want to have my
hands and body all over yours?"
   "Of course not!  It's absolutely heavenly to know that you think of me
that way.  Now, put Megan in her crib so I can show you how much I like
being with you in my bed."
   Barb turned, opened her robe and dropped it to the floor, stood in the
doorway for a moment and posed for me, turning her head around slightly
giving me a naughty grin and then was down the hall and back in her
bedroom. As I made my way through the doorway, I bent down and picked up
her robe and tossed it over my shoulder.
   "Megan, Honey.  I need for you to be a good little girl and take a short
nap, okay?  Your mommy and I need to have some special time together and we
need for you to be a very good special little girl and not cry.  I promise
I'll tickle you and play with you like we did before in a little while and
I'll make you feel all good inside just like we did last time.  Can you do
that for me Honey?"
   She looked at me, trying to comprehend everything that I had told her as
I set her down in her crib.  I knew she didn't want to be alone, but I
didn't know how to include her in her mother's and my sexual adventures
together.  To make her feel a little better, I pushed the tips of my
fingers inside her diaper and pressed firmly, gently caressing the top of
her pudendum and slipping my middle finger between her labia cleft and down
along her clitty.  She startled me a little when she lay back on her crib
and began to pull her diaper off.  I knew I should have stopped her, but I
just had to see her cunny once more before I started banging her mother.
   She wiggled out of her diaper and pushed it all the way to her feet,
kicked it off toward the end of her crib and looked at me naughtily.  She
must have realized how much I loved to see her act innocent and virginal,
because she again stuck her right index finger in her mouth and lifted her
chubby legs in the air, showing off her absolutely delicious looking and
wonderfully plump little vulva, her vagina opening slightly and the insides
of her pussy now clearly indicating that I had taken her virginity.
   She reached out to me and wanted me to do more, so I leaned forward,
kissed her lips softly and ran my other hand along her titties, gently
tickling her nipples.  After about thirty seconds, I pulled back, smiled,
told her she was a good girl, pulled my hands away from their wonderfully
soft locations and began to put her diaper back on.
   She would have NO part of this!  She kicked it off her feet once again
and it went flying out of her crib.
   "Megan, you have to let me put your diaper back on, Honey.  If your
mommy finds out that I let you take it off, she'll think I wanted to hurt
you and that's not true at all, is it?"
   She let me pull them up a little, but blocked my path and smiled
naughtily again as they were about six inches further down than they should
have been.  I knew how to distact her, so I started to tickle her tummy
with one hand as I yanked them up with the other.  DONE!
   I turned and was about to leave the room when she was about to start
crying, so I stopped, turned around, smiled at her and pressed my index
finger vertically against my lips, indicating that she was supposed to be
quiet right now.  She obeyed and just lay back on her crib and looked me in
the eyes as she pulled her diapers back down and kicked them off, pushing
them back to the end of her crib.
   To further reveal her level of independent desire for sex, she began
diddling herself with both sets of fingers and lay back, enjoying the
sensation of her own fingers against her tiny clitty.  If she couldn't have
ME do it, she'd take care of her pleasure by herself.
   She was getting to be quite a handful, so to speak and I knew I had my
work cut out for me if I was going to continue to use her for my sexual
pleasure and not get caught.  I turned once again, left her room and walked
through her mommy's bedroom door, closed it and practically ripped my
clothes off so I could have more of Barb's body, with the image of Megan's
pussy still in my mind.
   "Did she finally settle down Marty?"
   "Yeah, but she did something that took me by surprise.  I think she
heard and understood part of my conversation with my mom and then our
conversation after that."
   "What did she do?"
   "After I lay her down in her crib, she pulled her diapers off and kicked
them out of her crib.  I was sure you'd see her naked and me standing over
her and would be certain that I was just as much a pervert pedophile as I
looked at the time."
   "Good gosh, Marty.  She's just acting up and being silly.  She knows you
think she's pretty and she's testing the boundaries of your relationship.
Just let her run around naked for a while and she'll realize that it's not
a big deal if she takes her clothes off in front of you.  She'll stop doing
it after a while."
   "But Barb.  I think I MIGHT start looking at her with less than an
indifferent eye, since the only time I normally see a little girl without
clothes is when I'm changing her diaper or giving her a bath.  If she
starts running around the trailer in front of me with nothing on, I'm
afraid I might be tempted to touch her in a manner that you won't approve
of."
   "Marty, you're trying too hard to make something complicated when it
doesn't need to be.  If she wants to run around the trailer with nothing
on, then so what?  If she wants you to hold her, hug her and play with her
when she's running around in the buff, then big deal!  You're not going to
hurt her, are you?"
   "NO!  Of course not!  But most people don't think it's right for a man
to touch and hold a little girl that isn't wearing any clothes and I'll bet
you're not crazy about the idea of me filling my hands with her naked skin,
especially around her bummy and between her chubby legs."
   "I tell you what Marty.  Why don't you let her try it for a while and if
it gets out of hand, then we'll talk to her and make her keep her clothes
on.  Otherwise, just enjoy the sight of a naked little girl running around
the trailer.  Just don't let her go naked when she's outside.  If you want
to touch and caress her bum, rub and tickle her titties or run your fingers
between her thighs, then have fun.  Just don't hurt her."
   Barb had just given me permission to fondle her baby girl in her trailer
and I was NOT going to disappoint her.  If Megan was going to run around
the trailer naked, then I was going to be around a LOT more than I had
planned on a few hours ago.
   Funny thing!  Little more than a few days ago, I was lusting about
trying to see and touch Julie's titties or taking in the luscious beauty of
her almost bare thigh.  Since she had just given her eighteen month old
daughter permission for me to see and PLAY with her naked daughter, it was
time to see if she's ALSO like to be seen by a horny teenager.
   "What if I wanted YOU to run around the trailer with no clothes on,
Barb? Would you do that for me?"
   "You'd want to see ME run around naked too?"
   "Barb.  Your body is absolutely gorgeous and I'd love to see you with
nothing on the whole time I'm around.  Do you think it might affect Megan
negatively to see you run around with nothing on?"
   "Of course not.  She's seen me naked LOTS of times and it hasn't
bothered her yet.  That might be why she wants for you to see HER without
her diaper on too.  She probably realizes just what effect it has on you to
see me in the buff and she's curious to see if you'd act the same way
around her if SHE'S naked too.  If it were me, I'd be flattered that she
wants you to see her naked and touch her.  It's kind of naughty, isn't it?"
   "All my life, I've been told that seeing ANY girl under eighteen years
old without clothes on was taboo, unless the circumstances required her to
be undressed for the specific activity and nothing else!  Now, you and my
mom are telling me that there's nothing wrong with me looking at and even
holding and touching a little eighteen month old baby girl if I want to.  I
have to admit, I'm more than a little confused!"
   "You silly boy.  You don't get it, do you?  It's alright!  Don't worry
about it, Marty.  Just let it happen and don't get all hung up about it. 
Now shut up and show me how much you like touching a BIG girl!"
   I smiled down at her as I finished pulling my socks and shorts off and
started caressing her breasts and cunny with both hands.  She looked like a
cat in heat as she began to writhe around under my touch, pushing up into
my palms as I touched her most sensitive regions.  Within ten minutes, my
face was between her thighs and I was tonguing her with full force.  Today,
I was not going to let her make me stop and I planned on pleasuring her for
hours.
   Her first orgasm was a fairly quick affair, after which I slowed my pace
and began to draw out every sensation.  I began to get better at making her
orgasms last longer and longer and she could tell I wanted to extend each
one out until one flowed into the next.  She began to relax and accept that
I was going to torture her for the next few hours until I had improved my
technique enough to brag like a rooster first thing in the morning.
   At one point about an hour into our lovemaking, I was able to keep her
in one continuous orgasm for a full forty minutes.  I thought she might
faint, but I wasn't going to quit.  I felt her hands reach for my head, but
she withdrew them and allowed me to continue.  I think she wanted to find
out just how long I could keep going and was thoroughly enjoying herself as
I provided her with wave after wave of sensual pleasure.
   After three hours of face first action, she finally couldn't take any
more and almost ripped my ears off as she tried to pull my face away from
her clitty.  At the outset of her attempt to remove me, I wouldn't allow
her to break my concentration, but as my ear lobes were being separated
from my head, I relented and smiled up at her, my face covered with her
pussy juices and my tongue so sore and cramped that I couldn't talk for ten
minutes.  It didn't matter, since she couldn't talk either.
   Once she got her wits about her, she pulled me up to her face and began
licking her own lubrication from my lips and cheeks.  After she satisfied
herself, she almost scared me when she pushed me over onto my back and
jumped on top of me, pushing her cunny right into my face as she wrapped
her mouth around my meat.  Now it was her turn to torture me and I tried
everything to keep from crumbling under the pressure of absolute sexual
pleasure and bliss.
   Within twenty minutes, she had emptied my balls at least two times and
she was bound and determined to go for more.  That's when I knew I had to
break her concentration, so I began to gently tickle her clitty with my
tongue.  She must have thought I would be worn out, otherwise, why would
she have pushed her pussy into my face.  She didn't notice at first, since
she was thoroughly involved in trying to wear me down and produce yet more
baby juice.
   Soon I was working on her clitty just as hard as I was earlier and had
produced the result that I had hoped for, yet another hip-crunching orgasm,
but this one was unlike any previous one that I have given her before.  She
stopped bobbing up and down on my woody and began to convulse wildly on top
of my body.  Her voice became ragged and hoarse and she gyrated on top of
me as I continued to lick her clitty.  When she finally let go, she almost
bounced herself off of me and the bed and practically howled toward the
ceiling.
   "GET INSIDE ME N-O-W-!-!-!"
   She turned around over the top of me like a merry-go-round and stuffed
as much of my dick in her pussy as she could fit, as if she had taken a
random shot from the hip from fifty feet.  She humped me wilder than she
had in the last couple of days and a few strokes actually hurt!  After ten
minutes of nasty fucking, she let go of one last orgasm and collapsed on
top of me completely spent.
   It felt good to just stay inside her after all the wild humping that she
had done.  I reached around her and filled my hands with her bum and slowly
pushed and pulled, forcing our hip bones into each other and my dick deeper
into her vagina.  It was like being swallowed alive by a hot, silken glove.
