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Escaping In A Truckstop

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Cons, Rom, Pett, Pedo, Oral, Anal, 1st, Piv, Extr Pedo, Inc, Preg

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The old phrase 'Finders, Keepers' had never been more appropriate, two
little girls and their mother a lost trio who just happened to run into
a kind soul.  What they were escaping from while they tried to get away
from that truck stop was more frightening than the unknown.

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The bright orange glow of the overhead sodium lights at the Oklahoma
truck stop hurt my eyes as I drove my RV past two rows of big rigs and
down the third, trying to find a place to shut down for the night.  As
was typical of this time of night, most of the spaces were filled with
every description of tractor and trailer imaginable, the driver either
fast asleep inside the big and comfortable cab/sleeper, or inside the
brightly lit building that contained the bar, restaurant and shopping
center.

I finally found an open space near the middle of the fourth aisle,
further away from the gas pumps and restaurant so I wouldn't be
disturbed when I came back from my dinner break and crashed my head
against the pillow.  I was far too tired to fix my own meal and needed
to have at least one more meal of road food before I lay my face down
and filled the area around my bed with buckets of ZZZZZZZZ's.  Soon
enough, I'd have to get started for yet another day toward my winter
destination, far from the comfort of green grass and finely manicured
lawns.

The moment I stepped out of the RV and began to make my way toward the
large building, I felt a sense of calm surround me, dozens of trucks
gently purring to the steady drone of huge diesel engines.  It was a
cacophonous symphony of steady idling machines, each instrument a single
voice in an array of varied makes and models of heavy steel.  Even as
this weird music filled the area of the almost fifty acre parking apron,
I felt as if an unseen body were conducting this modern masterpiece, a
single unvarying note emanating from every contributor.  It was only an
infrequent change in pitch that conveyed a solo or duet about to be
performed, a truck or two making its way off toward the highway or
toward me to replace one that quickly disappeared.

At two thirty in the morning, the restaurant was a lot more active than
I had thought, with no less than fifty truckers and a few locals happily
eating a late dinner, drinking coffee, and even a few having an icy cold
beer.  It almost sounded more like a family reunion than a place where
people gathered to eat and drink, the bright conversation and recurrent
laughter giving the place a welcome character.

A woman crossed my path a little way ahead, coaxing me and a few of the
truckers to turn and watch as she made her way to some unknown
destination.  She didn't catch my attention at first, but when I saw her
and her two little girls, I wasn't surprised.  It wasn't unusual for a
young mother and her children to be traveling with her husband as he met
his obligations hauling freight or hazardous materials.

She was immediately out of my sight and mind, in no more time than it
takes to carefully step around a cricket on the sidewalk, or for me to
consider another man's wife a lovely mental and visual diversion.

Dinner was okay, but not something that I'd write to any culinary
institutes about.  It might have seemed a bit much to tip the waitress
twenty percent of the bill, but the mature woman seemed nice
enough and might have needed the extra cash by the look of her worn and
dirty shoes.  Walking away from the table elicited the same sort of
sentiment in my dining partners as the woman and her girls did for me,
none of the truckers sipping on bottomless cups of coffee or one last
brew the least interested in anything I did as I headed toward the cash
register.

It might have looked beastly to hike my jeans up a little and even
scratch my tummy as I made my way toward the cashier, but something
about the area and the clientele around me encouraged a bit more primal
and Neanderthal attitude.  I paid my bill and used the bathroom one last
time before I sleepily made my way back to my own beautiful rig, a
thirty six foot, top of the line Class-A.  When I decided to leave the
hardware business and take advantage of my newfound wealth after selling
to a large corporate conglomerate, the first ambition I had was to begin
traveling and knew I wanted to do it in luxurious style.

Owning and driving a vehicle nearly as long as some of the rigs parked
near mine gave me a renewed sense of strength and pride, a brand new
luxury RV something that I'd longed for since I started to become
successful.  Now I was living my dream, embarking on a journey that gave
others cause to stop and imagine days away from timeclocks and
overbearing bosses.  I'd paid a heavy price for my freedom, and allowed
nobody else to assume my liberties were easily won or handed down from
a long line of robber barons.

As I pushed the key into the door lock and was about to turn a small
voice called out from behind me, forcing me to whip around to see who
might be behind me.

"M-m-m-mister?"

It made me want to consider returning to the restaurant bathroom and
finish emptying my bladder, because apparently there was some left to
scare out of me.

"GEEZ!  You scared the pee out of me Honey?  What are you doing out here
anyway?"

Her expression, physical condition, and deportment told me volumes.  She
looked to be about seven or eight, a little chubbier than most little
girls her age might consider stylish, stringy brownish blond long hair,
and an outfit that could have used a good tumble in a washing machine.

Her clothes looked quite out of place, a spaghetti strap cotton top that
was about a size and a half too big for her, and shorts that looked like
they needed to be held up with suspenders.  It was a little too cold
outside for her to be dressed like that and it showed, her body shaking
and her voice quivered when she spoke.

"I'm sorry.  But c-c-ould you ... w-w-would you g-g-give me ... can
I p-p-please have s-s-some m-m-money?"

"Honey?  What in the Hell are you doing out here?  It's freezing!  Why
aren't you dressed any better for this awful weather?  Where are your
mom and dad?"

My mouth spewed question after question as I watched her shiver, my mind
trying to contend with a little girl out in the middle of an Oklahoma
truck stop parking lot at three in the morning.  After reeling off a few
more more unanswered queries I decided to look around to see if maybe I
was in the middle of a setup for some kind of mugging, with a little
eight year old as the bait.  The only thing I saw were a long line of
license plates, dimly lit trailers, clearance and running lights on the
front and back of various brands of tractors down the long row, and
nothing else.  I even took the time to dip my head down and scan the
area along the backs of a few more trailers along the row near my RV,
just in case I might catch a glimpse of a pair or two of feet.  Nothing.

Even though she didn't answer any of my questions I figured she might
not be the troublemaker I'd originally assumed.  I didn't like the idea
of her being by herself in a darkened parking lot, but I had little idea
how I was going to help her anyway.  I might have wanted to take on a
hero role when I was younger, but my maturity confirmed that I'd learned
a lot since I'd started my adult life.

A cold chill ran up and down my back even though I had a long and thick
down coat covering me.  I recovered from my suspicions adequately enough
to realize that my night-time visitor was still shaking, clasping her
hands in front of her shorts and squeezing her arms against her chest
hard enough that it looked like she was trying to generate cleavage with
the tiny amount of titty flesh within her thin top.  I looked around one
last time and decided I'd try to help this little waif and then call the
local sheriff to take her to a children's shelter or maybe a hospital.

"Honey, you're freezing!  I can give you a little money, but I'd rather
call the police so they can take you somewhere so you can be warm and
safe."

"NO!  No cops!"

She backed away about four feet and stole a quick glance over her left
shoulder, confirming that she wasn't alone.  That's when I knew I was
being set up for a major fall.

"Well fine then.  If you don't want me to help you, then you can tell
your mugger friends that they'll have to try harder next time and pick
someone else to try to rob.  Get the Hell out of here or I'm calling the
cops anyway."

I quickly unlocked the door and opened it, switching the outside door
light on from inside.  The whole area was flooded in an uncomfortable
white blaze of light, her tiny figure casting a long shadow that seemed
to give her an almost surrealistic appearance.  She put her right hand
up to block the sickeningly bright light as it shown in her face and
tried to look at me around it.  I stepped inside and was about to shut
the door when she jumped forward a few feet and called out to me again.

"MISTER!  Please help muh-muh-muh-me!  I'm nuh-nuh-not trying to
ruh-ruh-rob you, honest.  I j-j-just need s-s-some money so w-w-we can
get something t-t-to eat."

"We?  Who's we?"

As I leaned forward through the slightly opened doorway with one hand on
my Ruger 9mm, I caught her in her first verbal slip.  She gazed up at me
with the look of a deer in headlights aware that we both knew she'd let
me know a little too much.  She'd been caught and knew it, then got very
creative, and tried to hide the fact that she wasn't really alone out
here in the darkened parking lot in the middle of the night.

"Me and m-m-my pretend friend ... Cuh-Cuh-Carla."

Nice try sweetheart!  Ten points for effort.  That's when I knew I
should call the cops and trap her friends before they could mug or hurt
me or anyone else.

"Honey, look.  I know you're cold and probably hungry, but I don't think
it would be a good idea if you let other people take advantage of you
like this by making you talk other people into giving you money.  You
need to tell the people that you're with to get a real job and stop
trying to steal from people in dark parking lots.  It's not safe for you
and it might land your friends in jail and you in a foster home.  If I
see you still running around these trucks in five minutes, I'm gonna
call the cops, so take this and scoot."

I fished whatever bills I had in my right pocket, the change from my
meal a couple of ones and a five and thrust it forward toward her face,
hoping she would grab it and run like Hell.  Instead, she stepped
forward close enough to eliminate the distance between her and my
doorway, very daintily took the money from me, folded it neatly with
shaking fingers, shoved it into the waistband of her shorts and then
oddly, she stuck her right hand out and offered it to me for a grateful
handshake.

"Thank you m-m-mister.  I'm s-s-sorry I s-s-scared you like th-th-that."

When her tiny hand met mine, it was as if my body had been taken over by
an evil spectre, my soul pushed aside and another entity forcing my
hormones to pump wildly throughout my frame.  My heart raced, my cock
jumped and I felt like I never had before in my life, in spite of my
'adventures' around the world.

The sensation seemed to go on for hours but only lasted about five
seconds.  When she finally broke her grasp, I felt as though I was going
to miss her touch for the rest of my life, and began to hunger for her in
ways that were considered horribly crude and perverted.  I then wondered
who's mind was crowding my own in my head, because I'd never had those
thoughts when I was back in the USA.

That's when I looked up yet again, this time seeing a pair of legs near
the back end of one of the trailers one row up and two vehicles over
across the open stretch of pavement.  Her face was mostly hidden from
view, but what she didn't realize is that her legs could easily be seen
as they extended below the trailer box.  My cold young visitor's
imaginary 'friend' turned out to be one very real person, probably only
another little girl running away from home together with my little
beggar.

Just before the eight year old turned to leave, I felt a twinge of guilt
run through my body, feeling that I should somehow do more than offer a
measly seven bucks.

"Honey?"

I stepped down from inside my entryway, stuffed my 9mm inside my
waistband against my back, and sat down on the last step.  She turned to
study me somewhat apprehensively and looked like she was ready to bolt
at any moment.  I reached into my other pocket and fished out a pair of
twenties, holding them face up and open for her to see what I was
offering.  Her eyes opened wide and her lips parted to reveal a perfect
set of pearly whites.  Her teeth seemed to glow in the contrasting white
entryway light from the side of my RV and the disgusting orange glow of
the sodium lights of the parking lot.  She walked toward me and before
she took the bills from my hand, I made my final offer for the night.

"Angel, tell your friend that you really should go to the police and get
some help.  There are a lot of very bad people out here late at night
who could hurt you or worse.  Please don't keep doing this much longer,
because I would feel horrible if something happened to such a pretty
little girl like you."

I could tell my improvised tactic might have a positive effect, because
she shifted slightly closer and smiled at me a little bit.  There was
something being communicated in her gaze and the way she held herself so
naively, but my ability to understand that oft-attempted book of women
was as good as landing a long-term wife.  In spite of the trouble I
might get into by doing so I figured I should make her another offer
that might help keep her from being used and abuse.

"You're much too young and far too lovely to have to beg for money or
food, Angel.  If you need some help then please say so now.  I'll help
you if I can, but I can't be held responsible for your safety if I let
you keep doing this in the dark all by yourselves.  Please let me help
you and your friend, okay?"

Her shaking hand tentatively gently began to encircle the open end of
both bills and before I realized what happened, she grabbed the money,
thrust herself forward, wrapped her arms around my neck and began
bawling as if I had been beating her.  I never noticed she'd grabbed the
money before she lunged at me, and I was truly concerned about her
welfare and why she'd been begging in the first place.  I instinctively
wrapped my arms around her and gave her a welcome embrace, something
that must have surprised me more than my cold and chubby visitor.  Her
voice ripped months of laughter from my consciousness as she wailed into
my collar, an outburst of emotions that took both of us by surprise.

If she kept this up, one of the truckers nearby was going to call the
cops and accuse me of hurting the little runaway, so something needed to
be done, and quickly.  Fortunately, the drone of multiple tractor
diesels and a few lofted smaller engines on refrigerator box trailers
drowned out her cries.  If someone had wanted to kidnap her and her
friend, little would be heard of their struggle.  I felt really bad
about the plight of this little runaway and her faceless friend little
more than fifty feet away and tried to do anything to calm her nerves.

"Sssshhhhhhhh Honey.  Don't cry, please!"

She buried her face into the warm fuzzy collar of my jacket and muffled
her cries against the outside of the material, squeezing me with more
tenacity than I imagined her capable of.

"Th-th-thank you m-m-mister.  Th-th-that's m-m-more money than my
m-m-mommy got from those men when she did those fuh-fuh-favors all day
to-d-d-day.  I feel so bad about what she had to d-d-do and it makes
muh-muh-me HURT!"

MOMMY?  Could that be her mother standing behind the back end of a
trailer trying to conceal her presence ineffectively?  And what kind of
favors was she doing to get money for?  I let it slip by without a
second thought as my attention was riveted to the chubby little jewel
in front of me hugging the stuffing and a good portion of my last meal
out of me.

That's when she pressed her face harder into my shoulder beyond the
furry fabric of my coat and began wailing almost hysterically as if she
was unloading all the torment and abuse that she had been enduring for
years.  I couldn't do anything more than to hug her tightly to my chest
and feel terrible about what she and her mother might have suffered
during their lives.  Even though I didn't normally help out homeless
people or consider doing volunteer work for the desperately wretched,
that time I began to see something in myself and in my young visitor
that urged me to offer more.  It wasn't because of my great need to be
generous so much as my intense interest in the precious little
ragamuffin in my grasp.

It was clear the darling little waif wasn't just trailer trash, her
teeth perfectly straight and clean, her manners and speech clear and
practiced in spite of her being almost frozen, and her attitude brave
and yet reserved.  If anything, I'd have thought she and her mom might
have been kicked out of their house due to some natural disaster or
domestic squabble.

As she continued to sob into my shoulder, I could feel her body
shivering, still cold from being inadequately dressed for the venue.
That's when I reached between us, unzipped my coat, pulled it open, and
wrapped it around her chubby body.  My coat was big enough and had
enough flexibility to be drawn completely around her body, as if it had
been designed for two people, and it seemed strangely normal for me to
encompass my visitor so easily.

When I finished tugging the zipper up and pulled her body into mine, she
instinctively picked both feet up off the ground and wrapped her legs
around my hips, wiggling them up inside my coat along my back.  Moments
after she was nestled tight to my chest outside my coat she looked like
nothing more than a disembodied head just under mine, sniffling and
whimpering.  She was now completely within the comforting warmth of my
thickly insulated coat, still shivering, but gaining as much heat as my
body could offer, and with my metabolism, I offered her quite a bit of
warmth.

Her face was just inside my collar along the top of my chest, her right
cheek tucked tight to my body, and her sobs had diminished enough that
when she turned to her left all I could hear were a few hiccups and
sorrowful moans as her crying slowed to a series of soft whimpers.

"I know you must really need a lot of help Honey, so why don't you let
me call over to your mommy and have her come get out of the cold.  I
promise I won't hurt you or your mommy and I'll help you as much as I
can, okay?"

Without moving her body even slightly, she agreed with a gentle nod.

"What's your mommy's name?"

"Cuh-Cuh-Carla."

So her 'pretend friend' was in fact her mother, a nice ploy attempted to
prevent me from knowing too much too quickly, but not sophisticated
enough for a street-wise kid to try.  I looked up to see her mother
still trying to hide herself behind the trailer, but obviously concerned
that her daughter was being held inside a strange man's overcoat.  I
motioned to her mother with a wide wave of my right hand to join us,
which sent her mother scampering away like a feral cat.  All it took was
a single call to encourage the woman to regain her courage and walk
toward me and her little girl.

"Carla?  Your daughter needs you right now.  Please come join us."

She hesitated for a few moments, but finally relented and started
walking cautiously from behind the trailer and toward my RV.  What I saw
as she cleared the trailer box shook me to my core.

Her mother looked as if she wasn't more than a teenager, holding an even
smaller little girl in her arms.  As she approached, my little coat-mate
reached up with her mouth and gave me a little kiss on the neck just
along the underside of my chin.

"Thank you Mister.  I'm glad I talked to you this time."

Me?  This time?  How long had she had to go around begging for money?

As her mother made her way the last ten yards toward us, I asked my
little ice cube for her identity.

"What's your name, Angel?"

"Tessa."

"My name is Tim, Tessa.  You can call me Timmy if you want."

"Thank you Timmy."

"You're welcome, Tessa."

Tessa held onto me with the determination of a rock crab along the
Northern California coast during a storm.  I could feel the sumptuous
softness of her young bummy as she wiggled and squirmed inside my coat
to increase her level of comfort on my lap, each of her moves forcing
every measure of her sweet tenderness more snugly into me.  Even though
her body was extraordinarily tempting, I was able to refrain from
becoming aroused and kept my 'beast' under control, at least outwardly.

Carla was less than eight feet away when I started talking to her,
uncertain how she would react to me holding her daughter against my body
inside my jacket.  Her smile revealed her appreciation for trying to
keep her oldest little girl from being cold.

"Hello Carla.  I'm Tim Sticker."

Carla's arms were clutching her youngest daughter, about four or five,
thankfully covered with an oversized coat that looked like it had been
retrieved from a garbage can or the back of an old semi.  When she
stopped a mere foot in front of me, she reached out with her free hand
and began stroking Tessa's hair to comfort her.

"Hi Tim.  I saw what you offered Tessa earlier and I can't thank you
enough.  We've had it pretty rough the last few days and the money that
you gave her will really help out a lot."

"Carla, can I get you some help please?  You look like you could really
use some."

Her expression revealed just how desperate she was.  It looked like she
was about to grab Tessa from my arms and run away screaming.  The fact
that her oldest daughter was inside my coat made it impossible for her
to accomplish what her instincts told her was necessary.  I decided to
reassure her and spoke words that must have meant more than her freedom.

"I promise I won't call the cops."

Her expression changed dramatically and her smile returned.  That's when
I felt a little more comfortable looking her and her baby girl over for
the first time.

Carla looked like she couldn't have been more than twenty or twenty one,
her height a bit less than five feet and her body a lot like Tessa's.
Her nameless and obscured little girl's appearance was hidden by the
bulky material of her overcoat, with only her tiny tennis sneaker
covered feet sticking out below the bottom edge.

"How can you help, Tim?"

"How about if you come in out of the cold and let me fix you some coffee
and some hot chocolate for your girls?"

I got Tessa's attention immediately.

"HOT CHOCOLATE?  Really?"

"Sure Tessa, if that's what you want."

Carla looked into my eyes and they sparkled as she thanked me.

"Thank you Tim.  You're very gracious.  That would be very nice."

Her mannerisms and eloquence didn't fit the current condition she was
in.  She looked and sounded to me to be educated and quite intelligent,
and nothing like the trailer trash that I originally imagined her to be.
I would find out all too soon how right I was.

I held onto Tessa under her bum with my right arm outside my coat as I
stood back up and stepped backward inside.  I held the door open for
Carla and her as yet unnamed baby girl as she carefully and somewhat
cautiously stepped inside, our little captives' bums rubbed as their
bodies passed each other while being held by Carla and me.  I flipped
the outside light off and pulled the door closed and locked, on the
somewhat unlikely chance that somebody else might spring themselves on
me and rob me as I had suspected earlier.

Carla heard me lock the door and turned to look at me, worried that her
safety was now in jeopardy.  In spite of my obvious claim to help them
out it was time to reassure her.

"It's alright Carla.  I'm only locking the door to keep people out ...
not in."

She smiled and again relaxed, setting her baby girl's feet down on the
floor.  When I finally saw her tiny face, I was spellbound.  She looked
like a little cherub ... an angel ... obscenely out of place in an
Oklahoma truck stop at three o'clock in the morning in November and
barely wearing enough to keep her alive.

Carla's appearance also took me by surprise once I could see her more
clearly in the gentle glow of the lights inside my RV.  She looked
terribly young and yet time hardened and tired.  Since we were both
standing and quite a bit warmer inside my nice ride I could tell she
stood no more than four foot six or four foot seven tall, quite tiny and
very attractive.  I'd been attracted to petite women all my life, but
had very few successful relationships with anyone.  They always found me
to be too clingy or protective.

I looked Carla over a few more times and enjoyed the look of her tiny
body while she looked back at me and then at Tessa.  That's when I
realized that I was still tightly clutching Carla's older child, holding
her as if I was somehow responsible for her safety and protection.  I
snapped back to reality when Tessa shifted her weight slightly and
squeezed me a little tighter with her legs.

"I guess I can put you down now, huh Tessa?"

"NOOOOOO!!!  ... I mean ... you don't have to ... if you don't
want to, Timmy."

"Well, I don't want your mommy to get the wrong idea about me, Honey.  I
don't go around hugging lots of pretty little girls inside my coat every
day ...  well, maybe every other day, but not every day."

Her giggle was a welcome sensation, both Carla and I pleased that her
little girl was still capable of appreciating even a little bit of my
dumb humor.

"If I'm going to make you some hot chocolate, then I'm gonna need to sit
you down ... just for a little while.  When I'm done, I'll try to let
you sit on my lap again if your mommy lets me, okay?"

Tessa lovingly pressed her face into my neck as she held on for dear
life, nodding against me confirming that my suggestion was acceptable.
It was hard to imagine why she'd trust me so quickly and easily, their
travels apparently making them think I was much different than any of
the other men around them.  She then said something that made me smile
and shiver.

"But you'll pick me back up, won't you Timmy?"

I had to smile as I tucked my face close to her forehead and spoke
lovingly into her messy hair.

"I sure will, Tessa.  As soon as I make sure you and your mommy and
little sister have their own cups of hot coffee and chocolate."

Tessa then asked for a special favor quite softly, tilting her head back
as far as she could, shifting her body higher in my grasp, with her
pretty bee-stung lips raised high enough so I'd be the only one who
heard her.  It was almost indecernable against the din of all the
engines running outside, her mouth pressed against my left ear as she
whispered her request.

"Would you make mine extra sweet, please Timmy?"

Just as softly I whispered back into her left ear.

"Sure Tessa.  I'll put some extra sugar in it just for you, just 'cause
you're the sweetest little thing I've hugged in a very long time."

She increased her grasp around my neck and waist, most likely thinking
that she may have finally found someone who would be willing to take
care of, rather than abuse and take advantage of them.

Carla delicately sat down along the inside of my dining table bench seat
near the bottom of the "U", lie her head back, and then closed her eyes.
Her baby girl dropped her oversized coat to the floor, revealing an
outfit quite similar to Tessa's.  She was very dirty too, her clothes
showing their age possibly exceeding the wearer's, and her body similar
in appearance to her older sister.

I unzipped my coat, reached under Tessa's bum as she unlocked her legs
from around my waist, my hand sliding inside the loose fitting material
of her shorts, and affording me a brief sensation of her bare bummy.  It
wasn't intentional, but the instant my warm hand cupped her slightly
chilled backside, I felt her soft skin send a tremendous jolt through my
system, my mind replete with visions of her allowing so much more.

In the brief time my fingers were touching her silky fanny, I wiggled
them slightly and felt something that I hadn't enjoyed for untold
months.  Her plump slivers of growing and tender womanhood between her
legs easily distorted to the intrusion, a tiny measure of wetness
perceived as I pushed in.  In the fleeting and unplanned touch I'd
actually shifted my fingers far enough forward to caress her most
intimate and tender place on her chubby body.  Amazingly, Tessa didn't
seem too offended by the grope, her quick descent toward the floor not
followed by loud screams or an evil stare for my having taken a
momentary liberty with her vulva.

After my heart restarted and her feet came around from my body, I was
allowed to take a long hard look at her for the first time.  The outside
light did little to offer up the true beauty standing before me.  I
knelt down in front of her as her feet came into contact with the floor
and I let her go and then looked into two ocean blue pools of life,
sparkling back at me with the intensity of laser beams.

Her eyes captivated me and I was held spellbound for what seemed like an
eternity.  I caught myself staring into her eyes, but finally broke our
gaze, smiling at her and giving her a quick asexual kiss on the lips,
standing up after seeing her smile back.  Just as her mother had done,
Tessa climbed up onto the seat opposite where Carla had and then
presented me with a view that sent an even larger jolt of electricity
through my body that left me tingling from head to toes.

She wasn't wearing any panties, and I was able to clearly make out the
puffy fullness of her child pussy through the gaping opening of her
oversized shorts.  As I tried to capture the image in my mind for
eternity, I started asking myself why a woman would have to resort to
dressing her little girls in such oversized clothing, obviously
forgetting to put panties on her oldest little girl.  That's when I
decided to focus my attention to Tessa's little sister and tried like
Hell to keep from staring up Tessa's legs.  Tessa made no attempt to
prevent me from looking and I felt I could stare at her gorgeous bald
quim at will.  It was a Herculean effort, but I was finally able to tear
my eyes away from her perfectly developed little cunny.

Her little sister's legs were also perfectly formed, smooth, and full of
the baby fat that she must have had when she was born.  Her oversized
top was about three sizes too big for her as well, and when I walked
toward her and looked down, I could see all the way inside it as the top
edge of her outfit almost uncovered her breasts entirely.  My eyes
beheld a wondrous site of her plump baby-fat filled titties with two
perfect pink points at the tips.  I knew where the feelings welled up
from and felt as if I wanted to plunge my face down into her top and
nuzzle her tiny boobies until she was a mass of squealing little girl,
writhing around on the floor of my RV in ecstatic joy.

Before going too far from the entryway, I carefully replaced my 9mm in
it's hiding place before any of the girls noticed what I did, took my
coat off, and set it down on the driver's seat behind the privacy
curtain all the way across the front of the cab.  I felt a lot more
comfortable with that drape pulled across, a tiny and sexy young woman
and her two little girls in my RV without drawing any suspicion to
myself in the process.

As I stepped closer to the smaller girl she thrust her arms out as if I
was supposed to pick her up, and that's when I realized she wanted me to
put her on the seat opposite Tessa.  I reached down, slipped my left
hand up inside the outside leg opening of her baggy shorts and around
her soft bum, cupped it completely with just one palm, lifted her up,
shifted her over to the bench seat, and granted myself just one immoral
act as I massaged and fondled the little girl's fanny for just a couple
of seconds.  It was over quicker than it began as she shifted her weight
onto the seat and wiggled backward into the bench.

Then she did something that shocked me and picked both of her feet up,
set them on the seat, and opened her legs, revealing that she was also
not wearing any panties.  Her shorts did nothing to protect her body
from my hungry eyes, and I was treated to a view of lovely preschool
pussy.  Without my having planned on it I'd reveled in the image of two
plump hairless American gems in less than five minutes.  As she softly
babbled to herself and tugged at her shoes, she began flailing her legs
open and closed, open and closed, hypnotizing me with the view of her
tiny, perfectly formed, and fat labia lips as they came into view and
then disappeared repeatedly.

I wasn't sure if I wanted to stare at Tessa's pretty cunny or her little
sister's.  Either way, I was going to get caught and decided to finish
what I had started ... the coffee and hot chocolate.

Within a few minutes there were four mugs on the table and eight sets of
hands cupping the warm ceramic brimming with dark brown or milk laden
tan contents, each of the temporary owners sipping hungrily at the
steaming contents.  I was certain to add two full heaping teaspoons of
sugar to Tessa's mug without anyone seeing me, wanting to keep my
promise to her.  She smiled up at me after she took her first sip,
tasting the sweetness of the added sugar.  Without realizing it I might
have captured her heart forever, nothing more than my generosity and
unexpected consideration creating a lovely grin.  Her anonymous little
sister got just as many extra servings of sweetness, my desire to see
both of them smile versus treating one unfairly if the older sibling got
extra helpings.

Carla's cup was emptied first and she looked at it longingly, as if she
was too proud to ask for a second cup.  I got up without a word and
filled hers back up, soon to be followed by a third.

The girls finished their mugs and began licking the inside edge of the
mug where the last few traces of chocolate had traveled before being
consumed.  They both would have made a lovely cocoa commerical, a sexy
little brown mustache on both of them along their upper lip.  Somehow, I
felt compelled to offer more.

"Would you girls like a mug of hot soup?  I've got chicken with noodles,
tomato, alphabet soup ... "

"ALPHABET SOUP???"

Carla immediately snapped at both of them.

"Girls!  Don't act like that.  Tim's already given us far too much as
it is, and we have no way of paying him back."

That's when Carla's eyes filled with tears and she began to sob almost
as badly as Tessa did earlier.  She buried her face in her hands and
looked ashamed to reveal herself to me, afraid that I might see just how
vulnerable she really was.  With no delay her little girls scampered to
her sides and held her as lovingly as any child might, not wanting to
see their mother in distress.  Little did I know.

I permitted Carla to unload her emotions with her daughters as I
prepared four bowls of soup.  I had no idea when they last ate and
wasn't about to miss the chance at doing the right thing for these
wayward ladies.  As the pot of soup was being heated, I pulled a box of
crackers and a bag of chips out of the cupboard and set each down in the
center of the table.  None of my guests even noticed.

By the time the soup was ready, I had retrieved the fixings for and
finished making four peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, my all time
favorite on cold nights.  When Carla stopped crying and pulled her tear
streaked face from between her hands, she looked down to see a bowl of
soup, a sandwich, chips, crackers, another cup of coffee, hot tea for
her girls, and me standing at the opposite end of the table smiling at
her.  To finish off the scene there was a white towel draped over my
left arm being held horizontally in front of my chest.

"Meeeess?  Deeener is-ah ser-vehd!"

I tried my best at a foreign accent, but failed miserably.  It didn't
matter.  Carla seemed to like my attempt and giggled, wiping her tears
away, and looking at me as if I were now a familiar friend.  She then
revealed just how quick witted she was.

"Thank you Gaston.  That will be all.  Please draw me a hot bath, and
for goodness sake, don't skimp on the bubbles."

"Yes, Meeeess."

I bowed at the hip and then stood straight up, breaking out in a huge
grin.  That seemed to help, and all three of them started laughing.  I
felt a mountain of guilt being lifted from my shoulders, having taken a
quick grab of her little girls' tender undersides and then a long gawk
at the area of loveliness that I'd touched.

I wasn't sure if I should, but I decided to sit next to Tessa.  As my
butt hit the fabric of my bench seat and scooted next to Tessa, I
expected her to cautiously slide away, but she seemed anxious for me to
be close to her.  I could feel her snuggle into to me and shifted her
body so her left side was slightly over my right.  Carla smiled at her
oldest as my two youngest guests began hungrily consuming everything in
sight.  I could tell they hadn't eaten in a little while and dismissed
their lack of table manners.

I was still unaware of the littlest girl's identity and it was time to
fix that.

"So what's YOUR name Sweetheart?"

Between mouthfuls of sandwich, chips, and soup, some of each still
encircling her lips, the little tyke answered.

"Lisa."

As she answered, she smiled and lowered her face slightly, aware that
she was the center of my focus.  Lisa's eyes were slightly green
with a little gray intermixed and was a stunningly beautiful child.
It was difficult to know which one of those two I would like to kidnap
and have my way with.  It was a fleeting thought soon to be replaced by
reality.

I could immediately see why some men lost control of their senses and
stole away from society with a lovely little captive angel or two in
their grasp.  I'd been an admirer of the delicate wonders who'd
IN-frequently graced my presence, many of them foreign to my native
country, so there was no doubt in my mind why I'd feel so strongly for
them.  Thanks to Carla, my thoughts were returned to the present.

"Where are you headed, Tim?"

"Northwest.  I'm going to be spending the winter in the backwoods of
Yellowstone doing a favor for a friend of mine."

"Yellowstone?  In the middle of winter?  What kind of favor?"

There was a shrewdness to her expression and query, as if she might have
suspected I was running away from something or someone.  Had I known at
the time they were also on the run I might have dismissed her demeanor
as just strong curiosity.

"I'm going to be helping her by doing some research on the winter
wildlife in the area and taking a bunch of photo's for her doctoral
paper.  Where are you going Carla?"

She didn't even hesitate to answer, although she didn't add too much
information to her reply.

"First, anywhere but south.  Then to California."

There was a note of finality to her voice and a certain amount of fear.
Whatever she was running from, it was somewhere in Texas.

As Tessa finished her sandwich and slurped the last few drops from the
inside of her bowl, she began squirming about in her seat, wiggling her
bum and her legs back and forth.

"What's wrong, Tessa?  Got ants in your pants?"

"No ... money!"

At first I jumped.  Then I remembered that she had used the inside of
her shorts as a storage location for the money I'd given her.  Without
thinking about it, I looked down to her hips just as she grabbed the top
elastic and pulled forward, shoving her other hand inside, and fished
around for the loose bills along the periphery of the waistband.  There
must have been a small pocket stitched along the inside, because she
kept moving her small hand around and granting me a lot more than I was
most likely supposed to appreciate.

I got to see a LOT more than a few crumpled bills inside her oversized
shorts and felt a surge of blood in my face.  Her plump and bald charms
were clearly being displayed like some of the best candy in a glass case
and no more than inches from my body.  There was an erotic fullness and
round exotic delicacy to her Mons Veneris, as if she'd been heaped on an
extra helping of sweetness while inside her mommy's tummy.  The added
sugar I stirred into her hot chocolate would have tasted bitter compared
to how luscious Tessa's pussy looked from my vantage point.

My view didn't last more than a few seconds and because of my staunch
desire to keep from being labeled a pedophile I averted my gaze just
before Carla determined what I was looking at.  By the time Tessa had
retrieved all five bills, she had exposed herself enough to fill my mind
and body with enough desire to last two winters in Yellowstone.

Tessa straightened all the money, folded the forty seven dollars neatly,
and then handed all of it to Carla, who blushed profusely as I watched.
I could tell they had fallen on hard times and had been reduced to
little more than beggars.

That's when Carla started crying again, this time very softly.  It
appeared she needed more money, and most likely didn't appreciate how
she was going to have to get it.  While crying in front of me it looked
like she surrendered herself to the dirty truth of reality and was
filled with disgust and shame.  As soon as she was able to build enough
courage to speak, Tessa reached out with her right hand and held Carla's
left lovingly.

"Don't worry Mommy.  I'll help you get more money."