   I finally shot one last load into her as I felt my head start spinning
from lack of blood.  We stayed connected like that for another hour, not
moving an inch.  I fell asleep after a few minutes and I think she joined
me soon after.  When we both woke up, Megan was softly crying, calling to
her mother and me, so Barb reluctantly got up and went to see her baby
girl. Within five minutes, she returned with Megan in her arms, still
without her diaper.
   Barb lay Megan down along my left side and went to go take a shower. 
Within two minutes of leaving her with me, Megan began to play with my
deflated woody and returned it to it's full size.  It was a wonderfully
pleasant way to wake up and at first I thought it was Barb that was having
fun with my one-eyed-wooly-worm.  Imagine my surprise when I regained my
senses to see little Megan having fun with my dick.
   At first, I was horrified that Megan was naked next to me, but when I
realized that Barb was occupied with a nice long, hot shower, I returned to
my perverted ways and pulled her on top of me and centered my woody between
her plump legs.  She knew exactly what she was supposed to do and didn't
hesitate a second before she scooted down and began working me between her
legs yet again, pushing my cock into her tiny vagina just as before in the
hall shower.
   Without lubrication, it was exceedingly difficult to enter her, but that
didn't stop Megan.  She pushed and tugged, squirmed and shifted, wiggled
and twisted until she was able to work the head inside.  Within another
three minutes of constant effort, she was finally able to generate enough
lubrication between the two of us to start sliding me in and out of her
tiny love box.
   After another couple of minutes of our coupling, I had to put an end to
it, or I'd be going to jail for sure.  The sound of her mother taking a
long luxurious shower wasn't sure to last long enough for me to achieve
total satisfaction, but then again, having sex with a baby wasn't something
that I most likely could EVER be totally satisfied doing.  After a few
moments of mental torture and increasing guilt, I didn't want to pull out,
but I knew I had to.
   "Megan Honey.  We can't do this when your mommy is home.  We have to
wait until she's gone to work or shopping, okay?"
   She nodded at me, munching on her lower lip as she kept humping me.  I
couldn't resist, so I gave her a couple good thrusts and pushed into her
one last time before I started to pull out.  The last thrust into her was
absolute ecstacy and I wanted to just leave my dick inside her for the next
hour.  I knew better, of course.
   "We need to stop Babydoll.  That's enough."
   As I started to extricate myself from my eighteen month old lover's
pussy, she began to resist my actions and squirmed back down onto me,
working my dick all the way back into her vagina.  She did this two more
times before I finally had enough energy and willpower to pull completely
out of her and lift her off my chest.  She was smiling like the cat that
ate the canary, the little slut actually looking for more ways to fuck me
after I pulled her off my chest.  Now that I got her jets started, it was
going to be almost impossible to shut her down.
   As she sat on my hips slightly forward of the rude pink object that had
stabbed her repeatedly, she turned around part way, lifted her hips
slightly, reached behind her and directed me back inside her.  I didn't
have the ambition to fight her and let her achieve her little victory.  She
was getting pretty good at fucking for an eighteen month old and could
direct my dick into her in so short a time that I was going to have to
watch where my woody was from now on.  Succumbing to her feminine whiles, I
let her bounce up and down on my thighs, until she had a pretty little
orgasm right on the edge of her mommy's bed, thanks in no small part to my
still throbbing woody.  I was finally able to get her up off my dick before
I heard Barb shut off the water to her shower.
   "We need to wait until later Sweetie and then I'll let you have as much
fun as you want, okay?"
   She smiled up at me and puckered her lips in a loving offering of her
affection for me, so I partook of her lips and kissed her gently as I ran
my hands over the front and back of her body, filling my palms with her bum
and vulva.  Megan was becoming more and more aware of how to convince me to
touch and kiss her and how easy it was to fuck me if I would allow it.  She
was now more powerful than any queen that had ever lived and she knew that
if she wanted it, she was going to get my hands, lips, or dick anytime she
felt like it.  I felt as helpless as a little boy in her arms.
   Just as Barb was tossing the shower curtain to the side, I got up and
stumbled to her bathroom and proceeded to get in behind her, leaving the
tiny naked sex monster on the bed by herself.  I had to get away from Megan
while we were both naked, or I would get caught for sure.
   My shower lasted no more than ten minutes, after which I dried off, got
dressed and plopped down on the couch in the living room.  Megan wasted no
time following me out of her mom's bedroom, climbed onto my lap and began
kissing and hugging me, still completely naked.  I fought her off for a
little while until Barb joined us, my face blistering red the moment the
young mother caught sight of her little baby girl doing her best to acquire
any sex she could get from a seventeen year old horny high schooler.  It
was all I could do to hold the naked little toddler far enough away from me
so she didn't press her lips or cunny into me.
   "MY GOODNESS!  You two look like you want to be left alone.  Would you
like for me to go out for a few hours so you can get better acquainted? 
(hee-hee-hee)"
   "Come on Barb.  That's not funny.  If anyone found out that Megan was
acting this way, they'd call the cops and I'd be in jail faster than a cat
falling from the top of the trailer."
   "Oh come on, Marty.  I think it's cute that Megan is trying so hard to
kiss and hug you.  It's so precious I wish I could take a picture."
   "ABSOLUTELY NOT!  That's the quickest way to get me into jail."
   "Why are you so reluctant to show her as much affection as she obviously
wants to show you?"
   "Because I don't want to spend the rest of my life behind bars being
some fat guy's bitch."
   "You don't honestly think anyone would find out, do you?"
   "I see the news and there are guys getting caught all the time having an
illicit affair with a little girl.  I have no desire to be caught fondling
a little girl and end up in jail."
   Thankfully, Barb didn't catch on about my 'getting caught'.  I had no
intention of telling her that I'd already taken advantage of that precious
angel already.
   "Who could possibly see you two in here?"
   "That's beside the point.  Why are you trying so hard to get me to
fondle and molest Megan, anyway?"
   "I'm not TRYING to get you to fondle her.  I just don't want you to be
afraid to touch and hold her, whether she's wearing clothes or NOT.  It's
not fair to treat her differently just because she is or isn't wearing a
silly piece of cloth."
   "Okay!  Fine!  Come here Babydoll.  Come sit on my lap and give me lots
of kisses."
   Megan was overjoyed!  I had finally dropped my barrier and I was now
going to do whatever she wanted, or so she thought.  Once she was nestled
on my lap, I nervously let her hug my neck and kiss me as she had done
before.  This time, her mother was watching us as I kissed her very
dispassionately, my hands never below her waist as I held her still while
she tried her darnedest to smooch passionately.  I DID let the ends of my
thumbs gently caress the tips of her nipples while my little sex toy played
with my lips, but it was more than I could bear in front of Barb so I
stopped before allowing my hormones dictate what my dick truly wanted.
   "See Marty?  That didn't hurt, now did it?"
   "Of course it didn't HURT!  But my nerves are about to shatter from all
the guilt I feel.  I just kissed your baby girl on the lips in front of
you. Doesn't that bother you?"
   "No.  Should it?"
   "Barb!  I'm NOT supposed to kiss your little girl!"
   "Why not Marty?  You love her, don't you?"
   "Well, . . .  yes."
   "She loves you too, doesn't she?"
   "Yeah, I guess."
   "You're not hurting her, are you?"
   "No!"
   "It doesn't seem to bother me, does it?"
   "No and that's what I'm worried about.  If you'll let me kiss Megan,
then what else can I get away with before you finally say 'no more'?"
   "That's pretty unlikely, given your current state of mind.  If you're so
afraid to just kiss her, I doubt you'd have the courage to do anything much
more serious than that."
   (If only you knew, Barb)
   "I need to get ready for school tomorrow, so I better go."
   Without waiting for additional calm discourse, I rose from the couch,
tried to hand Megan to her mommy and began to make my way toward the front
door.
   "Marty, please don't leave like this.  I don't want to make you feel
bad, Honey.  I just don't want you to be afraid to show Megan and me how
much you really love us.  That is, IF you really love us."
   "Barb, I really do and that's what scares me.  I don't want to do
something that will make you so angry with me, that you'll want to see me
dead."
   "What could you possible do that would make me feel that way?"
   "Take advantage of Megan's innocent and tender body.  If I did anything
to make you even THINK I may have hurt her, I have no doubt that you'd call
the cops in a second.  You might even want to forego the cops and shove a
knife straight through my heart."
   "You might be right, Marty, of course.  But how could a few kisses and
some hugs hurt Megan?"
   "It's not the first few kisses and hugs that I'm worried about.  You
know how I am with YOU.  If I love to have sex with you THAT much, how much
resistance do you think I would have if this cute naked little girl kept
jumping on my lap and in my arms?  Barb, I'm trying to be plainly honest
with you.  I'm not sure I could resist her delicious little body if she
kept shoving it into me."
   "Marty, it takes a Hell of a man to admit his greatest weaknesses and
fears.  Just by doing so, you have given me absolutely NO cause for concern
about Megan's safety.  In fact, I think it's kind of cute that you feel
that passionate for her chubby little body.  It shows just how much you
care for her and how much you'd protect her from creeps and perverts for
years to come.  If I caught you running your hands up and down her body,
rub her titties really softly and then gently explore between her thighs,
the most that I would feel is a little jealousy and nothing more.  I just
hope I can keep you well supplied in tits and pussy if you feel that horny
all the time."
   "Well, for now, I think I've had enough to keep my balls aching for at
least a week."
   "A WEEK!  You mean I'm going to have to wait a WEEK before you'll give
me more of your wonderful and rigid toy?"
   "NO!  That's not what I meant.  I hope you'll let me play with you and
tickle your pussy at least once a day and hopefully lots more than that."
   "Well, that's more LIKE it.  I was getting scared I might have hurt you
or something."
   "Not by a long shot!  It's gonna take a lot more that six or seven times
a day to make me not want any more."
   "Okay, but after school tomorrow, would you please hurry over so I can
have some before I have to go to work?  You WILL come babysit Megan while
I'm at work, won't you?"
   "Of course I will.  And you don't need to worry about my being here as
quickly as I can after school.  Practically every day, there is more than
one high school prick teaser that just loves to get me all worked up, just
so she can make fun of me in front of her friends.  Not any more, though!
As soon as the last bell rings, I'm hopping on my bike and I'm headed here.
The only thing I ask is that if you're gonna wear something when I get
here, make sure it's either something naughty or nothing at all."
   "I can do that!"
   "Good!  Now, as much as I'd like to spend the night in your arms, I'm
sure my mom would like to see me graduate before I move in full time."
   "Would you REALLY move in with me, Marty?"
   "I'd be a fool NOT to!  As soon as I'm able and can bring home a decent
paycheck, I'd like to make our relationship a lot more permanent."
   "Is that a proposal?"
   "Not yet . . .  but soon."
   "I'm going to hold you to that Marty.  And I'm sure Megan would love to
have you as her new daddy."
   Barb came over to where I was still holding Megan and wrapped her arms
around us both, kissing me tenderly and gently.  After a few minutes more
of kissing and hugging, I put Megan in Barb's arms and headed out the door.
   When I got home, my mom had so many questions for me that I was sure she
knew what I had been doing with BOTH Barb and Megan.  After a thorough
grilling and a few wise cracks, she let me get ready for school and I was
finally off to bed.
   School on Monday was just like every other one all through the year, but
this time, no matter how many times Julie and her friends tried to get my
attention and tease or torture me, I never gave them the satisfaction and
just ignored them.  They must have thought I had turned homosexual
overnight because I never took advantage of their many offers to let me
look as far up their short skirts during science class as I normally wanted
to.
   When classes were finally out, I practically ran out of the building
toward my bike when Julie and two of her friends stopped me just inside the
front door.  It was obvious they had an agenda, since they conveniently
made it impossible for me to leave.  That's when Julie made me aware of her
confused state.
   "Are you okay, Marty?  You don't seem the same today."
   "What do you mean, Julie?"
   "Well . . .  you seem DIFFERENT somehow."
   "I'm in kind of a hurry right now.  Get to the point, please."
   "Fine!  I tried a dozen times to get you to look at my legs today and
you never once seemed interested.  I even pulled my skirt up and flashed
you my panties to get a reaction and you never once looked.  For you,
that's VERY odd.  What's going on?  Are you trying to play some kind of
sick joke on me?"
   "Not at all, Julie.  My mom and I had a talk this weekend after you
called.  We talked about how girls don't appreciate guys always trying to
touch them or have sex with them all the time.  I finally realized just how
wrong it is for guys like me to make you feel like you're nothing more than
a pair of pretty legs and a GREAT set of titties.  It was wrong for me to
make you feel cheap, and I'll never do it again."
   "You're not talking right, Marty.  What's gotten into you?"
   "Julie, you asked me to tell you, so I did.  What else can I do?"
   "I don't know."
   "Well then, I've gotta go.  See ya!"
   Using very firm but gentle pressure, I delicately pushed my way through
the feminine blockaide and smiled as I calmly and proudly walked toward the
bike racks, where a few of my friends had already gathered.  They had seen
and two of them heard what went on at the entrance to school, all of them
completely incapable of uttering a single sound as I unlocked my bike and
hopped on.
   For the first time in my life, I was finally comfortable enough with a
pretty girl like Julie to tell her just how I really felt, in spite of what
I might have been willing to do little more than a week ago.  If she REALLY
knew what I had been doing last weekend, she'd freak so bad, they'd have to
take her to a mental hospital afterward.  I had no intention of sharing
with her just what really happened anyway, so if she didn't understand what
I was thinking, that's too bad.
   I rode my bike like a motocross racer and got home in half the time it
usually took me.  I said 'Hi' to my mom, changed into my scrubs, did a
couple of chores just to keep my mom happy and was doing my best to get out
of the house like a bullet.  My bewildered mother seemed unable to ask me a
single question before I was headed through the front door.  It was only
after I said something first that her silence was broken.
   "I'll be taking care of Megan again tonight Mom and most likely for a
while, until Mrs.  Miller can find a permanent babysitter.  I'm taking my
books with me so I can do my homework over there, okay?"
   "Alright Marty.  Have fun and kiss Megan for me."
   My mom was smiling so wide at me as I left the house that she looked
happier than ever.
   I was down the street and around the corner in a flash.  Barb must have
seen me coming.  She was standing just inside the doorway behind the
curtains, waiting for me to close the door behind me so we could get right
to our first sex of the night.  We fucked right in the entrance foyer not
more than four feet from the front door.  If anyone had been standing
outside, they would have heard us banging away like a couple of cats
fighting in an old potato sack.
   That was the first time she wanted me to poke her pussy from behind as
she leaned over a low dinner chair and spread her legs apart wide enough to
let me play with her clitty while I rammed her from the back.  It felt
wonderful!  Pushing against her bum was like sitting in an overstuffed
leather couch.  The harder I pushed, the more her flesh conformed to my
hips.
   After we finished our first fuck, I pulled her over to the couch and had
her lay back and present me with her clitty.  I attacked it like a thirsty
man in need of water.  I didn't let her up until she had at least three
successive orgasms.
   I knew she had to leave soon, so I slowed my attack and let her come
back to Earth slowly.  When she finally touched down, her lips were
quivering from excitement and lust.  I knew if I could keep this up, she'd
give me whatever I wanted.
   "Oh, Marty!  I hate that I have to go to work so soon."
   "It's okay Barb.  When you get back, you can look forward to a nice,
slow love making session that'll last at least two hours.  I promise I'll
take my time tonight so you can really enjoy yourself, okay?"
   "I love you, Marty.  I hope that doesn't frighten you."
   "I love you too, Barb and no, it doesn't scare me at all.  I'm just glad
I finally found someone that I'll be able to love and be with for the rest
of my life . . .  if you'll have me after I graduate?"
   "If you keep dropping these partial proposals around, I'm going to make
you keep your word and marry you sooner than you think."
   "You don't have to worry about keeping me around, Barb.  With a body and
soul like yours, I'd be a fool not to want to share my life with you."
   She wrapped her arms around me just like she did the last time I made
her cry.  This time, she didn't cry quite as much.
   While Barb finished getting ready, Megan made herself known, so I went
to her room and picked her up out of her crib.  This time, she was still
wearing her diapers.  I carried her to her mother's bedroom and lay back on
the bed, holding Megan to my chest sitting up.
   Barb and I carried on a conversation as she finished her hair and
makeup, Megan squirming and fidgiting the whole time.  I could tell she was
anxious to do something, but wasn't sure what it was.  I had a pretty good
idea, but wouldn't be sure until about five seconds after Barb left.
   Barb finally made her way to the front door with my free hand up her
dress, tickling along her vulva and urging her to let me push my fingers
back inside her vagina.  With a quick kiss she was down the street and
around the corner.  That's when Megan instantly turned into her alter ego,
'Little Miss Ho-Down'.  Her diaper was off in seconds and she was reaching
for my zipper before I knew what was happening.  I picked her diaper up and
then her, carried her to her mother's bedroom and just let her do whatever
she wanted to.  I promised her I would touch and tickle her as much as she
wanted, but what she wanted right now was to impale herself on my pink
pickle like an infant olive on a martini skewer.
   She was finally able to work my pants and shorts down around my ankles
and off my feet with just a little help from me before I could count to
twenty.  My suspicion that I would turn her into a nymphomaniac was NOT far
off the mark, since she wanted to screw as soon as I was naked from the
waist down.
   I never interfered with anything that she wanted to do and helped only
where necessary.  However, instead of wanting to fuck me silly until her
mommy got home, Megan lowered her face to my dick and began to practice
fellatio with a guy almost sixteen years her senior.
   For the longest time that night, all Megan wanted to do was suck on,
play with and look at my dick.  I truly didn't mind not being able to fuck
her this time, since I'd never been admired and fondled as much before in
my life.  It just so happens that my admirer was a little baby girl
eighteen months old.
   When Barb got home, she found Megan and me laying on her bed, Megan
naked and me with my shorts and jeans returned to their normal location. 
Some time during my sleep-filled haze, I had the good sense to put my pants
on before the young mother arrived.
   Just as I had promised, Barb and I made love for over three hours, my
eyes closed for at least two of those glorious hours.  My older and very
horny partner seemed relentless in her pursuit of pleasure, her naked hips
and silken cunt working me into a frothing mess.  We were both so
incredibly tired by the time I left, but were also very satisfied, just
enough intercourse, masturbation, oral sex and dirty words shared to make
our time alone in the dark extremely gratifying.
   School the next day was a bit more relaxed than usual, a few of Julie's
friends watching me as closely or MORE so than Julie did while we were in
science class the day before.  What seemed a little strange was their
constant attempts at turning their bare or stocking covered legs toward me
when I was looking in their direction, their knees parted just enough so I
was able to look as far between them and straight into Heaven should I
desire to.  Their manners and awareness of their bold actions with so many
of our friends around dictated a measure of caution, each of their offers
of public sexuality held in enough restraint so nobody else might be able
to appreciate what I was being granted.
   I could see it coming the moment each of them thought of the naughty
idea, my hungry eyes wisely diverted and my head turned from what normally
would have been a wonderful sight.  Their constant and willing offers
during each of my classes from then on went completely unappreciated, at
least as far as THEY were concerned.  That is, until science class, when it
was finally Julie's turn to torture me.
   As if we'd been best friends for years, Julie meekly and quietly
whispered a gentle request for me to share my biology book with her, since
she'd left hers at home.  With a supportive and gentle positive response,
she got up and walked straight to our teacher, asking him if he would mind
if we moved to one of the benches at the back of the class so we could
share my tutorial and spread all our papers out on the table.
   The man had absolutely NO clue what was going on, because he granted
Julie her request and began to discuss the finer points of proper
scientific methods when conducting a well thought out experiment.  By the
time Julie was back to her desk, she leaned down to my ear and whispered
for me to join her in the back of the class, all of her personal items
carried with her as she walked toward the collection of wooden bench with
black tops.
   I kept turning my head back and forth between our teacher and Julie, her
hand gesturing me to join her in the back of the class as she mouthed the
words 'Come on!' over and over.
   My feet were finally put into motion after my study materials were
gathered, Julie blushing so brightly I thought the teacher might be able to
see.  It was only AFTER I came around the back side of the bench that I saw
Julie tugging her already short skirt up even more, the tops of her
pantyhose coming into view, the thick dark bands of the upper portion an
obvious indication that I was very close to seeing her panties.  Fortunate
for me, the front of the bench was a sturdy blank slab of poorly painted
wood, our legs and feet safely hidden from view should the teacher or
anyone else choose to turn around.