Tessa must have grown up way too quickly the last few days they'd been
on the road and obviously didn't like to see what her mommy had to do to
get money for them to eat and try to get further away from their past.
As I stared into her elfin face I could almost see that her mind was
filled with visions of what she had seen her mommy do, and she could
have grown up enough to do what she had to if it would help her mommy.
Being a complete stranger I knew little of their history, and couldn't
have imagined Tessa had the forethought to consider how to help.  In her
tender and innocent eyes I could almost see that she didn't think it
looked THAT dirty to help her mommy.  If I'd only known she began to
develop a plan to see if I could 'help' them.  In spite of her age she
somehow knew she had something to offer and wanted to give her mommy
some relief.

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[The day before ... ]

Tessa waited as she held onto Lisa's hand, watching her mommy walk away
with that strange man.  She could tell that her mommy didn't want to go,
but had to because they didn't have any more money, and they were all
very hungry.

Tessa kept quiet and told her little sister to sit still in the bushes
with her so nobody could see them.  Even though she was only eight, she
was very skilled at making this a game for her little sister, and was
able to keep the younger child silent and motionless for the next thirty
minutes.

When Carla returned to view, Tessa saw her mommy holding her hand over
her mouth as she was running away from the truck she'd been in, then
fall to her knees and vomit.  Whatever was in her mommy's mouth came out
immediately.  With nothing else to remove from her mouth and stomach,
Carla wiped her mouth, got up, and stuffed a twenty dollar bill into her
purse, making her way back to where she told the girls to sit quietly.

She collected her girls and then returned to the task at hand.  By the
time the day was out, Carla had been with twenty seven men, each time
repeating the scene that had played out in front of Tessa and Lisa.

As the evening wore on, fewer and fewer opportunities were made
available to Carla, and the manager of the restaurant grew more
impatient with what he knew was going on.  When Carla sat down toward
the back of the restaurant and ordered one burger to share among them,
he walked up to them and laid down 'the law'.

"Lady, I can't let you stay here if you keep doing what we both know
you're up to.  Finish your food and get the Hell out of here before I
call the cops."

"NOOO!  Please don't call the cops."

Carla tried in vain to convince him to let them stay a few hours longer,
but the manager would have no part of it.  That is, until Carla began
caressing his crotch with her elbow and making suggestions regarding
'sausages' and 'sucking down a hot one'.  His attitude changed
dramatically, and before long he fell into a hormonal hypnosis, hungry
to have at least one 'favor'.

When the man looked at Carla's daughters with lust in his eyes, she
pressed into his crotch and shook her head sternly, looking at him with
daggers in her eyes.  He knew what she meant and was satisfied with her
original offer.  That wouldn't be the first time he accepted a 'favor'
from one of his less fortunate female patrons and most likely wouldn't
be the last, either.

"Well ... just this once, but it better be good."

The manager led the three of them to his upstairs office and let the
girls watch TV as he led Carla to a back room.  Just as they walked
through the open doorway, he turned and began pawing at her small frame
right in front of her daughters, wanting to touch her all over.  She was
able to block his every advance and sternly reminded him what the terms
of the 'favor' were.  He relented and stood back, waiting for Carla to
drop to her knees and watched her young daughters as they spied on their
mother's every move.  He undid his trousers and extracted his dripping
meat, sure to let the tiny voyeurs see what Carla was about to push into
her mouth.  As Carla knelt down in front of the manager, she put her
tiny purse down on the floor beside her, between an oversized desk and
the wall.  She never took her eyes off of his dick as he presented it to
her.

He wasn't as big as a few of the truckers she'd 'serviced' earlier in
the day, so she knew it wouldn't take long and wouldn't be quite as
uncomfortable.  She started just as she had with the other men, and
gently, somewhat lovingly began caressing and kissing the man's cock.
The only way she could do such a wicked and despicable deed and not be
repulsed by the torrid affair was to immerse her mind in a previous
encounter many years beforeo with her second boyfriend.

Once her mouth was around his glans and her lips were sliding back and
forth along the length of his penis, he relaxed and didn't make any
additional crude moves for her titties or ass.  He stood almost
perfectly still as she immersed herself in the memories of a more
pleasant and satisfying experience, her eyes closed and her mind filled
with happy images of Carla making her second boyfriend very happy.  She
was actually getting so good at it that she was able to convince herself
that she was again sixteen and in the back seat of her boyfriend's car,
making him cum over and over.

Tessa and Lisa watched with astonishment as their mommy thrust her mouth
right over this strange man's peepee.  Tessa watched with piqued
curiosity, taking mental notes of all the reactions the man was giving
to every move her mommy made.  When she saw his pink pickle being
consumed repeatedly by her mommy, she felt a twinge of excitement
between her legs as if someone was tickling her trickle with a little
feather.  She immediately put her hand on her cunny and softly rubbed up
and down, experiencing something that she never had before.  As she
continued to stroke her tiny fingers up and down along the central seam
of her baggy shorts, Tessa felt very strange and couldn't stop rubbing
herself.

Without realizing it, her innocent fingers traveled along the edge of
the material along one chubby leg, slipped past the leg opening, and she
was rubbing herself inside her loose legged shorts, right on top of
something that made her tingle.  It felt as if she sat down right on top
of a nest of ants, thousands of tiny feet dancing all over her trickle
and making her insides feel like they were on fire.  As Tessa continued
to watch her mommy lick and suck the strange man's peepee, the young
and very naive girl unconsciously brought herself much closer to an
orgasm than she could have imagined.  She didn't know what the neat new
feeling was or how she was making it happen, but she liked it very much.

Carla lewdly pushed her mouth all the way along the length of the man's
five inch shaft and allowed the tip to pass to the back of her mouth,
deepthroating someone for the first time.  The manager thought for sure
she was a 'reformed professional', now with little girls to take care
of.  His mind was nowhere to be found as his hormones thought for him.

She worked his rather surprisingly nice cock back and forth, from the
tip of his prick to the smelly mass of course black hair at his hips.
She knew if she could work her magic on this man he would allow her to
remain in the restaurant long enough so she could make a little more
money without complaint, constabulary influence, or interruption.

Within five minutes, his hips were bucking as she swallowed the entire
length of his shaft, and a considerable amount of sperm.  She continued
to work her mouth and tongue on his tool as he experienced the last few
convulsions, finally sucking him clean and licking her lips.  She pulled
her mouth off of his pecker and looked up at him casually.

"Do you think I might be able to stay long enough to do this again in
four or five hours?"

He couldn't say a word and just nodded, beads of sweat trailing down his
forehead.

She got up very unceremoniously, turned, and went through the open
doorway of his office, leaving the manager with his dick still bobbing
up and down to each of his heartbeats.  Without realizing it she also
left her tiny purse on the floor where she set it down, hidden between
the metal side of the old desk and the wall.

She convinced five more drivers to contribute to her cause in an hour,
as well as more than enough sperm to get forty women pregnant.

The last one she wished she could forget.

She needed just fifty dollars more and she was running out of time.
Soon the restaurant manager would be hitting her up for another 'favor'
and she wasn't ready to face him just yet.  Although his dick was nice
enough, the way he looked at her and her daughters creeped her out no
end.

She found a fairly nice looking trucker in a very expensive leather
jacket and tried to convince him to let her do a 'favor' for him.  He
wasn't going to be quite as easy as all the others and made Carla try
harder.  She finally relented and offered to let him screw her, as long
as he used a condom.  This guy was much more savvy than all her previous
'friends', as she called them to her girls, and waited as long as
possible before Carla was almost begging him to fuck her.

She knew he would finally go for it and was prepared to walk with him to
his truck when he stopped her before they left the restaurant.

"I want your daughters to watch us."

"WHAT?  NO WAY!"

"Bye Sweetie.  Got to hit the road."

He knew he had her and was starting to turn and walk away when Carla
gave in.

"OKAY!  FINE!  Wait here."

He stood by the restaurant entrance as Carla collected her charges,
kneeling down in front of them and whispering something to them out of
listening range.  Her new 'friend' didn't care if he couldn't hear her.
He had something up his sleeve and was going to wait until the last
moment to let Carla in on the joke.

They walked to his truck near the back of the parking lot and all
climbed in, Carla first, Lisa second, and Tessa last.  The man cupped
Lisa's little bum gently and pushed his right hand between their legs as
far up her loose legged shorts as he could as he helped her inside.
Lisa didn't have a clue about the man gently working his fingertips
along and then astride her plump labia, his talented digits easily
splitting her puffy vulva and able to tease at her vagina lovingly.  The
tender little girl just assumed he was tickling her and being nice,
his fingers up between her legs giving her a short tingle.

Rather than be alarmed by the naughty man's activities between her
chubby thighs, Lisa liked the sensation quite a bit and stopped cold,
spread her thighs apart, and let him gently tease a wiggling finger a
bit further, the electric feel of his fingertip between her plump cunny
lips stirring a whole new type of tickle the naive waif had never
experienced before filling her little body.  She actually pushed back
into the intrusion as if to ask for much more, her body far more mature
than her mind, and her need for the fun game to continue in spite of the
short term of their relationship.

Feeling emboldened by his sudden victory the trucker worked his digit a
bit harder between her young thighs and assumed her innocence leaned
more toward experience.  It was only the sting of virginity that forced
Lisa to clamp her legs together and pull away, the most uncomfortable
aspect of her tender age stirring her to reel away from what had been a
sweet tickle.  The man was much smarter than his victim, and immediately
changed his tactic.  Instead of completely pulling his hand away, he
captured her vulva inside his digits and worked his middle fingertip
right over her nubbin, giving her a brief jolt of pleasure that seemed
to distract her long enough to convert the previous pain into a distant
memory.

Rather than become aware of what the child molester was up to Carla was
looking around the man's truck cab, trying to figure out how she could
get out of her financial predicament as quickly as possible.  The young
mother never noticed what her younger daughter was doing and what was
being done to her, the child unwittingly permitting much more than the
original deal that had been agreed to at the restaurant.  Lisa actually
turned and smiled at the skilled man after she was up inside, her eyes
bright and smile wide as she held the leg opening of her shorts away
from her cunny so she could repeat what the man did.  In the process the
man got an additional unrestrained look all the way up inside the leg
opening of her shorts and gazed at her bald pink cunny.  The entire time
he was staring at her naked puddy, Lisa was gently repeating what the
man had done, stroking her own cunny with the tips of her right digits
while the man looked on.  It was Tessa who finally broke his reverie.

"Are you gonna help me too, Mister?"

Tessa didn't realize what she might have insinuated, the man already
interested in repeating his immoral activities with another young waif
who most likely was little more than sexual fodder for many drivers at
the truckstop.

When he repeated the same moves and touched Tessa with his bare hand
against her naked pussy, she felt a familiar sensation that made her
think she might like for him to keep touching her like that.  The little
girl actually splay her thighs slightly, and pushed back into his hand
once she was inside his cab, that wonderful tingling sensation running
up and down her insides as his talented finger split her little girl
slit.  Even though it was a new and naughty feeling, she seemed to
crave it just as much as the man did.

Her mind was quickly changed as soon as he tried to push his fat finger
deep inside her wet but tender vagina, the quick pain and her memory of
what her daddy had recently done forcing her to react.  She immediately
pushed his hand away from her body as she stepped up into his truck,
turned, and scowled at his nasty and rude gesture.  He wasn't able to
capture her plump cunny and repeat what he had with Lisa.

She didn't say anything out loud, but he got the message.  He carelessly
assumed that because her pussy was wetter and seemed more flexible, the
older of the two girls might have already been broken in and was ready
for a good fucking.  If he had known his assumptions were correct, he
might have forced Tessa to succumb to his lust before her mommy had to.

From then on, Tessa watched his every move, making sure he wasn't able
to slip his hand up between her legs or that of her baby sister's ever
again.  That's when all of the girls began to look around the inside of
his truck.  His cab was quite spacious and well appointed.  It looked
more like a rolling hotel room than the back of a truck.

Carla had each of her girls sit at the far end of the huge bed she'd
found at the back of the sleeper and tried to position them so they
wouldn't be able to see without making an obvious effort.  The trucker
quickly resolved this dilemma and turned each of the little girls so
they were sitting with their tiny legs spread apart in front of them,
their shorts open enough so he could see what he suspected was the case:
no panties.

Instead of being able to lie on top of the man, or worse having him lie
on top of her, he wanted to do it doggy style, the woman facing her
little girls as she got plugged hard from behind.  Carla was appalled
and ashamed.

"How could it get to this," she thought to herself.  In spite of the
indignity of her predicament she resigned herself to the fact that she
was little more than fifteen minutes away from enough money to get her
and her girls out of the truck stop and closer to her sister's in Los
Angeles.

She pulled her slacks down and was going to keep them around her thighs
when he informed her of a new rule.

"Nuh uh!  That wouldn't do.  You have to be completely naked if you want
him to use a condom, and if you don't like it, then get the Hell out of
my truck before I call the cops and tell them you're trying to sell me
your girls."

"FINE!"

She unashamedly stripped her clothes off in front of her girls as they
sat quietly, looking down at their feet so they didn't have to watch
their beautiful mommy do 'favors' for yet another man.

She was naked and began pushing her plump and furry pussy backward
toward him, looking behind her to make sure he was wearing a condom.  He
was, also had a lewd smile on his face as he ogled the younger girls,
and openly stared along the wide openings of their shorts.  Carla could
see where he was gawking and almost threw up, her little girls also
being used like little whores by a man who had no regard for decency or
gentility.  The only way she could get through it was to shift a little
closer to her girls so his view was blocked slightly and felt a little
easier about the whole dirty experience since he'd donned a condom.

Just before he pushed his dick inside her from behind, he snapped the
end of the carefully prepared condom just as he had planned.  As their
flesh met, this special brand of soft latex rolled back along his length
until it was nothing more than a ring of tight material at the base of
his cock, acting more like a cock-ring for him than protection for her.

Carla could tell that it didn't feel right, but before she had a chance
to pull away, he plunged deep inside her, hitting her G-spot and working
his fingers against her clitoris.  She jumped at the sensation of
electricity pulsing from deep within her body, something that she hadn't
expected.  He knew exactly where to press inside her vagina and along
the front of her clitty, turning her into a hungry whore in a matter of
a few seconds.

She tried to fight off the feelings within her body but was soon in the
middle of a wonderful orgasm.  At that point, she was lost to the
feelings coming from between her legs, bucked back against the creative
lad, and actually wanted him to pound his meat into her with more
passion than she realized.  She felt comfortable with the sensations
building in her body because she knew she was properly protected by a
flimsy layer of latex rubber.  She would find out how wrong she was when
the events being played out in front of her daughters would come to
their ignominious end.

He kept rubbing the ridges and that puffy pad of blood vessels and
nerves along the inside of her vagina and was quite expertly holding his
own as Carla's resistance fell away like the wrapper of a gift at a
birthday party.  He kept stroking inside her as wave after wave of
tremendous energy emanated from deep within her pussy, mountains of
electricity being poured forth and filling her to bursting.

By the time her fourth orgasm was coursing through her insides, he
finally let go and pulled her butt hard against his hips as his face
contorted and grimaced with painful pleasure and he bellowed a crude
exclamation of appreciation for her skills as a hot wet hole.

Carla didn't know how to feel right then as she held her face to the
sheets of this very talented man's bed close to her daughters feet.  The
fullness of the sensations were wonderful, but the circumstances of how
they got there left her feeling empty.  Even after the fullness of their
shared orgasms were dying away he kept slowly undulating into her, a
long slow series of thrusts providing them both with an ever more
satisfying second wave of pleasure.  Carla was amazed at how quickly her
own body surrendered to such a wicked and vile deed, her vagina openly
craving the fucking that she was a participant to.

It took almost fifteen minutes of constant lunges, slow thrusts, and
then almost tender pushes deep inside her body before they both silently
agreed she'd earned her wages.  He treated her rather well during the
entire session and even offered her some tissues to clean up with before
his next actions were revealed.  As he pulled his cock out of her tight
pussy with an indelicate 'slurp', she looked down between her legs and
saw that his condom was nothing more than a tight ring of latex around
the base of his dick.  That's when she knew she had been taken advantage
of.  He had put on a condom alright, but it was about as effective as a
promise from someone that had spent time in prison.

She was furious, turned around, and began beating him with her hands.
He instinctively reached out and hit her, knocking her to the back of
the sleeper right over her little girls' feet.  That's when all her
remaining money came out of her possession and fell helplessly to the
corner of his bed out of sight.  Tessa and Lisa screamed and launched
themselves into him like attack dogs.

He was about to hit them too but saw something between the open edges of
the dark curtain providing his privacy and recognized the local sheriff.
Any screaming that the sheriff heard would be met with jail time, so he
caught both of them and told them to behave and he would let them go.
His earlier plan to kidnap them, sell the girls and the young mother to
slave traders or kill their mother if she put up a fight was now fading.

Carla threw her clothes on, collected her girls and tried to rummage
around his cab for any evidence of the fifty dollars he owed her.  She
was about to begin trashing his cab when he finally decided to lose this
crazy bitch, tossed her a couple of hundred dollar bills and yelled at
her to get the hell out of his nice rig.  In the process of her attempt
to collect her money she also found more than she lost, most likely a
few bills that another foolish woman might have dropped along the way.

She took the money he owed her and even that little bit more as
compensation for his lying to her, even though it wouldn't repay her for
his having filled her tender body with his vile and deceitful goo.  She
was out of the truck and ready to get the Hell out of the fucking truck
stop when she realized that she'd lost all the previous money she'd
earned somewhere and must have left her tiny purse in the restaurant
manager's office, over three hours before.

In the process of getting her girls out of the man's clutches and down
out of his cab she dropped almost everything in her possession.  As her
feet hit the pavement and his truck started to move she couldn't even
find the small cache of bills that she collected after her assault.

It was at that moment she suspected the manager had seen her purse and
most likely stuffed the cash in his pocket, grateful for both the
'favor' and the monetary rewards it brought.  She had no idea where all
her hard work and disgusting efforts had taken her, fell to the ground,
and bawled like a baby as the man's truck roared off across the parking
lot, his identity never to be revealed to anyone who cared.  All of her
money was gone, except for little more than two hundred dollars.

Before she'd stepped up into his truck she'd finally collected enough
money to buy some decent food for their trip, get cleaned up in a hotel
bathroom, buy some more appropriate clothing for her and her girls, and
then get three bus tickets to Los Angeles.  Now, almost all of it was
gone.  She thought her life was over as she made her way back to the
restaurant so she could 'buy' some more time from the restaurant manager
and try to convince him to return what belonged to her.  It wasn't
likely, but she had to try anyway.

Unfortunate circumstances seemed to befall the poor lady, since the
next manager was on duty and this time it was a woman.  So much for
doing any more 'favors' for the manager or any more truckers.  Carla
felt worse than at any time in her young life, sure that she might have
to surrender her most prized possessions to someone for enough money so
they could get away as quickly as possible.

She used part of her meager funds to buy another burger and drink for
the three of them to share, waiting helplessly for the next few hours,
trying to come up with a way to extricate her and her little girls from
a terrible situation.  That's when she decided to have Tessa help her by
begging for money from only certain people who looked more like family
men than lonely and horny truckers, hoping that none of them would want
more than a quick feel of her bum or maybe a peek inside her shorts.

Carla was getting desperate and her judgment was completely impaired.
She was ready to try almost anything, except what had happened just a
few hours before.  She took her girls into the cold night air and began
looking for a likely target when she spotted a rather plain looking man
wearing a nice thick coat walking back to his very expensive RV.

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Once her shorts had been emptied of the bills I'd given her, Tessa
scooted even closer to me without asking and squirmed her way onto my
lap.  I remembered her tell me earlier that she wanted me to hold her,
so I figured it was that time.  I wrapped my left arm around her soft
bare shoulder and pulled her into my chest, looking down inside her top
and stealing a few brief glances at the fullness of her developing
breasts.  I lowered my left hand to her waist and gently held her little
body, hungry to feel her bare skin up inside her top if I could get away
with it.  In spite of the trouble I might get into as a result I hadn't
shared the tender softness of a little girl's body in a long time, and
my hunger for her skin was greater than any inside my belly.

Her titties were already beginning to show that she was going to be very
well endowed, and it made me wonder what side of the family she got her
breasts from.  It certainly wasn't her mother, since Carla could have
shared Tessa's bra, if the two tried to share one, and the young mother
might have enough money to put one on.  Tessa's dark pink nipples were
still quite firm and poked forward telling me she was still chilled.  At
least, I thought she was chilled.  About the only smart thing I did was
look and not touch, my knowledge of child molestation laws in the USA
much more harsh and quickly acted upon if I was caught.

When she was adequately settled, she turned her face to mine and finally
uttered something from deep within her soul, something so carnal and
shocking, I'm not sure I actually heard it.

"Timmy, if I did you a 'favor' would you help my mommy and my sister and
me and give me some more money?"

Carla's soft crying stopped immediately.  She looked at her daughter
incredulously.  How could her little baby girl want to do what she had
seen Carla do last evening?  Oh, how their lives had changed and what
they were having to do just to survive.

The only way I knew to respond was as if her request was purely innocent
in nature.

"Sure Tessa.  What kind of favor would you like to do for me?"

My attitude and face were bright and cheery, trying to convince Carla
that I was honestly not suspecting anything at all.  I figured she might
want to sweep or vacuum my RV, or maybe want me to play some kind of
card game of chance that she might have learned from a talented trucker.

Carla looked at me with disgust and anger, what she thought was a savior
and benefactor nothing more than the same type of man as all the rest
she'd seen and been with earlier.  She genuinely had accepted me as a
friend, but was beginning to suspect I was openly willing to have sex
with her eight year old little girl, right in front of her mother and
her younger sister.  Carla knew what a 'favor' meant to Tessa because of
Carla's financial situation, but I on the other hand had no inkling what
was about to unfold.

"Well ... if my mommy says it's okay ... would you like to ... "

She stopped talking in mid sentence unexpectedly and looked down to her
hands on her lap.  The silence was deafening.  I waited for ten seconds
before prompting for more info.

"Like to do what, Tessa?"

I could see tears starting to form in Tessa's eyes as she gained the
courage to utter the last few terrible words.

" ... to put your hands inside my shorts and tickle my peepee?  You can
if you really want to, but you need to give me twenty dollars before you
do that, okay?"

Imagine my shock when the words fell onto my ears.

What did she just ask me?  I think my hormones were interfering with my
ears, since I thought I was just propositioned by an eight year old
little girl to stuff my hand inside the front of her baggy shorts and
fondle her cunny at will, as long as I paid her first.  I sat looking at
her for about twenty seconds with a horrified expression until Tessa
lifted her tear streaked face back up and looked into my eyes.  I sat
dumbstruck as she looked at me, the child obviously waiting for some
kind of reply.  I couldn't do or think anything and just sat there like
a complete and perfect idiot.

Well ... nobody's perfect!

"Timmy?  Would you like to?  I really wouldn't mind if you did.  We need
the money really bad, and I'd like for you to help me and my mommy for a
little while, okay?  If you did it for more than just a little while,
then you could pay me some more after that."

My mind was reeling with visions of my hands pulling her shorts down and
off, lifting her oversized top off over her head, picking her up, and
taking her to my bed, a mere twenty feet away.  My hands began caressing
her tender body softly at first, then with more passion until I couldn't
wait any longer, pushing my face between her dirty legs and stroking her
tiny nubbin with my tongue with complete abandon, sending the little
girl into fits of one, two, three orgasms, her body bucking and
convulsing ...

"Timmy?  Are you mad at me for asking you?  Don't you want to touch and
tickle my peepee?"

Tessa broke my concentration from the erotic reverie and needed an
answer.  What she started doing under the table with my right hand
seemed so out of place I didn't think it was happening to me.  She took
the fingers of my right hand and pulled them up her left leg until the
ends of my digits disappeared inside the leg opening of her baggy
shorts.  In no time I could feel the absolute perfect softness of her
plump, young pussy I'd seen earlier.  She kept pushing my hand until my
fingers were curled up and the backs of them were along the length of
her vulva.  When my hand was where she wanted it, she let go and began
caressing my forearm softly, as if she were trying to show me what my
fingers were supposed to be doing.

Without thinking, that's exactly what they began to do.  My mind was
clouded with more hormonal fog than I realized as I continued to gently
caress her vulva up and down along the warm crease of her pussy.  The
feel of her plump labia lips was like none other I had shared in this
country in my entire life, and there is no way for me to accurately
describe it.  The closest I can come is the sensation of playing with
a woman's mouth, caressing her full lips, and softly squeezing each
hemispherical mound of flesh, feeling it give way, and then spring back
immediately.  I found myself pushing my fingers between her labia and at
the entrance to her snug vagina.

She did absolutely nothing to stop my lurid actions with her tender
flesh as my middle finger began to slowly travel further inside her
chubby body.  Since I was being very gentle and not crude like the last
dirty man, Tessa was going to permit my nasty touch.  As my finger
inched deeper within her tight honey box, Tessa smiled slightly and
closed her eyes half way, giving me the impression that I wasn't the
only one enjoying where my finger was and how I was moving it.

As I began wiggling my finger inside her vagina, rooting around so I
could stimulate her insides, I instinctively pushed my thumb up against
her clitty and softly massaged it.  She accepted my intrusion and spread
her legs a little bit, indicating that what I was doing met with her
approval.  That was the first time I'd ever finger fucked a little
American girl in my life and almost lost all of my inhibitions.

My lurid dee had gone far enough!  I could go to jail for the rest of my
life, most likely to be cut short by a bunch of hypocritical rapists,
murderers, and thieves.  I withdrew my finger and started to pull my
dirty hand away from her perfectly developed little pussy, but Tessa
caught me and immediately locked her hand down onto my arm, preventing
me from removing my hand from inside her baggy shorts.

Instead of accepting my gesture of decency, she pulled my hand back
inside and seemed to be trying to force my finger back within the
extents of her hungry young vagina.  I let her continue to hunt for the
exotic feeling that I'd provided as she kept pressing my hand along the
length of her pudendum, trying to recapture what she'd lost only seconds
before.  I did nothing to assist or prevent her from continuing her
efforts and luxuriated in the nasty passions of a little eight year old
slut.  I didn't have to wait very long before Tessa located the end of
my finger and was able to work it back inside her vagina, straightening
up briefly, and then settling down once my digit was deep inside.

It felt glorious to be able to finger an American elementary school
girl, the clean, pink, and plump softness of her naked vulva so very
satisfying.  Little more than ten seconds had ticked by when Lisa wanted
to further compound the situation by expressing her desire to provide
financial assistance for her mommy as well.

"Mister Timmy?  I can do a favor for you too, wanna see?"

She wiggled her way off the opposite side of the bench and worked her
way to my left side in the middle of the aisle, her face toward Tessa's
back.  The five year old pulled her shorts down until they were around
her ankles and had little difficulty in removing her top by yanking it
over her head and then tossing it to the floor beside her.

There before me and behind her older sister stood a naked little five
year old, wanting to do 'favors' for me so I would be willing to cough
up even more money so her mommy wouldn't have to do any more favors for
anybody else.  Her courage and tenacity were unmatched by any mercenary
or soldier of fortune.

I looked at Lisa for about five seconds, filling my mind with a truly
erotic display.  As an adult, I'd never seen a five year old little
American girl naked, and I was completely unprepared for what my mind
and body were telling me they wanted.  To my complete surprise and
horror, Carla did nothing to dissuade her daughters from fishing for
money with their beautiful young bodies, the young mother's eyes lowered
to the top of the table where her forearms were pressed.  I sat
motionless with Tessa on my lap and Lisa standing naked to my left, my
right hand up the older girl's shorts and my eyes on the younger one.

Lisa then leaned forward, pulled my left hand away from her big sister's
hips, and pushed my fingers into her naked cunny.  She then turned
completely around to her right as she held onto my hand, cupping my
digits right over her nude pubis.  My middle finger instinctively hooked
upward between her soft thighs, into her plump labia, and I was rewarded
with the warm wetness of her vaginal opening, stealing some of her
wetness as I teased at her nubbin slightly higher.

I gently caressed her slit up and down as she hugged my arm tightly to
her body, my hand held quite firmly against her pudendum as I filled her
preschool body with sensations that she hadn't expected.  With the
tenderness I'd only shown a few other little girls before, I wiggled the
end of my long digit between her tight lips, dragged along some slick
juice, and rolled the face of my finger tenderly over and around her
clitty.  Lisa was lost!

She'd felt a little of what I was doing once before from the nice man
who her mommy did that 'baby-making' thing with.  He touched her soft
peepee for just a second or two and made her think she'd felt the best
sensation ever.  In my RV I was gently rolling her tickle spot around in
tight circles and making her insides tingle with mountains of good
feelings, her need to keep those tickles going for as long as she
possibly could.

I could feel an incredibly intense amount of heat coming from Lisa's
cunny as my fingers cupped her naked flesh, my middle finger finding
where it was supposed to go.  In little over ten seconds from digitally
masturbating Tessa, I had my other middle finger against a preschool
pussy and was even more gently tease-fucking a five year old.  I didn't
push my finger inside her tender virginal cunny very far, fearing I
might tear her maidenhead and cause her incredible pain.

I just sat there with Tessa on my lap, my right hand pressed between her
plump legs, my middle finger inside her hot vagina, my thumb stimulating
her nubbin again, and my left hand cupping a five year olds pudendum, my
left middle finger gently hooked inside the opening of her vagina.  Lisa
didn't know what to expect and just stood there, holding my forearm
against her tummy as my hand continued it's dirty task, the wonderful
warm tickle feeling filling her body like a warm blanket.

It was only after I was about to remove my nasty left middle finger that
Lisa spoke.

"Timmy?  You can take as long as you want and I'll only ask you for
twenty dollars.  Is that fair ... Timmy?"

As much as I genuinely enjoyed fondling and molesting those two little
'angels' right in front of their mommy, I knew I had to politely stop.
Jail is not one of the destinations I'd planned for on my itinerary.
When the rational part of my mind came screaming to reality, I finally
moved and acted without delay.  If anyone nearby had seen or heard what
I'd just been offered, it would take less than thirty minutes before I
would be wearing chromed nickel bracelets, my wrists securely restrained
behind my back.

With great difficulty, I extracted my hands from two different parts of
Heaven, picked Tessa up off my lap, sat her back on the bench seat to my
right, shifted my legs out from under the table, and pushed Lisa away.
Carla watched in horror and suspected that her youngest daughter was to
be my first victim for sexual intercourse.  Instead of immediately
coming to her youngest daughter's assistance and preventing me from
acting on the incredibly magnanimous offer she just made me, Carla sat
with her eyes turned toward her hands in her lap and her mouth partially
open.  I never made full eye contact with Carla, not wanting to feel the
intense burning stare that I would certainly receive once we were
face-to-face and eye-to-eye.

I reached down to Lisa's feet and instead of pulling her shorts away, I
pulled them back up, and restored them to their earlier position along
her hips, stealing one last quick fondle.  I then picked up her top and
lifted it over Lisa's head, her arms shooting skyward automatically.

When she was returned to a more publicly decent appearance, I picked her
up.  To Carla, it must have looked like I was going to take Lisa to my
bedroom, undress, molest, and then have sex with her little body in
private for the next hour.

Instead, I turned her and sat her back down on the bench where she'd
been sitting during dinner.  I smiled, kissed her on the forehead,
returned to my previous location, and was immediately being turned into
Tessa's private seat cushion, her plump bum finding it's way again to my
lap.  Tessa must have thought I preferred her for my first sexual
activities for the evening, because she looked up into my eyes and asked
yet again, almost completely weakening my resolve in the process.

"Timmy?  Would you like to?  I wouldn't mind 'cause you're all gentle
and I like you.  I think you're the nicest man I've seen so far."

In spite of the possibility that I might be able to get away with it I
decided to revert back to a more polite and gentlemanly demeanor.

"Tessa, Honey, I'd love to touch and tickle your pretty body ... "

"AND MINE TOO!"

" ... yes, Lisa.  Yours too, but it's not right for me to do that
'cause it's not legal for a man as old as me to touch pretty little
girls like you and Lisa.  Besides, you don't know me and I might want to
do other stuff that's even naughtier than just touching."

Without even realizing it I'd just provided more information to my three
guests than I should have.  They could have used my statement against me
and I wouldn't have been able to deny that I might have considered doing
more than just fondling both of them for money.  That's when my rational
mind finally kicked in, and I spoke with a bit more certainty.

"If anyone found out I gave you money for touching your privates, I
could go to jail for a long time and I don't want that to happen."

Tessa looked down at her legs and began caressing my right hand as it
sat idly on her chubby thighs.  Her mind was reeling with everything
that she'd seen her mommy do and struggled to build up enough courage to
tell me it was okay if I wanted her to go bobbing for sausages or push
my peepee into her trickle.  She must have instinctively known I
wouldn't be able to resist her suggestion, and she looked back into my
eyes, more determined than ever to make me succumb to her young charms.

"I won't tell nobody, Timmy.  It'll be just our secret, okay?  You like
me, don't you?"

"Of course I like you Sweetie!"

"You think I'm pretty don't you?"

"I think you're the prettiest little girl I've seen in a long time.
Both you and Lisa are so pretty that it makes my heart ache to think
about all the terrible things that might happen to you if you have to do
this kind of stuff to make money."

Lisa sat watching her older sister work her charms on me and began to
succumb to her lack of sleep, her need to yawn overcoming her ability to
stay focused on making money.  It was the first time I saw her do it,
but I knew that they all must be very tired.  That was my way out of the
current dilemma and took advantage of it immediately.  I looked across
the table rather than down into Tessa's magnetic gaze and spoke to her.

"Are you tired Lisa?  If you want, we can get you ready for bed and you
can take a little nap.  Would you like that, Angel?"

As her second yawn forced her face into an elongated contortion, she
stretched her arms over her head and almost fell forward onto the edge
of the table as she nodded.

"Tessa, would you like to take a little nap too?"

Tessa was much more savvy than I gave her credit for.

"As long as you take a nap with me, Timmy!  Would you like to if I asked
you for only forty dollars?  If you promise to only touch me real soft
and tickle me after I pull my shorts down, then you can do it for only
twenty dollars as much as a whole hour.  If you want to do it some more
until the morning time, then could you give me another twenty dollars
after that?"

It actually sounded like a reasonable offer!

Carla watched spellbound as her eight year old little girl continued to
'work' me quite expertly.  Could the little girl have learned all this
from her mommy over the last few days?  I could tell from Carla's
expression that the young mother's shame and revulsion for what was
permanently part of her little girl's experiences grew, and she wanted
to crawl away and die for putting her babies in such a terrible
predicament.

I sat stupefied as again I was being propositioned by an eight year old
little American girl to have sex, even if it was nothing more than
gently touching and tenderly petting her naked pussy.  I could feel my
resistance begin to fall away and was almost ready to accept her offer,
but thought of a way to weaken her resolve.  If I could convince them,
they would get sleepy enough to leave me alone for a while so I could
think more clearly.

"How about if you and Lisa and your mommy have that nice hot bubble bath
that I promised before?  That way you can get all squeaky clean and then
we'll talk about it when you're all done, okay?"

A hot bath must have sounded strangely intoxicating to Carla, and I
could tell at least she was looking forward to me asking her as well.
At least I wasn't trying to talk her little girls into bed with me.

"Carla, would you like that hot bubble bath now?"

As I looked into her eyes, I saw a sense of relief and appreciation that
I hadn't expected.  I had somehow resisted taking Tessa and Lisa up on
their wonderful offers ... for the time being.

How strange it might have appeared to Carla.  In front of her sat an
otherwise normal looking middle aged adult male who just politely
refused to fondle and molest her two beautiful daughters right in front
of their loving mommy.  Of course, what Carla didn't know is that I'd
already been delicately caressing both of her lovely little girls a lot
more than she was aware of, my actions and hands hidden from Carla's
view.

Every man she'd any contact with over the last few days had no qualms in
accepting her offer for sexual gratification for the same amount of
money that her oldest daughter had requested.  Her look into my eyes
seemed to ask why I'd refuse to take up the magnanimous offers that
Tessa and Lisa were presenting.

I might not have looked queer to Carla, but there had to be a reason for
my refusal.  She could tell I liked to look at all of them and had
noticed how I seemed quite taken by the lovely views that all of them
had provided.  It seemed out of character for a man like me to refuse to
take advantage of a little girl's request for sex right in front of her,
since Carla did nothing to discourage what she thought I might want to
do.  I might just be nice enough to hang around for a day or two, should
her latest impression of me be correct.  She finally gathered some
strength and softly began to speak.

"Tim, you've been very kind to all of us, and I really appreciate
everything you're doing to make us feel welcome, especially what you did
just now.  Every man we've been around the last couple of days wouldn't
have waited two seconds to take Tessa and Lisa up on their offers, and
I'm a little surprised you didn't.  I think you're quite the gentleman
to refuse to provide any more money for what they're offering and to be
honest I'm just a little confused.  I'm not sure what to think right now
and I'm a bit uncertain if we should put you in an obviously difficult
situation.  However, I'd really love to take a hot bath right now, even
though we've already been such a burden to you.  If we continue to
accept such wonderful gifts from you for much longer, we have no way to
pay you back ... "

She stopped short and then looked deep into my eyes, aware of a way that
she could return the 'favor'.  Her daughters' favors might just be a way
to get what she wanted and needed at the same time, a hot bath and forty
or sixty more dollars and possibly more.

" ... unless ... "

Before I let my own hormones dictate my future behind strong vertical
bars I decided to close the deal in their favor.

"That's okay Carla.  You don't owe me anything.  I'd consider it a real
honor if you'd make yourself and your girls at home in my RV for a
little while until we can get all this stuff sorted out.  Can I convince
you to stay here with me for a few hours ... until you have a chance
to get back on your feet?  I promise I won't force you or your girls to
do anything that you don't want to.  You're quite safe here with me."

I was hoping Carla might recognize what I was implying.  Maybe if she
was bold enough she might 'overlook' my hands going places that the
local cops wouldn't have approved of.  She might even let me have some
mature company for a little while after the girls fell asleep on my
couch or recliner.  I hadn't had a good fuck in quite a while, and with
all that was being dumped in my lap I might just get one really soon.

Tears began streaming down Carla's face as she cracked a shaky smile at
me, grateful for my willingness to help them out of a real jamb.  She
realized what she was about to offer me before I cut her off and felt
physically ill at the thought of renting her daughters to a man they'd
met just a little while before.  She reached out with her left hand
across the table as if she wanted to thank me.  I didn't want to remove
my hand from Tessa's wonderfully soft legs but knew I should.  Tessa let
go of my right hand and looked up to my face as if she was telling me
that she wanted me to return my appendage to her lap as soon as I was
done with her mommy's hand.

Without saying a word I could discern she was telling me that she
hungered for my touch with increasing passion, unaware of what her body
was forcing her to do and almost forgetting about the money.  That funny
tingle returned to her trickle and she instinctively pushed her left
hand between her legs and worked her fingers inside her shorts.  She
began wiggling her fingers between her labia up and down until she
discovered where her fingers were supposed to be.  The brief sex
education lesson that I'd provided gave her enough information to find
her nubbin by herself.

As I took Carla's hand and squeezed it lovingly, smiling back at her and
looking into her tired eyes, Tessa found her tickle bump and began
rubbing it with the tips of her index and middle fingers, her hand
hidden from her mommy's view by the table.  As Carla began spewing loads
of gratitude and thanks upon me, I could see out of the bottom of my
eyes that Tessa had found something in her shorts that had captured her
fascination, her little hand quite expertly working her most sensitive
spot to a nice rhythm.

When Carla let my hand go, I returned it to Tessa's legs about two
inches below where her digits were flailing away at her tender clitty.
Within a few seconds, I was able to shift my digits up her chubby limb
until the side of my index finger was pressing softly against the back
of her left hand still inside her shorts and working furiously.  Tessa
seemed to realize that someone else could do the work for her, pulled
her hand out of the leg opening, grabbed my wrist, and plunged my hand
back inside.

Money?  What money?  I was getting to feel her up for free!

This time, I didn't resist her desire to use my hand and allowed my
thumb to fall right on top of her stimulated clitty.  I twisted my hand
and pressed the tip of my middle finger against her vulva, making a
series of circles and then a combination of circles and up and down
strokes across the length of her puffy quim.  She melted almost
immediately and opened her legs a little wider so I had enough room to
work her flesh properly.

Carla began to softly tell me how me she appreciated at least one man
being kind to them while they were trying to get out of town, not
revealing very much but filling my RV with loads of conversation.

What the young petite mother didn't know was how much her eight year old
was being pleasured under the table, her half closed eyes not revealing
how tired she was but how deeply she appreciated the tingling sensations
I was imparting to her growing nubbin and increasingly wet vagina.

Using long practiced thumb movements I tenderly rolled Tessa's clitty
around over and over, slipping my longest finger between her vulva and
exploring the tight wet confines of her developing womanhood.  The
little girl was a mass of tingling nerves as I teased her excited nubbin
under my submission and control.  Whatever likelihood there may have
been for me to pay for this privilege was long gone, the little girl's
hunger for continued pleasure certain to convince me to do it just
because I was a nice guy and gave them some hot cocoa and a PB&J
sandwich.

I was able to slip my middle finger a bit further into her slick vagina
than before, but not far enough to see if she would have been able to
tolerate my length.  Her willingness to permit such immoral digital
activity had to have been because of previous sexual antics with some
naughty boys or maybe even her daddy.

It didn't matter, since I wasn't about to do anything more than enjoy
her tight, tender silken flesh hug my finger and accept the pressure of
my thumb for a few minutes anyway.  It would be fun while it lasted, but
I'd be sure to leave them safely in someone else's hands before making
my way down the road.  There would be lots of questions asked if those
girls and their mother went missing and I was the last person they'd
been seen with.  I knew somebody had to have seen them making their way
around the parking lot, so anonymity would be quite unlikely.

When Carla began shifting her body down the other side of the bench seat
toward her now sleeping Lisa, I knew it was time to stop.  Tessa didn't
agree at first and wanted me to continue to do her a 'favor', gripping
my wrist with all her strength.  I was little more than three feet from
going to jail and knew I needed to convince my little play toy that we
could do this later, when we were alone and the opportunity presented
itself again.  I turned my mouth so it was directly over her right ear
and softly whispered into it.

"Tessa, let's go get you and your little sister all cleaned up, okay?
If we get a chance to be alone for a few minutes, I'll try to tickle you
again like this.  Is that alright?"

I pulled a little harder and broke her concentration, the hungry little
nymphomaniac-in-training finally letting my hand go.  I picked her up
off my lap, twisted over the bench, shifted her backward slightly, and
set her feet to the floor as Carla extricated herself from behind the
wide dining table.  As they turned in the direction of my bathroom I
pushed my hand to my face and drew in a deep breath, filling my lungs
with the acrid aroma of a little girl who hadn't had a bath in a few
days.  The smell was pungent and strong and didn't seem to fit what I
thought would be her normal countenance.  After her bath she would feel,
smell, and maybe taste so much better.  I reeled at the thought of
having such a willing little girl so close to me in my nice RV.

Carla picked Lisa up and held her sleeping body to the young mother's
body just as she most likely had earlier, the little girl's head hanging
over Carla's left shoulder, and her arms flopping down along Lisa's
sides.  Tessa also wanted to be picked up and thrust her arms up toward
my face.  Carla turned around briefly and smiled as she saw me blush
profusely.

"Looks like you've got a 'cling-on', huh Tim.  Guess you won't be able
to do anything around here anymore unless Tessa's on your lap or in your
arms?  Serves you right for being so darned sweet to her."

Carla's subtle reprimand was followed by a crooked smile and a wink,
telling me that she approved of my being tactile with Tessa.  Her
permission for me to pick up her oldest daughter pleased me immensely.
I leaned forward and picked my little lover up, hugging her to my chest
as I cupped her bum with my hand.  She molded herself to me as she
hugged my neck lovingly, hooking her legs around my waist and pressing
her cunny into my body.  I wanted to hook my fingers under her bum and
continue to work her tender clitty while I carried her to the bathroom,
but resisted the temptation.

When Carla saw how big and well appointed my bathroom was, she stepped
inside and gawked with her mouth open.  It must have looked like a five
star hotel spa to her, the oversized garden tub with whirlpool jets,
glass around the periphery, and mirrors everywhere along the walls of
the bathroom.  The room wasn't more than five feet wide by six feet long
in its compacted location, but compared to the other smelly and dirty
bathrooms she had to use at the restaurant, mine seemed like a palace to
her.  I sat Tessa down on the closed commode, my little heartbreaker
reluctant to let go.  It took me two tries, but I was able to pull back
far enough to allow some air between our bodies.

As I pulled away from her, I snuck a genuine kiss on her soft lips which
produced a bright, beautiful smile on her young face.  She had stolen my
heart and I had done the same to hers.  I didn't know Carla saw me kiss
Tessa and longed to be the focus of my attention and be treated just
like her oldest daughter.  With all that she had experienced the last
few days, anything I'd done up to that point seemed like it had been
scripted from a love story, or better still, a romance novel.  I was
being looked at by Carla as her rescuer and benefactor, delivered from
Heaven above.  Little did she suspect that my thoughts and desires had
been concocted from deep within Hell.

"Let me get you some towels and that bubble bath that I promised."

After I stood I pulled out three oversized bright white bath towels, as
many washcloths, and then reached into the back of the cabinet under the
sink and pulled out a bottle of bubble bath that had a bunch of cartoon
characters all over the front covered in mountains of pink foam.  It
must have seemed odd to Carla for a middle aged man to have a bottle of
childrens bubble bath, but she didn't give me the impression that she
minded at that point.

Carla stood patiently as I began to draw their bath, my impression that
she was waiting for me to finish so she could undress her daughters and
bathe them in private.  I'd hoped she would let me stay and watch and
maybe even help, but I quickly realized that my hormones were affecting
my judgment.

Why would Carla want me to help get them undressed?  We had just met a
couple of hours earlier and didn't know each other well enough to let me
see her or her daughters naked, although, I had seen her little five
year old strip her own clothes off and stand with pride as she went
about propositioning me.

An overdose of testosterone in a man's body can really affect his mind!

Even though I'd been repeatedly propositioned by a second or third
grader and also by a preschooler, there was no precedent for a perfect
stranger to undress and begin to fondle their naked bodies right in
front of their mother, no matter how nice I seemed.

The water filled the tub as I poured some bubblebath soap in, Tessa
looking on anxiously as the pink bubbles began to expand and build
higher and higher.  Just as I was about to leave, Carla surprised me
with her next request.

"Tim ... would you please help me with my girls?  I can't give both of
them a bath with Lisa sleepy like this.  Would you mind?  Even though we
just met, I don't want to offend you by forcing you to help me with
bathroom duty.  But the way you acted earlier, I thought it might be
nice if we shared a 'family' moment like normal people do.  It might be
sweet to pretend we're on a vacation or holiday and the little girls'
daddy is helping me to give them a hot bubble bath in our brand new RV.
Besides, it might act as a small payment for what you've done for all of
us recently to be able to ...  "

She stopped just long enough for me to get the hint.  It wasn't that
hard to follow her, and I suspected she knew I liked little girls a lot
more than most men.  The fact that she asked me to hang around proved
that she was going to 'repay' me by letting me at least look, and maybe
even touch one or both of her little angels.  My heart was pounding in
my chest at the thought of a young mother allowing something like that.

"You wouldn't mind, would you, Carla?"

When she smiled at me I knew she was refering to my touching and
fondling her little girls as recompense for all of my food, warmth, and
kind words.  She made her point and I had no desire to make her feel any
worse by forcing her to clarify her incomplete statement.

"I'm flattered that you'd trust me like that Carla.  I'm honored that
you'd ask me, and I'd be happy to help any way I can.  Are you sure you
don't mind?"

"No, I don't, thanks Tim.  I know this must be such an imposition on
your privacy, but I'm pretty worn out right now, and I don't have the
energy to give both of my little ones a proper bath by myself and still
have enough juice to get myself all cleaned up.  I'm not going to miss
any chance or refuse an opportunity to have a nice hot bath.  It's been
a little while since we got cleaned up properly and I've been looking
forward to this ever since I jokingly asked you earlier.  I really
didn't think you'd let me and my girls take a bubblebath in your RV, and
I really appreciate your kindness."

"I know we haven't known each other very long Carla, but I want you to
know that I've fallen in love with you and your girls and I'll do
whatever I can to help you out.  I hope that doesn't offend you because
I can be pretty direct sometimes.  More than once I've scared off a nice
lady by expressing my sentiments.  Please don't worry.  I'll try to keep
this all in perspective."

"I'm flattered Tim.  I didn't realize that we had that kind of complete
effect on you."

Carla's expression began to indicate a sense of naughty satisfaction and
curiosity, her smile telling me that she enjoyed mocking me and making
me feel just a little uncomfortable.

"I hope we haven't taken away your sense of self control either, Tim?
I'd hate to think that we've turned you into one of our minions to be
commanded as we wished and whose will we can mold to our liking.  We
might force you to do something that you might be unable or unwilling to
resist."

Her sense of humor was quirky and sexy and gave her the appeal that I
had been looking for in a woman for so many years.  She had become very
alluring, in spite of and it seems somewhat in deference to her youthful
appearance and tiny stature.  She was attractive in so many ways that I
was more than interested, I was intrigued.  It was almost as if I was
being challenged to see if I could get her to flirt with me some more.
It would have to wait until we had a chance to do so in private, though,
unless she gave me another subtle hint, of course.

I turned back toward the tub and focused my efforts on providing my
guests with a lovely bath.  With the tub about a quarter full and the
bubbles almost coming to the top edge, I shut the water off and turned
to what I knew was going to be my first of hopefully many opportunities
to see Tessa naked.  I knelt down in front of her as she smiled up at me
and squeezed her little arms together, scrunching her shoulders inward,
and drawing her head in a little like a turtle, giddy with anticipation.
I was anxious to undress her, both so I could bathe her, and also
because I ached to run my hands all over and also see her chubby little
naked body.

Carla set Lisa's feet down to the floor and began undressing her, barely
able to keep her daughter upright as the five year old teetered back and
forth in her sleepy haze.  It wasn't very difficult to remove the two
pieces of loose clothing she had on and before I realized it, Lisa was
again as naked as the day she was born right next to me.  It was
difficult for me to stay focused on Tessa as I longed to stare at Lisa's
pretty little body, her chubby legs barely able to keep her from falling
down.  The cleavage between her thighs seemed to keep my attention drawn
upward to the delicate and plump 'Y' held in a place of true beauty.

Carla saw me staring and gently nudged me in the side to regain my
attention.  In order to disarm any fears she might have had of me having
my way with Lisa or Tessa, I turned in place and lowered my face to the
floor right in front of Lisa's tiny naked feet.  I placed my elbows
stretched out along each side of her ankles and my hands and forearms
flat to the floor.

"Ohhh, Mistress Lisa!  I will honor and worship thee as one of my true
goddesses.  I will obey your every command and act as your slave forever
and ever.  Command me and I will obey."

Lisa was still so sleepy that she wasn't quite sure what I was trying to
prove.  Carla tickled her just enough to get her attention and nodded
her head toward me so Lisa could see me at her tiny feet.  The poor
thing was just too sleepy to catch on and play along.  After five
seconds I knew I needed to withdraw and leaned back onto my haunches,
smiling at both Lisa and Carla.

"Well, well!  It looks like I was right, huh girls?  He is ours to do
with as we want."

My mind immediately screamed words that echoed an eternity.

"Carla, oh Carla.  If only you'd command me to have sex with you and
your daughters."

I shifted my eyes back to Tessa and lifted her up off the commode so I
could undress her.  In little more than ten seconds she was also
standing naked before me and I was again completely in awe of such a
wonderful creation.  To keep everything equal between Lisa and Tessa, I
scooted back about a foot, and repeated what I'd done before.  This time
my nose was a mere inch away from Tessa's toes and my arms along each
side of her little feet.  I made sure the inside of each arm was against
the sides of her ankles so she could feel my body heat.

"Ohhh, Mistress Tessa!  I will honor and worship thee as one of my true
goddesses.  I will obey your every command and act as your slave forever
and ever.  Command me and I will obey."

Tessa was awestruck as I prostrated myself right at her feet, giggling
with excitement.  She immediately leaned down and put both of her hands
on the back of my head, caressing me softly.  She then did something
that seemed quite out of character for an eight year old.

While she was bent forward, she splayed her knees apart, her plump naked
cunny less than a foot away from the back of my noggin.  Without any
prompting at all, Tessa tugged my head slightly forward until I moved my
lips right over her toes.  Without hesitation, I kissed her toes and
nuzzled the tops of both of her feet.  She immediately started to squeal
and enjoyed the sensation immensely.  I didn't want to stop, but knew I
should.

Knowing I needed to preserve at least the impression of some sense of
decency, I scooted back away from her and leaned back, smiling at her,
and looking right into her eyes.  I tried not to stare directly at
Tessa's perfectly formed pudendum and put my hands on her waist, looking
into her gaze as I asked my next question.

"Would you like to go pee before I give you a bath, Honey?"

In a meek little mouse of a voice, she responded with the tip of one
index finger tucked between her teeth.

" okay "

I lifted the commode lid after which Tessa placed her bum on the open
ring and then stared right at me.  Within seconds, a loud hiss could be
heard beneath her and she giggled as she sat there naked in front of her
mommy, her sister, and her new friend, a man who'd shown her and her
family more respect and compassion than anyone in the last few days.
When she was done I tugged a few squares of tissue off the roll and
handed them to her, watching closely as she opened her chubby legs and
thrust her right hand between them, wiping herself nice and dry.  I was
permitted only a few quick glances between her legs at her precious quim
as she tended to herself and then let the soiled paper fall weakly into
the commode.

I picked her up, put her feet to the floor just outside the tub and
moved out of the way, Carla replacing Lisa's sleepy body on the seat.
Carla repeated for Lisa what I had done for Tessa except for the drying
part.  Carla had to tend to her youngest, since Lisa was so sleepy, she
wouldn't be able to do a proper job by herself.  Within a minute, there
were two naked little girls standing next to my once lonely garden tub.

We put the girls in the tub at the same time, Lisa waking up just enough
to begin playing with the masses of bubbles.  The moment both of my sexy
little visitors began to toss huge handfuls of foam into the air, Carla
was about to restrict the amount of fun Lisa and Tessa were starting to
have, but I nudged her with my right arm and shook my head, indicating
that they were allowed to play as much as they wanted.  She was a little
hesitant for her girls to make a mess, but soap washes off easily and
the brand that I selected was one that didn't leave any traces after
being rinsed off walls, mirrors and tubs.

Lisa woke up completely and really began having a good time, probably
the first time in a very long time.  I envied both girls for their child
like play, temporarily forgetting everything about their financial
predicament.  That's just the way it was supposed to be for pretty
little girls.  They aren't supposed to be beset with troubles or pain,
and it pleased me tremendously to see them playing in the tub in front
of me.  Carla and I let them just splash and blow bubbles for the first
ten minutes, not wanting to diminish the level of enjoyment they were
having.

As the girls enjoyed their play time in the tub, Carla and I carried on
a relatively meaningless and somewhat awkward conversation.  The
subjects seemed to be restricted to those that were fairly unimportant
and not having to do with why they'd be running around the parking lot
of a truck stop at two thirty in the morning and begging for money.

We talked softly as we watched the little girls gather mounds of foam
between their hands and then either blow it at the other little girl or
mush it around over her own head.  It was so easy to catch glimpses of
both of their little titties, developing mounds of flesh on Tessa and
tiny pads of baby fat on Lisa.  Their nipples were perfect alignment
guides as I stole frequent glances at their chests, hungry to apply both
hands so the soap might begin to peel off a few layers of dirt.

Carla felt it was finally time to start the cleaning part of their bath,
so I retrieved a bottle of shampoo that was very gentle and didn't sting
if it accidentally went into little ones' eyes and squirted a small dab
on the tops of both of their heads.  This brought an immediate series of
giggles and squeals since the cool gel started to work it's way through
their hair and across their scalps.  Carla and I got each of our little
dust mops started washing their own hair clumsily as I took the bright
white washcloths, a fresh bar of ladies' soap, and offered them both to
Carla first.  She developed a wonderful lather in her washcloth and then
presented the bar to me, allowing me to do the same.  I was a little
surprised at first, but quickly accepted.

We started at their faces, tickled their ears, and began working down
their backs and chests virtually at the same pace as Tessa and Lisa
continued to wash their hair.  That's when I knew I finally had my
chance to push my left hand under the veil of bubbles and begin
caressing Tessa's tummy, moving my hand lower and lower until I had
slipped it gently between her soft legs.  Without so much as an upward
glance, Tessa spread her legs slightly and allowed my hand to pass
between her thighs until my fingers were cupping her plump cunny as I
continued to wash her body with my soapy towel filled right hand.  I was
able to do the entirety of her chest and back and needed to finish with
her legs and tender spots.

"Okay squirt, time to stand up so I can do your legs."

As sweetly and obediently as any child could possibly be, she smiled up
at me while I wiggled my fingers between her legs as she began to stand
up.  As she stood before me with her left side facing me, I held onto
her right leg, my left hand around her upper thigh, and my thumb pressing
between her slightly spread legs delicately touching her bubble covered
body.  She looked like a mass of foam as she stood up, white and pink
speckles covering her from chin to knees.  My hand was now conveniently
hidden from view by the voluminous mass of bubbles and I began to freely
push my thumb a little harder into her vulva as I turned her around so I
could finish her lower back.

When enough soap had fallen away and was about to expose what I was
doing, I lowered my hand slightly and retrieved my thumb, leaving my
hand on the front of her right leg and gently hugging her thigh as I
diligently cleaned the back of her legs.  When both legs were washed
down to water level, I reached up and delicately washed the outside of
her bum, sending her into fits of giggles.

"I guess I need to let mommy do that ticklish part, huh Tessa?"

She immediately stopped giggling and lowered her face, slightly
embarrassed with her level of amusement at my touch.  I turned her
around and put my left hand around her bum, cupping her right cheek and
pushing my fingers between her pliable flesh.  She squat down slightly
and allowed my fingers to push all the way between her legs and up
against her wonderfully soft vulva, straightening back up once my index
finger was firmly in place between the warm caresses of her young labia.

She squeezed her legs together slightly as I tickled her cunny and
looked at me as if I were an immortal being of supreme abilities, her
broad smile a sure indication that she was genuinely pleased with the
amount of contact I was providing her.  It seemed odd that she thought
my cloth filled hand was ticklish and my bare fingers traveling nastily
along her naked flesh and exploring without regard for decency was
perfectly acceptable.

Carla seemed to keep pace with my every action and just as I had
finished washing the front of Tessa's lower legs, she had Lisa sit back
down and had the little sweetie lift one foot for proper cleaning.  I
repeated what Carla had done with Lisa, holding Tessa's little feet one
at a time and washing each one.  I couldn't resist rubbing between her
toes, caressing and fondling the whole of her tiny foot, squeezing and
caressing it with my free hand as I washed it with my other cloth filled
one.  At one point, we had both girls squealing and writhing in
pleasurable agony as we tickled the bottoms of each of their feet,
laughter filling the room and our ears.

When I was done with Tessa's feet, I stood her back up and held onto her
waist as I presented the washcloth to Carla so she could do the most
delicate parts in front and back between her soft and wonderfully
tempting legs.  I really wanted to do it myself, but had to refrain from
acting on any of my desires so blatantly.  If I was able to develop our
relationship slowly, I might be able to do it in private and enjoy it
much more.

"Okay Mommy.  Time for you to do the really dirty and super soft parts.
It's your turn to take over."

Tessa looked at me with a very disappointed expression, hoping I would
have the courage and desire to do it myself.  She put her right hand on
my left shoulder and leaned into me a little, wanting me to change my
mind and do the job myself.  Tessa gathered her courage and took matters
into her own hands, so to speak.

"Mommy, you'll let Timmy finish washing me up, won't you?  He's been
good to me like a daddy, and I don't mind if he cleans my trickle and
bummy with you right here.  He can finish, can't he Mommy?"

I sat back on my haunches and looked at her quite surprised, very proud
of her innocent suggestion that I might be trustworthy enough.  Even
though I had been touching her quite naughtily during the whole ordeal,
she thought of me as a 'daddy' and actually longed for me to finish my
fatherly duties.  Carla never lifted her face as she answered.

"Sure Tessa.  If you don't mind, Timmy can finish washing you all clean
if he wants to.  Just don't get mad at me if he starts tickling you
again.  It looks like you enjoy Tim giving you a bath much more than
when 'I' do it."

Carla turned and looked at me as she pushed her cloth covered hand
between Lisa's legs and wiped and scrubbed her five year olds cunny and
puckered asshole.  Her expression was relaxed and pleasant, comfortable
with all of my attentions to her oldest little girl.  I couldn't believe
that I was being permitted to openly touch Tessa in front of her mother
after having been propositioned only a half hour before by both little
girls.  I was intrigued and felt a wave of contentment run over me.

"Come on Timmy, you need to finish."

Tessa regained my attention and I was again looking at her bubble
covered body as she held my shoulder and pulled slightly, wanting me to
finish the last few square inches of her tiny frame.  Not wanting to
make any of the girls feel as if I was not up to the task, I rather
nonchalantly pushed my cloth covered hand between her spread legs and
gently worked the soap into all the soft creases and folds being
presented to me.  Tessa flinched when I touched the cloth to the bottom
edge of her plump puddy and I attributed it to fear or apprehension.

After a minute, Tessa seemed to enjoy the sensation of my hand working
her pussy far more than I thought she should, her mouth open slightly
and her eyes glazed over, her lids half closed.  If I kept up her gentle
attack, I would be tempted to slip my long middle finger between her
full labia and my thumb over her nubbin so I could root around until she
was bucking into my hand for three or four minutes.

When I thought she was clean enough, I pulled my hand away from her
precious flesh and then turned her around.  It looked elegant for her
bum to be extending toward my face as she bent forward, her hands on the
wall across the tub and her legs spread wide enough for me to climb
completely under her.

I pushed the still soapy cloth between her legs and began gently working
it along the very tender and quite red area around her anus.  Apparently
she hadn't been cleaning herself properly the last few days and her skin
had started to become irritated.  She flinched a lot more than before as
the soap washed some of the protective dirt from her ass, causing me to
withdraw my hand automatically.

"Does it hurt a little, Tessa?"

"Uh huh!"

"Let me do it again for just a minute so you can be good and clean and I
promise I'll be more gentle.  After you're all dry, I'll put some
medicine on your bummy so it will stop hurting, okay?"

"Thanks Timmy.  I'm glad you're so good to me and my mommy and sister.
I wish you could be my real daddy."

I reeled from the insinuation that I was capable of taking care of her
like her father should have, and I felt very guilty about molesting and
fondling her precious body earlier.

"That's very sweet, Tessa.  I'm glad you found me this evening instead
of somebody else."

"Yeah, me too!"

"That goes for me too, Tim.  If you hadn't been the one Tessa had gone
up to earlier, I'm not sure where we'd be right now.  I'm sure both of
my girls feel more comfortable with you than they ever have with anyone
they just met."

Something about this scenario and Tessa's constant insinuations that I
could take on fatherly activities on a regular basis uncorked something
in the girls' mother, Carla beginning to reveal a lot more than she
might have before the girls were being washed in a nice garden tub of
some guy's fancy RV.

Carla began unloading her heart to me, telling me about her abusive,
alcohol addicted husband and the fact that he was a cop in a large city
in South Central Texas.  She had tried to get away from him once before,
but he found them, dragged them home, and beat Carla severely.  She
almost believed him when he told her that it was her fault that he was
beating her, since she was the one who left and tried to run away with
his daughters.  Her being in an Oklahoma truck stop seemed incongruous,
but she added that she needed to drive in some obscure direction to
throw her husband off her trail.

When she told me that her drunken husband had stumbled into Tessa's
bedroom two months before and began to fondle her, I cringed.  It was
only after she heard her daughter say four words that should never be
uttered by a little girl that got Carla out of bed.  Those four words
echoed an eternity in her head as she tried to think of all the things
that would happen to her and her girls if they fought back.  I could
actually hear Tessa softly saying, "NO, DADDY!  STOP IT!" and then the
drunken asshole yell back, "BE STILL!"

Before Carla or Tessa could pull him off of her naked body, he had his
middle finger between her thighs and was forcing his digit as far into
her virgin body as was possible.  Carla then told me what she heard her
husband say in an evil and lecherous voice with a tremendous amount of
sick pride.

"She's getting old enough now and this belongs to me so I'm gonna take
it before somebody else does!"

When she heard Tessa scream and then saw her husband's longest finger
covered with blood, Carla knew she needed to get them away from the man
at any cost.  It took them a while to convince the abusive drunk to
leave Tessa alone, her screams and crying afterward not quite enough to
force him away.  She didn't say how she coaxed her husband away from her
oldest little girl, but I suspected I didn't want to know.

As she continued to pour out her heart, I finished washing Tessa's bum,
turned her around and sat her back down, letting her play with my hand
under the bubbles.  She had quickly become so accustomed to my every
caress that she worked my hand between her open legs and began rubbing
the back of my fingers along the cleft of her pussy, still hidden by the
mass of bubbles that remained after all the playing, washing, and
splashing.  It felt strange that Tessa would let me fondle her pussy
right after her mother told me about Tessa's abusive father.  It sat
heavy in my chest.

As Carla continued for the next fifteen minutes, I kept looking at her
face as my hands found every soft spot on Tessa's body that was
protected by the remnants of the bubbles.  She must not have suspected
that I was fondling Tessa right there in front of her, since Carla sat
down on the floor and went on and on about her difficult past.

It was one of the most contradictory moments I had ever experienced in
my life.  There I was, both of my hands below water level, hidden by a
mass of bubbles and foam, diddling and molesting a little eight year old
right in front of her mother, while that woman poured her heart out to
me.  It felt wonderful to play with Tessa's tender flesh, massage each
half of her labia, and then slip my fingers back and forth across the
entrance of her vagina.  I even got brave enough to slip my middle
finger as far inside the little girl as I dared as my thumb continued to
work her nubbin back and forth.  Tessa eagerly accepted the intrusion,
my antics far more gentle and loving than anything she had ever
experienced with her father or the man I knew nothing about.

Lisa started yawning again which prompted me to withdraw my hands from
Tessa, let the water out, and reach for the hose wand so I could rinse
them soap free.  Once all the bubbles and soap had been removed from
their elegantly little naked forms and the entire extents of the tub, I
grabbed the thirsty towels so we could dry the little cuties off and get
them ready for bed.  I hadn't worked out where they were going to sleep
yet, but figured I'd give them my bed.  There was plenty of room on one
of the bench seats for me to crash, so I figured I'd be able to give
them plenty of privacy while all three of them slept where 'I' normally
did.  It might also prevent them from disappearing into the darkness
before I had a chance to be a part of their lives.

We picked each of the girls up and set their bright pink feet to the
floor and dried them from toes to nose, my left hand holding Tessa
around her right leg and my fingers hooked far enough around the back of
her leg so I could feel the bottom of her puffy pussy.  Tessa was the
perfect playtoy for me, allowing me to touch her anywhere I wanted
without the slightest resistance or complaint.  By that time Lisa was
again awake and was giggling nearly as much as Tessa was.

When my little bath-time partner was completely dry, I looked at her
once again, this time a much prettier and much nicer smelling little
angel.

"Now that'S what I call a pretty little girl!  I think I'm going to keep
this one."

She giggled and put her right index finger in her mouth again, pleased
that I would want to keep her for myself.  She'd already fallen in love
with me and was completely enamored with everything that I did for her
and her family.  If I wanted her to do anything at all, she would most
likely obey my every command willingly.

How little I suspected at the time.

Carla beamed at the prospect of someone caring for her and her girls
with the affection and love of a real husband, her mind flying with all
sorts of possibilities.  When she realized that we had just met and that
her fantasies about a loving husband and father to her girls was just
that, a fantasy, her expression changed.  When she returned to Earth, it
looked like someone had told her that she was worthless and not wanted.
I could tell she was feeling low, so I tried my best to allay her fears
and bring her back to the sunny side of life.

"Carla, would you mind keeping me company for a few days ... until you
have a chance to get back on your feet?  I really have enjoyed you and
your girls being here, and I'd really feel proud to have you stay.
Would you stay ... please?"

"Can we stay with Timmy, Mommy?  He's so nice to us and makes us laugh
and isn't mean or anything.  Can we, please?"

Within five seconds, Carla's eyes were filled to brimming with huge
alligator tears and started to flow down her cheeks, cascading like a
small dam about to break.  Tessa and Lisa saw what was about to happen
and thrust themselves into their loving mommy, hugging her tightly as
they both worked on her resistance to accept my offer.