   In a strange twist of fate, Julie was now beginning to get the
impression that she might have some serious competition from some unseen
female in town, Julie willing only today to grant me a small measure of
tender caresses and soft touches.
   I sat down on her left side, my pencil in my right hand obvious
indication that my hand was going to be occupied and not drop to the top of
her slender thigh.  That's when she whispered for me to change places with
her, whatever reason she offered so lame that I didn't even let it rumble
around in my head for more than two seconds.
   Now seated at my left, Julie made sure I could see her settle into the
hard wooden chair, her hands skillfully working her skirt just high enough
that I could see all of her legs up to, but not including her panties. 
That's when she proceeded to lean very close into my left side, her right
hand around the back of my chair and her right knee pressing along my left
thigh.
   It didn't take more than five more minutes before Julie pressed her
mouth near my left ear and softly whispered words that almost melted my
resolve.  After all this time, now she was asking me to do what I'd been
hungry for all school year.
   "Do you think my legs are pretty, Marty?  You can look at them if you
want to."
   Using as subtle a manner as I had ever practiced before, I slowly leaned
back until I could see the entirety of her pretty high school legs, tightly
ensconced inside a snug pair of light gray pantyhose.
   As I revelled in my good fortune, Julie had the presence of mind to keep
turning each page so we could follow along with our teacher, most of what
we were supposed to learn today nothing more than a careful study of what I
had already imparted to memory with Megan.
   Then, to break my visual reverie, Julie leaned to her right again and
whispered to me, never letting me see her eyes.
   "Marty?  You can touch my legs if you want to.  I don't mind, 'cause
nobody can see."
   I immediately grew suspicious, wondering if she was setting me up for
some kind of horrible fall when I succumbed to my hormonal need and
accepted her offer.  Right at that moment, I saw two of her friends turned
slightly, looking at both of us but completely unable to see how much of
Julie's legs had been uncovered or how close I was to touching them. 
That's when I decided to test her willingness to grant me that much
permission.
   "Julie, you really DON'T want me to do that, do you?"
   She turned and looked at me as if I was covered in black and red
splotches from head to toe.
   When she was eventually able to gain control of her own reflexes, her
head slowly went up and down, a quick look forward to make sure we couldn't
be seen, and then a nervous smile erupted from her face as she nodded
again.
   Having pussy waiting at Barb's house is ONE thing, but refusing a
perfectly willing offer isn't something that any living human male is about
to do!
   Once Julie returned her attention to the book, she wiggled her hips to
her right and made absolutely sure I knew I was at liberty to take a nice
handful, if I was brave enough to.
   I suspected that Julie and her friends thought me a careless brute, only
interested in my own pleasure and not the slightest bit concerned for their
welfare, so with the gentleness I had shown Megan, I shifted my left hand
over my lap and onto her right thigh.  It wasn't high enough up her leg for
me to feel the thick band of darker material that defined the beginning of
'no mans land', so Julie remained calm and stoic as the teacher droned on.
   Using careful and gentle movements, my left hand massaged and caressed
her slender limb as it travelled higher, Julie's breathing getting deeper
and more rapid as each second passed.
   By the time my pinky was little more than a hair's-breath away from her
pantyhose protected cunny, I stopped and maintained a slow but deliberate
massage of her upper thigh.  The poor senior high student was more excited
and anxious than I suspected, because she spread her legs apart just a bit
more and then used her left hand to coax my left up into Heaven.
   With incredibly light caresses, I tickled the front of Julie's body
where her vulva was being protected by two layes of thin material, testing
where her aching clitty might be by running the tips of my fingers back and
forth across her puddy and discovering the top of her tight cleft.
   As soon as I made an accurate determination, I lightly rolled the tips
of my middle and index fingers around where something very excited was
concealed inside, her legs coming apart with increasing hunger and her hips
pushing forward with tremendous need.
   It took little time for me to be absolutely certain I had achieved my
goal, because Julie lost whatever shyness or reluctance she once had and
began to surrender herself to the first orgasm in public she'd ever known.
I had no idea if she'd ever been pleased before in her life, but with her
hips pushing toward the front of the chair and her thighs twitching with
obvious regularity, it wouldn't be long before the inside of her panties
were going to be soaked.
   Now quite comfortable with my own confidence and sexual maturity, I
slowed the action of my naughty digits and then drew them away from her
cunny, Julie absolutely shocked I was not about to finish what I had
started.  Consider what it must have sounded like when she spoke into my
left ear with an almost angry and desperate whisper.
   "MARTY!  YOU DON'T HAVE TO STOP OF YOU DON'T WANT TO!"
   "I'm not making you angry by tickling you like that?"
   "NOOOOOO!"
   Her answer was a bit louder that it was supposed to be, a number of our
fellow students turning around to see what crime I might have committed. 
To prove just how creative my teenaged partner was, Julie used her left
hand to quickly turn a page in our book and then point toward some mystical
piece of scientific information that I had obviously missed.  As soon as
she gesticulated in silence that I was supposed to consider something
written before me, everyone turned back around and our teacher resumed his
lecture.
   "Sorry, Marty, but I really DON'T want you to stop.  Could you do it
just a little bit more, please?  PLEASE?"
   My head bobbed up and down silently as I kept my eyes locked firmly to
the book that we were supposed to be sharing, rather than the sexual
exploits of a seventeen year old and his long-time heartthrob.
   In a bold move, Julie reached over my lap and took possession of my left
hand, tugging it over her right leg and spreading her knees as far apart as
she could under the confines of the bench.  Once she let go, my hand was
resting over her thigh where the darkened band of stretchy material
provided my frequent glances to her legs that I was again entering normally
restricted territory.
   Just as lightly as I had before, I returned to the slow but determined
caresses along the incredibly sensitive nub of her clitty, her orgasm
building inside her body like a dam about to burst.  I kept her right at
the cusp of her release far longer than she expected, wanting to draw out
our first, and possibly LAST sexual adventure.
   Julie was practically totally gone by this time, her awareness of
decency and morality long a thing of the past.  With a slow and confident
series of tickles, I shifted my hand up under her skirt toward her tummy,
hooked my pinky finger down under the snug elastic of her pantyhose and
tugged down slightly.  In a move that took more courage than asking her to
dance in public, I released the tightly restrained material with a soft
<POP> and put my hand back on her warm thigh, waiting for her brain to
process what I'd asked.  I didn't have to wait very long before Julie
looked over to the clock above our teacher's head.
   No additional words were ever exchanged and nothing more need be hinted
at, Julie looking forward over the front of the bench three times as she
used both hands to wrestle her pantyhose and even her PANTIES down.  She
didn't stop until both were about halfway down her thighs.
   I knew it was going to set a potentially dangerous precident, but I had
to do it, so I whispered only loud enough for Julie to hear me.
   "Let me see, please Julie!"
   With incredible resolve, Julie looked around the room, made the
determination that nobody else would ever find out, leaned back into her
chair and tried to spread her legs as far apart as she could while she
tugged her skirt to her waist.
   Before my eyes was a lovely little furry pussy that was aching to be
taken to the heights of Heaven, her cunny so plump and pink.  Oh, how I
desperately wanted to slip down the front of the chair and give her about
ten minutes of tongue torture right there in science class, my newest and
temporary sexual partner willing to let me do anything now.
   Instead, fully aware that class was about to end in less than fifteen
minutes, I slipped my left hand over her partially removed undergarments
and tucked my fingers between her silken thighs.  She let out a quiet moan
as I teased her bare flesh, wiggling my fingers back and forth as I made
the last trip into Heaven for the day.
   It didn't take more than a minute before I was able to locate her
clitty, tug the hood back far enough to expose her nubbin and then roll it
gently around, my excited young partner so thankful that I'd be willing to
give her an orgasm that she resisted nothing from that point on.  Julie was
so ready for her sweet cum that she remained perfectly silent as I bestowed
something to her that I'd been wanting to share with her for months, her
body eventually displaying an appreciation for sexual pleasure that she'd
never been able or willing to allow from another person.
   I kept her peaking for the rest of class, her thighs jerking in rhythmic
pulses and her hips bucking forward with tremendous lust.  At the cusp of
her pleasure, I slipped a lone finger down her slit and teased it inside
her vaginal opening, making soft slurping and popping sounds as I stabbed
at her orifice repeatedly.
   With only five minutes, left, I wiggled the tip of my finger as far
between her plump lips as I could reach and hooked it inside her, rolling
her bare nubbin around with the face of my thumb as I rooted around between
her thighs.
   Her bucking became so animated that I actually had to stop or she'd blow
up, her constant rhythmic undulations no longer hidden or restrained from
anyone that wanted to see what we might be up to.  Julie was completely
lost to hedonistic bliss, her body being fully ensconced in a warm welcome
hormonal embrace that pervaded each and every square inch of her body from
head to toes.
   The clock on the wall above the teacher indicated two minutes left when
I tickled her lips back and forth, pinching each sliver of tender flesh
with only enough force to make her skin distort to my wanton lust, removed
my hand and then cupped a clean napkin that I just happened to have from
lunch over her slickened and perfumed pussy.
   Julie recovered just enough of her composure to see we had little over a
minute left, wiped her naked puddin' with the proffered wipe, worked her
panties and pantyhose back up her lovely legs and tugged her skirt down.
   Just before the bell rang, she leaned toward me and kissed my cheek,
whispering "Thank you!" just loud enough for me to hear.
   I was smug with teenaged pride as we gathered our books, my left hand
taking one last trip between her legs without Julie forcing me to stop, my
fingers travelling all the way to her covered cunny with absolutely no
resistance from my young and nervous partner.  She even spread her legs
further apart than I thought she might, letting me get a nice handful
before she nervously brushed my arm back down so she could rise out of the
chair and go to her next class.
   My cock was so hard and my urge to fuck something so strong that I
almost couldn't walk to my next class, my books held carefully in front of
me as I stumbled toward the boys bathroom.  It didn't take more than five
strokes before I unloaded into the commode.
   The rest of the day went just as all the other ones before, except for a
few cupped mouths belonging to Julie's friends whispering secrets that were
never to be revealed to me or any other male student.  Julie and I
exchanged glances and smiles twice that afternoon, both times her face
erupting into a blaze of a crimson blush and her eyes averting mine.