"I don't know girls.  Tim has been very good to us tonight, but we have
no way of paying him back.  If we keep accepting favors from him, we're
going to be indebted to him for a very long time.  I'm not sure he would
want us to be hanging around him because he has his own life to live and
has to keep going where he was headed before we stopped him.  I'd love
to stay with him and have him take care of all of us, but I don't know
if we should burden him with all of our problems."

"Carla!  You and your girls are in no way a burden to me.  I'd consider
it an honor to be your host and benefactor for as long as you'd permit.
You look like you could use some good luck for a little while, and I
certainly could use such wonderful company.  I hope there are some
secret words I could use on you to convince you to stay ... at least
until you get tired of me or we get you to where you want to go.  I
won't put any limits on your stay or restrictions on your activities
while you're here.  I'd really like it if you could stay.  Would you
please?"

"Mommy?  Can we, please?"

"Yeah Mommy.  We can stay with Mister Timmy, just for a little while.
please?  <yawn>"

The three of us finally broke down all of Carla's resistance and she
nodded as she stared at the bathroom floor.  Both girls squealed in
excitement and hugged their mommy lovingly.  Carla looked up between her
girls wet hair and smiled at me.  I knew what her mind was telling me
and I leaned over and put my right hand around her back and my left
around Tessa's bum.  As I hugged Carla, I softly caressed and fondled
her oldest daughter's wonderful ass, never causing my little playtoy any
discomfort or apprehension.

We stayed like that for little over two minutes when I remembered that
Tessa's bum was red and irritated.  Knowing I had an obligation to keep
her clean, healthy, and safe, it was my duty to take on yet more of my
adult responsibilities.  Hopefully I'd be able to assume some lecherous
ones at the same time.  All I had to do was lean back and stare at my
two naked visitors for me to smile broadly and then speak softly to the
older of the two after they released their grasp of Carla.

"Tessa?  Would you like for me to put some cream on your bummy so it
won't be so irritated?"

At first she looked into my eyes as if she were afraid, but then looked
to the floor and smiled slightly, knowing that her lack of cleanliness
over the last few days had caused her bum to become irritated and sore.
She secretly was looking forward to my nursing duties, aware that I
would be touching her most sensitive places, but also had the good sense
to understand that I'd be doing the deed right in front of her mommy and
baby sister.  She nodded and kept her eyes away from mine, thoroughly
embarrassed.

"Okay, let me get the medicine."

I stood up and went to the medicine cabinet, rummaged around for a few
seconds, and retrieved a small silver tube.  I returned to my previous
position in front of Tessa and sat down.

"Okay Munchkin, I'm gonna have to lie you down so I can put this where
the sun normally doesn't shine."

Her smile broadened slightly as she put her right index finger in her
mouth, meekly accepting all of my instructions as she waited for me to
unfold and spread her towel to the floor.  She lie down with her legs
facing Carla and Lisa, then lifted her knees and scooted toward me until
her right hip was pressed against the front of my knees.  She grabbed
her legs behind her knees and pulled them toward her chest, splaying her
legs apart so I had complete and unrestricted access to every square
inch of her body between her chubby thighs.

When Carla and I saw how red and irritated Tessa's body was we both
realized that she must have been in considerable pain or discomfort for
the last couple of days.  I tried not to bring too much attention to the
fact that the little girl needed more than a little cream to relieve her
irritation, but for the moment, that was just about all I could provide.

"Uh, Tim?  Don't you think that stuff might sting a little since her
skin is so irritated?"

"Yeah, I think you're right.  I should use some skin analgesic before
the cream."

"What do you have?"

"It may sound strange, but I have some sore throat spray that works
extremely well on sensitive skin.  If that's not strong enough, I also
have some baby teething liquid.  I've used the spray a number of times
on everything from my throat, to sun burns, to cuts and bug bites."

"My gosh!  For not being married with children, you sure are very
creative."

"Let me get it then."

Tessa let go of her legs and let them fall to the floor, her hands
covering her mons as Carla looked at her lovingly.  Tessa felt a lot
more naked once I wasn't next to her body, and blushed until her face,
neck, chest, and shoulders were a lovely crimson.  When I returned, I
knew how to diffuse the situation and leaned right over her chest, my
face less than six inches above her.

"My, my!  it looks like she's red all over!  I wonder if I need to put
some spray on her tummy too?"

I pretended to spray her tummy and chest, making squirting sounds as I
mimicked coating her body with the soothing liquid.  Then I rubbed her
tummy and worked the tip of my index finger into her bellybutton until
she was a mass of writhing, squealing little girl.

"Okay!  All done."

I could tell Tessa didn't want me to stop, but knew that Carla would
most likely ask her to let me finish so they could go to bed.  Tessa was
much more mature than I gave her credit for.

I scooted right into her side and settled into a position similar to the
one I had assumed before, with the tips of my knees resting against her
side and hip.  She then lifted her legs and hooked her hands once again
behind her knees, pulled her thighs to her naked tummy.  I looked down
at her face and with a stern expression tried to warn her not to be too
scared.

"Tessa, Honey, it might feel a little funny at first when I spray this
stuff on you for real, but it won't hurt.  It might seem like it, but
that's only because it's a little cool right now.  As soon as it touches
your skin, it'll feel a lot better."

"Okay Timmy.  Go ahead."

I sprayed a little on her vulva and expected her to jump backward, but
she maintained her expression of acceptance and waited for me to rub it
in.  I looked down at her face after coating her with a thin film of
liquid, wanting to be absolutely sure she was okay.  Her smile was just
what I needed to see.  I turned back to look directly at her vulva and
sprayed a little more, knowing that I could drag this wonderful reverie
out if I remained calm and went slowly.

When there was enough on her to begin forming small drops, I set the
bottle down and used my right hand to gently work the fluid into the
entire surface of her irritated flesh, enjoying the sensation of openly
fondling the little girl right in front of her mommy.  Her labia was so
soft and smooth, my erection throbbed wildly in my pants, the tender
resilience of her hairless cunny stirring me to madness instantly.  Her
twat was so nice and appealing that I hungered to sit quietly next to
her and maintain a slow and gentle rhythm on her naked body for hours.

As I coated her from stem to stern and across the beam, I noticed that
her vaginal opening looked more irritated than the rest of her skin, so
a slightly modified scheme was then considered.  I knew I could get away
with fingering her pussy for at least ten or fifteen seconds if I made
it look as if I was practicing my medical skills, and put more of my
plan into action.  With my hand still resting on her pussy, I turned to
Tessa and asked what I already knew.

"Does your trickle hurt a little ways inside, Babydoll?  It looks like it
does."

Tessa looked quite ashamed as she nodded at me and then looked at her
mommy.  I turned to look at Carla, suspecting that something may have
happened to her very recently that I might not want to know about.
Without any hesitation, Carla surprised me with her next comment and
request.

"Tim, I know my girls haven't exactly been as clean as they should have
been if were we at home, so they've had to contend with not taking a
bath quite as often as normal.  I know you're not her father, but would
you be willing to put some of that inside her vagina just a little bit?
I think it would help Tessa a lot."

What she dared not tell me was the strong sense of lust and arousal at
seeing a gentle man tenderly fondle and molest her oldest daughter.  Had
I known that Carla was excited beyond anything she dared share, I might
have pulled her clothes off too.

"Are you sure Carla?  I don't want you to think I'm hurting her."

"Come on Tim.  As gentle as you've been with her so far, I can't imagine
you doing anything that would make her cry.  I'm also not nearly as
naive as you might think.  I know how that's gonna make you feel and
won't think badly of you for experiencing something like that for a few
moments."

My brain needed to scream again, my thoughts trying to pour out of my
head through my eyes as I stared at the young and very careless mother.

"Oh, dear sweet Carla.  How little you know about what my mind is filled
with!"

I turned back to face Tessa and smiled at her until she returned my
expression.

"Tessa, this might feel strange, Sugar, but it really will feel better
when I'm done."

I couldn't help but stare at the perfection being presented before me.
Her vulva was ideally proportioned for my tastes.  Full, fat, round
hemispheres of flesh held tightly together producing a long, deep gash
between her legs.  There was no sign of her clitoris or her labia
minoris, or even a slight hint of where her vaginal opening was other
than the increasing redness.  It was as if I was looking at a perfect
replica of her mouth, her plump tender lips held lightly together with
no smile.  Were it not for the increasingly red area around the lower
edge of her cleft, I wouldn't have been able to make out where her
vagina was hiding at all.

I picked the bottle up with my right hand and then used the fingers on
my left hand to gently and slowly spread the edges of her labia apart
directly over her as yet completely explored vagina.  I went as slow as
I thought would be considered 'careful' and when I could see the bright
crimson flesh of her vaginal opening and the tight hole that disappeared
inside, I turned back to look at her face to see if I was causing her
any discomfort.

"You okay?"

"Uh huh."

She lie there and just smiled back, enjoying how delicately I was
tending to her injured body.  I turned back and sprayed a little right
inside her vagina, making her jump a little at the unusual sensation of
cool liquid going in instead of warm salty liquid coming out.

I set the bottle back down and with my left fingers still holding her
lips apart, I used the tip of my right middle finger to work the
soothing liquid into her exquisite vaginal opening, making a series of
larger circles and increasingly firm pressure against her pliable skin.

After pushing my finger into her until my first and then half of my
second segment of my digit disappeared, I removed it completely and let
go of her pussy lips with my left hand.  When I looked back down at her
face, she looked as though I had given her more than a little pleasure.

"Does that feel better now, Honey?"

Her exaggerated nod was sufficient response.

"I need to put the cream on now, Tessa.  It shouldn't take much longer
now."

I unscrewed the cap off the tube and squirted a small amount onto the
tips of my right index and middle fingers, setting the tube back down on
the floor to my left.  I very cautiously applied the cream to the inside
of her legs just below where her cheeks met her thighs, working my
fingers further up toward her anus in small circles.  At first, her eyes
were wide with apprehension as I covered her irritated skin with a thin
layer of medicine.  As I slowly and gently proceeded to administer the
cool goo to her reddened body, she relaxed considerably and enjoyed the
extra attention.

I continued to work the cream into every square millimeter of her skin,
certain to keep all of my actions clearly visible and perfectly decent.
When a majority of her skin was provided with medicinal protection, I
knew the last few caresses would be much more pleasurable, since I would
be touching her naked vulva and sphincter in front of Carla and Lisa.  I
pulled my hand away from her body and looked into her eyes.

"Okay Tessa.  I'm going to have to touch you in your special places
again, so don't be too afraid.  I promise I'll be gentle."

Tessa immediately looked at Carla, silently seeking acceptance for what
would normally be considered inappropriate behavior.  When Carla smiled
and nodded back, Tessa knew she had found her next best friend, already
aware of how much I wanted to touch her tender body.

She looked back into my eyes and waited for me to continue.  I turned
and looked at Carla for a moment and received the same expression of
silent permission, her head gently bobbing up and down as indication of
her acceptance.

I gently pushed the tips of my index and middle fingers against her skin
just below her anus, sending a jolt of electricity through Tessa's body.
Both Carla and I jumped as well, unaware of how much we were focused on
Tessa's reactions.

"Did I scare you, Honey?"

"A little ... but it's okay now.  Nobody ever touched me down there
except my mommy and my doctor."

Her mommy, huh?

"I'll be very gentle, Sweetie, and will do my best to be your own
personal doctor for a minute.  If I push too hard or make it hurt, tell
me right away, okay?"

"Uh huh."

I began moving my fingers around the perimeter of her irritated orifice,
softly working the cream into her skin and enjoying the sensation of her
hot young flesh.  She relaxed and began to enjoy the feel of my fingers
against her body, letting her legs fall further apart.  When I had
adequately covered the skin around her butt hole, I needed to get more
cream and applied another dab to my fingertips.  When I returned my
fingers to her body, she seemed much more content and might have been
looking forward to where I would need to put it next, but not as much as
'I' was.

I very delicately began to insinuate the tip of my index finger into the
pursed opening of her sphincter and applied a generous amount of cream
to her irritated skin, Tessa's eyes wide with excitement.  I didn't push
my finger into her very deep, although I wanted to work it in as far as
I could and send her into sexual orbit.  Once finished, I removed the
offending digit and moved a little higher.  Since my hands and fingers
were still clean from washing her earlier and her bum was adequately
cleaned when I 'washed' her with my hand hidden by the bubbles, I wasn't
afraid I might put something inside her tight vagina that might cause an
infection.

With gentle determination, I began caressing each side of her labia,
causing her tender flesh to distort slightly as I worked the medicine
completely into her soft skin.  I was even confident enough to run both
of my fingertips along the top edge of her cleft and worked the cream
further into her gash until her vulva was hugging one of my fingers
tightly and disappeared between her plump mounds of flesh, the tip of my
digit traveling back and forth along the entire length of her sweet
crease.

I was easily able to determine exactly where her clitoris was and
produced a little shudder as I massaged it gently, Carla calmly looking
on as I surreptitiously masturbated her eight year old daughter right in
front of the woman.  My actions immediately caused a small flood of
lubrication to exude from Tessa's vagina, my young partner unable to
refrain from the quintessential erotic pleasure at her elementary school
age.  I was enjoying myself far too much and needed to return to
reality.

I removed my fingers, obtained a little more cream and applied it to the
flat of my digits, pushing my fingers back over her cunny and gently
working it over the entirety of her pudendum, certain to cover anything
that I might have missed while I was fondling her earlier.  I didn't
want to stop but knew I needed to.  When all of the cream had been
worked into her skin until it disappeared, I knew I was finished.

"Okay squirt!  All better!"

After she let out a sigh, Tessa let her legs go and thrust herself
upward toward my face, wrapping her arms around my neck in a loving
gesture of affection.  I put my left hand around her back and hugged her
to my body, becoming more aware of how much I needed a little girl just
like the one in my arms.  After thinking about it for another 273
milliseconds, I decided that Tessa would do just fine.

"Thank you, Timmy.  That feels a lot better now."

"Good!  I'm glad I could make you feel better.  You might need to have
some more in a day or two, so your mommy will need to do this again next
time."

Having corrupted her brain and turned her to my darker side, Tessa
whispered into my ear only loud enough for me to hear her.

"Don't you want to take care of me, Timmy?"

"Well ... of course I do!  But, maybe you should let your mommy do it
next time so you don't feel nervous or uncomfortable.  Now that she's
seen me do it properly she can do it next time.  I also don't want you
to be afraid of me, 'cause I'm not supposed to touch you like that
unless I have permission."

Tessa then began speaking slightly louder so her mother could take part
in a new aspect of our relationship.

"It's okay, Timmy.  I know you're doing this stuff so I can feel better.
The tingles in my peepee is just 'cause it's all new and stuff.  I'm
glad you like to take care of me like that and don't mind if you do it.
Please say you'll do it some more, Timmy, please?"

"I'll do whatever I can to make you feel good, Honey."

I was hoping Carla wouldn't read too much into what I really meant,
hugged Tessa once more and then helped her back up, wrapping her up in
the towel she'd been lying on.  There was little need for her to cover
her beautiful body up, but most daddies would have their little ones
visually protect their lovely forms, so I knew it was considered
appropriate behavior.  I was about to wash my right hand when Lisa
blurted out her need for attention.

"Mister Timmy?  Can you put some meh-sin on me too?"

I looked at Carla and waited for her reaction.  She looked down at Lisa
and smiled, knowing that her request was most likely because of envy
rather than genuine need.

"Lisa, you're being silly.  You don't need any medicine on your trickle
or bummy, do you?"

"UH HUH!  Wanna see?"

The little five year old tugged her towel off, lay it down like I had
for Tessa, and plopped down on the floor, splaying her legs much wider
than was actually necessary to convince either Carla or me.  When we
both saw that her vulva was slightly reddened, we were convinced her
need was genuine.

"LISA!  You didn't tell me that your trickle was hurting Baby!  I'm
sorry."

"It's okay Mommy.  I didn't want you to worry 'bout me.  Can Mister
Timmy put some meh-sin on me too?"

Carla turned to me and looked at me with a curious expression.  I wasn't
sure what she was thinking and waited to see just how permissive she
would be.

"Well ... I hate to take advantage of his gentle demeanor ... Tim?"

"It's up to you Carla.  If you'd prefer that I didn't ... "

"NO, NO!  I don't mind at all, Tim, and by the look on your face
earlier, I kind of figured you didn't mind an awful lot either."

It was obvious she knew I was a pedophile, and yet she wasn't the least
offended or upset that I might want to fondle and caress her youngest
child right in front of her.  To say I was confused was more than a
slight understatement.  Before I had a chance to think too hard about
what she was telling me Carla started again.

"As long as you're comfortable tending to her needs as well, then I
don't mind.  But I just hate having to be even more indebted to you than
I already am.  Do you mind?"

How should I tell her that I wanted to do nothing more for the rest of
my life than to have both of my hands filled with tender young flesh?
That's where words were completely inadequate to the task.  I looked
back into her eyes and then down at Lisa, her gorgeous little quim
staring back at me like a dessert tray at a five star restaurant.

"If you're comfortable with me tending to their medical requirements,
then don't worry about it at all.  As long as you're right here next to
me I'd be honored to assume such an intimate responsibility, one that
only a real guardian might want to assume or have the privilege to
complete."

It was my best attempt to assuage her fears about my molesting the
lovely naked tyke, but I wouldn't know until some other blatant hint.
Carla then looked back down to Lisa and smiled.

"Looks like you have a new doctor too, Babydoll."

Lisa's smile grew once she realized what the words meant.  I put my
hands back in the tub and washed them with some clean water and the soap
still sitting on the edge.  After drying, I retrieved both the spray
bottle and the silver tube that I had used on Tessa.  I was about to
position myself between Lisa's outstretched legs when Tessa tugged at my
left shoulder.

"Can I sit on your lap while you take care of my sissy?"

"Sure, Honey.  Sit on my left thigh and keep your legs pointed away from
Lisa so I can take care of your little sister."

I turned her slightly to the left and had her sit with her left side
against my body and her back to Carla and Lisa.  My left hand quickly
cupped the inside of her left thigh as she squirmed onto my lap with her
towel open in front enough that I had free access to her cunny once
again.  When she was settled, she turned her head just far enough to see
where her mommy was, and then tugged against my left hand and pulled it
in toward her cunny.  Since the mirrors on three walls were slightly
higher than waist level, neither Lisa nor Carla could see what my hand
was about to do.

As I began to administer the spray and cream to Lisa's elegantly soft
pussy with Carla looking on intently at every movement of my right hand,
Tessa began to pull my left hand harder into her body until my fingers
were again between her puffy pussy lips and my thumb lightly pressed
into her aching clitty.  I was fascinated by her boldness and fondled
her tender flesh hungrily, able to easily locate and subdue her clitty
and softly work her nubbin around once more, this time with less
apprehension now that she was nice and clean.

Since I no longer had the use of my left hand, Carla had to help with
the administration of the spray so I could fondle her youngest daughter
for a minute or two, both of her hands controlling the bottle, and just
enough mist of medicine applied so I could begin to lightly caress and
enjoy the little girl's naked vulva.  After a minute of loving touches
and plenty of wicked affection Carla then undid the tube and applied a
small dab of cream to my fingertips so I could finish the job properly.

Carla watched my right hand work the cream into every fold and crease of
Lisa's cunny as my left hand was hidden from view, working into every
fold and crease of Tessa's tender body.  Tessa was again beginning to
feel her body's reaction to all my attention, with little bolts of
electricity emanating from between her legs and radiating outward
throughout her entire body like a country thunderstorm.  Thankfully,
Carla and Lisa couldn't see the tremors building in the eight year olds
thighs and hips, my left-handed playmate suffering from a significant
lack of proper male attention prior to that evening.

Tessa was completely absorbed in the tender masturbation I was affording
her, nothing about my fingers' movements in and on her body the least
bit decent or related to anything medical or medicinal.  It was little
more than immoral fondling by a pedophile, masturbating an eight year
old just as dangerous in the darkened corner of an Oklahoma truckstop
parking lot as it was within the warm confines of my RV.  Thankfully,
with the little girl's mother squatting very close to where I was and
watching me finish applying a cool medicinal balm to her youngest
child's naked vulva nobody could have claimed I was forcing either
naughty elementary school minx into our sexual relationship.

I was finished with Lisa much sooner than Tessa, since the five year
old's body wasn't as irritated as her older sister's, and also because
Carla was sitting right next to my right hand.  Tessa's first orgasm was
little more than a minute away when Lisa broke the moment when she let
out a huge yawn, rubbed her eyes, and proclaimed her exhaustion.

"Mommy, I'm tired.  Can I go to bed now?"

I could tell Tessa was extremely disappointed at my having to stop, and
she only reluctantly let go of my hand.  Both of my hands were carefully
pulled from between soft legs, away from naked female genitalia, and
then used to lift each little girl back to their feet, both hands again
washed, then dried.  After that, I stood up and washed the remnants of
any soap and bubbles down the drain with the shower wand.

"Okay girls.  Let's go and get you all tucked in."

Just as I finished speaking, Carla realized that she didn't know where
all of them were going to sleep, since most likely I hadn't made any
accommodations for three extra guests, or at least hadn't made any plans
for any.  She looked at me with a horrified expression, telling me more
than she realized.  That's when I confessed I already had a solution.

"You and the girls can have my king sized bed and I'll sleep on one of
the bench seats.  All I need to do is grab a blanket and pillow and I'll
be asleep in no time."

"Tim, that's not fair!  We're the intruders here, and we shouldn't
displace you from your comfy bed like that."

"Well Carla ... it'd be much more equitable for you and your girls to
sleep on one bed than for you to have to each sleep separately in three
places.  I don't mind, really!"

Lisa prompted Carla to move her decision process along as she leaned
into her mommy, the little girl still naked and quite sleepy.

"I'm tired, Mommy."

Carla looked to the floor, relented, and nodded yet again, certain that
I was her true savior and benefactor.  She wrapped Lisa in her towel
once again and gave her a little hug.  We then picked both girls up and
carried them to my bedroom just a few feet further down the hall.  When
Carla saw my bedroom, she must have wondered what the heck I did in
there.

There were mirrors along the back of the bed and directly across the bed
against the opposite wall.  The bedspread was thick and fluffy, and
there were three huge pillows at the headboard.  A large wide screen
plasma TV hung from the ceiling near the foot of the bed, still open as
I'd left it the previous night.  I'm sure she wouldn't approve of the
DVD I still had loaded and hoped she didn't want me to demonstrate how
realistic the life size images were on the screen.

My collection of lolita DVD's weren't far from reach and could easily be
discovered if any of the girls started to look for them, but had any of
them been curious enough to go looking for anything, I might have sent
all three of my lovelies away screaming for the nearest cop.  When I saw
one of the empty DVD cases still sitting on the shelf above one of the
pillows, I began to get quite nervous.

Carla could tell I was very apprehensive about something and began to
suspect that I was a lot more 'worldly' than she originally thought.  If
she'd known how much time I'd spent in Thailand, Viet Nam, Cambodia, the
Philippines, Japan, and Costa Rica, she would have thought twice about
letting me give her daughter a bath like I did.  She also wouldn't have
let me apply any medicine to her little girls, either.  Those were such
wonderful vacations, constantly surrounded by little preteen lolita
prostitutes and their pimp mothers, fathers, brothers, aunts and uncles.

I averted her gaze and tried to figure out how I could secure my stash
of disks before any of them were found and they realized just how
dangerous I could be if naked little girls were allowed to parade in
front of me privately for more than a few minutes.

"Need to put some stuff away Tim?"

"Uh ... yeah.  Do you mind?"

"Of course not!  Take Tessa back to the bathroom and you can call us out
when you're ready, okay?"

"Sure.  Thanks."

I carried Tessa back to the bathroom following Carla, set her feet to
the floor, and kissed her on the cheek.  As I left the bathroom, I closed
the door and flew into my room, gathering up all of my DVD's and
stuffing them into the secure compartment under the bed, locking the
door, and removing the key.  When I inspected my bedroom for any
additional incriminating evidence, I found only one nudie magazine that
I'd purchased in Oklahoma City at an adult book store.

It was quite tame compared to all of my DVD's, but still had beautifully
shaved cunnies being licked, poked, and fucked in every possible position
by every conceivable race and color of human male.  I'm sure Carla
wouldn't have approved of her little girls looking through it, so it was
also locked away.  When I was done, I returned to the bathroom door and
softly tapped on it.

"All clear!"

I heard a giggle on the other side of the door and wondered what could
possibly be so funny.  Carla must have told her girls that there was
some 'stuff' I needed to hide.

When she opened the door, a bright flash filled my RV, followed half a
minute later by a distant but loud clap of thunder.  Both girls' eyes
flew open wide and their expressions changed to fear and concern.  It
was painfully obvious the girls didn't like the idea of being in a
thunderstorm that was about to pass directly overhead, and I wasn't
about to tell them that I knew we were almost in the middle of 'Tornado
Alley'.  I tried to reassure them as best I could so Carla would be able
to enjoy a long, relaxing bath of her own, undisturbed for at least
thirty minutes and maybe longer.

"Girls, would you like me to turn on the TV so you can watch it until
your mommy is done with her bath?  I have a portable satellite dish and
I can pick up the channel that has nothing but cartoons on it.  Would
you like to watch cartoons until your mommy comes back?"

That seemed to do the trick as both of them liked the idea of watching
cartoons like they used to when they were at home so long ago.

"Really?  We can watch CARTOONS, even this late at night?"

Another bright flash pierced the blind covered windows, but this time no
rumble.  I could tell from the intensity of the flash that it was going
to be a big storm and there was no better place for us to be than safely
in the parking lot of a large truckstop between lots of large and heavy
tractors and trailers.  At least, I hoped it would be a good place.

Both of the now clean little angels were wearing their towels around
their bodies and covered from armpits to knees as they were led out of
the bathroom and toward my kingsized bed.

"You can watch anything you want to.  Here, hop up on the bed and get
comfy.  I'll show you how to work the controls when I get back from
helping your mommy get the bath started again."

To add to an already thrilling opportunity that evening, Carla then
uttered words that stirred something deep within my body that was soon
to be exposed.

"Girls, don't lie in bed with those wet towels.  Give them to me so you
don't get Tim's nice bed all wet."

They both peeled their towels off and presented them to their mother,
their naked bodies as beautiful as any Heavenly artwork ever viewed by
man.  I walked to the head of the bed and pulled the cover back and
folded it near the foot, then pulled the blanket and sheet down far
enough so they could both climb in under my left arm.  As I watched them
wiggle their way under me, I couldn't help but stare at their round bums
as they passed mere inches beneath me, those tight little asses no more
than a mere few inches from my face.  When both of them were adequately
settled, I pulled the sheet up to their chins and smiled at them.

"You girls wait right here and I'll be back in a minute."

Right on cue, an extremely bright flash lit the room with a blinding
white glare, hurting my eyes.  Both girls squealed out of fear and
jumped slightly.  That's when Tessa seemed to act as their spokesperson.

"Mommy, I don't want to be alone.  I'm scared!"

I could tell Carla suspected she was going to miss her chance to take a
luxurious bath, much less get cleaned up, so I offered a solution.

"Carla, how about if I stay in my bedroom near your girls until you get
done?  I'll keep them company nearby so they won't be afraid and we'll
watch TV together and you can have a chance to take a nice long and
relaxing bath.  I know how good it feels to just lie back and enjoy the
whirlpool jets for an hour or two and know it would really make you feel
better if you could relax for a little while ... if you still want to,
that is."

"Tim ... you're so good to us.  I can't thank you enough."

"You already have, Carla.  Let me show you how to get the whirlpool
started and I'll leave you alone to enjoy yourself for a while."

"Girls, Tim will be lying down with you for a little while until I get
done, so do whatever he says, okay?"

The sound of her words was like a romantic symphony to a hungry and
horny pedophile, the possibility that two little girls were being told
that a man was going to be lying down with them by their mother
something that I couldn't have imagined before that night.

She had no idea what she was commanding her daughters to allow, and were
I a less decent man, I would make them do all sorts of nasty things with
me until Carla finished her bath.  Man, how ironic that sounded ...

"Okay mommy.  We'll be okay with Timmy until you get done."

"Be right back girls.  Come on Carla."

"HURRY TIMMY!"

When we entered the bathroom, she stepped inside behind me and closed
the door.  I turned around when I heard the door latch click.

"Tim, I want you to know that I really appreciate everything you're
doing for us.  I can't thank you enough for your hospitality, and I wish
there was something that I could do for you."

I could see the hint from a mile away and knew exactly what she was
offering.  My suspicions about her last few days were being solidified
in my mind and I was tempted to accept her kind offer.  I also knew she
would be much more willing and 'thankful' after a day or two of
continuous generosity and kind words, so I knew it best to ignore her
offer temporarily.

I smiled at her and reached out to hug her, her arms wrapped around me
as far as she could extend her fingers.  She squeezed me a lot tighter
than I thought she might, that being our first private hug.  Since she
was so petite, I had little difficulty in pulling her tiny body into
mine, her head well below my chin.

I could smell the smoke and bad cologne from all the men she'd been
with, and I thought I could also smell what might be remnants of a few
of her friends' liquid or sticky white offerings.  I was repulsed but
resisted my body's instinct to push her away.  I knew she needed to get
cleaned up, broke our hug, looked down at her, and smiled.  She was so
tiny that I could almost pick her up like I did Tessa.  Once she got
cleaned up, I wouldn't be so quick to refuse her generous offer.

"Okay you, time for a nice long hot bath.  Here's where the speed
control is.  If you're going to use bubble bath, I'd recommend not using
the air injectors, or you'll be five feet deep in bubbles."

She giggled at the prospect of being completely buried in foam.
Apparently it was a fantasy for her to be immersed in bubbles up to her
face and I could tell she really wanted to see what it was like.

"On second thought, go ahead and let it run on high for a minute or two
just to see how high the bubbles can get.  Just be sure to turn it off
before too long and be sure to keep the water pressure on low or you'll
be swimming upstream trying to turn it off.  The heater control is right
here next to the back, so you can control that all the way to 140
degrees.  Just be careful!  I almost cooked myself the first few times I
used it that high.  Also, if you're up to it, here's where the water
filter cartridge is.  After your bath, turn this knob and pull.  The
cartridge will come up and you can put it in the trash bucket over here.
I've been meaning to change it for almost a week and now is as good a
time as any.  The replacement cartridges are in the cabinet under the
sink."

I hope I hadn't offended her by telling her that she and her daughters
were that dirty, but if she had anything on or in her, the filter
catching it before it circulated around in the water for an hour would
make her feel a lot better.

"Okay, that's it.  Enjoy yourself and take your time.  You deserve a
nice long rest, so don't worry about the girls.  I'll keep them company
until they fall asleep.  Once they do I'll make my way forward and climb
onto one of my comfy couches or my recliner."

For her to immediately challenge that thought was surprising, but very
welcome.

"No, Tim!  If you're gonna lie down you're probably gonna fall asleep
too.  Just stay there if you're comfy."

"Are you sure, Carla?  Your little girls aren't wearing anything."

"They're just five and eight, Tim.  You'll be okay."

I liked the way she thought, but I wasn't worried about my safety, but
how Carla might think if her daughters' safety might come into question.

"Okay ... I'll think about it.  Now ... when you get out, just put
your clothes with theirs next to the bathroom door and I'll wash them in
the morning.  I promise I'll resist the temptation to peek while you're
getting out.  Just be sure to keep yourself wrapped up in a towel or I
might not be able to keep that promise if I see you prancing around like
a little pixie."

Her smile and her half closed eyes were mute testament to her acceptance
of my conditions.  I gave her a small peck on the cheek and quickly
turned, not wanting to taste what I thought might have been placed in
her mouth some time over the last few days.

"By the way, there's extra deodorant, shavers, toothbrushes and stuff in
the cabinet.  Make yourself at home and take advantage of whatever you'd
normally use."

I turned, opened the door and smiled at her as I stepped through the
doorway, making sure the latch was set to 'lock' before closing the
door.  She saw me push the latch and appreciated my willingness to offer
her some trouble free time to herself.  Of course, she had no idea that
I had a key to the door little more than five feet from the lock.

Once I was on the other side of the door, I let out a deep sigh and had
to adjust my woody.

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Carla was finally able to get out of her smelly clothes and cleaned up.
It wasn't until she was neck deep in the swirling warm water with the
bubbles filling the tub yet again that she started to softly cry.  How
her life had changed over the last few days and the disgusting things
she had to do in order to try to escape from her past.

She then began to think about all the comforts I had been offering to
her and her girls and knew she was going to make it up to her older
benevolent stranger before long.  She softly wept as the water slowly
eased her troubles away, her body succumbing to the constant caresses
from all the jets around her.  She even grabbed the washing wand from
it's holder and turned it on, changing the settings until it produced a
strong steady single stream of warm water.  She pushed it under the
surface of the increasingly abundant foam and directed the tight flow
between her legs, anxious to remove whatever still remained inside her
vagina from her last and most disgusting encounter to date.

Within a minute, she felt comfortable enough to change where the strong
jet of water was pointed and directed it right at her sensitive
clitoris.  It sent her immediately into orbit and she bucked alone in
the warm water for the next fifteen minutes.  Even though her last
'friend' treated her terribly by tricking her into having unprotected
sex, she had enjoyed the sensation of his nice dick rubbing her 'G-spot'
so well as he massaged and stimulated her clitty to a number of
wonderful orgasms.  She tried to fill her mind with Tim's face in lieu
of that disgusting stranger's, wanting to remember the feeling and
replace the memory with someone she now cared about quite strongly.

Carla never took notice of the bright white flashes outside Tim's RV or
the constant and threatening rumbling as it cascaded across the
countryside around them.  All she could hear was the steady droning of
the powerful pump as it shifted the water completely around her and then
enjoy and think about a brief mental vacation as her body was filled to
brimming with as much pleasure as she dared.

She kept bucking gently in the water as a long series of orgasms
traveled up and down her insides, the water working it's magic like a
determined finger on her overstimulated and aching clit.  By the time
she couldn't take any more, thirty minutes had passed and she was
completely spent.  She began to collect herself and turned the wand off,
returning to her bath as if nothing had happened.  She washed her tiny
body with shaky and loving hands, imagining what it would feel like for
Tim to wash her like he had Tessa.  When her right hand traveled far
enough down her tummy and was between her legs, she began to finger
herself as her left hand worked her stimulated clitty once again.

It felt so good to be immersed in clean hot bubble filled water that she
lost all sense of the time and finger fucked herself as successive
orgasms raged from her hips to her head.  She didn't realize it at
first, but she had begun to make a little noise, loud enough that Tim
and her girls would be able to make out what she was doing inside the
tub.

For the longest time, Carla softly moaned and whimpered alone in the
water, her own fingers providing mountains of relief and satisfaction,
her newfound pleasure being provided by a gentle and kind stranger.  She
knew Tim had been looking at her and her daughters, but had no
indication from him that his interests were more than gentle and tender
in nature.

All that she cared about right at that moment was to fill her body with
as much sexual rapture as was possible, a brief mental and tender
physical escape from the vagaries of the life she had come to know over
the last few days.  Her voice resounded off the smooth walls of the
bathroom, echoing an eternity and telling her host much more than she
realized, the constant soft, high whimpers and tender wails indicating
just how satisfied she was in her contented and solitary bliss.

"Ohhh, Timmm-meeeee!  Timmm-Meeeee!  TIMMM-Meeeee!  TIMMM-MEEEEE!"

It wasn't until Carla was openly calling Tim's name that she realized
how loud her voice was.  That was all that she needed to come back down
to Earth, the reality of her need being expressed in a not-so-hidden
display of passion.

She brought herself down slowly, pinching, squeezing, and rolling her
clitoris around a few more times, hoping it was but a single pleasant
tactile adventure.  As the last of her gentle bucking movements ceased,
she lie back into the water until only her face was above the surface,
the edges of the bubbles tickling her cheeks.  She turned the air
injector back on and was being slowly enveloped in increasing mountains
of pink bubbles, the sensation so pleasurable she couldn't help but
smile.

She giggled as she felt them cover her face and let the jets and
injectors continue to run for another ten minutes, unaware that the
bubbles were about to crest the top edge of the tub and begin running
all over the bathroom floor.  After she realized what was about to
happen, Carla scrambled to stop the air injectors, fighting her way
through more bubbles than she had ever imagined.  She was so embarrassed
that she blushed a bright red, as if someone could see her sitting in
the middle of a huge tub full of foam.  Had Tim been able to see her,
both of them would have burst out laughing.

After wrestling some of the bubbles down with the wash wand, Carla took
a long and luxurious bath, washing her hair and shaving her legs and
cunny so she could feel clean and fresh in every way possible.  She even
looked like her daughters did between their legs when she was finished.

It was the first time in a very long time that she actually felt
unstained, her soul just as despoiled as her mouth and body had been
over the last few days.  By the time she rinsed herself off and emptied
the tub, she got most of the bubbles and her anxiety down.  The old
filter cartridge was removed and tossed out and a new one installed,
just as Tim had asked.

She then dried herself off with the thick, thirsty towel and paraded in
front of one full length mirror, teasing herself as if she knew Tim
could see her dance erotically.  The image of her tight slit and bald
vulva was something she hadn't enjoyed for many years, and it made her
actually feel sexy.  In spite of her many orgasms minutes before she
couldn't resist the temptation and slowly masturbated herself while
watching her own digits.  It looked hideously nasty, but she loved the
wicked and wonderful image of her own body as it stuttered and jerked
around in front of the tall clean mirror.

Carla felt embarrassed about being so open with her own nudity and so
wicked with her hands, even by herself.  She refrained from any further
antics for a few minutes and decided to accept Timmy's offer of a new
tooth brush, a small travel size of lady's deodorant, and anything else
she might find in the bathroom.  Strangely, she found a lot more for a
feminine traveler than she expected.

It was like a nervous game as Carla carefully opened every drawer and
cabinet, exploring each area quietly and cautiously until she'd found
everything that she might need.  Once all of her supplies had been
acquired, she conducted herself as if she were in her very own RV,
smiling as if it were nothing more than a vacation that her handsome
and loving husband was taking her and her girls on.

Once she was finished with all her normal bathroom activities, she
became aware of a heightened tingling between her legs, that familiar
buzzing radiating outward from her clit and urging her to repeat her
earlier attempts at self-admiration and gratification.  That's when she
dropped her towel to the floor and modeled to herself once again.

It hadn't been since she got married that she'd shaved her mons, the
fullness of her naked lips only now coming into full view after so very
long.  Were it not for her abusive husband, she would have been shaving
continuously since she was seventeen, her second boyfriend coaxing her
to be just as smooth and soft as a little girl of nine or ten.

As Carla teased herself in front of the mirror, showing off and covering
her plump mons, she knew she was falling in love with Tim and wanted him
to touch her like he had touched both of her little girls.  In the
brightly lit bathroom of a relatively unknown but kind fellow, Carla
watched her own right middle finger again snake erotically down along
her tight cleft, disappearing between her full lips until the next nice
electric jolt went right through her body.

It was as if someone else had control of her digits, her gaze locked
upon a hedonistic display unlike she'd ever shared with anyone before,
her fingers teasing away mountains of regret and hesitation as she
openly masturbated in front of the mirror for a second time in an hour.
Carla actually hoped Tim could see and hear her finger herself, the
lurid display of self love sending the young mother into a cascade of
involuntary convulsions in little time.

What a wonderful means of entertainment, whether a man had seen her do
it or not.  The fact that she was going to step out of the bathroom and
through the door wearing nothing more than a towel gave Carla tremendous
excitement, Tim the only man other than her abusive husband to be able
to witness the tight smoothness of her petite frame for many years.

Once she was physically satisfied and hungered to lie down for a nice,
long, and very comfortable sleep, she wrapped the towel around her body
and flicked the light off, let her eyes become adjusted to the darkness,
and waited to see if she would be able to make it to the bed unnoticed.

As soon as she opened the door and turned the corner into his bedroom
she saw Tim lying asleep between Lisa and Tessa and smiled, finally
aware of what Tim might want from her daughters and her since he was
bold enough to climb into bed with them.  She stepped back into the
bathroom, took the towel off, hung it over the top edge of the shower
glass next to the other two, and crept naked into bed hoping Tim
wouldn't wake up before she was lying next to her youngest.  She slipped
into bed like a thief trying to steal a million dollars.

Tim never moved as she tugged the covers back and climbed in next to
Lisa.  When Carla settled, she turned so her chest was against Lisa's
back and tight against Tim's left arm.  She knew it was naughty but
pushed her tiny titties against the outside of his arm and felt her
nipples grow firm with excitement.  She rubbed her nipples across the
outside of his arm and then settled down with her left arm around Lisa
and her hand across Tim's t-shirt covered chest.

"If only this could be a daily occurranc," Carla thought to herself.

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After I left Carla and closed the door, I peeked my head around the
corner and smiled at both little girls, both of them still frightened by
the flashes of light that were increasing in intensity.  Tessa pulled
her arms out from under the sheets and thrust them toward me as I stood
in the doorway, wanting me to join them in their warm, safe place.  In
doing so, she uncovered her developing titties and bright pink nipples,
my eyes locking on like a heat seeking love missile.  It didn't take
long before I made my way to the other side of the bed and kicked my
shoes off, lying down on top of the blanket next to Tessa.

"Aren't you gonna get in bed with us?"

"Are you sure that's a good idea, Honey?  You're not wearing a nighty or
nothin'."

The next flash of light couldn't have been timed better.  As soon as it
flooded the entire bedroom, Tessa squealed and thrust her arms out
around my neck, hugging me very tightly.

"Please Timmy.  I don't want to be alone.  You can get in bed with me, I
don't mind."

"Okay, but I'm gonna take these pants off and change into my shorts
first."

I was able to extricate myself from her tiny but strong grasp and stood
back up.  I pulled open one of my dresser drawers and removed a pair of
cutoffs that I liked to wear when I was just hanging out in my RV.  They
were thick enough that it would be difficult for my 'animal' to be
noticed and tight enough to keep him confined.  I was out of the
bedroom, changed, and back within little over a minute.  I took my shirt
off and left my t-shirt on, tossing my pants and shirt inside the same
drawer that I got my shorts from.  Another flash filled the area and
this time both girls began to cry, not wanting to be alone during a
storm.

Rather than leave the room light on I left a small LED night light on at
the far end of the bed and made my way back to where I had first lie
down, this time lifting the blanket and sheet and climbing inside next
to a naked little eight year old.  By the time I got settled, Lisa began
whimpering, telling me that she didn't like being so far from my
protective arms.

"Lisa, do you want to come over here and be next to me too?"

"Uh huh, but I'm scared.  I can't move."

"Okay, stay right there.  I'll move Tessa and then I'll scoot next to
you, okay?"

"Okay."

I pulled Tessa with my left arm and rolled her over my body, our chests
and tummies pressing against each other as I rolled her over me to my
right side.  Once she was snuggled tightly over my right arm, I shifted
a little way across the bed and pulled Lisa into my left side.  I wasn't
more than a third of the way across the bed and still had enough room
remaining that we could have had another three little girls join us.

When I stopped pulling Lisa toward my left side, she and then Tessa
snuggled into my body as tightly as they could as if they were in
desperate need of my body heat.  Before they stopped moving, each of
them lifted a soft, chubby leg and lay it over one of mine.  The TV was
quickly forgotten as their bodies pressed lovingly against me, my mind
also not on the mindless entertainment of my high definition plasma
screen.

Their thighs were perfectly positioned and allowed enough room for me to
press both hands around their bums to extend my fingers until I could
feel the intense heat emanating from their vulvas.  By that time, the
medicinal cream had completely been absorbed into their soft skin and
was no longer noticeable.  I didn't push any further into their tender
flesh than a delicate caress and just kept the tips of my fingers
against Heaven on Earth for the next wonderful ten minutes, the warmth
of their tight cleft and the slight wetness of their vaginas little more
than a whisper away.

Before any louder thunder could be heard or brighter flashes of
lightning pierced the darkness of my bedroom, both girls fell asleep
against my sides, the tips of my fingers so close to the depth of their
innocence, I ached to go hairless clam diving.  It was a truly special
moment for me and I reveled in the softness of the supple skin against
my digits.

Even though I wanted to begin fondling both of my charges, I knew I was
going to have plenty of opportunities since they felt comfortable enough
with me to let me hold their naked bodies next to mine with my fingers
dipping delectably between their legs.  I let them sleep soundly and
quite undisturbed, lying awake for the next thirty minutes, listening
to Carla as she luxuriated in her first hot bath in almost a week.  I
imagined her petite naked body being caressed by the steady streams of
hot soapy water and being hugged lovingly by the masses of bubbles that
filled the tub.

I knew she must be feeling quite relaxed and a little more content,
because I could hear her beginning to enjoy herself sexually and felt my
woody grow even more firm under Lisa's left knee.  I pictured Carla
having a long series of orgasms right in front of me, her legs nastily
spread apart and both of her hands busy with her vagina and clitty.  I
closed my eyes and began softly caressing both little girls vulvas,
dipping the tip of my middle fingers between the warm tight folds of
flesh.  They both unconsciously opened their legs a little more and
pushed their butts back toward the invaders, granting me access to their
bodies as if I truly had the right to fondle them.

I was so aroused that I pushed my fingers into the entrance of their
vaginas and slowly finger fucked them with only the ends of my
fingertips.  When Lisa pushed her left knee even higher, I knew I needed
to stop before she woke up and I got caught with my fingers in her
'cookie jar'.  I pulled my fingers back out but left them against their
vulvas, hugging them like a caring lover should.

As Carla produced vocal evidence that she was quite happy in the warmth
and cleansing comfort of the whirlpool, I closed my eyes and allowed my
mind to drift away.  To the erotic sounds of a young mother generating
plenty of self satisfaction, I allowed my mind to carry me to a place
where my life was very different and in an altered reality, two very
willing daughters granting me lots of personal favors every night.

As Carla began to infiltrate my thoughts, my digits tenderly stroked up
and down between the smooth warmth of both little girls' tight clefts.
They felt wonderful!  I hadn't been fondling them for more than a minute
before my middle fingers again found two hot and slightly wet openings,
the eight year old entrance to Heaven much more able to tolerate the
size of my longest digit than her five year old sibling.  Without a
single whimper or soft request for a pedophile to discontinue his
adventures, my middle finger was as far inside Tessa's vagina as her
body allowed.  Surprisingly, the whole of my digit was being hugged by
her 100 degree baby heat.  She felt exquisite.

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A loud crack jolted me awake, the loud rumbling shaking my RV, the sound
dying away as it traveled across the open countryside.  That's when I
realized that I'd fallen asleep.

CRAP!  What if Carla found me in bed with her naked daughters?

That's when I felt another warm body along the outside of my left arm.
I lie there somewhat confused, still trying to come to grips with what
my body was telling me my mind couldn't comprehend.  I had to still be
dreaming, my altered sensibilities permitting me to imagine a young
bride sharing my bed with me and my naked daughters.

After about twenty seconds, the figment that I perceived as my bride
actually moved.

CARLA WAS IN BED WITH US AND LYING ALONG MY LEFT ARM!  FUCK!

Carla pulled herself closer to me and when she stopped moving, she
pushed her left arm over Lisa and on top of my chest, her fingers gently
caressing the center of my body.  I stay still and couldn't move!  I was
certain that she must be asleep and was dreaming of being in bed with
her husband.

She kept working the tips of her fingers softly across my t-shirt
covered body, extending her range of motion until I had strong doubts
she was really sleeping, a very obvious and open movement of her index
finger around one nipple until it was as firm as it could be.  For
almost two minutes, she rolled and played with my hardened and normally
useless nub without a care in the world.  It filled my body with just as
much fire as when I had my finger inside her eight year old daughter.

That's when I knew I was in trouble.

I needed to extricate myself from this situation so I could preserve my
chances of keeping them with me a little while longer and not end up in
jail in the process.  I was just about to move when I heard Carla mumble
something very softly, in an obviously sleepy haze.

"Tim, we didn't take the girls to go pee before they got into bed.  We
better take them before something bad happens.  Tim?"

"Uh ... yeah.  Good idea."

She never stopped caressing my chest with her fingers and before I knew
it, my woody was throbbing within the confines of my cutoffs and against
the inside of Lisa's left thigh.  If the little girl were awake, she
would have been terrified.

I extracted my fingers from around Lisa's bum and began pulling my hand
up from behind her body, Carla leaning against the outside of my arm and
almost preventing me from taking it away from her youngest daughter's
small frame.  That's when I realized that Carla was just as naked as
both of her daughters, the outside of my upper arm brushing against her
petite breasts, her nipples feeling like firm pencil erasers.

I'm glad I had used a good deodorant when I showered the previous
morning, since I had my left arm over both of their heads, my armpit
completely exposed were it not for the thin cotton material of my
t-shirt over my body.

"Carla, do you want me to take them or would you prefer to do it?"

She hesitated for a few seconds and then mumbled her reply.

"Would you mind taking them Tim?  I'm exhausted and really would prefer
to just lie here."

"Not at all.  I'll take Lisa first and then come back for Tessa."

"Okay ... thanks Tim.  You're such a sweetheart."

If only she knew where my hands and fingers had been she wouldn't think
so highly of me after all.  In spite of myself Carla wasn't nearly as
clueless as I imagined, but I could still ruin her image of me if I
fucked up big time.

It took some doing, but I was able to crawl out from under Tessa and
then over the top of her sleeping body.  I uncovered both girls and
reached over Tessa to lift Lisa out of bed.  That's when I realized that
I'd also uncovered Carla and she did nothing to cover herself back up.
She was either very tired, or very aroused.  I'd have to find out later.

I covered Carla and Tessa back up after I was holding Lisa in my right
arm and then carried the five year old to the bathroom.  Instead of
flooding the area with the normal lights, I switched on a night light,
set Lisa's naked bum down on the commode, and spread her little legs
apart.  It was too easy a temptation and I allowed myself a few moments
of gentle caresses along the plump softness of her puffy cunny,
insinuating my middle finger between her labia and up against her as yet
inexperienced vagina.

I knew I could get caught any minute, so I retrieved my digit and leaned
next to Lisa's ear and began softly making 'shushing' sounds, imitating
a little girl going pee.  Right on cue, she began to fill the commode
with the gentle hiss of her urine.  It's a good thing that Carla
suggested they both go pee after all.

When she finished, I pulled off a few squares of tissue and gently
patted her dry, dropped the tissue into the bowl, returned my hand to
her cunny, and fondled her one last time.  She unconsciously spread her
legs a little wider and emitted a low giggle as I diddled her soft
silken skin.  As a last measure of immorality, I searched along the top
of her cleft and located her clitoris, slowly rubbed it up and down a
few times very lightly to give her a taste of the many pleasures to
come.  Her breathing grew deep and rapid, I could hear her heartbeat
racing, and in little over a minute, I had her unconsciously hungry for
illicit sex with a middle aged man.  Time to end this before Carla comes
looking for me and her little girl.

As I leaned into her to put my arms around her body, I pressed my lips
to hers and munched on her mouth, sensing the luxurious softness of a
little girl for the first time since I came back from Thailand.  I had
shared the bodies of lots of little girls before, but none this young.
I continued to kiss and fondle her until she giggled right into my
mouth.  When I pulled back far enough she whispered into my lips.

"That tickles, Timmy."

CRAP!  Now she'll tell her mommy that I tickled and kissed her while she
was going pee!

"Time to take you back to bed, Honey."

"Okay.  Thanks Timmy."

I carried my almost sleeping beauty back to bed, but instead of bringing
her to the same side as Tessa, I lay her down next to her mommy, between
Carla and Tessa, right where she had been before I lifted her up and
molested her in the bathroom.  Carla woke briefly and helped Lisa under
the covers, the young mother showing off her petite frame once again.

The young mother's breasts were as small as I had imagined, shaped like
perky cones of flesh and tipped with firm points, no more than an "A"
cup in size.  They were perfect for me and my mouth, and I was tempted
to see just how soft they felt.

Once Lisa was between the sheets and covered back up, I walked to the
opposite side of the bed and uncovered my other love.  I pushed my hands
under her body and lifted her up, letting my right hand cup her bum and
my fingers press between her cheeks as I took her to my chest.  She
instinctively wrapped her arms around my neck and tried to hug me with
her legs, but she was too tired.

My hand was in the perfect position to take advantage of her attempt to
hug me with her feet and before her legs fell together when she relaxed,
my index and middle fingers were again pressing up against her velvety
smooth vulva.  She did nothing to prevent my lurid caresses and
whimpered softly as I carried her to the bathroom.

I set her bum down on the seat as I had done with Lisa, this time
running my fingers along her tender cleft as I pulled my hand from under
her left leg.  She flopped her left leg open even more, sensing
unconsciously that I was asking her to grant me passage within.  She
kept her hold around my neck so I remained facing her in front of the
commode between her knees.  I pulled my head back slightly and softly
whispered a suggestion to the naked little eight year old.

"Give Timmy a kiss, Tessa."

Without any hesitation, she puckered her lips and presented them to me
for my pleasure.  I softly munched on her lips and was surprised when
she granted my tongue access as I probed into her mouth.  I softly and
delicately kissed the little prepubescent child, her reactions subdued
and her attitude completely permissive.  I couldn't resist any longer
and pushed my right hand between her legs in front, cupping her mons and
hooking my middle finger under her until I could feel her labia give
way.  I began caressing and fondling her pussy as I kept kissing her,
her responses growing in intensity as she became aware of who it was and
what I was doing.

I realized she was totally awake when she started smiling and almost
giggling, immensely pleased that I cared enough for her to kiss her and
play with her trickle so gently.  She broke our kiss and leaned back
slightly, uncoiling her grip from around my neck.  I pulled my right
hand away from her pussy and from between her legs.

"That feels nice Timmy.  I like it when you kiss me and tickle me down
there.  Would you like to do it some more?"

"You need to go pee first and then I'll take you back to bed.  If we
have a chance to kiss some more later, then I'll kiss you as much as you
want."

"HONEST?  As much as 'I' want?"

"Um hmmm.  Now, go pee so your mommy doesn't get worried about you,
okay?"

"I love you Timmy.  I'm glad I found you."

"I love you too Tessa, and I think you're the best thing that ever
popped into my life."

She loved the sound of those words so much she leaned forward once again
and began kissing me with the same amount of passion that I'd been
kissing her with.  By that time I'd removed my hand from between her
legs but that was about to be rectified.  She reached to my hand sitting
on her left thigh and pulled it back between her legs, still spread
apart quite nicely.  I didn't need a written and engraved invitation to
know what I was being asked to do and returned my naughty fingers to her
plump cunny, fingering her softly and searching for her clitty.  When I
found it, I gently worked my finger under the protective hood and began
making little circles over the top of it, sending her into little
shivers.

After about a minute of constant tactile bombardment, she started to
reach her peak and hooked her feet along the outside of the commode,
pulling my head harder into her face, increasing the pressure on my
lips.  She then succumbed to her first orgasm with wave after wave of
exquisite pleasure rippling through her insides from her hips to her
heart.  It must have lasted for a whole two minutes, my lust for her
body never allowing me to pull my finger away from her clitty.  When she
began whimpering, I knew I needed to stop.

I let her down slowly, decreasing the pressure against her clitty and
the number of strokes up and down along it's length.  After one more
minute, she was finally back on Earth.  I had to whisper to her once
again to remind her of what we were originally doing in the bathroom.

"Go pee, Baby.  Come on.  Go pee for Timmy."

Right on cue, she squeezed her abdominal muscles and emitted a loud hiss
from underneath her.  It was loud enough that I was sure Carla and Lisa
could hear it.  When she finished, I patted her vulva dry, dropped the
soiled tissue and returned my hand to her plump pussy.

"My little Tessa is so nice and soft down here.  Timmy wishes he could
touch and hold Tessa right here all night long."

My little lover then shocked the Hell out of me.

"You can if you want to, Timmy.  I like it when you tickle me like that.
Would you do it some more if I liked it?  I'll let you if you want to."

"Every chance I get, I'm going to tickle your pretty little pussy,
okay?"

"Is that what you like to call it, my 'pussy'?"

"Yep!  What do you call it?"

"That's my trickle."

"Would you like for me to call it that from now on, Honey?"

"Nooo!  I like your word better.  It makes me feel all grown up when you
say it to me."

"I need to take you back to bed now, Baby.  Your mommy will be wondering
what I'm up to."

"Nooo, Timmy.  More tickles."

I didn't want to stop touching and fondling her cunny, but knew that
Carla would grow concerned if I didn't return her oldest baby girl real
soon.  I took a few last gropes and caresses along the full length of
her delectable cunny as I kissed her once more, then pulled my hand out
from between her legs and lifted her up, cupping her bum just as I did
before.  She was becoming accustomed to my wanting to touch her
constantly and opened her legs slightly, allowing my fingers to once
again come into contact with her yonni from behind and underneath her.

As I carried her back to bed, I worked the tips of my fingers further
between her legs until I was again stimulating her clitty.  When I sat
her down on the edge of my bed, she resisted me pulling my hand from
between her legs and was hungry for yet another orgasm.  I had to go pee
myself and struggled to remove my hand before Carla found out what I was
doing.  I leaned down after covering her up and kissed her once more on
the lips.  Tessa felt a tingle run up and down her body, knowing that
her mommy was little more than three feet away from us as I kissed her
lovingly.  She felt extremely naughty having just experienced a series
of warm waves running all through her insides and then kissing a
wonderful man right next to her sleeping mommy and sister.

I returned to the bathroom, closed, and then locked the door.  I bent
down and pushed my face over the open commode, breathing in deeply,
taking in the wonderful aroma of five and eight year old little girl
pee.  I stood back up and extricated my throbbing monster, working it
along it's length until I felt my balls tighten and then unload their
contents.

I hadn't experienced an orgasm that good since I had my dick inside a
twelve year old little brown fucking machine in Thailand.  She was the
last little girl I had fucked and I realized how much I missed the
wonderful sensation of smooth, tight, hairless flesh as it was being
invaded by my cock.  My mind was filled with all sorts of notions,
including how I could train Tessa to take my dick into her vagina like
that little Thai whore did.

I continued to work my manhood until within ten minutes, I produced yet
more baby juice.  That orgasm wasn't as good as the first one, but as
I'd heard for years no orgasm is really bad.  I used a little tissue to
wipe myself clean and dry and then made sure there was no evidence of my
last sexual encounter with my hand.

I finally flushed the commode and stumbled out of the bathroom and
toward the front of my RV, knowing that if I were to go back to bed,
Carla was going to catch me molesting either Tessa, or worse, Lisa.
When I found my bench seat in the dark, I flopped down and almost passed
out from a combination of exhaustion and complete satisfaction.  The
silence of my RV was somehow disquieting, every rumble from the distant
storm echoing an eternity from one end of my mind to the emptiness of my
heart.

In a little over ten minutes, I felt a hand on my right shoulder.  I
opened my eyes to see Carla kneeling before me holding a towel in front
of her body, but not trying terribly hard to keep me from seeing her
teenage-style frame.

"What's wrong, Carla?"

"Aren't you coming back to bed Tim?"

"I didn't think you'd like the idea of me sleeping with all you girls,
especially since none of you are wearing anything."

"Tim, after all I've been through the last few days, the last thing I'm
worried about is sleeping with a wonderful man like you.  I can tell you
wouldn't hurt any of us or take advantage of us in any way.  You just
don't seem like the kind of man who takes pleasure in hurting two
defenseless little girls or their tired mommy."

"Well ... I'd never intentionally hurt any of you, but you need to
know something right away."

"What's that, Tim?"

"I haven't been as nice a man as you might believe, since I've been
staring at you and your girls in a less than gentlemanly manner ever
since we met.  I've had more than one opportunity to see extremely sexy
skin right in front of me and my thoughts haven't exactly been religious
in nature."

"Why would you think that would make you ungentlemanly?  Men all over
the world love to look at and have fantasies about pretty women of all
ages."

"Yeah, but ... my thoughts aren't limited to looking.  If I succumb to
my temptations, I just might want to touch you, or worse, your little
girls with more interest than might be considered appropriate.  I guess
that sounds pretty sick, huh?"

"I'm glad you can be honest with me, Tim.  I feel better knowing you're
not afraid to admit something like that.  Now let me be honest with you.
I know I've told you a little bit about us while we were bathing the
girls, but I didn't tell you the whole story.  The last few days haven't
exactly been my best, since I've had to do some rather nasty things to
try to make enough money to get the Hell away from here.  It may not be
the most opportune time to say this, but I feel compelled to share
something with you."

Carla hesitated for a moment and then continued.

"The first day I got stuck here, I earned almost five hundred dollars
servicing truck drivers from one end of this parking lot to the other,
and no, I wasn't changing their engine oil or rotating their tires
either.  Most of the time, my mouth was doing all the work and I
provided a few of them with at least one nice memory in this truck stop.
Then, I got an opportunity to    "

She kept telling me all the sordid details of every act she performed,
even providing details of her daughters watching her get fucked by the
bastard who tricked her into having unprotected sex with him.  She even
told me how it made her feel when he worked his rather skillful tool
along the inside of her vagina across her Grafenberg spot, and then how
she had multiple orgasms as he expertly worked her clitty between his
thumb and forefinger.  The level of detail that she was providing was so
stimulating that I had a raging hardon before she finished.

She poured her soul out to me without regard for how it made her look.
To me she was fearless and determined and I admired her for her courage
and tenacity at doing whatever it took to help her girls get away from
their abusive alcohol-addicted father.  By the time she had revealed
every dirty little secret, I felt ashamed that I'd taken advantage of
both Lisa and Tessa.  I wanted to come clean and be just as honest with
her, but couldn't figure out how to tell her everything without Carla
wanting to shove a blunt knife into my chest and kill me, or worse, into
my groin and let me die slowly.  The fullness of my guilt finally
convinced me to unload my mind and share what I'd done.

"Carla, you need to know something about me and you're not going to like
it one little bit."

I waited until I knew she was ready for my revelation.

"When Tessa wanted me to give her twenty dollars to touch and fondle
her, I almost didn't resist.  I truly wanted to caress and molest her
beautiful little body, but was terribly ashamed and reluctant.  You see
...  I've been with little girls before when I was overseas in Asia,
that first vacation trip a genuine venture to the unknown Far East to
see all sorts of lovely things.  I didn't go there specifically to have
sex with little girls, but once I got there and had been offered at
least thirty little brown cuties, my resistance fell away and I let my
fantasies run amok.  Before I realized what I'd done, I was in the
presence of more than four families of little 'professionals', having
sex with any and all of them that I was interested in."

As hard as it was for me to believe what I was doing, my mouth was
spilling out details of my sordid past to a woman who I barely even
knew.  All she had to do was throw some of her dirty clothes on and go
running for the first cop to send me straight to jail.  I don't know why
I continued, but felt strangely obliged to empty my heart out to her, as
she'd done for me.

"Most men who go overseas eventually find out about these places, and
within a week they're regular customers.  I'd heard of them, but just
thought they were stories.  I found out rather quickly that everything I
had been told was true, and then some!  For many days and nights, I took
advantage of every offer presented, lots of mothers, fathers, and uncles
eagerly providing me whatever pleasures I might want from their little
girls.  Now that I've touched a little girl's body, my resistance to the
desire is absent, and I'll act on my sick passions with your precious
little girls if given the opportunity.  I know you've thought of me as a
real nice man and I've hated to tell you all this, but you need to
understand why I can't come back to bed with you and your little girls.
I won't be able to keep my hands off them for a minute, especially after
you fall asleep.  In fact, if you're smart, you may want to lock the
bedroom door until morning.  If you want to tomorrow, you and your girls
can make your way to where-ever you need to so I don't despoil them as I
had all those other tainted angels overseas."

I lay there and waited for Carla to begin beating me senseless.  When
she leaned over me I flinched and tried to cover my face.  Instead of
flailing at my face with her clenched fists, she dropped her towel and
leaned her face down and pressed her lips against mine.  Our kiss lasted
about five minutes, my hands locked across my chest in anticipation of
what was to come soon enough.  It was not to be.

When our lips separated, she leaned straight back and looked down at me.
I wasn't sure what was happening and waited for her to make the next
move.  She leaned forward yet again and returned her lips to mine,
working her tongue between my teeth until both of our tongues were
fighting back and forth.  I could feel her breasts pressing against my
right arm and couldn't resist any longer.  If she was bold enough to be
naked before me, then I was going to take advantage or her too.

I reached up with my left hand and gently began caressing her right
nipple, working my fingers around it, kneading it, and stimulating it
until it was a firm projection extending a quarter inch from the end of
her soft breast.  Her excitement couldn't be contained and she rather
brazenly reached between my legs and started stroking my dick along the
outside of my shorts.

My apprehension about giving her complete access to my manhood must not
have been apparent to her, but to me I was terrified because I clearly
remembered Lorena Bobbitt.  Carla very expertly wore down my resistance
and was able to undo my shorts, pushing her hand inside until she had
engulfed my dick with her tiny fingers.  Two can play that game!

My right arm was pulled from between us, and I put it around her lower
back, working my hand further down her body until I was cupping one and
then the other butt cheek, going back and forth as I softly massaged and
fondled her soft bum.  As I cupped her butt cheeks and worked my fingers
between them, she spread her legs and granted me access to her from
behind, her breath deep and ragged as we continued to kiss.  When I
finally touched her vulva from behind, the tips of my fingers found her
soaking wet, her excitement level far beyond mental reason.

I didn't wait any longer and pushed as far forward as I could until I
could insert my thumb into her vagina and began caressing her clitty
with the tips of my middle and index fingers.  The tip of my thumb found
the ridges along the inside front of her vagina and in no time I was
able to stimulate her 'G-spot', working her clitty with my index and
middle fingers.

It took little more than a minute and she started bucking against my
hand as she continued to stroke my cock inside my shorts.  I didn't stop
working her clitty for another ten minutes, wanting to please her as
much as I could.  I figured this would be the only time I would ever be
able to touch her and wanted to be sure I enjoyed it as much as
possible.

She finally couldn't take any more and used her left hand to cup my
right, trying to stop my fingers from working so diligently against her
now overstimulated clitty.  She kept pressing against the back of my
fingers as I worked her into a more intense orgasm, never surrendering
in the least.  When she started to whimper into my mouth, I knew I
needed to relent and slowed my attack.  I reduced the pressure against
her clitty and began to softly caress and rub it, bringing her back down
slowly rather than cut her off abruptly.  She must have genuinely
appreciated all the attention, because what she did next floored me.

She broke our kiss, looked down at me with a very unusual smile and then
shifted her face to my hips.  She tugged almost violently against the
waistband of my shorts and undies, trying desperately to work them down
my legs.  I expected her to either rip my dick off or bite it off.  I
clenched my teeth in anticipation of extreme pain and waited.  What I
felt instead was the warm wet sensation of her mouth as she completely
swallowed me whole.

When her chin hit my hip, I knew she wasn't kidding around.  It was time
for me to reciprocate, so I pulled her slender hips over me with little
difficulty and pushed my face between her legs, rewarded with the
sweetest and smoothest adult shaved snatch I'd ever had the pleasure to
kiss and lick.  It was tight and soft, plump and hot, and she molded
herself to me the instant my tongue met her flesh.

As sweet and pretty as her cunny was, it still could not compare to the
elegant tender beauty of an eight or five year olds pretty vulva, but I
wasn't about to lose that sort of opportunity.  As much as I longed to
do the same thing to either Tessa or Lisa, Carla was experienced and
knew exactly where and how to press to work me into a frenzy in no time.

She remained on top of me and was bobbing up and down on my cock as her
thighs hugged my ears, my face between her legs, and my tongue working
against her nubbin.  Since I had already given her an orgasm or three
mere moments before, she was ready for her next one in no time, and it
came to her in full force.

When her convulsions started, she plunged her mouth around my dick all
the way to my hips, moaning and whimpering through her nose.  She was
making it extremely difficult for me to concentrate on her clitty and I
was near complete distraction, so I hugged my right arm around her bum
and worked my fingers between her cheeks, searching out for her puckered
anus.  When I found it and gently caressed it up and down, still
tonguing her wildly, she shook almost violently over my head, her next
series of orgasms taking hold.  I pulled her body into mine and forced
my face into her mons even harder, wanting to keep myself distracted for
a few minutes more.

I could tell she couldn't take any more as she started to bob up and
down, sucking feverishly, wanting me to release.  I held out as long as
I could, keeping her hips bucking against my face and her insides on
fire.  When I couldn't hold out any longer, I sucked her clitty into my
mouth and began nibbling on it, shooting gobs of sperm into her mouth as
hard as I ever had in my life.  Her legs stiffened and her whole body
went rigid, her mouth never leaving my cock for an instant.