   Just before I made my escape after the last class, Julie cornered me
next to my locker, which thankfully was perpendicular to the hallway so
very few people could see us talking.
   "Marty?"
   "Yeah, Julie?"
   "I, uh . . .  "
   "Are you mad at me for touching you like I did Julie?  I'm sorry I kept
tickling you for so long, but you seemed to like how it felt so I just kept
rubbing and touching you as if you were enjoying it.  I guess I shouldn't
have done that, huh?"
   "NO, NO, NO!  It felt W-O-N-D-E-R-F-U-L!  It's just that, I don't know
if we should do that again, 'cause we might get caught."
   Yet again, she was trying to dominate me by convincing me that SHE was
the one in control, my supposedly brutish hormones incapable of resisting
the next opportunity to touch and tickle her soft teenaged cunny whether we
were in class or alone in the dark.  Imagine her surprise with my response.
   "I understand, Julie.  Maybe we should wait until we both grow up a
little more before we do anymore sex stuff like that.  Besides, you
probably wouldn't want me to give you tickles like that everyday, 'cause it
might make your insides all tingly for hours and hours.  I'm sure you think
that's pretty nasty, huh?  I promise I won't try to do anymore nasty stuff
with you anymore Julie.  You're too nice a girl for a guy like me to touch
like that anyway.  Guys like me aren't usually smart enough to be careful
with such a lovely and precious gift such as yours, so maybe it would be
better if we just pretended that nothing ever happened, okay?"
   All she could do was look at me as if I was turning a rainbow of colors
right in front of her.  Now that I got her rockets started, she half
expected me to be so hungry and want to help her reach orbit as often as I
possibly could whenever 'I' wanted it.  Instead, I was accepting her
request for gentle restraint, much to her dismay and far from the goal she
had originally set out for me when she coaxed me to remain near my locker.
   Once she was completely confused, I applied the coup de gras and then
softly smiled.
   "Next time, maybe you need to ask our science class teacher if you
should use an extra book from the closet rather than share mine at the back
of class.  I'll bet you'd feel pretty uncomfortable sitting back there with
me 'cause I might want to tickle your special place all through class until
you got that nice tingle feeling all up and down your insides.  I promise
I'll behave and keep my hands where they belong from now on."
   Poor Julie just stood there as I stuffed my books in the locker, closed
it and headed down the hall toward the bike-stand.  She never saw me
grinning from ear-to-ear as I got on my bike and pedalling like mad toward
home.
   The next day at school, I was being watched by almost all the girls and
a few of the guys as if I'd forgotten to put my jeans on before leaving the
house.  I wouldn't know why they were watching me until I received a soft
request from one of Julie's rivals just before I walked all the way through
the door to science class.  It was Shirley, a dark-haired beauty that
didn't belong to the group Julie had intense control of.  If I didn't know
better, I was about to be tested by yet another of my classmates, someone
that might have heard rumors of what had happened the day before and was
anxious to see if they were true.
   "Marty?  Can 'I' sit with you at the back of class today?  I forgot my
book."
   NOT AGAIN!  I smiled at her but didn't answer, assuming it was nothing
more than a ploy to embarrass or humiliate me.  I hadn't even made it to my
normal desk chair before I got a long hard stare from Julie and her
friends, one of them looking as if she was about to ask me for the same
priviledge Shirley had petitioned for.
   The pretty young thing that was a leutenant in Julie's club had
intentionally left her book in her locker and was about to get up and make
her way toward me when her motions were stopped short.  Our science teacher
was a lot more clueless than I thought he'd be, an obvious request from him
before class started for me to join him at his desk.  Julie's friend
watched in horror as I walked to the front of class and spoke quietly with
our teacher about something that had everyone struggling to overhear.
   "Martin?  Since you're doing so well in class, would you mind helping me
with a few of the other students or studying with them at the study benches
if they need your help?  I got a request from Shirley Striplay just a
moment ago for some help with today's chapter, and I'd really consider it a
personal favor if you'd be willing to go study with her."
   "SURE, Mister Masready.  I'll take my stuff to the bench furthest away
from the front of the class so I don't interfere with your lecture today."
   "Good boy!  Thanks for your help, Martin."
   Everyone in the room watched me leave the front of the room, my books
lifted back into my control when I was close enough to my desk and my feet
carrying me toward my newest study location.  Without a single sound within
the classroom to disturb my progress, I walked to the single study bench
that was nestled in a niche that was wide enough for only one of the six
worktops that was completely protected along three sides.
   The bench that Julie had selected the day before was now one row between
me and the rest of the class, everyone watching wide-eyed as I took a seat
along the right side along the back, against the wall and again, safely out
of visual range from anyone else.
   "Miss Striplay?  Would you come here, please?"
   Mr.  Masready's obvious request for her presence stole the class'
attention away from me, her feet nervously carrying her toward his desk and
her face filled completely with a deep red crimson blush.  Less than a
dozen words were spoken to her, a look of shame or humiliation giving my
classmates the impression that she'd committed some heinous crime.
   Once his speech or lecture was finished, she nodded, walked back to her
desk, picked up her purse and a single notebook and seemed to be in enough
trouble to need to relocate her body toward the principal's office.  Julie
and all of her friends were ecstatic at their rivals' obvious punishment,
smiling and whispering behind cupped mouths as Shirley silently tended to
her task.
   Julie's leutenant, the same one that volunteered with her other friends
to join me at the back of class was just about ready to get up and go ask
our teacher if SHE could sit with me when Shirley had finished collecting
her things.  Imagine their surprise when Shirley walked down the aisle
right alongside Julie toward the back of the room, an intense smile coming
from the young woman as she walked stately in my direction.
   Every eye was on her as she wended her way beyond the neatly ordered
desks and then beyond the remaining workbenches, Julie's rival carefully
and delicately taking the seat right next to where I was sitting.  It was
only Mr.  Masready's voice that broke the silence, his duty to instruct his
students in the way of science as Shirley nestled into a hard wooden chair
to my left.
   It was difficult for Julie and her friends to pay attention to her
teacher with me and Shirley quietly hidden at the back of the class,
Julie's domain and authority now in deep jeopardy with their territory
being violated.  I had no idea schoolroom politics was so intense at the
time, and to be honest, I truly didn't care.
   The moment Shirley settled into her chair, she leaned into me and
whispered something that I never thought I would ever hear.
   "Martin?  Is it true that you know how to make a girl feel nice?"
   "Mmm hmmm."
   That's all the provocation she needed, her left hand helping to hold my
book open between us on top of the bench as her right hand slipped over my
left thigh.  Instead of touching my tightly constrained woody like I
thought she might, she tugged herself closer to me and pressed her right
leg against my left, gently but firmly pulling against my left hand.
   It didn't take me more than half a minute before I was softly stroking
up and down along the length of her full thigh, going no higher than the
bottom hem of her dress.  It was plainly obvious to her that I wasn't about
to just dive right in, so she looked over the top of the bench and studied
every movement around the room before she acted, her left AND right hands
dipping under the bench-top and working her dress all the way to her waist,
her desire for complete and unrestricted access for a nice tingle forcing
her to pull her dress completely out from under her bum and off her legs.
   As soon as her uncovered bummy was resting on the warm wooden chair, she
worked her thumbs into the waistband elastic of her tights and panties,
working them down and completely off under the protection of the workbench.
Once she was totally nude from her tummy to her toes, she stuffed her
undergarments into her purse and brought her left hand back to the top of
the book we were supposed to be studying.  My heart was racing in my chest,
aware that Shirley had stripped her tights and panties off right there next
to me, her desire for me to touch her so obvious even 'I' could see it. 
That's when I issued a quiet request to her, one that I had given to Julie
the day before.
   "Let me see, Shirley."
   "Marty?"
   "Yeah?"
   "Promise you won't make fun of me . . .  you know, when you see me?"
   "I promise I won't say anything about the way you look, Shirley.  It
isn't polite for a guy to say things about the girl he's being sweet to, to
anyone, EVER!"
   "Thanks, Marty.  I never knew you were so sweet, before."
   "Just remember that if I do anything that makes you feel even a LITTLE
uncomfortable, Shirley, I want you to tell me to stop and I will.  I don't
want to make you feel bad or humiliate you in any way, okay?  I'm not about
to ruin such a lovely gift from such a pretty and very brave young woman."
   Shirley blushed again, her downturned face and smile so precious, it was
as if she was less confident about what I was about to do than ever before.
To add to her experience, I spoke another few very carefully chosen words.
   "Will you promise to tell me to stop if I scare you?"
   All she did was nod slightly and smile, leaning slightly harder into me
as evidence of her desire for me to continue.  She then leaned back against
the chair, holding her dress up and out of the way for me to finally look
at what she'd been protecting for so long.
   The moment I saw her, I wanted to moan.
   Her snatch was still completely hairless and exquisitely plump.  Her
lips were almost as full as Barb's and looked as soft as Megan's, my desire
to melt under the desk and to the floor so strong, I almost did it.  I knew
Shirley would let me tongue her, but also knew that everyone was trying
desperately to see what was going on at the back of the room.
   Wanting to give her the most in public praise, I leaned into her and
pressed my mouth directly over her right ear, words about to spill forth
that I NEVER thought I'd say while sitting in my science classroom.
   "Ohhhh, Shirley.  You look sooooo HOTTT!  You shouldn't be even SLIGHTLY
embarrassed about how you look, Angel, because I think you look so
incredibly beautiful, I'd want to give you about an hour's worth of soft
tingles."
   Shirley actually whimpered after I finished, her mouth quivering and her
body trembling.  It was the perfect thing to tell a nervous and horny
teenager, her right hand tugging on my left so I could hurry up and get
busy.
   With the confidence of an adult lover but the wisdom of where I was, I
slowly teased my digits up her soft limb until my fingertips were lightly
caressing her naked pussy.  She was so close to release the moment I began
to slip my middle finger between her tight lips, I was sure she'd moan out
load.  Just as I was beginning to apply light pressure to her clitty, I
leaned into her and whispered again.
   "Just relax, Shirley.  I promise I won't go too fast or press too hard,
okay?  Just relax and let all the nice feelings come.  I'll make it last as
long as I can before class is over.  Before anyone sees what we're doing,
I'll help clean and dry you up and then we'll put your tights and panties
back on so you won't look bad to any of our friends."
   She let out a long sigh, relaxed and pushed her hips slightly forward,
anxious for me to finish her off.  Her thighs began to twitch and body
comvulse less than a minute later, her cum so easily achieved, I wasn't
sure whether to be proud or ashamed.  It didn't seem to matter to either of
us, the next thirty minutes spent in the quiet solitude of the back of the
classroom with my fingertips and thumb giving Shirley one continuous
orgasm.
   I got to slip my middle finger down as far between her fat cunny-lips as
I dared, Shirley about to stop me by clamping her thighs together, but she
didn't.  It was almost as if she NEEDED for me to discover something about
her that might prove to be dangerous.
   The instant the tip of my longest digit felt her maidenhead, I stopped
pushing inward, a gentle series of light caresses against the strong
membrane just the thing a high school senior virgin deserves as the last of
her cum travels up and down her body.  It was the perfect thing for me to
do, her body pushed to a new plateau of sexual heights as I began to
withdraw my nasty finger and return it to her nubbin.
   Shirley was actually very disappointed when I took my fingers, thumb and
hand away from her sweet hairless glory, her desire for more so strong,
she'd have preferred we stay after class and finish our 'homework' in
private.
   Having brought along a small bundle of tissues and a soapy wipe in one
of those metalized plastic envelopes, I wiped her cunny dry and clean, my
fingers, thumb and hand the same way and then pulled her tight to my side.
I couldn't actually give her a PROPER hug, but the one I supplied was still
appreciated.
   it took a few minutes for us to get her tights and panties back on, but
once reinstalled and her dress pulled back down, I turned slightly sideways
in my chair and pressed my mouth against her ear, as if I was trying to
school her in some aspect of science or biology that didn't need to be
shared with anyone else.  Even with a number of our fellow students eager
to look at what might be going on behind them, I never pulled away, even
our teacher able to see me whispering into Shirley's ear.
   "Please listen to me very carefully, Shirley.  This is very important
and something that will mean a lot to you and your future.  From now on,
please be very careful who you let touch and tickle you like that, because
most guys wouldn't have the decency to keep his mouth shut about just how
incredibly lovely you look and just how soft you feel.  Your virginity is
very precious and should be saved for that special man that you marry, so
please don't be tempted to give it to just anyone that asks or tries to
convince you that he deserves it more than your TRUE lover.  I was willing
to touch you, give you all those wonderful tingles and that sweet cum
because I think you needed to know just how special it could be.  You see,
I've been watching you secretly for a long time, pretending that I wasn't
interested in you so Julie and her friends wouldn't bother you.  Now that
you know how much fun this could be and how horny I am for your soft cunny,
you need to be MUCH more careful about who you let touch you again, even
me. If we had the chance to be all alone somewhere for a lot longer, I
might be foolish enough to hurt you by talking you into making love with me
so I could show you how wonderful fucking can be.  Please don't let ANY-one
do that, Angel, because you're just too special for that, okay?  Please be
very careful and protect what means more to me than you'll ever know."
   Even as I was trying to convince my horny science-partner to preserve
her virtue for a man that I'd never meet, my left hand had snaked back
between her legs and was lightly caressing her twat, her legs as far apart
as she could get them and her hips urging forward with the same level of
urgency as before.  She was so close to another cum, it would have taken
very little for me to finish her off, but class was about to end.
   "Will you promise to protect this tender little jewel for me . . .  AND
for the man that you'll eventually marry?"
   Shirley actually started to cry right there, her left hand pushing mine
into her cunny so hard, it began to hurt.  She was torn between letting me
have complete and total access to her naked body, and to protect her
chastity until her wedding night.  She wiped her eyes dry before anyone
could see what I'd stirred in her soul, my hand permitted to stay tightly
locked between her legs for as long as I wanted until the bell rang.  Even
then, Shirley clamped her thighs together in an attempt to keep me right
where I wanted to be.
   It was only our teacher's presence a few moments later that convinced
Shirley to let me withdraw my hand, his desire to determine if I'd been as
much help to one of his students as he had hoped.  In a complete reversal
of outward emotions, Shirley smiled and nodded at our instructor, telling
him repeatedly that I had done more for her during that one class period
than at any time all year.
   Mister Masready was incredibly pleased I had served his needs well, and
I was grateful he never found out that I'd fingered my SECOND senior high
virgin in his class.
   Neither Shirley nor I ever said a word to anyone about what we'd shared,
even her friends unable to tease anything out of her after school had been
let out.  Apparently, she was going to heed my warnings to protect what I'd
taken from an eighteen month old, the high school senior much more likely
to get pregnant should one of my fellow male students have the opportunity
to coax Shirley into the back of a car.
   Julie was never able to say a word to me for the rest of the day, her
friends scouting on my every move and taking note of any girl I might have
talked to or touched.  None of them ever got any chance to report any
mischevious activities back to their leader, my hands and eyes to remain on
my schoolwork until the last bell sounded and I took off toward my bike. 
Julie had wanted to query me about my unseen wanderings along the back of
science class, but wasn't able to break away from her troupe before I was
through the front door, unlocked my ride and was long gone.
   I had a short visit with my mom, chatting with her about helping one of
my fellow students in science class, even going the extra mile and telling
her it was Shirley Striplay.  She beamed at my willingness to help someone
else, my maturity slowly peeking through the haze of teenaged insecurity
and naivete.  After we had a quick supper, she gave me her blessing to take
care of Megan and even to visit with Barb when she got home, a sense of
ease about seeing her son taking on new and more adult responsibilities
making her proud.
   If she had known what my hands, fingers, lips, tongue and dick had been
into, she'd have shoved a steak knife into my chest.  I changed, grabbed my
bike and was pedalling down the road like an olympic athelete less than an
hour after getting home.
   Barb had no idea I was gonna fuck her silly when I showed up, bending
her over the back of the couch and humping into her sweet cunny for about
thirty minutes.  Then, remembering what it looked like to see Julie and
Shirly pull their pantyhose and panties down for me, I turned Barb over and
did her again, fucking her like a madman as I looked right into her amazed
and appreciative eyes.  She never said a word about my desire to ravage her
until we were both taking a hot shower together.
   "I think I'm gonna love seeing you come walking up my steps from now on,
Marty.  You have so much fire inside your energetic body that I can't
imagine a young teenager able to handle all of your enthusiasm.  I hope
you've broken all the young hearts you ever wanted to, because if you're
not careful, I'm gonna keep you for myself."
   "Would you be mad at me if I wanted to break a few more, Barb?"
   "GOSH, NO!  I'd just LOVE to imagine all those innocent little high
school girls being the center of your enthusiasm at school, just so you
could come home to me and fuck my brains out all night.  As far as I'm
concerned, tease and tickle as many of those poor little girls as you want
to, and then bring all that pent up frustration to me so I can let it all
out in private with MY body."
   Even though we'd gotten cleaned up and she was trying to get away so she
could go to work, she still let me fuck her one more time, with a LITTLE
resistance to make it fun.  We got her cleaned up a second time and then
she began to genuinely prepare for her time away from home in public.
   Barb and I got her things ready so she could go to work once again,
Megan certain to interrupt us just as I was pushing my face between Barb's
thighs from behind while she was doing the last of her makeup.
   I didn't want to make my youngest girlfriend unhappy, so with a few well
placed licks, I gave Barb a quick orgasm so she'd be anxious to come home
and cum at home.  Still naked, I left the bathroom and Barb's bedroom in
time to see my little angel ripping at her diaper and needing a nice long
hug.  She got one the moment I leaned over the edge of her crib, lifting
her naked body into my arms and slipping at least two naughty fingers where
they shouldn't have gone.  Megan didn't seem to mind one little bit!  I
knew it might set a bad precident if her mother caught me fingering her, so
I slipped Megan's diaper back up her legs and took her to see her mommy.
   As Barb continued to get ready, Megan and I watched from the bed, my
hand only briefly going between the baby girl's chubby thighs and tickling
at her cunny when Barb was turned away.  Megan was thrilled the whole time,
looking at her mommy and me as if the child was the most loved little thing
in the world.
   In about fifteen minutes, Barb and I were kissing and she was off to
work.  Now it was time for me to vent some frustration on a horny and sexy
little baby girl.
   I carried my youngest lover back to her mother's bed and sat down after
undoing my jeans and letting them and my shorts fall to the floor.  It
didn't take Megan more than two seconds to realize I was just as naked as
she was, her chubby little hands trying to reach for the object of her
need, my intense desire to fuck her so strong, I was growing a little
careless.  That's when I remembered to take my time, Megan just as anxious
for lots of sex, but much more tender and able to be despoiled if I let my
passions rule my body.
   Still seeing my science partners pulling their pantyhose and panties
down in my mind and the exquisite similarity Shirley and Megan's cunnies
had, I began to kiss Megan, teaching her and learning at the same time.  It
was just enough of a distraction for both of us, her tiny eighteen month
old body resting calmly on my lap.
   She worked herself higher on my thighs and began scooting forward until
my dick was directly under her cunny.  Instead of just sticking it in like
she tried the first time, she held it around the middle and began working
the tip back and forth along her vulvar cleft until there was adequate
lubrication to allow for entry without any pain.  She was servicing me like
a pro and I was completely enjoying myself.
   She finally felt that we both had enough lubrication and she began
working me into her vagina a little at a time.  Within a few strokes, I had
again bottomed out inside her.  Tonight, I wanted to make the first one
last as long as possible, so I pulled her forward and held her chubby body
next to mine as I gently munched on her lips.  I took complete control of
this lovemaking session, pushing and pulling with just enough force and
speed to exaggerate our contact.
   She kept pushing her hips into me with the lusty abandon of a true
sexual addict, humping me just like her mother.  Every time she tried to
increase the speed or frequency of our coupling, I held her hips and slowed
her down until we were almost not moving, my dick stuffed nastily inside
this little eighteen month old slut.  She finally figured out what I wanted
her to do and she presented herself to me without any resistance.  She
slowly pushed her hips into mine until she could feel the tip of my woody
push against her still underdeveloped cervix.  I pulled her face to mine
and began softly kissing her and sucking her lips into my mouth, tickling
her tongue with mine.