My face was now covered with her juices and her mouth was filled with
mine.  We lay there quietly coupled for another ten minutes, not moving,
afraid to break our love bond.  We were both afraid to come back down to
Earth, having experienced and shared such a wonderful moment that we
both wished we could make it last a lifetime.  When I gathered enough of
my senses, I began kissing and licking her pussy once more, softly,
slowly, and gently.

Her legs magically opened and she shifted them down until they were at
my sides, her knees next to my waist, her feet pressing against my ears.
I continued to softly lick her pussy from front to back as she worked
her mouth up and down the length of my shaft, stopping only briefly when
she let it pop out of her mouth so she could swallow.  I wanted to be
inside her in the worst possible way, thinking that fucking her in a
hammock while standing might just do the trick.

I pressed my tongue up into her sweet gash and tried to push it as far
inside her as I could.  Now I wished I had been blessed with a nine inch
long tongue and could breathe through the top of my head.  It didn't
seem to matter to Carla, since she was feeling the beginnings of yet
another orgasm.  She wanted to resist at first, but relaxed and just let
it happen.  When it hit her, she pressed her cunny into my face and rode
my head like a bucking bronco.  She almost broke my nose in the process.

When the majority of her most recent orgasm had passed, she couldn't
take it any longer and pulled her mouth off of my cock with a loud
'POP'.  She then turned around right over me and pressed her dripping
vagina right over my dick, sinking down all the way until our hips met.
She let out a loud gasp and began humping me furiously, sending herself
into orbit every time she pushed our pubic bones together.  Her clitty
and G-spot were so sensitive that the slightest touch from my body on
either errogenous zone would send her into short, staccato jerks.

It almost looked comical for her to press her mons into my hips and then
stutter a few times until she lifted back up and broke the contact
between our bodies.  She wanted more and began bobbing up and down on my
sore dick until she had worked herself into a wonderful frenzy.  When
her last orgasm hit her, she tightened her vaginal muscles and began
milking my dick until I couldn't take it any longer.

When we both let go, I almost lifted her off the bench as she plunged
down on top of me with all her weight.  We met halfway between Heaven
and Hell and pushed into each other like rabbits.  When we stopped
humping each other, we lay there for another thirty minutes, kissing,
caressing, and playing with each other, wanting to maintain contact as
long as possible.

Words flew from my lips that I never expected.

"Carla, I don't want you to leave me, ever!  I need you and must have
you from now on.  Please tell me you'll stay with me."

The words were like diamonds and gold to her, sending her into a
passionate embrace around my neck, her head tucked just under mine.  Her
response was predictable and welcomed.

"Timmy, I'll do whatever you want.  I'll even let you have my daughters
if that's what you really want ...  I mean, if you love them as much as
you say you do.  All I ask is that you don't hurt any of us, ever.  I
had enough of that crap from my husband, and I don't ever want to live
like that again.  I don't care if you want to touch and play with Tessa
and Lisa, as long as you're always honest with me and don't make them do
anything that they don't want to.  Can you do that for me?"

I didn't need to think about my response for more than two milliseconds.

"Yes I can Carla, and thank you for letting me have your daughters.  I
promise I'll never cause them heartache or pain if I can help it."

We stayed locked together, hip to hip, my cock still inside her tight
vagina until a loud clap of thunder woke both girls up, making them
start screaming.  They must have thought we'd left them completely alone
and lost it.  Carla and I didn't want to break our love bond as both
little girls began wailing loudly, but the sound wasn't conducive to our
enjoying more sex.

"I think we need to go back to bed so we can comfort those two of
yours?"

"I guess you don't like having sex with little girls screaming in the
background, do you Tim?"

"Not really.  It takes away from the experience somewhat."

I reluctantly pulled out of Carla with a sloppy 'smish'-'pop' as she got
up, my dick bobbing in front of me as I collected a few napkins from the
table.  I carefully attended to her slick juices on my face, then bent
down and pushed my hand between her chubby thighs.  Carla must have
believed she had fallen into a pleasure den, because she just stood
there in front of me with her legs spread apart and smiled down at me.
Even after I'd retrieved enough of her juices I couldn't resist and
knelt down in front of her while her girls were crying and licked.
Carla groaned when I teased her clitoris, but her hands along the back
of my head and her pussy pushing hard into my face was a pretty good
clue that she wasn't mad.

Once she was adequately licked and dry, I stood up, gathered another
tissue, and started to dry myself.  She'd have none of that.  Carla took
the paper away from me, knelt down, and pushed her mouth around my dick
once again.  Damn, that felt good!  She stroked me only a few times,
heard her girls cry a little louder when the next bolt of lightning
sprayed the inside of my RV with an almost blinding flare, and finally
withdrew.  She finally wiped me dry, stood up, and smiled.

I wasn't able to think clearly, but started walking back to my bedroom
behind Carla, her naked bum looking as if it belonged to a little older
version of her first daughter.  My t-shirt fell helplessly on the floor
next to the doorway as we entered my bedroom.

I followed Carla all the way into my room and climbed into bed behind
her as she scooted her way across the bed and pulled Lisa and Tessa over
her and placed them between us.  Both girls' cries slowly faded as Carla
shushed and soothed them, no further bright fireworks invading our
domain to make the darling little angels any more frightened.

After the three of them got settled, Lisa was next to my right side and
Tessa was between Lisa and Carla, much too far for me to be able to
touch her while she slept.  Tessa wasn't satisfied with being so far
away from me and wanted to return to her position along my side.

"Mommy?  Can I go lay down next to Timmy please?"

Carla didn't answer right away and before she could, Tessa asked her if
she could rearrange our sleeping positions once again.  Carla must have
remembered what I had told her about my proclivity for naked little
girls, because her hesitation seemed intentional.

"Mommy, please?"

Whatever reluctance I thought she had quickly evaporated.

"Okay, Baby.  Go ahead."

Tessa threw the covers off of her and climbed over her mommy, ran around
the foot of the bed, and wiggled her way under the covers next to my left
side.  She pressed her naked tummy against my left side, pushed her left
leg up over my left, and then pushed her left arm around my chest,
hugging me quite tightly.  As she settled, I hugged her to me with my
left arm and let my hand cup her bum, my fingers working softly between
her cheeks until I could feel the warmth of her velvety smooth vulva
once again.

This time, she was perfectly aware of my diddle-diving and smiled into
my neck, wiggling slightly tighter against me, and trying desperately to
stifle a giggle.  She knew perfectly well that I wasn't supposed to be
lovingly touching her privates, but luxuriated in the warmth of my
invading digits.

She was so pleased with my immediate willingness to fondle her body yet
again that as she smiled broadly, she let out a suppressed giggle after
all, her body making little noises that hid little of her enthusiasm, or
my activities.  I could tell she was immensely satisfied by the way she
was pressing her face into me, her lips softly and rather quietly
kissing my neck.  It felt so good to have her next to me that I knew we
would be lifelong lovers, as long as Carla would indeed honor her
admission that I could 'have' her girls.

I looked over to Carla and by her expression I could tell she didn't
like the idea of us being separated by her youngest little girl.  She
resolved to resume our contact, even if it meant me touching her
beautifully smooth and perfectly shaved cunny right behind her five year
old.  The only downside was if Lisa discovered what we were up to, she
might start asking some rather interesting questions or at the very
least, giggle wildly.

Carla tugged at my wrist and shifted her body up slightly until my hand
was perfectly positioned over her bulbous mound.  She forced my middle
finger down along the warm wet cleft of her vulva, pushing and pulling
it into her until I was able to keep a nice rhythm for her.  She let go
only after I began to include her clitoris in the slow, gentle caresses
up and down her pussy.

Carla kept pushing up into my hand, lifting her hips, and bucking
slightly as I raked the end of my finger up under her prepuce,
indicating that I'd found the right combination of inward and downward
pressure, soon to be followed by a series of gentle thrusts and recoils
along the length of her vaginal walls.  Now that she was about to be
satisfied with yet another orgasm, it was time for me to work on Tessa's
second one.

I started Tessa's second sexual adventure by running the tip of my
middle finger further under her until I could feel the wetness of her
vaginal opening.  I coated my finger up to the first knuckle with her
natural lubrication and then worked my finger further forward until I
could feel the bump of her tiny clitty.  I focused on the bottom edge of
her clitoral hood and insinuated my finger inside, producing a short
jerk from her hips.

It might have been my enthusiasm with her mommy that spurred my over
exuberance, so I waited to see if I had hurt her even slightly and just
held my finger there, waiting for her to pull away from me or push back
into my hand.  I waited for about five seconds and Tessa pushed back
into my hand, telling me nonverbally that everything was still okay and
I could resume my play and her training.

Carla was already bucking to another softer orgasm as I continued to
work on her oldest daughter, the girls' mother pulling my hand into her
wonderfully soft and extremely pliable cunny as wave after wave started
at her hips, extended upward to her chest, and then downward to her
feet, causing her legs to stiffen and relax with each impulse.  While I
was deftly tending to her daughter, Carla kept bucking alongside Lisa
for the next fifteen or twenty minutes, enjoying every caress and prod
that I provided.

Tessa began breathing louder and deeper as she was getting closer to her
second pleasant sexual experience with me, Carla so blitzed that she
never consciously became aware of what I was up to less than three feet
away.  When Tessa reached her zenith, she hugged me as tightly as she
could, pushed back into my hand and whimpered into my neck, trying to
suppress the noise she was making.

Carla could have heard Tessa enjoying something that I'd also offered to
the young mother, and I became thoroughly enchanted with the thought of
Carla's daughter having an orgasm at the same time she was.  The little
girl's mother pushed up into my hand and began matching her daughter's
actions without realizing what I was lovingly being able to share with
them at the same moment.

They were both making so little noise that Lisa didn't wake up for quite
a while.  When she did, she started to giggle.  All the sexual contact
with the little girl's mommy and big sister was too much for both of my
lovers and they couldn't take any more, softly moaning and cooing until
they both clamped their legs together, squeezing my hands in the
process.

They held onto me for the next few minutes as the last pulses of energy
traveled around their insides, my fingers maintaining slight pressure
against their clitties.  I didn't want to overstay my welcome and didn't
wiggle my digits any further.  It seemed to be the right thing to do as
they seemed to melt into my bed next to me and Lisa, continuing to hold
onto my hands with ardent affection.  Their new best friend was going to
be providing them with continuous pleasure as long as they would allow
it.

Just when I thought my sexual adventures with my multiple partners had
concluded, Lisa reached over my hips, ostensibly for a hug, and found
something that she'd never known before.  As soon as her small hand
touched my erect and throbbing dick I knew I was going to need some more
female flesh to play with.  Even before we'd talked or even whispered
about it her right hand was filled with my manhood and she started to
gently caress my still naked and very excited woody.  I had completely
forgotten that I left my shorts and underwear on the bench and hadn't
expected any of them to take notice.  Lisa proved me wrong and was
touching me so softly I wasn't sure if I was awake or dreaming.  She
didn't do anything more than run her little fingers up and down the
length of my extended cock, not squeezing or grabbing but delicately
exploring.  That was most likely the first time she'd ever touched a
male organ. and I wasn't going to prevent her from learning by doing.

As Carla and Tessa began to succumb to the pull of sleep against their
minds and bodies, they both turned away from me and Lisa at the same
time and lay on their tummies.  They weren't far enough away that I
couldn't touch them anymore, but enough that there was now a little
space between their bodies and mine and Lisa's.  I took this as an
opportunity to see if Lisa would be interested in learning about sex at
the early age of five years.

As her mother and sister moved away, Lisa stopped touching me and pulled
her hand back, fearful that her actions would be detected and then
prevented.  Now that Lisa and I were relatively free to entertain
ourselves and each other, she quite delicately moved her tiny hand back
to my hip and worked it closer and closer, wanting to be sure that I
wouldn't stop her.  When I gently grasped her hand and pulled it onto my
cock she had her answer.  Realizing that she was now permitted to do as
she wished, she assumed control of her hand and increased the amount of
contact between her flesh and mine.

It was as if she were experimenting with my body, trying to determine
how much I would allow as she wrapped her fingers around the middle of
my shaft.  She moved her little hand up along it's length until she
reached the top and then wiggled her fingers against my pee opening.
She was fascinated with the way it was split at the tip and oozing
precum, making her fingers and palm slick and sticky.  I just lay there
and allowed her to learn about the male anatomy, mine!

When I could tell she was immersed in her schooling enough that she
wouldn't stop, I pushed my right hand to her bum and hooked my fingers
between her butt cheeks, wiggling my fingers until she opened her legs
enough for me to begin touching her vulva.  I worked the tip of my
middle finger along the entire length of her vulva until I found her
tiny and incredibly tight vagina.  Just as I'd done when she was going
pee, I didn't force my finger into her snug orifice, but pressed hard
enough that I could feel her silken flesh hug my finger.  That's when I
realized I'd distracted her enough that she held her hand on me
perfectly still, touching the tip of my dick with her index finger and
wrapping her other fingers around the blood engorged bulbous end.

With the tip of my finger slightly dampened by her delicate fluids, I
moved it further forward until I again felt the tiny bump of her
underdeveloped clitty.  She jumped a little and seemed unsure if what I
was doing to her tender body was what she expected.  Not sensing any
immediate discomfort, I worked the flat of my fingertip across the
surface of her nubbin and began increasing the amount of pressure
against it.  She took to my contact immediately and accepted what I was
doing as normal, continuing to play with my dick as she had before.

Her clitty was tiny by comparison and I found it difficult to maintain
direct contact with the most sensitive part of her body, but quite
skilled at this sort of exercise, I kept going.  As I continued to
explore her pussy, I found it much easier to focus on her tickle bump
and worked against it until she started breathing like Carla and Tessa
did earlier.  When I couldn't resist any longer, I reached down with my
mouth and began kissing her forehead, relishing in the warm clean feel
of her tender skin.  Lisa must have been just as enthusiastic in
learning how to kiss a boy, tilted her head up, and presented her lips
to me, my immediate reaction to begin softly kissing her and munching on
her tiny mouth.

After a few more minutes of this, I grew hungry enough for her tender
pussy to pull her up over me.  At first, I was going to push my dick up
against her cunny as we kissed, but since she was so much smaller than
me, all I was going to be able to do was to dry fuck her between her
wonderfully soft and slightly chubby thighs.  That wasn't going to
satisfy me as much as giving the five year old something to remember for
the rest of her life, so I reconsidered my plans.

I badly needed the sensation of her pussy against my face, so I decided
to give her a quick lesson in tongue torture.  Tugging her lovely naked
form higher, I pushed my mouth next to her right ear, hoping we were
just far enough away from her mommy that Carla might not be able to hear
me.  With the warmth of my breath tickling her elfin curl, I softly
whispered into her just loud enough to communicate my intentions with
her.

"Lisa Honey, I need to kiss your pretty trickle.  It might seem a little
strange at first but don't worry, it won't hurt.  It will feel really
nice and you'll like it a whole bunch.  Please turn around on top of me
so I can reach your peepee, okay Angel?"

" okay Timmy "

She helped me by lifting herself up slightly as I swung her legs toward
my head, allowing me to do anything I wished.  When her knees were
around my ears, I pulled her higher and pushed my face right into her
pussy, my tongue working against her nubbin as delicately as my finger
had.  I could only barely taste the medicinal cream that I had applied
but ignored it as I licked her vulva from back to front.  She lovingly
hugged my hips and lay her head sideways against my tummy, accepting my
gentle ministrations and resumed her deep, steady breathing.  My tongue
plied her soft skin and increased her level of satisfaction with each
gentle caress, her hemispherical mounds of flesh hugging my tongue as I
continued to work it along the top of her cleft.

Her tender vagina began oozing a little fluid which dripped down her
pussy and into my mouth, making it difficult for me to keep from wanting
to stab my erect cock into the hole that it was coming from.  I lifted
my face slightly and licked her up and down, sucking in all of her sweet
juices as if I was enjoying a recently plucked fresh peach, her sweet
nectar captured with my tongue before it had a chance to escape my
mouth.  She seemed to genuinely enjoy this new sensation and pushed her
mons harder into my face to increase the friction between my tongue and
her wonderful gash, nothing about my actions frightening my young
partner in the slightest.  It felt so incredibly satisfying that if I
didn't get her excited soon enough, I was going to spray the inside of
my sheets with baby juice.

I redoubled my efforts and focused my attention once again on her little
nubbin, licking and sucking it as hard and as quietly as I could.  It
was finally enough and her hips began stuttering against my face, her
very first orgasm filling her insides with fire and passion.  She hooked
her legs around my head and shifted her body down far enough that she
was able to push her hands around my chest, her body jerking and bucking
gently as the involuntarily waves of pleasure clasped and then released
her insides, time after time.

Lisa continued to feel the remnants of her first orgasm for the next
thirty minutes, my tongue gently pressing up against her now experienced
clitoris, maintaining enough pressure that her body couldn't resist the
stimulus, and kept her hips jerking softly.  When she started to
whimper, I stopped.  She was now my sex toy and I was going to give her
years of tongue torture for as long as I could, her body ready for
illicit contact as often as it would be provided.

I kept my face between her thighs for another hour or two, so long in
fact that she eventually fell asleep on top of me.  I didn't want to
pull my mouth away from her sweet snatch, so I kept up the tender abuse,
gently licking and kissing her nude cunny as if I were kissing her
mouth.  In spite of my continued lingual and labial contact with her
soft vulva, Lisa never grew impatient or uncomfortable, gently snoring
over me as if I were her very own living pillow.  After she began
sucking her left thumb as she lay over me, I almost started to laugh,
filled with a combination of satisfaction and lust at such an innocent
little waif permitting such immoral activities.

As much as I wanted to keep making facial love to the saddle of her
cunny, I knew I was going to have to eventually quit.  So with mature
and deliberate determination, I gently turned her around over me and
pushed her down far enough that her wet pussy was pressing up against
the front of my upturned dick.  That's when I was granted my next
adventure with my five year old partner.

Lisa parted her legs just enough that I was able to begin pushing the
tip of my cock between the tight folds of her pussy, not able to do
anything more than feel her labia gently hug only the tip.  It didn't
matter how far I was able to push inside her the first time, since my
hormones weren't going to be satisfied for days anyway.

My dick proved just how wrong my first impression was as the head of my
cock passed inside the entrance of her vagina, her lubrication linked
with my lust and stamina in just the right combination to allow my glans
to slip inside.  Her plump lips proved just flexible enough to permit a
small amount of inward movement, the resistance of her tight vagina
barely able to repel the inward pressure of my cockhead.  The smooth
hairless feel of her pussy was like warm wet silk, her tender orifice
granting me just enough passage for the rim of my cock to pop inside.

FUCK, it felt so good for her body to accept me!  I tried to make short
stabs at her tight opening, but felt the welcome pain of my balls
tighten, the few elegant trips back and forth enough to send me right
over the edge.  I stopped countless times, trying desperately to
maintain enough composure to prolong the contact I had inside her wet
opening.  Each time I felt comfortable enough to move again, I'd stab
into her in short jerks, sending my insides buzzing and my balls
tingling.  Damn, for such a little girl she felt fucking wonderful!

I finally couldn't take the strain, felt my balls pull up into my groin
and knew it was going to be over soon.  The darkened room seemed to be
filled with a bright white light as my body erupted in a series of
uncontrollable seizures, my dick unloading spunk into the opening of her
tiny undeveloped womb, masses of the white sticky fluid seeping out
around the edges of our love bond once I'd filled her tiny cavity.

I made a real mess of her and knew I needed to clean us both up, so I
pulled her tight to my chest and climbed over Tessa with tremendous
difficulty.  Amazingly, Lisa was still sound asleep, her thumb still
tightly wedged between her lips, and the sucking noises from her mouth
making me want to do it all over again.  I was tempted for a few seconds
to replace her thumb with my cock.

As I set her bum down on the open commode, she immediately let loose a
strong stream of pee, my cum leading the way.  When she was done, I
dried her with some tissues and then washed her clean with a damp soapy
cloth, using the warm towel on my now woefully deflated dick last.  Then
words that I could only have dreamed of spilled out of her tiny mouth.

"Timmy?  Tickle me some more, please?"

"Okay, Baby.  Just a little."

As she began to fall asleep on the commode, I lifted her now clean body
up and lay her back down on the floor, facing the ceiling.  I climbed
face first between her tiny legs and began feasting on her little quim,
her thumb back between her lips and my tongue rambling wildly along that
tight smooth cleft that contained my interest.  Lisa apparently enjoyed
the amount of her tickles enough that she wrapped her hands around my
head and held on as I lovingly tongued her to another orgasm.  When she
recovered, she shocked the Hell out of me with her last request.

"Timmy, it felt good when you tickled my trickle with your thingy.  Do
it again."

"Oh Baby!  You don't mind?"

Her smile broadened as she ran her tiny fingers along the sides of my
face.  I leaned forward slightly and pushed my dick between her legs
until I could feel her vulva begin to envelope the tip of my dick.  I
wanted to plunge into her but resisted, letting our bodies come together
slowly for the second time tonight.  I kept watching her face as I
pushed into her body, looking for a sign that I was hurting her.  I
tried to repeat what I had done the last time, slowly working just
enough of my cock into her tight vagina until her maidenhead began to
grip me hard enough to hurt.  When her mouth opened really wide, I knew
I had gone far enough, little more than the flair of my glans being
completely hugged lovingly.

"We can do this again as long as you want to, Baby.  Just be sure to
tell me if I push a little bit too hard, okay?"

"Okay Timmy."

I fucked the entrance of her vagina with lots of quick, short jabs and
pokes until I let go once again, filling her insides just enough to make
a mess.  After I cleaned her up yet again, I licked her from nubbin to
asshole and heard a stifled giggle.  That was a perfect sentiment.

"Thank you for letting me tickle you again, Sugar.  It felt very nice."

"You're welcome.  I liked how it felt too, Timmy."

It was difficult to want to take her back to bed, but there would be
plenty of chances for us to repeat that wonderful adventure in the near
future.  Using a few well placed wiggling fingers, I ended our brief
love-making with a short tickle session, Lisa falling in love with me
deeper as time moved on.  Once I had her in my arms and lay her across
my shoulder, she was out like a light.

I put her in bed next to Carla, went back around the bed and climbed in
next to Tessa, now between Lisa and me.  Tessa immediately turned over
from her back and presented her bum to my hips, pushing backward and
wiggling her cheeks against my woody.  I put my left arm around her
chest and gently caressed her titties with the tips of my fingers as I
worked my reinflated dick along the crease of her soft bum.  In spite of
my recent escapades with her baby sister, I still had enough
testosterone in my blood to want more.

Tessa must have been reincarnated, her spirit coming from a sex hungry
nymphomaniac, since she automatically opened her legs a little and let my
dick press nastily against the back edge of her vulva, millimeters away
from the opening of her vagina.  It felt wonderful to once again have
the end of my cock pressing against such smooth, warm, hairless pussy.

Oh, I desperately wanted to fuck the little thing, but knew that would
have sent me right to jail, no promise her mother made genuinely being
considered unless everyone present was awake and willing to offer that
prize in earnest.  The only thing I allowed was to hold the end of my
dick against the wet heat of her vulva, pushing all the way forward and
only pretending to have sex with an eight year old.  The snug feel of
her naked thighs and wet vulvar slit was so satisfying, I remained fixed
in place behind her.

By the time she moved about twenty minutes later, I knew I needed to
wait for a more opportune time to plunge my cock in and out of her young
body.  I retrieved my dick from it's new home away from home and went to
the bathroom to jerk off before coming back to bed and finally falling
asleep.  The remainder of our first night together was nothing more than
a few caresses along each little girls' bum and a gentle poke or two
inside the warm recesses of their vulvas with the end of a favorite
middle finger.

Carla was the first one to wake up and get out of bed, preferring to
stay naked until her daughters woke up.  I smelled the aroma of coffee
brewing and got up, putting my underwear on and walking up behind her in
the kitchen area.  I wasn't sure how she would feel after having sex
with me the night before, remembering what she had told me about her
nasty experiences the previous two days.

Carla was much more relaxed about our relationship than I had expected,
her voice sounding very lyrical when she offered me a kiss and my first
cup of coffee for the day.

<SMACK> "Morning, sleepyhead!  How do you feel this morning, Timmy?"

"Excellent!  By the way.  Your bum is much prettier than I remember."

"Really?  You think so?"

She turned half way around and for the first time, I had an unobstructed
view of her full, puffy mound.  It was like nothing I'd ever seen
before, extending forward like half a grapefruit cleaved deeply like an
overripe peach.  I instantly knew where her daughters' lovely pussies
came from ... literally.

"On second thought, I also think your yonni looks gorgeous!"

Carla giggled, the sensation that she craved while modeling for herself
in the bathroom beginning to return, my interest in her as much as her
little girls.

I couldn't resist the attraction I had for her and knelt down in front
of her wonderfully smooth cunny, worshiping her beauty like a loyal
disciple, my eyes burning holes into her lovely body less than three
inches away.

She accepted my offering of praise and devotion, running her fingers
through my hair as I plowed into the front of her mons, my face pressed
hungrily against her pussy, and my tongue working against her clitty yet
again.  I knew she appreciated my pledge of loving allegiance the moment
I began to invade her private spaces, because she hooked her left calf
over my shoulder and pulled me tighter.

Carla was becoming accustomed to all the attention I was paying to her
clitty, having no resistance against the constant barrage of tactile
abuse, my tongue satisfying something in her that went beyond the
physical bounds of her overstimulated nerves.  Her first orgasm of the
day took little more than two minutes.

"Damn Timmy!  If you do that to me every morning first thing, I may not
put clothes on until well after lunch."

"Fine by me!  I'm glad you like my way of saying 'Good Morning'."

"Like it?  Hell, I think I'm going to expect it from now on.  That is
... if you still want me to stay."

"Yes I do.  I just hope you don't mind me wanting to constantly push my
face between your legs.  I've never been satisfied with just a little
sex every once in a while, so if you aren't willing to put up with my
hands constantly in your panties and bra, or my mouth on your lovely
snatch, then you better tell me now."

"Why should I mind?  You're the first man who's treated me and my girls
with respect and affection in a very long time.  The least 'I' could do
is let you give me mountains of orgasms day and night."

"As long as you're staying for the right reason, Carla.  I don't want
you to feel obligated to repay me for anything that I've done for you or
your girls.  Anything and everything that I've done has been from the
heart and needs no reimbursement."

As I continued to kneel in front of my petite goddess, stroking her legs
and running my hands over her bum and cunny, she looked down at me with
the expression of sheer gratitude and affection.  I had somehow worked
my way into her heart and she was becoming a different person from the
wild child that I saw that first night.  Her mannerisms were incongruous
with what a young mother with two little girls normally exhibited and
her attitude was positive, for the first time in a very long time.
After a few more minutes of golden silence, my hands working against her
body the entire time, she finally proved to me just how sexually hungry
she was.

"Timmy?"

"Yes, Baby?"

"Do me again ... please?"

I leaned my face forward and stroked her perfectly formed cleft with my
tongue, locating her clitty, and stimulating it to full arousal in little
more than ten seconds.  In another two minutes, she was again bucking
against my face, hugging the sides of my head with her thighs and
cupping the back of my head with both hands.  She wrapped her body over
my head and continued her spasms as I pressed my face harder against her
cunny, my tongue not letting her rest for a moment.

Her moans got louder and more ragged as time passed, our union becoming
something that she couldn't live without as each hour went by.  At one
point, she wrapped both of her legs around my neck and I supported her
entire weight on my shoulders, her body curled over the top of me like a
fire ant trying to grip it's victim.

"TIM!  ENOUGH!  PLEASE?"

I carried her on my shoulders to the bench and set her bum down, tugging
her legs apart so her knees were resting on the warm fabric.  When my
tongue had worked it's magic long enough, I pulled back and stared at
her sloppy wet pussy right in front of my eyes.  I used my fingers to
gently caress her slit up and down, generating yet more warm juice from
her already sticky cunny.

"Tim ... can we ... again ... like last night ... please?"

No more words needed to be spoken.  I stood up, pulled my underwear down
and pushed my dick straight into her sweet pussy, Carla bucking forward,
meeting every one of my strokes with the passion I'd never experienced
before from a woman.  By the time we both were satisfied, our bodies
were covered in sweat and we remained connected at the hip.

By the time we were finally satisfied, we were just as tired as when we
were in bed the previous night.  It didn't seem to matter to my petite
lover in the least, her eyes never leaving mine and her smile shaky and
incredibly sexy.

It took quite a bit of strength to disconnect and clean each other up,
her naked body so sexy and perfectly proportioned that I envisioned her
as an older version of one of my lovely little brown fucking machines
from Asia.  I genuinely think Carla recognized my hunger for those days
past, because she began to display a coy and submissive posture as I
held her tightly to my body.

"Timmy?"

"Um hmmm?"

"Am I being a good girl for you?  I wanna be a good little girl so you
can be happy."

I pulled her face away from my chest and looked down at her as if I
might be angry.  I was actually more dismayed and unsure if she was
mocking me or might want to take on the role of Little Miss Brown Fuck
Toy.  She really didn't look the part, since Carla was incredibly light
skinned, but just as petite as a fourteen or fifteen year old lovely I'd
spent quite a bit of time with during one long winter vacation overseas.

"Carla?"

"Tim, I know it might not sound right, but I need you to dominate me ...
just a little.  I don't want any smacking or hitting or pain, but I
desperately need for you to treat me as if I was your own personal sex
slave.  I promise I won't do anything really nasty and I don't want you
to hurt me, but something about my being with you like this makes me
want to completely surrender to your every desire and whim.  Can you be
my lover, my daddy, and my Master if I want you to, Tim?  Please?"

I wasn't sure if I could handle the intense strain inside my head and
body, the lovely and sexy young mother offering herself to me in a way
I'd never experienced before.  It was both humbling and frightening at
the same time.

"Carla, I uh ... "

"Please, Tim?  I promise I'll do whatever you want, as long as you don't
hurt me or my little girls in any way.  I just need for a handsome and
very talented man to tell me what to do and make me feel safe and loved.
I feel so lonely and hurt that I'd do just about anything so I could
have a relatively normal life all over again."

"Carla.  I want you to know that I've waited for many years for you to
come along, and I'm not about to let you out of my sight now.  As long
as you're honest with me in every way possible, I'll give you and your
girls a wonderful and loving home for as long as you're willing to
remain with me.  I'm also very lonely and have needed someone to fill my
heart and grant me the kind of love and affection that most American
women can no longer express without feeling as if I were taking
advantage of them.  I need someone to take care of, to lord over, to
love, to touch, to be with me and to share as much happiness as I ... "

I stopped in mid sentence, leaving Carla with the impression that I had
misgivings about surrendering every vestige of my freedom to take her
and her little girls in.  She noticed right away and proceeded to
convince me to finish.

"What, Timmy?  I know you want to say something, and I need for you to
tell me everything.  I promise I'll be honest with you if you're honest
with me."

"Carla, I don't know if you're gonna be ready for me to say this, but I
need to take care of you as if you were my little girl ... my naughty
and very horny, sexy little girl."

Her smile grew slowly, filling her face until she was beaming up at me.
Then words fell out of her lips that filled my soul to bursting, her
voice sounding much younger than the one I'd already fallen in love
with.

"I'll be the best little girl I can be, Daddy.  I'll even do naughty
stuff with you when you need for me to make you feel good, Daddy,
whenever we're all alone and nobody's around to bother us."

She told me more in that one statement that she realized, our
relationship to be a well guarded but uninhibited one, when conducted
under the right conditions.

"Thank you, Angel.  I'll be sure to make you just as happy as any
naughty daddy possibly can, and I'll be sure to make you feel safe and
loved every single day you're with me.  I promise I won't hurt you or
your little babies and will give you what I can so you can be
comfortable and happy."

Carla pressed her face into my bare chest, certain that she had finally
found the man who was going to provide her what she'd needed for so very
long, without the pain, bruises, and humiliation.  So much of her
reluctance to leave her cruel husband was because of the need for him to
command her, rule over her like a trainer, lord, and master.  Now away
from that mean and alcohol polluted man, she could finally express her
need to be bossed around with the love and respect that she deserved,
including being told to do lots of naughty sex stuff whenever I felt
like it.

We held each other snugly on my bench seat, enjoying the realization
that we might have just found the right person after many years when a
frightened voice broke our concentration.

"Mommy?"

"I think we better return to reality for a few minutes, Angel.  Sounds
like somebody needs some morning hugs and a trip to the potty."

"Oh, Timmy.  I'm so glad we found you.  I just hated to go through all
that pain just to get to where I am right now ... naked and in your
arms."

"MOMMY???"

"WE'RE COMING SWEETIE!"

Neither of us wanted to, but we separated, kissed, got up and gave each
other a tight hug.

My underwear was relocated and slipped up my legs as Carla headed toward
the bedroom, her progress stopped before she reached the bathroom.

"You gonna come help with at least one little girl who needs help going
potty?  I can't imagine those naughty fingers of yours being very far
from a hairless little cunny for very long ... Daddy."

Damn, what an offer!

"COMING!"

"I'll bet you'd like to!"

With a wicked grin and a sly wink, Carla shook her bum at me as she
spread her feet apart, convincing me that she was much more dynamic and
creative than I could have imagined.  She had to have known perfectly
well that I wanted desperately to fuck both her daughters.

The easiest way to diffuse the tension was to casually walk up to her,
begin to tickle her brutally as she tried to escape my grasp, and then
run away toward the bedroom, my fingers following along at just the
right speed to tickle her the whole way.  Carla was squealing and
laughing the whole time, her high-pitched voice resounding through my RV
like a symphony that I'd always craved.  The moment we turned the corner
of my bedroom, both Tessa and Lisa looked horrified.  They had heard
their mommy squealing like a little girl, but didn't know if I might be
hurting her like their daddy used to.

Once they saw the broad smile on both of our faces and recognized the
sound as unrestrained laughter, they thrust their arms out and invited
their mommy to jump up on the bed and try to obtain some relief from my
wiggling fingers by crawling in under the covers.

The bed might have offered some protection and her little girls some
assistance, but not as much as they expected.  As soon as Carla was
splayed out on top of the sheet and blanket and her girls were trying to
tug her inside, I grabbed one of her feet and held on as I tickled up
her other leg.

Carla was lost to a world of deeply held fantasy and dreams of life as
it might be, a man showing her incredible affection by gently wrestling
with her right next to her little girls as she squealed and laughed.
How could this get any better?

I offered Carla some relief by letting her foot go, but as soon as Lisa
and Tessa launched themselves at me to defend their mommy, their tummies
and legs were being attacked just as lovingly as their mommy was.  They
were squealing in an even higher octave as I sent my wiggling digits to
every sensitive spot on their naked bodies that I could get away with.
It finally ended when I heard Lisa let out an ear piercing shriek that
sounded as if I had hurt her.

It was at that moment that I realized they genuinely needed to go potty.
With my hands now turned into objects that would provide relief instead
of loving torture, I scooped the girls up and carried them straight to
the bathroom as quickly as I could.

I'm glad I stopped when I did, Lisa barely able to make it to the
commode seat with her bare bummy by the time her pee ushered forth
uncontrollably.  Poor little thing!  I'd be sure to make a more
concerted effort to pay attention to those sorts of things from then on.

The four of us tending to our bathroom activities together was so unlike
any morning before in my life.  I actually had to stand back at one
moment and smile.  All three of my darling visitors washed their faces,
brushed their teeth, hair, and prettied themselves up completely naked
in front of me, none of them the slightest concerned about my seeing
them like that for our first morning together.

They had only come into my possession little more than eight hours
earlier, and already, I was being afforded a completely uninhibited view
of their naked charms.  Oh, how glorious they all looked, especially
Carla's darling little girls, naked as the day they were born.

Tessa knew perfectly well that I liked to look between her legs, either
from in front or from behind.  She had no reluctance whatsoever to keep
her knees apart, whether she was facing me or bent over the edge of the
counter on one of my short stepstools as she faced the mirror.

Lisa was still young enough not to be too aware of my staring between
her thighs, that lovely set of lips peeking out from between her cheeks
if she bent over just right.  Damn, her vulva looked good enough to eat,
even before we had an opportunity to agree upon what her sister and
mommy would be dining on for breakfast after I got started on her.

Breakfast preparation was like a circus, with plates, dishes, pans, and
utensils going in lots of supposedly planned directions.  I had
suspected our meal was going to be conducted pretty much the same way,
until after Tessa and Lisa were sitting on my thighs and their heads
were bowed and eyes closed as they softly whispered a morning prayer.  I
was utterly spellbound by the change in demeanor, two naked little
giggle-boxes and restless ruffians so quickly turned into quiet little
lovely cherubs within five minutes.

The meal was conducted as calmly and daintily as any I could have seen
at a Miss Manners school, my little lap dancers certain to finish
chewing their food before offering any comments or asking whatever
questions were in their heads.

Carla maintained a quiet composure as we ate, her smile and her extended
left hand telling me that she truly didn't mind my thighs having a
little companionship.  It took me quite a while longer to eat that
morning than at any other time before, my fingers only briefly slipping
down under the edge of the table so I could caress and then gently
fondle both of my young guests for a few seconds.  Without a care in the
world I frequently stole little touches of both girls' bodies and didn't
stir either of the girls into a giggle, or force them to reel backward
in sexual turmoil.

After everything was eaten, all my girls satisfied beyond measure, and
feeling so much more at ease than in many days past, it was off to the
bathroom for one last wash before we sat down for a long, revealing talk
about our future and their immediate past.

Carla shared everything with me again, including where she thought she
might have left her purse during a rather embarrassing attempt at
agreeing for additional time in the parking lot without anybody taking
obvious notice.  The restaurant manager was most likely unaware of the
small collection of money and personal items hidden in her purse between
a shared desk and a dirty wall, hopefully still there.

I instantly knew what I was going to do, in stark contrast to anything
that I might have been willing to attempt ever in my life before my
lovely wounded angels fell into my lap or tried to beg for more money.

It took a few minutes to calm Carla down when I told her what I was
planning, her desire to keep me inside the RV so strong, she even
started to cry as I slipped my coat on and tucked my 9mm inside my belt
behind me.  She was convinced I was going to be caught and then taken to
jail, her husband soon to find out where she and his girls were, a
painful journey back to Texas and then lots of beatings quickly to
follow.  It wasn't easy to leave them in my RV, not because I didn't
trust them, but because they were an emotional mess.

I don't know where my strength came from, but I'd made my way into the
restaurant, right up the stairs to the manager's office, looked inside
the open door, and walked straight to the spot where Carla had serviced
the third shift duty manager less than twelve hours before.  Just as she
had described, her purse was tucked deep between the desk and the wall,
all of the contents intact.

I was shocked nobody ever bothered to challenge my authority or
attempted to prevent my journey upstairs, my eyes locked onto my goal
and my feet confidently carrying me directly to my aim.  It was much
more satisfying than just about anything I'd ever done before, my
resolute aplomb and conviction giving me the air of leadership and
authority.

Carla was bawling like a five year old when she saw me walking toward
the RV, a big smile on my face and her purse tugged out of my coat
pocket so she could see I was successful.  I spent the better part of
the next hour comforting her inside my warm vehicle, her arms all the
way around my neck and her sobs tearing at me as if I'd been beating her
or her little girls.

Instead of driving right off the property and headed far away from that
horribly memory, the four of us went to my bedroom and settled in for
another hour of emotional release and lots of hugs.  Fortunately, while
I was gone and to try to distract herself, Carla had put all their
clothes in my wash/dry combination machine, to be scrubbed just long
enough to offer them something slightly more comfortable to wear.  As
they lay naked with me in my bed, I held them as tenderly as I thought
possible, gently hugging and caressing both Carla and Tessa with Lisa
sleeping on top of my chest.

"Carla?"

"Uh huh?"

"The first place we're gonna stop is one of Wally's local super discount
stores so I can get all three of you some proper clothes, not because I
don't want to see your lovely forms, but because the weather outside is
not quite as comfortable during this part of the year.  Once you've
gotten something more appropriate to wear in public, we're gonna head
for the nearest mall so you can buy whatever you need for the next few
weeks and maybe longer."

"NOOOO, TIMMY!"

"Why not?"

"Because I already owe you so much already.  Now that you got my purse,
I can pay you back for all that you've done for us.  I don't ever want
to owe anybody, ever again."

I turned my face toward hers and looked deeply into her eyes.

"Angel, you don't owe me a thing.  And to prove just how much I love
you, after I buy the stuff you and your girls need, I'll even buy you a
car at one of the local used car lots if you want me to so you can do
whatever you want and go where-ever you desire."

"But ... don't you want us to stay with you, Timmy?"

"Well, of course I do!  I just don't want you to think that I expect you
to be my slaves from now on.  You're free to go where you want and do
whatever you feel comfortable with.  I have no hold on you and want you
to have complete autonomy, just as you had before I showed up.  Just
because we've had a wonderful night and morning, it doesn't entitle me
to keep you tied up and servicing me for the rest of your lives.  I
don't ever want you to have to live that kind of life ever again."

"But, Timmy!  I want to stay with you, silly!  You're the only man in
the world who ever took the time to make us feel better before you
wanted pleasure, and you're more concerned with keeping us safe and
happy than even my asshole husband ever did.  Please don't make us
leave, please?"

Then, Tessa piped in, hugging my neck even tighter than before.

"Please let us stay with you, Timmy, please?  We'll be good to you and
do whatever you say just so we can be a happy family like this morning.
It was fun to pretend to be a real family like that.  Promise you'll let
us stay so we can be your little girls and my mommy can be your
girlfriend.  Please?  Pretty please?"

How could I resist such a magnanimous offer like that?  I couldn't!  I
just needed to hear it come from the two more mature angels, in spite of
their being naked on top of my bed and unable to run away from me if I
turned on them and showed a side of my demeanor that they might not have
expected.

When I smiled at both of them and kissed them on the lips, they knew we
were going to be a family a little while longer.  The sound of the
clothes washer/dryer buzzer broke the nice moment, the loud and
irritating metallic drone sending an uncomfortable wire through the
center of my spine.  Strange, but I never remember it sounding like that
before.

By the time we left that truck stop, Carla and her girls quietly but
openly whispered defamatory comments to all the men they'd seen, lots of
horrible memories soon to be replaced with new and happier ones with me.

Just as I'd promised, we headed for the first major national chain
discount store for the first of their supplies, Wally's doing nicely
enough at the time.  The cold air outside made the girls' outfits a
little too hard to miss, so I asked them to sit on my bed and watch TV
while Carla and I went inside to shop.  The only way I was able to
convince Carla to head off toward the inside of the store was for the
young mother to go by herself and get only enough so their presence in
public wouldn't attract any undue attention.  Even then, she insisted I
remain with her girls until Carla returned.

Carla didn't want to accept any money from me, but might after I told
her that I no longer had any money worries of my own.  That's when I
asked her to put all her cash into an envelope, her name carefully
scribbled on the front, and place it behind one of the pillows on the
headboard so she could always collect it if needed.  She looked at me,
dubious as to how she was going to shop for their supplies with no cash.

When I extracted a full $2000 stack of twenties from inside a hidden
secure storage box, she almost fainted.  That's when I pulled out five
hundred dollars worth of bills and folded them, gently pushing them into
her purse.  Carla stared at me in disbelief, rarely if ever having that
much money in her possession, even when she and her former husband were
doing very well.

Wearing my oversized fluffy coat, she cautiously walked away from the
RV, turning around a few times as if to make certain I wasn't going to
disappear with her little girls while she was inside the store, even
though I had slipped my RV keys into one of the pockets of the borrowed
and warm coat.  Of course I had an extra set, but if she noticed what
was in the pocket, she would feel a lot better about shopping alone.
The poor young mother was so unprepared for anyone to do good things for
her that she must have wanted to run through the store to buy whatever
supplies she was able to in just a few minutes.

Right away, she found some new thick fuzzy stretch pants for her and her
girls, a small pack of plain panties that would fit each of them, three
pair of shoes and thick socks that looked a bit more appropriate than
the ones they each had to wear, and then three very generic sweater-tops
that offered enough warmth and protection so they could return in a few
minutes, if I was still outside when she left the store.

The moment she burst through the exit doors and saw my RV still sitting
where it was when she went inside, her eyes welled up to bursting and
she practically jogged back to where we were, crying as she carried her
single large shopping bag.  As I opened the side door, Lisa in my arms
and Tessa hugging my right side, I saw Carla burst out into sobs as she
slowed her pace to a more sedate walk.

Back inside, Carla immediately encircled my neck, holding me far tighter
than she had before.  She was certain all I wanted was to take her
daughters from her, the only thing that meant more to her than her own
life.  It took a while to calm her down and settle her nerves, my
constant reassuring caresses and poor attempts at consolation doing
little to soothe and pacify her damaged image of every man in the world.

It was only after she was calm and relaxed before I told her to reach
into the coat pocket, her eyes almost popping out of her head at the
awareness of what that implied.  The moment she lifted the small ring of
keys out and dangled them in the open air, she burst out into another
long cry, someone she barely knew willing to trust her with what she
thought were the only keys to my vehicle.

There was only one way I was going to ever make her feel comfortable,
and if she'd permit it, I'd gladly take on the responsibilities.  But
not there and not then!  Time and distance needed to be traversed before
we could talk about long-term commitments.

I got the magical opportunity to dress each of them, starting with the
youngest and working my way to their smiling mommy.  I took a few
chances by gently caressing the front of the girls' panties over their
puds, but Carla didn't seem the least disturbed about my wanting to
enjoy the softness of pure and complete innocence.

Dressed in their new clothes, I walked proudly with all three of them
back inside, our trip together much more sedate and looking as if we
were nothing more than any other of the families who were collecting
personal items and goods for their daily requirements.

We brought a full double-sized basket of supplies back with us as we
left the store, Lisa in Carla's arms, Tessa riding on my hip and both of
the adults controlling half the huge basket handle.  Once the wire mesh
metal container was emptied, it was my responsibility to return it to
one of the storage locations halfway toward the entrance.

Both little girls acted as if it had been a holiday morning, packages
scattered around in the middle of my RV when I came back and opened the
side door, smiles plastered all over their faces.  Carla took on a more
sophisticated role and tended to all the mundane and practical needs of
storing the purchased medicinal, personal, and their intimate feminine
supplies in the bathroom and bedroom, venturing into none of my private
storage places during her activities.  That surprised me a little, but
I didn't find it inappropriate.  She'd have complete access to every
nook and cranny once I was sure of her intentions.

Her little girls looked so happy as they explored and examined each of
their new things that I had no desire to become bossy and force them to
clean up just yet.  They could do so while we were headed westward
toward their future and my ultimate destination.

Our next stop was a typical fast food restaurant, one with a children's
playground so both of my moppets could be good and tired by the time we
stopped at a big grocery store.  The food was just as good as I had
hoped and the girls were just as excited as I surmised.  They played
almost frantically in the indoor playground, the cold wind outside
howling and the obvious evidence of bad weather approaching.  I knew
they'd be safe and sound for the next hour and let them make a bunch of
new and quite temporary friends.

Carla was much more refined and cultured at the biggest grocery store we
found, her attitude perfectly practical and ambitions quite restrained.
It actually took a little effort to coax her to buy lots of stuff that
she might not normally get, more due to her reluctance at spending far
more than she was used to than any sense of health requirements or
dietary limitations we might have.  I had to insist on putting a few
things into the grocery cart that Carla had under her control, my having
to tell her quite seriously that I was the one who wanted something
quite delicious, more for its tasty appeal than any fitness obligation.

As tired as the two little ones were as they sat together in the
separate shopping basket under my control, they didn't put up the least
little fuss about us not getting too many sweets or lots of food that
was intentionally placed at their eye level.  The trip to the fast food
place and the hour long romp in the playground was the perfect way to
satisfy their tummies and tucker them completely out.

By the time we rolled out of the store her basket was filled almost to
overflowing with lots of recyclable plastic bags stuffed with all sorts
of good food, the basket I had under my control filled with two tired
little girls and a few things that made them smile broadly.

An hour later, I was pulling out of a truck refueling station at the far
edge of town and headed westbound, all of my girls straightening the
inside of the RV and putting all the groceries and domestic goods away.
For the first time since I'd bought my home on wheels, it actually felt
like a real home, and us like a real family.

We had to take care of Carla's marriage problem next, a trip through Las
Vegas and a visit with an attorney there to help us get through that
unpleasantness.

It was harder on Carla that she thought it might be, the young mother
nervously signing a whole stack of papers in front of a suited man, his
administrative assistant, and one of the local judges.  They took more
pity on her than she realized, her fate as the wife of an abusive
alcoholic policeman not that uncommon.  All too soon, her former husband
was going to be served a stack of 'marriage dissolution' papers, his
face certain to be filled with rage and blood.

It was only after we were out of Las Vegas headed to my obligation that
Carla disappeared to the bedroom and cried herself to sleep.  Her girls
wanted to comfort her, but I asked that they sit on the floor in the
living area, play with their new dollies and toys, and watch some DVD's
that we'd gotten so their mommy could have some quiet time for a bit.

Carla eventually opened the bedroom door as I was pulling off the
interstate about three hours later, a nice well furnished rest stop just
the place for us to stretch our legs and walk around outside.  We
wouldn't be doing too much walking, because the weather outside was
quite a bit less than comfortable for a leisurely stroll, snow flying in
drifts every few minutes.

Dinner that evening was very quiet, Carla and I both reflecting on what
we'd been through over the last few days, the lovely young mother, and
her girls over the last couple of years.  I had a white towel draped
over my left arm once again and was about to assume my 'Gaston' persona,
but reconsidered when I saw a lone tear along Carla's cheek.  Humor
would have been quite out of place at that moment, so I knew to do
everything I could to make them feel comfortable, but not try too hard.

Once dessert had been served and finished, I asked the girls to go to
the potty, give themselves a quick dry bath with some soapy wipes from
the big plastic bucket with the baby on it, and then change into some
warm clothes so they could sit with their mommy and watch some more
movies while I got back on the road.

I kind of expected for Carla to start crying again after I gently issued
some parental instructions to her little babies, but hadn't anticipated
her squeezing my neck so hard, it might hurt.  Having no real need to be
anywhere else right at that particular moment, I whispered for Lisa and
Tessa to tend to their bathroom requirements while I kept their mommy
company.

Carla cried against my neck for almost an hour, both of her girls
cleaned and changed into a matching set of long and thick nightgowns.
They weren't as sexy as being nude, but at the moment, weather
conditions suggested a bit more clothing over tender skin.  When they
came out of the bathroom and bedroom, they saw Carla and me sitting
where they left us.

Tessa had much more maturity than her eight years, whispering to her
little sister that they needed to leave us alone until a little while
later.  Without a single word from me or their mommy, they crawled into
my bed by themselves and made their best attempt at sleep.

Six hours later, a sleepy little five year old came hunting for someone
older than ten, one of her hands rubbing her eyes and a tight grasp of
her new dolly in the other.  Lisa found her mommy and me sleeping on one
of the couches, Carla lying over me, and both of us covered with a thick
blanket.  I'm not sure how it genuinely affected the little tyke, but
when she worked her way onto the couch and snuggled up next to me under
the blanket, I knew she didn't mind all that much.

Knowing Tessa was going to feel left out when she woke up, I gathered up
my five year old sleepy guest, held her to my body, and whispered to
Carla for us to take a potty break and then go to bed.  She must have
been asleep the entire time, her eyes almost closed the whole trip from
the couch to the bathroom, and finally between the sheets in bed.

The rest of that night, I slept as if I had genuinely acquired my own
real family.

Two days later, I was driving my RV through some rather impressive snow,
getting driving directions over the cell phone from the Park Ranger who
was my contact.  Before we left civilization, I made one last stop at a
major city and stocked up on all sorts of food and supplies, even though
I knew we had more stuff waiting for us than was actually necessary.
Being ill-prepared wasn't something that I wanted to be accused of if
something went sour before we arrived, and the fact that I had two
younger guests that I hadn't originally planned for forced me to
consider what they might need during four months of isolation.

The insulated metal building I backed my RV into looked more impressive
than I had anticipated, my host making certain to keep me well stocked
with everything that I might need for over four months.  It looked like
a small lumbermill outside under the covered canopy, enough cordwood
stored for me to heat a good portion of the park using an old iron wood
stove tucked safely within.  The large and fairly new building had a
crushed-rock floor that had been pounded flat and prepared for my
arrival, the pot-belly stove in the center, near but not too close to my
RV so it could be put to use as needed.

The cases of food that I'd asked for were tucked inside a locked metal
shipping container, stored right next to where my RV was eventually
parked, forty feet of everything my tummy and tongue would need.  There
were even ten barrels of specially formulated diesel fuel, specifically
blended to stay liquid in the blistering cold of the winter starting to
build outside, should my RV need any fuel during my stay.  There was
even an oversized portable potty with two metal barrels of sanitary
solvent to keep the system clean and working.  It was the diesel
electric generator and propane-fired water heater that sealed the deal.

Once everything was made ready after parking the RV and leveling it, I
did an accounting of our supplies using a sheet of paper that I'd
printed from the e-mail that my host had provided.  Carla was impressed
with how thoroughly I'd gone through my logistics planning exercises,
even down to the extra boxes of bandages, toothpaste, and cases of
bathroom tissue.  Right after everything was correctly tallied, I used
the two-way radio to make a call to the Park Ranger to let him know I
had arrived and was secured.  I then had him patch me into the phone
system so I could confirm with my long-distance host that all of her
instructions had been followed exactly as planned and I was now safely
parked.

It bothered Carla a lot more than her girls that first night, the idea
that for the next four months, we were going to be almost completely out
of touch with the rest of humanity.  More importantly, she was concerned
that some large wild animal was going to stumble onto our private domain
and eat us all alive.

She wouldn't be satisfied until we ventured out two days later into the
snow, a bright blue sky overhead and the sun beating down hard enough to
actually make our eyes hurt.  That's when I told her that all the
biggest bears were safely tucked into their dens.  She then saw me turn
into my alter ego, a semi-professional photographer with an assignment
to perform.

The girls had never seen or played in the snow, so with a carefully
cordoned off area, I let them despoil a small hollow below our hideout,
a long slope providing just the impetus so they, and yes, we could all
have fun rolling and tumbling down the soft embankment.  That one area
was the only one that I would permit them to run and make snowmen and as
many ice castles as they wanted.  The terms of my assignment
specifically stated that I was to keep the area as pristine as possible.
That included not leaving any trash or going pee outside.

The first couple of weeks were like a vacation to the girls, neither of
them missing any of their friends or needing anything more than their
toys inside the RV or the snow just outside.  Carla was also content to
just sit and ponder what her life would have been like had I not offered
Tessa a couple extra twenties in the darkness at three in the morning
back in that cold and lonely truck stop in Oklahoma.

Once my girls felt comfortable enough to relax and let me do my work, I
began to make an accounting of the local wildlife, using the tracks in
the snow and the sound amplifier in the metal storage box to locate and
then begin photographing everything in sight.  In a week, I had
collected enough images to set up the remote satellite transceiver for
the first time and send everything to my host, snugly warm far to the
southeast.

I was even able to take the girls one at a time with me on short jaunts,
keeping my tracks limited to ones that I'd originally made.  I had no
intention of making it harder to provide my host and generous financial
benefactor with the necessary photographs and data by stumbling around
wildly.

Each of the girls were fascinated beyond words when they saw their first
large animal, a nervous shiver coming from the older two when they saw a
dozen bison around a protected hot spring.  I kept going back to that
same spot for about four weeks, until the weather changed for the worse.

A large cold front blew through that made it all but impossible to see
more than six inches from my face as I tried to leave the protection of
the metal structure one morning.  I was genuinely surprised at how warm
the inside of the metal building stayed during the storm, the thick
insulation ample protection from the tremendous cold of the snow and
howling wind outside.

For three weeks, all four of us took turns playing with and tending to
the woodstove, an impressive collection of wood tucked safely alongside
the building and a smaller amount brought inside so I didn't have to go
out at night.  It was so bad outside during that storm I had absolutely
no intention of getting lost and dying in a blizzard, the temperature
far below what my clothes could protect me from.

Tessa and Lisa took it all in stride, acting as if we were on some wild
adventure, a new life being created and afforded without having to do
anything more than hug me every few minutes or kiss me lovingly when we
were all snuggled in bed.

It was during that snow storm that Carla began hinting about something,
Tessa making a few gentle comments to her mommy about how the eight year
old was getting 'old enough' and turning into a big girl.  I didn't
anticipate what one rather insignificant afternoon was going to hold for
me, all three of my ladies coaxing me into the bedroom after we finished
stoking the wood stove until the inside was a nice yellow and orange
glow.

"Timmy?"

"Yes, Carla?"

"We need to have a little talk, okay?"

"Sure, Honey!"

"Tim.  You've been incredibly generous, loving, and supportive to us
ever since we met you, and I ... we need to talk to you about something
very special."

"You know I'll do anything I possibly can, Carla.  Just name it."

"Remember when you told me that you spent some time overseas and did
some things that aren't usually allowed here in the States?"

My blood instantly ran just as cold as the snow outside and a chill ran
straight down my spine.  Tessa and Lisa had finally shared with their
mommy that I had tried to tenderly fuck them when we were still back in
Oklahoma, my deed now to be examined and held under close scrutiny.

"Uh ... yeah ... ?"

Carla's eyes never met mine, a sure sign she knew she couldn't get away
from me in the deafening wind outside, our solitary confinement assured
for the next three months.  There was no way Carla and her girls could
leave me, nor was there any way I could take them out of there.  The
roads were closed, the park entrances locked, and my ability to see in
the blinding snow keeping us imprisoned inside the large insulated
metal building.

"I remember, Carla.  Why are you bringing that up right now?"

"Timmy?  Tessa reminded me about something that we need to talk about."

I knew it!  Whatever illusion I had of 'having' her girls as she
originally promised was now going to be dashed, her awareness that I
might in fact enjoy the charms of her little girls only now being
reconsidered, after we were locked away from the rest of civilized
society for another twelve weeks.

"Carla, I ... "

"Timmy!  WAIT, please."

"Okay.  I'm sorry."

She hesitated for a moment, most likely because I broke her stride, but
once she recovered her thoughts Carla continued.

"Timmy, you've been incredible gentle with me and my girls, and haven't
done anything to them that was mean or cruel, even when they were lying
naked with you in bed.  I can't tell you how special that has been for
them and me, the tenderness of a loving man so dear that I just can't
tell you how different we all feel."

Whatever she was trying to say was being locked up in emotional jargon,
loads of mental baggage being tossed about like suitcases at an airport
loading ramp.

"You've had lots of opportunities to force them to do something that
they weren't ready for, and yet, even with your fingers tenderly held
against their soft underneath a number of times, you never did anything
more than treat them with love and kindness as you tickled and began to
give them lots of pleasure."

She was beginning to make me feel horribly guilty, the strong memory of
me pressing my cock up against Lisa's plump naked vaginal opening and
filling the entrance of her soft tenderness with gobs of goo, twice,
stirring thoughts of the woman wanting to kill me!

That was the same night when I slipped my cock between Tessa's thighs
from behind, pushing in toward her ass and holding her tight to my body
so I could enjoy the feel of her wet pussy as I pushed into the soft and
pliable saddle of her cunny.

Carla was slowly torturing me, forcing me to come clean about having
pushed her little girls beyond decency, my ambitions with the tiny
babies making my hormones act on my need to fuck something young, warm,
wet, and willing.  Her tactic was perfect, building up her case until I
couldn't handle the mental anguish, forcing me to spill my guts before
she was able to say anything, or worse, her little girls had to admit
what I had done.

"Carla, I ... "

"TIMMY, WAIT!  This isn't very easy for me or my little girl, so please
... let me finish, okay?"

"Okay, Carla.  I'll be patient."

What else could I do or where else could I go?  Even if I didn't want to
listen, I was limited by the confines of the insulated metal building,
the weather outside willing to accept my death sentence should I choose
to act on my guilt and prevent the rest of society from hunting me down.

"Ever since you rescued us from that horrible truck stop, we've been
trying to think of a way to repay you for all your wonderful gifts.
After spending lots of time alone with you out here in the snow, we
think we have something that you'll appreciate."

I was actually beginning to worry, the very real possibility that
instead of Carla being the victim of abuse, she might in fact be a black
widow, concocting that story about her police officer husband so I could
fall straight into her trap.  Since I was all the way out there in the
middle of nowhere, who was going to come to my rescue?  Nobody knew that
I'd brought any visitors or companions with me, so there wouldn't be any
trace or evidence of my passing or their involvement after the dirty
deed was done.

Having shown Carla where I stashed my bundles of cash might have been
the wrong thing to do, her ability to 'off' me while I was asleep and
take my RV some place and sell it to the first entrepreneur she could
find a very real possibility.  She'd be set for the rest of her life,
cash, cash, and more cash for as long as she needed it.

I dreaded falling asleep in a few hours, my throat cut or my hands and
feet bound tightly so Carla and her girls could torture me to death
slowly.  When she began to speak again, I felt a knife slowly pierce my
heart from behind, the sting of sharp metal sending a shot of cold
electricity straight through my heart and ending in my brain.

"Timmy, my little eight year old daughter wants you to share something
very special with her before her ninth birthday, the same thing my daddy
shared with me before mine."

"Huh?"

"Timmy?  Would you answer me honestly if I asked you a direct question?"

"Uhhhhh ... I guess so."

"Would you be willing to turn my little girl into a full fledged woman
tonight?  Tomorrow is her ninth birthday, and she wants to have the same
wonderful memories on her birthday with her favorite man, just like I
had on my ninth."

"PAR-DUUN?"

"Tessa's daddy was far too mean and insensitive to share what my daddy
gave me on my ninth birthday, and she's convinced me that you're the
special man she wants to share her special night and day with.  Please
tell me that you weren't joking when you said you made love to little
girls in Asia.  I need to know that you were telling me the truth when
you said you liked little girls as much as, if not more than big girls
like me."

"Uhhhhhhhh ... "

"I know it's a lot to ask you for, since we've only known you for a few
short weeks, but it would mean so much to Tessa if you'd share one long
and very special night with her, and then show her just how wonderful
her ninth birthday can possibly be.  We have no right to ask such an
intimate favor of you, but you've shown us such unbound affection and
made us feel as if there wasn't a thing you wouldn't do for us, that
we're convinced you'd be willing to do this very special favor for Tessa
and me.  If it would make it that much better for you, I'd be willing to
give Lisa to you as well.  She tells me that she's willing to try her
best to be good and strong so you can have her when you're finished with
Tessa.  I know she won't be nine for four more years, but she's been so
eager to be a big girl and so what her big sister is about to that she's
been begging me to do the same thing.  Would that be okay, Timmy?
Please say you'll accept, please?"

I sat in front of them completely awestruck.  How could the woman
honestly and openly offer her little girls to me like that?  How could
she believe that I thought it a chore that was somehow only worth my
time if I also got to do with her five year old baby girl as I pleased,
once I had enjoyed the charms of her eight year old little girl?  Was I
still awake and alive?  Could I have fallen down in the snow and
succumbed to the numbing cold of the blizzard outside?  Was my mind
playing tricks on me and fooling me into falsely believing I was still
inside my RV after having been half eaten by a pack of wolves?

"Timmy?  Please be with me tonight and tomorrow on my birthday, please?"

Something about Tessa's voice made everything around me seem surreal,
the possibility that I might in fact genuinely be alive to witness such
a magnanimous offer something that filled me with intense pride and lust.

Somehow, my vocal chords began to function on their own, my mind still
in shock from the incredibly generous offer that I'd been given.

"Carla?  Why are you asking me this?  Are you trying to make a fool of
me or get me to commit some horrible crime so I will be indebted to you
forever?"

"NOOOOOOOOOO, Timmy!  We're not trying to trick you, honest!"

"Then, please explain a little about what you're telling me."

"In my family, daddies are provided lots of wonderful gifts if they show
the kind of love and respect that turns his little girl's heart into
jelly almost everyday.  On the little girl's ninth birthday, if not
before, every young angel is freely given to her father for an entire
night and day, so they can build a loving bond that will never be
broken.  My father loved me very much when I was growing up and shared
so much with me that I begged him to take me to his bed on my special
day.  He eagerly accepted my mother's and my request and gave me
wonderful memories of my first night as a woman.  From that night on,
and many days as well until I was married, my daddy taught me everything
he knew about sex.  It was his responsibility to make sure I knew how to
please my husband when it came my turn to please my man, and I anxiously
awaited my time with my daddy from when I was Lisa's age.  My four older
sisters kept my daddy so busy before I turned nine that I had little
chance to be with him before my special night and day, so anything that
I needed to know was shared by my mother and my older sisters in my own
bed until I was ready."

For her to share that much was unbelievable, but Carla wasn't finished.

"After my daddy made me a woman, he kept me with him for many weeks
until I was able to prove that I understood what was expected of me when
my time came.  Tessa's daddy was able to touch and hold his little
girls, but didn't like the idea of having sex with them because of his
family's beliefs and what that might do to his career.  The only time he
ever wanted to be sexual with either of them was when he was drunk, that
last time taking something away from Tessa that she wanted so
desperately to save for her man on her special night.  He'd also gotten
so abusive and mean that she was never going to be able to have what 'I'
did, so we had to leave before it was too late, so we could find the
right kind of man to give my almost nine year old what she deserved.
We've been incredibly fortunate to have found you like we did, although,
we hadn't planned on stumbling across someone like we did.  You see, my
next older sister's husband was expecting us to make the trip to their
home in California so he could give my little girl her special night and
day when she was going to celebrate her birthday."

What an incredibly unique and loving family.  I envied them more than I
could have imagined, but I also knew there had to be a tremendous burden
to go along with so much sexual freedom with little girls.  I had no
idea just how much.

"We lost everything we owned in a car fire near that truck stop where
you found us, then had to try to figure out a way to get away from my
husband, and also make it across the country so Tessa could have her
special time with her loving uncle.  They've been very close ever since
she was Lisa's age, but because of my ex-husband's attitude about incest
and pedophilia, he prevented them from ever sharing any special time
together.  What he didn't know was the few times that I snuck her out so
they could touch and play with each other for a few hours when her uncle
snuck into town.  The fact that Tessa's father couldn't do the deed
prevented my little girl from ever experiencing her special time, and I
just couldn't let that happen.  It wouldn't be fair to her or her future
husband."

Talk about truly libertine attitudes about sexual knowledge.  I secretly
wished I could have been in their family for many years.  I could only
imagine what the men in her family got to do on a daily and nightly
basis, and was hard as a rock at the thought of teaching little girls
all about sex from the time they were in kindergarden.

"So, here we are.  I hadn't expected to force you to share this special
time with Tessa, but since you've been so incredibly loving to me and my
daughters, I'd hoped we could count on you to make this a very special
time for her.  It also looked like you might be willing to be gentle
with her when the time came, so it was very easy for her to convince me
that you were the right man.  Please tell me that you'll be willing to
share tonight with her?"

When the eight year old began to undo the tie along her waist and then
pull her warm fuzzy pants down, I knew that I was truly alive to
appreciate what I was about to partake of.

Carla and Lisa sat on the edge of the bed and watched as Tessa drew her
pants off her feet and then lifted her sweater off, her panties slipping
down off her chubby thighs just before her feet were slipped between the
sheets of my bed.  That's when Tessa reached out to me and urged me to
join her, looking deep into my eyes and silently begging me to get
undressed.  Both Carla and Lisa took note of everything that I did,
observing my hands and fingers as my sweater came off, my comfortable
shirt removed, my jeans undone and slipped down my legs, and then my
socks and underwear drawn silently off my feet.

As unbelievable as it seemed, I was standing naked in front of a young
mother and her two little girls, one smiling and excitedly anticipating
my lying next to her, and the other tender angel amazed and intrigued
by the rigid pole that stuck out from between my legs.

I watched my hands tug the sheet and warm blanket back, exposing a naked
eight year old smiling back at me and inviting me to share a long,
loving, and tender night.  As soon as my feet were all the way inside my
bed and I was about to cover us both up, Carla softly spoke to me.

"Timmy?  I know it's gonna sound really embarrassing for me to ask you
this, but, I need to ask you to be with Tessa on top of the sheets or at
least uncovered the first time.  Once you two are 'together', you can
share the rest of your first night alone, if you want.  If you're
willing to, Lisa and I would like to be with you, possibly watch you
share each other, and if you're especially generous, allow us to be with
you as well."

How wonderfully exciting it felt to have an audience as I was about to
have sex with an eight year old little girl, her mother and younger
sister about to watch me plunge my cock as far into the chubby little
angel as time and space would allow.  I'd had audiences before when I
was in Asia, but most of the time the other eyes watching what I was
doing to some naked angel usually belonged to the other little girls I
was going to fuck and play with immediately after.

Since I still had a semblence of intelligence in my head and wanted to
make my next young lover happy I turned to her and softly asked her a
question that must have scared her, even just a little.