   As hard as it was to believe, I was making love to a tiny baby girl with
the same amount of passion and lust as when I was with her mother.  She
never seemed to be afraid or apprehensive about my defiling her infant body
with my mouth, hands and dick.  We stayed locked in our passionate, sexual
embrace for four hours before she began to squirm around on top of me, as
if to let me know that she was beginning to get uncomfortable in this one
position.
   I pulled my cock out of her well worn pussy and rolled her off of me
onto her mother's bed.  When she was laying on her back next to me, she
smiled and reached for my face, pulling me back toward her for yet more
kisses.  I leaned over her and resumed my lingual contact as I began
fingering and caressing her vagina and clitoris.  Ten minutes more and I
had shifted my hips toward her and reinserted my dick into her honey pot.
She never resisted my continued desire to fuck her for another hour or two
and just lay back and accepted my immoral sexual advances.
   I don't know how many times I filled her pussy with baby juice, but
around two thirty in the morning, she was getting so tired she started to
yawn right in the middle of our kissing.
   "I think it's time we got you all cleaned up and ready for bed, Angel."
   She yawned once more and stretched, pushing alluringly against my hips,
forcing me into her very hard, one last time for the night.  I pumped into
her a few more strokes and let loose one last blast.  Well, it wasn't
REALLY a blast.  More like a weak hiccup.  But it felt good anyway.
   I picked her up, took her to the hall bathroom and cleaned us both up.
She was back in her crib and sleeping like a nymphomaniac-angel in no time.
While she slept, I kept fondling and caressing her nipples, pushed the
other hand inside her diaper while I fingered her clitty and vagina.  She
never stirred.  As difficult as it was to accept, she was now used to all
of the physical contact that I was bestowing upon her.  It didn't matter
where my hands went or how often I touched her, she tolerated and enjoyed
all of my caresses and ministrations.
   Barb got home about an hour after I had put Megan to bed and again found
me in her room touching and caressing her soft body.
   "You really DO love her, don't you Marty?"
   "Yes, I do.  I just can't seem to stay away from her.  She's become part
of me and I don't think I'll ever be able to get her out of my heart and
mind."
   "Was Megan a good girl tonight?"
   My mind was swimming of all sorts of ideas and answers to her quesion.
The most direct one seemed right.
   "She was a VERY good girl tonight, but she kind of scared me a little."
   "What do you mean, Marty?"
   Even though I couldn't see her face, I could tell Barb was starting to
look very worried.
   "Tonight, she took her diaper off after you left and she wanted to play
tickle games.  Since I was pretty tired, I took her to your bed so I could
lay down and play with her and tustled with her for a while.  She about
scared me to death when she hopped up on my hips and started to hump me
just like she knew what she was doing.  I stopped her immediately, and
gently lay her on her back to my side, but she hopped back up on my hips
and started doing it again.  Within ten minutes she was off and on me five
more times and the last time, she undid my jeans and reached inside and
tried to grab my woody.  I remembered what you told me about how she might
just be trying to see what kind of reaction she would get and that I
shouldn't be too concerned.  Out of curiosity more than anything else, I
wanted to see what she might do if I left her alone and she actually pulled
my dick out and began to rub herself with it.  I was so scared, I almost
yelled at her, but I caught myself and just lifted her off and got dressed.
I took her to the livingroom, since maybe she associated the bed with sex
and after we sat down, she started doing it again.  Pretty soon, it was
like a game to her and she never let up until I started tickling her tummy
and chest.  I didn't think anything of it at the time, but last Saturday
night when I was checking her diaper fairly early in the evening, I thought
it would be a good idea to see if she would be able to use the commode,
rather that fill her diaper.  I took her diaper off and put her on the
seat, just far enough back to have a clean shot in the bowl and she went
pee and pinched off a stinky.  She was so proud, she looked like she was
going to light up the room with her smile.  Then she surprised me as I was
wiping her butt and cunny and she said 'Pussy!' real loud.  After I wiped
her clean, I knew I had to wash her so I put her in the tub and she started
to diddle herself and said 'Tickle' just as loud.  I hope you're not mad at
me for telling you this.  I knew it would be important for you to know what
she was doing."
   Barb stood behind me, breathing heavily, not saying a thing.  When she
finally spoke, her voice was almost imperceptable.
   "Marty, I need to tell you something and I want you to be as open minded
as you possibly can be."
   I could tell by the softness and tone of her voice that what she was
about to tell me was much more difficult than just about anything she'd
ever said to me so far.  Little did I know she was about to shock the Hell
out of me.
   "Remember when you said that I might be angry with you and call you a
pervert pedophile if I found out you were touching my baby girl's trickle?"
   "Uh . . .  yeah?"
   "Marty . . . . .  I'm a pedophile and I've been playing with Megan since
she was born.  I was the one that taught her to say 'tickle' and 'pussy'
and showed her where to put her fingers to make herself feel good.  I've
been finger and tongue fucking her for months now and I can't stop.  I love
to have sex with both her AND you and hope that you won't be too freaked
out about what I've just told you."
   She waited for a few seconds and then continued, my mouth hanging open
in surprise.
   "If you're upset with me, then just let me move away quietly and I won't
say anything about you and me to anyone.  I'll even give you some money if
it will help keep your mouth shut about this.  If anyone finds out that I
like to have sex with my little girl, they'll take her away from me, put
her in some terrible foster home and put me in jail.  Please don't say
anything to anyone, PLEEEEEEEASE!"
   She started to cry almost uncontrollably, holding me tighter and
tighter. It was breaking my heart to hear her cry, so I knew it was time to
come clean and make a confession of my own.  My older lover was just about
to hear words that might be more reassuring to her than any mother might
ever imagine.
   "Barby, I need to tell you something too.  But first, you need to stop
crying, okay?"
   "Oh-huh-oh-huh-ohhh-kay."
   She stopped most of her sobs, and they turned to deep breaths instead.
   "What I'm about to tell you is the truth and I'm also taking a big
chance telling you, since if you wanted to, you could have me thrown in
jail too.  I've been touching and tickling and licking Megan's cunny too.
It started Friday night when I changed her the first time and cleaned her
up in the bathtub.  She seemed to enjoy me putting my hands and fingers on
her tiny little cunny so much that I just couldn't stop myself and I kept
touching her over and over.  I then started to play little games with her,
trying to see if she really liked me touching her or if she was just
tolerating my sick little advances.  Every time I tested her and tried to
determine if she really liked to be played with and have her cunny diddled
over and over, she kept convincing me that she really did!  I finally
tickled her cunny with my tongue and she really started to enjoy it. 
That's when she said 'tickle' the first time.  After that, I just started
doing whatever I wanted to, as long as I didn't hurt her or she didn't mind
what I was doing.  Saturday evening, she even did her best to give me a
baby blow job as I finger fucked her and I never even tried to stop
anything she did from then on.  I've sucked and played with her titties,
stuck my fingers in her pussy and her butt, had her suck and lick my dick
and touched her all over, including the most PERSONAL of physical contact
between a man and a woman."
   There!  It was out.  Now we were even.  If I was going to jail, so was
Barby!
   I waited for her to start beating me, scream and want to call the cops,
but she did nothing.  Five minutes went by before she said or did anything
at all, holding me just as firmly as she did while she was making HER
confession.  When she finally began to speak, I was sure she was going to
give me instructions for how she was going to kill me.
   "You don't think I'm some kind of sick pervert for playing with my own
daughter, Marty?  You're not shocked at my depraved behavior?"
   "Of course not.  I've known about parents wanting to play with their
children for years.  One of my uncles got caught screwing his daughters and
he had been doing that since they were little girls.  He didn't get caught
until they were in high school.  One of them got pregnant and there was no
way that anyone else could have done it since they both went to an all girl
school.  There wasn't even a male janitor there.  I mean it was an ALL GIRL
school.  He finally admitted doing it and then spilled the beans about
having sex with them since they were little girls.  If she hadn't gotten
pregnant, nobody would ever have found out.  My cousins and I used to play
doctor all the time and they NEVER told me anything about their dad
teaching them everything they were teaching ME.  I wanted to poke them too,
but I was too scared to do it, even when they wanted me to.  I just liked
to touch their pussies and kiss them and play with their titties."
   "So, you're not going to call the cops or tell anyone about me and
Megan?"
   "No way!  If you don't mind me playing with her pussy and screwing you,
then why should I ruin a good thing and tell anyone ELSE about it?"
   "Oh, Marty!  You can screw me anytime you want to and you can touch and
suck and play with Megan's pussy as much as you want.  I'll do anything you
want and I'll teach Megan to give you whatever you want, whenever you want
it.  We'll make you the most satisfied man in the world.  You can have sex
anytime you want to, for as long as you want, with either or even both of
us."
   "Are you sure, Barb?  Do you really mean that?"
   "Yes I do!  If you want to start having sex with Megan, then just start
slow.  She's very curious and likes to have me finger fuck her a lot, so it
won't be hard for you to start having sex with her very soon."
   "You wouldn't mind if I FUCKED Megan?"
   "NO!  As long as you didn't hurt her or make her scared of having sex,
you could do it as often as she'd let you."
   "Barb?  I need to be honest with you . . .  "
   "YOU HAVE ALREADY . . .  ?"
   "When I gave her that bath Sunday, I got really soaped up and she just
started humping me and was able to push my dick inside her with very little
resistance.  Before I knew it, we were banging away just like you and I do.
We've had sex about four times now and she's gotten so hungry for it, she
just won't quit pestering me until she's got me all the way inside her and
is bobbing up and down like a little windup play toy.  Now that I've told
you, I'll bet you're going to rip my head off and call the cops, aren't
you?"
   She stood there and didn't move or say a word.  She just watched me
touch and fondle Megan.
   "Does she enjoy having sex with you as much as you do with her, or as
much as I do with you?  Please be honest with me, Marty.  I'm going to find
out anyway."
   "I truly believe she does, Barb.  Everytime we make love, she smiles and
coos and wants to kiss me over and over.  She also loves for me to play
with her titties and nipples while we're screwing and she absolutely
giggles the whole time."
   I waited until she had a chance to digest the entirety of what I had
just told her.  I was certain she would go ballistic once the seriousness
of what I told her sunk in.  She just pushed her body into mine and reached
around me and undid Megan's diaper and pulled it down her legs.  When her
diaper was all the way off, Barb reached up to Megan's pussy and began
fondling Megan and pushing her adult fingers between her little girl's
labia lips, until the horny young mother found the infant's tight vagina
and then started to finger fuck her in front of me.
   It was erotic to see Barb finger her little girl in front of me and I
loved every minute of it.  I could tell she found her hymen missing and
pushed her finger into her baby girl even farther.  Barb's soft moan was
confirmation that she was enjoying being able to finger fuck her daughter
properly for the first time.
   Barb then reached around my hip with her other hand and pushed it inside
my jeans, grabbing my dick and massaging it gently.  I moved my hand from
Megan's tummy down to her clitty and began to massage her softly.  Megan
woke up, yawned, stretched, opened her legs wider and then said 'TICKLE
PUSSY' real loud.
   "I really love my little baby girl.  She's so soft and willing.  I'm
glad you like to play with her just like I do.  I makes me feel better
knowing that I don't have to hide my relationship with her from you.  Now
that you know what I like to do with Megan, it'll be much easier for her to
be running around naked and jumping on either you or me for sex."
   Barb got quiet for a few seconds and then shocked the Hell out of me.
   "Marty?  I want to see you make love to Megan."
   "YOU DO?"
   "Uh-huh.  And if I can convince her to do it right now, would you?"
   "She's kind of tired right now, Barb.  Why don't we wait until
tomorrow?"
   "You're right.  It's just I'm kind of horny thinking about you humping
my little girl.  My mind is flying with all sorts of images of you two
banging away on my bed.  As far as I'm concerned, you can make love to her
as much as you do with me.  I know she'll appreciate the constant attention
you'll give her."
   As we both fingered and fondled Megan, we got more and more horny for
sex, until Megan broke our concentration on her tiny cunny.
   "Low me Maw-tee!"
   "Baby Girl?  You want Marty to make love to you right now?"
   "TICKLE PUSSY!"
   "Well, it looks like you're wrong, Marty.  She might be a bit more
willing than you think she is.  How about if we all go to our bed and you
two start fucking like little horny rabbits?"
   "You really don't mind, Barb?"
   "Hell NO!  I'd love to see my baby girl get poked by that wonderful toy
of yours.  Now let's go!"
   She let go of Megan's pussy and headed out of Megan's bedroom and into
her own.  Her clothes littered the way from one room to the other, until I
saw her panties hanging from the ceiling fan as it slowly turned around and
around.
   With Megan naked in my arms, I was able to rub and touch her body as I
carried her into her mother's bedroom and sat Megan down on the bed.  Just
as I let go, Barb came out of her bathroom smiling, truly anxious to see me
plunge my dick inside her little baby girl.
   She undressed me as I stood next to the bed, until I was completely
naked and my dick bobbed up and down with each heartbeat.
   "May I suck on it before you get started with Megan, please?"
   "Sure!"
   Barb knelt down in front of me and began to slowly wank me with her lips
and tongue, until before too long, I could feel my balls tighten and I
blasted a load into the back of her throat.
   DAMN, that felt good, but with my balls empty, how was I going to fuck
her little girl and get it over with in just a few minutes?
   "Why did you do that?  Now it's going to take me for-EVER to shoot
inside Megan!"
   "EXACTLY!"
   "So you want me to make love to her for quite a while, don't you?"
   "Absolutely!  I want to see you push your dick inside her little pussy
for the next hour or two, as long as she doesn't complain.  Now lay down so
I can see what she'll do."
   As soon as the back of my head hit the pillows, Megan crawled over to my
body and straddled my hips just as she had done before.  This time, Barb
was watching intently.
   Megan grabbed my woody around the middle and began rubbing it up and
down the length of her vulva, lubing herself up for what was to come next.
As soon as she was satisfied, she looked up at my face, smiled and extolled
her intentions.
   "Low me Maw-tee!"
   As the last syllables left her elfen lips, she pushed my dick between
her labia and began working me inside her tight, preschool vagina.  I could
feel the tip of my cock press against her cervix and I pulled her body onto
mine so we were now chest to chest.
   With her tiny body being impaled by my teenaged cock, I held her by her
chubby waist and used her like a living sex toy, pushing her body up and
down onto my woody, giving Barb an unrestricted view of something that we
had done a number of times before.
   Before long, Barb was fingering herself and was soon involved in her own
orgasm as much as she was watching me try to give Megan one of her own.  We
kept fucking like a big rabbit screwing a little baby rabbit for the next
two hours, baby Megan taking it like a true nymphomaniac.
   By the time Megan was satisfied, Barb and I were exhausted.
   Barb lay next to me and Megan and snuggled tight against my left side as
she ran her left hand all over Megan's back and bum.
   "Marty, I've got something else to tell you and I need for you to be as
open minded as you can be, okay?"
   "Sure Barb.  You can tell me anything you want and I won't judge or
assign blame or make unrealistic conclusions until you're finished."
   "Well . . .  I've never told anyone about this, so if anybody finds out,
I'll be labeled a slut for the rest of my life.  When I was a little girl,
my daddy taught me about sex and got me to like it so much that we were
fucking and sucking from the time I was seven.  I really love my daddy and
have no animosity toward him for touching me and having his way with me
from the time I was a baby, so please don't be angry.  I got to like being
treated like his private sex toy that most of the time I was at home, I
didn't wear any clothes and let him touch me and have sex with me any time
he wanted.  By the time my first period started, he got me a prescription
for the 'pill' so we could fuck anytime he wanted to and not worry about
getting me pregnant.  It was wonderful to come home from school and wait
for daddy to come home from work so he could undress me and then have sex
with me for hours.  When I turned eighteen, we thought it would be a good
idea if I had a chance to go to college so I didn't end up living in a
trailer park like he and my mom did, but he couldn't afford it so I got a
job at the local mill.  I lived at home until I was twenty six and we kept
making love and having all sorts of good sex everyday.  With money kind of
tight, I got careless and missed taking two months of pills and before I
knew it, I was pregnant.  Nine months later, Megan was born.  My dad felt
so bad he got sick and died before Megan's first birthday.  I wanted him to
get to know his daughter properly and start touching her like he touched
me, but he never would.  He felt so bad about getting me pregnant that he
just couldn't do it all over again."
   Barb stopped for a few seconds, collected her thoughts and then resumed.
   "If he had a little more experience with a mature pussy while he was
playing with me when I was a little girl, he most likely would not have
wanted to fuck me so much and I feel bad that I got careless and missed so
many days when I was supposed to be taking the pill.  I miss my daddy and
I'm glad that you like to screw as much as he did.  I also feel better
knowing that you like to touch and fuck my little girl as much as my daddy
used to plug me when I was a little girl.  Even though society thinks it's
wrong for a man to touch and screw a little girl like my Megan, I don't see
anything wrong with it and hope you keep doing it with her as much as you
want to, as long as you make love to me as much as I want.  If you want us
to run around the house with nothing on, then consider it a basic rule of
the house.  I love you Marty and I'll do anything I have to just to keep
you.  You know I don't mind you making love to Megan so don't feel like you
have to hide it from me anymore.  If she wants to screw then do it.  If you
want to make love to me or her, just do it!  Whatever you want, I'll try to
get it for you or do it to you.  I love you and don't want you to ever
leave."
   Barb was so horny and wanted to see what it looked like for her daddy to
fuck her when SHE was a little girl, she insisted Megan and I stay
connected and have sex for as long as the infant little girl was awake and
seemed to enjoy it.
   Megan had no difficulty expressing her appreciation for constant pussy
invasion!  We fucked all night!
   Barb kept her word!  Even though Barb was ten years older than I was
when we met, she treated me as her husband from then on and not as if I was
some kind of horny teenager.  We treated each other with love and respect,
even in front of my mom.
   At first, my Mom didn't like me moving in with Barby, but she eventually
got used to it and accepted Barby like a sister.  We never told her about
how we both liked to have different kinds of sex with Megan, especially me
holding the little girl's naked body up and horizontal so her mommy could
feast on that sweet and fat little quim for hours.  We never took advantage
of that sexy little baby, but certainly didn't refuse a single nudge or tug
by that horny little thing when she wanted to be played with or fucked nice
and long.  I was sure to get quite a workout helping that little baby get
used to having a hard woody stuffed nastily inside her incredibly tight
cunny.
   Megan grew up to be a beautiful and well adjusted young woman, if not
sexually insatiable.  She would screw me until my dick was almost raw and
then she would screw her mother with a dildo until they both couldn't take
anymore.
   Barb and I have had two more girls and we have been teaching them about
sex just the way Megan learned.  Their cunnies are absolutely delicious and
feel better than ever.  Neither of them have known a single day without at
least ONE of their parents touching, licking, sucking or fucking them for
hours.
   When Barby was breast feeding each of them when they were newborns, I
would fuck her as I tongue fucked Megan and Megan suckled on Barb's other
breast, only for Megan to be handed off to her mommy's mouth so I could
lick and suck on our daughters' tight slits.  They both eventually
associated eating with being munched on, their meals often conducted while
on my face, their thighs split by my chin and my tongue working them into
sated bliss.
   The five of us have had the best sex imaginable and we've been very
careful to prevent anyone from finding out about our family practices. 
Even the baby girls' gramma doesn't suspect that her angels love to be the
center of my attention, the center of their plump bodies always mine!
   I never did go out with Julie, although, before we graduated, she
convinced me to give her another two orgasms at the back of the class. 
Shirley also convinced me that I was the only boy she'd let touch her any
way I wanted to, because she knew I wouldn't break her hymen or talk about
what we were doing.  That science class bench at the back of the class
probably hid more secrets than the local church confessional.
   I love all my girls and will do anything in the world to keep them safe
and happy and sexually satisfied.  I hate to cut this short, but one of my
daughters is standing next to me naked and is softly working her tiny hands
back and forth along my dick.  I can see Megan and her other little sister
in a beautiful '69' on their mother's bed as Barb is touching, fingering
and tonguing both of them.  I need to tend to my nightly duties for each of
my girls, kissing, sucking, licking and fucking each of them until they're
finally satisfied.  Just like last night, that should be until about three
or four in the morning.
   Damn!  My dick is so sore!
   I might need to find another babysitter, just so I can get a little
rest.
   Know anybody that might be interested in watching a few affectionate
little girls for me?  - Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is
copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly
indicated. 
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