"Tessa?  What would you like, Sugar?"

"You'd let me decide, Timmy?"

"Mmm HMMM!  You can be the one to dictate whether your mommy and little
baby sister get to watch and then be with us all night and then even
tomorrow if you want."

"REALLY?  'I' GET TO DECIDE?"

"You do, Precious.  This is your special night and day, and I want to
make it just as special for you as it was for your mommy."

"SEEEEEE, Mommy!  I knew Timmy was the right man for me!"

"I know, Angel.  I was hoping he was from the moment he was touching
your kitty inside your shorts that first night."

Carla knew!

"Timmy?  Would you mind if my mommy and Lisa could be naked with us
too?"

"Not at all, Angel.  I'll do whatever you want."

"OHHHHH, Timmm-meeee!"

The chubby naked eight year old lifted herself off the bed and hugged
the stuffing out of me, her arms tightly clutching my neck and the
warmth of her bare titties pressed against my chest.  It didn't take us
more than a few seconds before we tugged the sheet and blanket down far
enough to expose our bodies down to the middle of our thighs.  Carla and
Lisa were going to see me slip my dick up inside Tessa's tight vagina
and hold it tightly inside just long enough so all four of us could
spend the next few days and nights in bed.

To make Tessa's first night more special, I shifted myself down her body
until my face was right in front of her naked cunny, that tight, plump
cleft smiling back at me.  For the next half hour, I gently kissed,
licked, and tongued her fat pussy until she had her first lingual orgasm
with me in front of her mommy and little sister, all the preparatory
cums a nice prelude to this special night.

While I was getting Tessa ready, Carla and Lisa kept watching as they
undressed, careful to keep note of each and every gentle caress and lick
I offered my young partner.  It was almost as if my activities were
being scrutinized for some form of rating system, any error immediately
pointed out and adequate penalties assessed.

Tessa had about four straight lingual orgasms before she began to tug on
my ears, that wonderful pain on my ears telling me that she was ready.
The little eight year old even tugged on my head to get me to assume a
more appropriate posture so we could join, our bodies eventually in the
right position so her hairless cunny was directly in front of my
dripping meat.

Carla and Lisa eventually got so involved at the exact moment of our
joining that they rose from their side of the bed and leaned over
Tessa's hips, wanting to be absolutely certain they saw the moment of
insertion.

I lifted Tessa's right knee and held her leg up in the air as I pulled
her chubby body toward mine, the now open view of my dick pressing
against the eight year old's vagina clearly evident for her mother and
little sister to watch without impediment.

As I leaned forward slightly, she pressed into me, my dick following an
instinctive path right into her tender, tight cunt.  That's when it was
confirmed that Tessa was no longer a virgin, her drunken father stealing
that from her ... and from me.  I expected the last vestiges of her
hymen to block my way to her womb and hadn't figured on being able to
push the full length of my dick into such a young American girl.

Oh sure, I'd last fucked little girls in Thailand as young as twelve,
but they'd been worked into prostitution from their childhood as young
as four or five.  Most little Thai girls away from the big cities had
been introduced to sex by their father, older brother, or uncle by the
time most American girls learned to ride a tricycle and could speak.
Having sex with an American girl Tessa's age was quite uncommon, and I
was genuinely afraid I might hurt her.

As the full length of my dick was being hugged by the hot and silky
smooth confines of her tight pussy, I gently caressed her nipples until
they grew firm and erect, her heartbeat increasing in rate and intensity
as our genital contact continued.  I never moved any further into or
withdrew my cock out of her warm sheath, preferring to just let our
sexes remain fixed in place.  She didn't seem to want anything more than
what I was giving, her ragged breathing constant and her passions
alight.

Once I was all the way inside Tessa, Carla beamed with pride and lie
back slightly, holding her naked five year old and letting Lisa watch as
closely as she was comfortable.  Poor Tessa enjoyed the new sensation so
much that I didn't need to do anything more than urge forward ever so
slightly, give her a little hip twitch, and then tug back again before
she had her first vaginal orgasm in five minutes.

I felt quite proud myself, since Tessa gently bucked to an almost
endless series of gentle orgasms for the next hour, my fingers working
her growing titties and nipples, and my lips and tongue playing with her
mouth, wrestling with her pink pickle as she tried to breathe and fuck
at the same time.

I wanted to keep Tessa in that same loving position all night, my
ability to keep her going lasting only until she finally passed out
three hours into our lovemaking.  I desperately needed to cum, but
wanted Tessa to be awake when I filled her up.  Lisa then offered
something so I was able to maintain my original desire for Tessa, but
also so I could obtain some much needed relief.

"Timmy?  Did Tessa fall asleep?"

"Yes she did, Lisa.  Why Angel?"

"Will you play with me for a little while ... until she wakes back
up?"

"I don't know if I'm able to, Sweetheart.  You'll need to ask your mommy
if I'm allowed to do that.  From what your mommy said before, tonight is
supposed to be Tessa's special night and I'm not sure if I'm supposed to
be with anyone else until my little lover is happy."

"You're able to have as many lovers tonight as you want to, Timmy,
especially if Tessa isn't awake or conscious to enjoy the wonderful
sensation of joining with you until her birthday is over.  As long as
you keep Tessa happy and teach her everything you know, you're able to
take as many breaks as you want and be with whomever you desire.  That
includes Lisa and me, if that's what you wish for."

"Timmy?  Does that mean that you and me can play for a little tiny bit?"

"It sure does, Precious.  And when you're feeling a little bit better,
I'll take care of your mommy, too."

"Will you tickle my peepee, Timmy?"

"If that's what you want, Sugar.  Sure!"

I could feel Carla pushing her hips forward, my dick slowly slipping out
of the eight year olds tight vagina and then immediately being coaxed to
slip right into her mommy's soft and wet pussy after I turned slightly.
As soon as I was all the way inside Carla, Lisa was lifted carefully and
allowed to lie down right in front of Tessa, the five year old's naked
cunny positioned so I could lean forward slightly and begin to gently
kiss, lick, and then tongue her darling plump little jewel.

It didn't take long for me to bring Lisa to orgasm, and then follow
along inside her mommy.  Carla had little difficulty in sharing our cum,
her right hand working diligently across the tender landscape of the
young mother's aching nubbin.

Just as Carla had mentioned, as soon as Tessa had recovered enough, Lisa
was quietly asked to relinquish my talented tongue, and my cock was
removed from the little girls' mommy so it could be smoothly directed as
far inside my eight year old lover as it could go.  This time, I
genuinely fucked that chubby little angel, keeping her peaking and
cumming until I couldn't hold out any longer and filled her with enough
goo to get her pregnant twenty times over.  Tessa kept looking at me
with a bewildered expression until she fainted once again, her inability
to tolerate the wonderful sensations causing her body to react with the
only protection it knew to provide.

As soon as Tessa was lying on her back and her knees propped up so the
blood would return to her head, Lisa wiggled out of her mom's grasp and
coaxed me to lie down on my back.  As soon as the sheets were pressed
across my body from my neck to my ass my youngest lover settled down
onto my tummy, wanting to give me a good try.

When I looked over to Carla for confirmation that what Lisa was doing
might be permitted, she smiled and nodded, giving me just enough
encouragement to let her five year old rest comfortably right over my
inflamed woody.  I was amazed at how tolerant Lisa was as the end of my
cock began to press against her tight vaginal orifice, the preschooler
looking down between her legs as she nestled snugly against my dick.

I'd been inside the tender opening of her vagina once before during the
first night we lie naked together, but only as far as the flair of my
glans.  With Tessa still unconscious and with their mother looking on,
my youngest little adventurer was determined to see me disappear inside
her tight opening as far as I had her older sister, her dogmatic
conviction slowly granting her what she was hoping for as each second
slowly ticked by.  The poor thing kept her eyes bugged out and her mouth
wide open as the firmness of my penis split her tender lips apart, the
extent of her flexibility far beyond what I could have imagined.

Both Carla and I lie in bed next to each other spellbound as Lisa kept
working me further inside her tight vagina, until finally, we both heard
and then saw evidence of the little girl's maidenhead torn asunder.
With an amazed expression on her face, Lisa eventually saw that I was
able to travel as far inside her darling little five year old body as I
could fit.  It took quite a while, but she wouldn't give up until every
measure of my cock had filled her tiny body up.

Wanting to offer my newest little lover as much pleasure as I could, my
index and middle fingers were joined by my thumb along the tender bump
that was trying to understand the wild tingling sensations filling her
insides, her nubbin gently wrestled into a raging fury in little more
than thirty seconds.

Lisa tolerated much more than her older sister could, the preschooler
whimpering and moaning as she watched and felt me play with her tender
tickle bump, and then begin to use her as my personal sex toy.  As hard
as it was to believe, I watched as the little minx began to slowly
bounce up and down on my dick until I felt that wonderful tingling deep
inside my balls, my need to give my youngest ever lover just as much
pleasure the moment I had mine.  Lisa actually began to cry as she
increased the amount of movement we shared, the end of my cock almost
teasing open her tight cervix, my cock going as far inside her tight
body as I could fit, but still outside the natural limitations of her
vagina.  Had her cervix been straight in rather than turned ninety
degrees toward her spine I most likely would have plunged all the way
into the darkest extents of her womb.

Even though it must have hurt the five year old tremendously, she kept
pushing down, as if she needed to feel every square inch of my penis
stuffed as far into her body as was physically possible.  Tears were
streaming down her cheeks and her face twisted in agony as she kept
trying to force more of my manhood into her preschool body, but she had
something to prove to herself and her mommy.  As strange as it seemed I
was the unfortunate clod who had to tear up this little girl's insides
so she could feel worthwhile and complete.  I felt truly guilty for
maintaining our sexual contact, but Carla kept reassuring me with
comforting words that our immoral deed is what Lisa and her mommy really
wanted.

In spite of the intense discomfort, Lisa seemed to transcend her
physical body and assume an air of nobility and peace, the snug grip of
her tiny insides repeatedly invaded by a large and aching example of
male genitalia.  The instant I withdrew slightly and felt a small
portion of her tight muscular grip let my glans free, we both felt a lot
better, me more than my young lover.  I knew it was impossible for me to
have entered her tightly constricted orifice, but by the grip she had
around my glans and the additional depth of her last lunge I might have
traveled where medical science said I couldn't.  I didn't need to prove
anything to anyone and just accepted that Lisa and I were fucking.

The elimination of the most searing pain within her petite body was all
the evidence that Lisa needed, her peaking high pitched wail preceding
her most intense orgasm ever.  That wasn't saying very much, since she'd
only been able to enjoy them since I'd been wandering around inside her
panties or between her short, chubby thighs.  Poor little thing!  It was
only after I filled every possible crease and crevice of her tight folds
that I stopped thrusting up into her pussy.

Once we were satisfied our task was complete, she lie down on my chest
and snuggled into my body as if I was her very own teddybear.  After she
fell asleep, I tugged my aching cock out of her tight and now violated
pussy, let her remain on top of me, and then shifted slightly to my
right.  Tessa smiled at me and was anxious for some more slightly
decreased gyrations so she could be afforded every possible minute of
pleasure.

Holding Lisa against my left side, I brought Tessa tight to my right,
tugging her hips over mine so I could slip the end of my cock back
inside her smooth and much more pliable pussy.  For the next four hours,
Tessa and I kissed, fucked, chatted, and touched each other as Carla lie
behind or beside her first little girl.  The young mother celebrated in
the wonderful night her eight year old daughter was enjoying, her newly
nine year old little girl officially bid 'happy birthday' when my watch
beeped at midnight.

The first thing Tessa wanted to do was to coax me over her body, Lisa
relegated to a nice hug with her mommy so I could turn Tessa on her
back.  As soon as my nine year old lover was lying face up, I lifted her
thighs, hung her calves over my shoulders and then tugged her bummy
against my hips, slipping sweetly as far inside her tight pussy as I
could go.

For the next two hours, I ravaged that poor nine year old, fucking her
in a rhythmic series of strong thrusts, then lean over her so I could
kiss her lips, lick her titties and nipples, then roll her nubbin around
with a free set of fingers until she practically screamed, repeating the
whole series all over again twice.

Tessa stared up into my face with a combination of ecstasy and terror,
her body never enjoying such continuous pleasurable stimulation for
quite that long.  In fact, she'd never enjoyed anything that enjoyable,
ever, and I saw to that.

Just after two in the morning, I saw her eyes getting heavy, so it was
time to give her just a little break.  With the same tenderness I had
shown her from the first day, I took her to the potty, helped her go
pee, cleaned her up and even brought back the bucket of baby wipes so I
could keep my other lovers smelling and tasting sweet.

At two fifteen, I lay Tessa down on top of my hips, slipped my dick as
far inside her tight pussy as I could go, and heard my nine year old
lover let out a deep sigh.  It was incumbent upon me to grant my little
angel as much comfort as possible, so the only thing we did until nine
that same morning was to stay connected, only moving very slightly every
few minutes so our bond was complete and constant.

Lisa wasn't particularly pleased with my need to stay locked inside her
older sister, but she'd be okay once she knew that I'd be willing to
fuck her as much as her mommy would let me after the day was done.

By eleven fifty nine that night, Tessa practically glowed with rapt
excitement, our night and day together nothing short of a constant
fuck-fest.  To prove how mature she now was, she even let her baby
sister have the last minute of her day with me, Lisa beaming with joy as
I held her around the waist and slowly slipped deep inside her snug five
year old vagina.

Carla couldn't have been prouder of either of her little girls, their
new lover and daddy giving them what their mother had shared with her
daddy, so very many years before.  The young mother knew that I loved
her and her little girls, my willingness to share and be shared meaning
more to them than any bucket full of gold or diamonds.

I hated not being outside to provide my financial benefactor with every
possible digital image I could capture, but even she relayed a short
message through the Park Ranger that I needed to stay safely out of the
blistering weather.  Having to spend lots of days and nights in my RV
with Carla and her little girls wasn't nearly the uncomfortable delay
I'd imagined before I found them.  I knew there were going to be long
days and nights when I'd have to trundle through the snow to fulfill my
obligations, but this wonderful diversion was the perfect way to tick
away the hours.

What I hadn't counted on was smiling so much and so often as the four of
us wrestled, ate, played, and talked for hours at a time.  Whatever
misfortune either of us might have had to endure prior to crossing paths
in a dark Oklahoma truck stop was quickly forgotten.  We now had a new
life to live together, plenty of kisses, hugs, and even whole days and
nights in bed, all three of them giggling with anticipation when I came
walking into the bedroom naked and smiling.

Each of my girls, including Lisa, were afforded an all-out attack by the
rest of us a number of times, me as far inside a snug and slick vagina,
and two other sets of hands and fingers deftly rubbing or softly
tickling along tender and sensitive spots.  Tessa was the one who seemed
the most excited and least prepared for our joint attacks, her loud
whimpers and low moans filling the RV and the metal building with
passionate cries of love as her body was being stimulated to all new
heights.

Lisa even began to practice going down on her older sister when I was
busy with their mommy, the five year old learning how to give her now
nine year old sibling a genuinely pleasurable clitoral orgasm.  The
first time they lie naked in bed locked together in a sexy '69', Carla
and I fucked wildly beside them, watching and enjoying their exploits
just as much as they did.

Lisa was such a provocative little minx that she openly suggested that
Tessa give their mommy a loving tongue-tickle while I fucked the five
year old for over an hour.  Carla was practically crying as her first
born wrestled with the young mother's hypersensitive clitty to the point
of making the woman faint.  To hear a five year old and her mommy both
in the middle of a sweet cum, whimpering and squealing as their orgasms
hit, filled me and my nine year old lover with unbound joy.

Many an early evening and long night was spent sharing unrestricted sex
with any of the girls that I chose, the remainder of our team lying next
to me and my lover, and having a nice time of their own.  I never had to
ask for sex, and often, had to refrain from taking advantage of anything
offered when I felt especially tired.  Of course, that wasn't very
often, but it did happen at least once.  Well, maybe twice.

The girls were permitted to have as much normal little girl fun by
themselves as they wanted, playing with their dolls, toys, and coloring
books until the urge forced one of them to coax the other to the
bedroom.  More often than not, it was Lisa who gently tugged on Tessa's
hand so they could get undressed and climb up onto the bed.

Carla was perfectly content to operate the 'household' and manage the
domestic duties until I came in from the cold, my cameras full of images
and my heart full of desire.  The woman was so tolerant of everything
that I asked for, that I truly began to wonder if she was genuinely
happy being all by herself with me so far from her former friends and
the rest of society.

My confidence was restored when she asked the girls to treat her just
like a little nine year old like Tessa, their mother's voice just as
soft and in a high falsetto.  That's when Lisa pulled off her thick
nightgown and climbed into my lap, whispering into my ear that I should
play some naughty games with their new 'friend'.  Tessa followed along
and undressed as well, both of them making lewd suggestions about what
Crissy, Carla's new immature persona, was supposed to do or allow.

It was so erotic to undress Crissy as if she was completely incapable of
a single act, her eyes watching me undo her fuzzy pants and then tug
them down her full thighs, her top and then her panties carefully
removed as well.  Lisa was the one who suggested Crissy squat down on
the carpeted floor of my livingroom and point her ass toward me so I
could scoot forward and tickle her bummy and then her trickle with my
dick, both little girls using as many fingers as possible to fondle and
then guide my cock toward a warm wet place.

I fucked Crissy doggy-style as Lisa and Tessa took turns lying under us
between our knees, small lips and tongues teasing at the sweet union of
our genitalia as I rhythmically stabbed at their mommy's vagina.  I
don't know how many orgasms Crissy had that afternoon, but she was a
total wreck by the time an hour had gone by.  As hard as it was for me
to slow down repeatedly so I could maintain my value to the women in
front of me, I kept my silent promise to her and allowed her to share as
many sweet cums as her daughters were willing to provide.

When Crissy was coaxed to lean forward and begin licking Tessa's pussy
while Lisa was lovingly attacking her mommy's clitty underneath us, I
almost lost control and unloaded.  It looked so incredibly sexy and felt
so absolutely immoral for my lovely little girls to be so willing to
share everything with us.

With one hand under Crissy playing with her small 'A'-cup titties, my
other hand on the chubby fullness of Lisa's pussy, Lisa rolling her
tongue around on her mommy's clitty and playing with my balls, I
couldn't take anymore and felt my body spew gobs of goo into Crissy.  It
actually took a minute or two before I could see clearly, my mind numb
from having so much blood directed to my smaller head.

After the majority of the pleasurable sensations diminished, I wasn't
surprised, but was amazed when Crissy gently pushed me away from her
butt and Lisa from her nubbin, then spun her first little girl around so
they could enjoy what Lisa and Tessa had been having fun doing by
themselves.

Lisa was a little disappointed by her mommy's bold move, but then
reconsidered who was available for some more fun now that we were
relegated to the role as audience.  With a broad smile all over her face
and a devilish look in her eyes, Lisa climbed up onto my lap and
redirected my slightly deflated dick between her plump vulvar lips.  I
didn't think I had it in me, but soon enough, I had it in Lisa.

While Crissy and Tessa lovingly wrestled in a tight '69', I held Lisa on
top of my thighs and slowly fucked her for the next half hour before she
finally convinced me to let go.  With that invitation, I held the five
year old around the hips and jacked her onto me as if she were little
more than a living fuck-doll, her whimpers and moans getting Carla's and
Tessa's attention for only a few seconds.

It felt so good to have sex with tiny Lisa that I was able to convince
my body to permit yet more abuse, holding a tired but satisfied little
preschooler on my lap and slowly fuck her with long, deep strokes.
Tessa might never know just how talented her baby sister truly was, the
younger of the two able to withstand every hour of intercourse I was
able to provide, and keep that same hungry look on her face without
falling faint.

That night after we shared a long tub bath, we lie in a mangled heap in
bed, our bodies tangled together but none of them encouraging me for any
more tender lovemaking.  They even silently whispered to each other that
in order to be fair to me, they wouldn't do anything with each other
until I had recovered and initiated our loveplay.

The next morning, nobody would have been able to discern anything
unusual about our daily activities, none of my girls acting
provocatively or looking at me in a suggestive manner.  We rose, got
cleaned up in the bathroom and fed ourselves and each other as if we
were the epitome of the perfect religious family, with cameras all
around to record each of our moves and actions.  That whole morning was
likened to a repeal of any sexual interest, even after I left to go
capture more wildlife photographs.

Carla busied herself with domestic activities, tending to our clothes,
food, and supplies while the girls kept the old iron wood stove
adequately stocked and then played inside the RV and immediately around
it within the protective walls of the insulated metal building.  By
noon, we all settled in for a hearty lunch, with steaming bowls of soup,
thick meat-filled sandwiches, and as many different types of chips or
crackers as we chose.  I couldn't have asked for better companions
during my assignment, all of them smiling and bubbly the whole time we
ate and visited afterward.

At the end of the day, I set up the portable bar-be-que grill and
retrieved some meat that I'd been saving for a special occasion,
carefully stored in an insulated dry ice bucket and now defrosted
without the girls knowing about my plans.  We had hamburgers and hotdogs
on surprisingly fresh buns, all cooked with eager anticipation.  The
girls were excited beyond measure when they got to roast marshmellows
for our dessert when the meal was done.

I'm not sure how many lumps of slightly charred sugar Carla and I were
served, but we didn't have the heart to stop the girls until our tummies
were aching.  After everything was cleaned up and put away, we sat
around the wood stove and bar-be-que grill, talking and hugging
tenderly.

It was a moment that meant more to my girls than anything I could have
bought them at a jewelry store.  They had shared a number of these types
of outings with their biological father, just not enough.  Sure, there
were a few Independence Day celebrations with lots of fireworks,
softdrinks, and food goodies to enjoy, but all too often, the end of the
party was turned into painful cries when their alcohol polluted father
began to get wild and made a fool of himself in front of his companions
and their friends.

They'd never have to worry about me getting drunk, my desire for
mind-numbing ecstasy strictly limited to the tender extents of my Carla
and her little girls.  Sex had much more of an appeal for me that any
chemical or artificial stimulant or depressant, and all my girls seemed
to know that.

That was plainly obvious when the normally relaxed and calm setting was
slowly modified into a rousing rendition of hugs and kisses, Carla and I
leaning against the side of my RV and her girls on our laps.  Up to that
point, the day was devoid of anything sexual.  However, once Lisa
started to kiss me and coax me to slip my hand inside her clothes, we
were anything but sedate.

Carla knew what her baby girl was up to and repositioned herself and
Tessa on the blanket so they were facing me, Carla's legs lying over
mine as Lisa sat facing me.  It was a moment that I'll remember for the
rest of my life, both Carla and Tessa undressing Lisa as I tenderly
munched on the five year olds mouth, and then Tessa reaching inside my
comfy sweatpants to extract a hardened tool.  To see two pairs of hands
sharing in my gentle affections for such a little girl made my tenderly
fucking Lisa so satisfying, I actually wanted to cry.

In less than fifteen minutes, we were magically transformed into a mass
of sex-crazed bodies, all four of us joined in a complex union of lips,
tongues, fingers, hands, and aching genitalia.  I'm still not sure how it
happened, but before I was aware of what had occurred, we were lying
naked in bed, Tessa on my face with my tongue tickling her nubbin, Lisa
on her mommy's shoulders, the woman's mouth encircling the baby girl's
pussy, and my cock as far inside their mommy as I could go.  That night
was in stark contrast to the way the day played out, as if I'd gotten a
hold of altogether different women.

On a rather inconspicuous and dreary day late in March while I was about
two miles from my temporary home, I heard the sound of a two-cycle
engine slowly approaching from far in the distance, my new Park Ranger
contact making her way toward the insulated metal building that had been
my refuge from the rest of society for the last few months.  Trying to
keep to the trails that I had established, it took me longer to get back
than for the Ranger to arrive.

Nobody was more surprised than she was when she heard a spine-tingling
scream the moment she opened the thick metal-clad door to the building.
On the other side of the door were two nightgown-glad little girls,
running away from the old wood burning iron stove and to the protective
arms of their frightened mother, the sturdy door of my RV slammed shut.

It took the lady Park Ranger a few moments to collect herself enough to
put her hand back onto the door handle and try once again, this time,
gently knocking before swinging the portal open wide enough to see
inside.  By that time, I had walked beyond the thick stand of trees and
saw the dark green outer coat and typical wide-brimmed hat that
convinced me not to use my firearm in a protective gesture.

Carla and the girls were a quivering mass of terrified bodies when I
made my way inside the building far enough to call their names.  I knew
better than to try to open the RV door without letting them know it was
me, lest I get a faceful of steak-knife or maybe even a cast iron pot.
All four of the ladies finally settled down enough to offer a little
smile after I found myself on the receiving end of three very frightened
embraces.

Once all the introductions were made and the girls settled back down, I
made a typical neighborly gesture to invite our guest to dinner, Officer
Elena Gutierrez accepting.  It was so easy for her to fit into our
activities once Lisa felt comfortable enough to start asking questions
about a lady Park Ranger.  They hit it off right away, Lisa sharing
every tidbit of data she had learned about the bison, wolves, and even
the sleeping bears.

By the end of Elena's visit, the girls were comfortable enough to give
her a hug and tell her that she could come back anytime she wanted.  The
only thing on my mind at the time was to offer a suggestion to time her
visit around a previously scheduled announcement.  I had no desire to be
in the middle of having sex with Carla, or especially Tessa or Lisa when
the government official showed up to see us humping wildly or tonguing
each other passionately.  Visiting was fine - discoveries were not!

Elena came by to visit two more times before I had to prepare my RV for
another long trip across country, both of her brief jaunts properly
timed to coincide with everyone wearing the right amount of clothing and
no prior activity inside little girls' panties to make them aromatic
enough to notice.  Each of her short trips offered little in the way of
evidence of how the girls and I conducted our normal daily lives,
everyone content to refrain from lurid glances, insinuations, or gentle
fondles.  I touched and fondled my girls a lot, but knew to keep my
antics masked when the sun was up and Elena might happen by.

It was when my assignment was completed successfully and my new family
and I were driving toward Pennsylvania that Carla decided to make a
tentative call to a former neighbor, hoping to learn of any news related
to her disappearance or her husband's activities.

Carla's neighbor, Sherry Salazar, suspected that Carla had taken the
girls and fled, her ex-husband wasting little time after his wife left
before he began to 'tomcat' around, bringing home various wild young
women who seemed less like prospective wives, and more like weekend
playtoys.  There was even a noisy party held at Carla's old house
involving lots of naked women, dozens of beer kegs, two fights in the
front yard, and at least one call to the police because of the noise.

Sherry repeatedly thanked Carla for taking the time to call, because of
a strong fear that since no evidence of hers or the girls' disappearance
was ever revealed, Sherry thought that Carla's ex-husband might have
'gotten rid of' them so he could have a more rewarding lifestyle.  It
seemed comforting, and yet heartbreaking at the same time.

When Carla found out from Sherry that her ex-husband had been involved
in a raging gun battle, his activities with some less-than-respectable
'businessmen' putting him on the wrong side of a drug-deal-turned-bust
firing line, the mother of two burst into tears.  I later found out that
she didn't cry out of desperate longing for her abusive and alcoholic
husband, but because the girls had lost their biological father.

After their phone call ended, Carla asked me to stop the RV at the next
convenient exit so she could share all the news.  The whole time she was
revealing what she'd learned, her girls cried and hugged their mommy,
distraught at the horrible things their daddy had done after they were
gone.  When she quietly told them that their daddy had been shot and had
gone to see his grampa and grandma, they knew they were glad I'd found
them in that horrible truck stop.

The rest of the drive eastward through the mountains of Colorado was
somber and quiet, none of my companions saying anything more than the
most basic of words required to conduct a cordial conversation.  I knew
to grant them as much space and time as I could, playing some soft music
in the satellite radio music system of the custom pilot's seat headrest
and keeping my thoughts to myself.  There was no reason for me to add
anything to their painful day, so I kept my eyes to the road, my mind on
how to make the girls feel better, and my hands on the highly polished
steering wheel.

At the end of that day, I stopped in a nice family RV park and set up my
satellite dish so the girls could watch some TV while Carla and I did
some research related to what may have actually happened to her
ex-husband.  It didn't take long to obtain a series of newspaper reports
posted on an online media archive about the event, lots of pictures
provided and tremendous detail afforded.

Carla's ex-husband had been suspected of being involved with a notorious
drug dealer, his frequent visits to that scumbags home timed well after
normal business hours.  None of the details of the police report were
made available, so Carla had no way of knowing if he'd gone dirty, or
was working on an undercover operation.

It was one of his former partners who was suspected of shooting him
dead, Carla receiving a large settlement from that large South Texas
city for the tragic loss of her loving and dedicated 'husband'.  Since
they couldn't prove whether he was directly involved in the sale of
illegal narcotics, or was just in the wrong place when all the bullets
went flying everywhere, they had to afford the man and his widow all the
respect a loyal and decent cop was due.

It took us out of our way, but I didn't mind.  All of my girls needed to
bring closure to their pain, and all I had to do was drive south on
IH-35 until we found a nice place to park.  We went to the cemetery out
of respect, but the girls and their mother weren't all that heartbroken.
They were saddened, because after all, my girls were indeed a product of
the glorious union between that man and my new wife.  Were it not for
him, I would never have found them, in more ways that one.

A few days after we visited the cemetery, I helped Carla go through her
former home for anything that might prove worth keeping.  A few dozen
pictures of the girls, their birth certificates, all their medical and
dental records, and Tessa's school records were the only things that
seemed appropriate to retrieve.  Thankfully, the girls weren't there to
see their bedroom, all their dolls and stuffed animals chopped up or
shredded by someone with an axe to grind.

It made me shudder to think of what may have happened to my lovely
little playmates had they been around when their daddy had gotten drunk
enough to have sex with a woman during her menstrual cycle, the evidence
of that woman's blood all over each of their beds.

Carla cried when she thought of her ex-husband having unconscionable sex
right there in her baby girls' beds, any dolls, stuffed animals, and
whatever clothes that remained covered in blood and semen.  It actually
looked like he intentionally used the arms, legs and innards of one of
Tessa's teddybears to wipe up his sex partner's emissions when they were
through, a smelly, dirty mass of dried liquids fouling everything in
sight.  It would have sent the nine year old to the trauma ward of the
nearest hospital if she'd known, poor dear.

It took a lot of guts for Carla to leave almost everything she used to
own in that home, none of it having any value knowing that most of her
personal things may have been used by someone who thought little of the
original owner.

Tessa and Lisa weren't nearly as heartbroken as I thought they might be
when I brought Carla back almost empty handed, both of them enjoying the
photographs but not asking too many questions about things that used to
have significance.  Whatever they needed from now on, I'd be getting for
them and they'd want for nothing.

We took our time on the road, no need to get back to my original home in
Pennsylvania any sooner than the start of the next school year.  The
girls knew they'd have a normal life soon enough, with lots of friends,
books, arts and crafts, and homework to occupy their time.  But for the
time being all that was important to me and them was stopping at each
and every festival and theme park that looked interesting.

Sure, I spoiled them that summer, but having gone through what must have
been the most horrifying year before, Carla and her girls, I mean Carla
and MY girls needed to start anew.

At the end of each long and happy day, Carla watched as I gave our girls
a nice long hot bath, with mountains of bubbles and lots of tickles.
Carla never once prevented me from enjoying the delicate charms of
either of our girls, soft caresses, gentle fondles, and hours of loving
kisses and licks afforded both of my angels.

She even helped me keep them both satisfied beyond comprehension with
frequent exchanges of young partners, Carla and me giving her nine and
now six year old little girls as many sweet cums as their bodies could
handle.  I was the fortunate fool who was the center of attention when
a firm cock needed to be applied and then inserted into a tight vagina,
all three of my lovers patient and relaxed until they had a turn on my
hips.

That whole summer, Tessa, Lisa, and Carla wore sexy bathing suits or
nothing at all.  I stopped at every swimming or water theme park from
Texas to Virginia, making lots of detours so I could be certain we'd
visited as many as time would allow.  It got to be quite a distraction
for many of the other drivers along the interstate highways when my
girls would prance around the inside of my RV as I drove down the road,
many times the younger two wearing nothing at all as they sat in the
living area and watched TV or played with their toys and dollies.

Carla, my sexy young bride after I got smart enough to propose to her,
even grew brave enough to frequently stand next to me as I piloted my
highway yacht, the lovely young mother wearing a skimpy thong that had
little in the way of a patch of fabric covering her plump, hairless
mons, her small titties left uncovered.  Once, she even got brave enough
to walk up to me and serve me a tall glass of softdrink looking just
like her little girls, wearing nothing!

It was difficult to find many stretches of road where we weren't being
followed or paced by at least half a dozen truckers after that.  I
actually had to make a rather impromptu exit from the highway to prevent
any of my fellow horny travelers from trying to follow me toward a large
water park in Arkansas, lest they try to whisk my bride and girls away
to their own venues for personal entertainment if they got close enough.

From then on, the girls only walked around the inside of my RV naked
when they took the time to draw the shades or turn the blinds so nobody
could easily look beyond.  That was practically everyday, and as long as
the RV was either parked and locked down, or when the speed indicator
was above fifty five.  Damn, it looked so sexy to see a petite young
mother playing games or dolls or watching TV with her little girls, all
of them nude as I drove down the highway.

When we got to their new home, all of them were incredibly excited, my
retreat from the maddening bustle of society tucked neatly into a
hillside and surrounded by millions of tall trees.  I let them explore
everything in my relatively new house without a care in the world, my
hands and mind busy with shutting down the RV after parking it inside
the same style of insulated metal building where we'd spent the previous
winter.

All of my girls eventually joined me after about an hour, helping me
unload everything we had bought or stored onto a long array of shelves
and racks next to the RV.  Being the practical sort that I was, I made
sure to keep everything carefully arranged so the food items could be
taken inside and consumed before we bought any replacements.  The many
utilitarian items would be easily refreshed or replaced as each
component was required, ready to be loaded back into the RV when school
was out the following summer, or when we decided to take a short trip
somewhere when we felt like it.

After the RV was completely unloaded, I hooked my car trailer to the
back of the RV, loaded my fancy four-by on the back, and drove my girls
to my mechanic's place so he could do a complete bumper-to-bumper check
out of our comfortable home-on-wheels.

On the way back, we stopped at one of the nicer family restaurants and
started to slow down from being on the road for months.  A brief detour
was made at a super grocery store before heading home, both of my
smallest angels asleep on the back seat and hugging each other, the half
dozen grocery bags on the floor beneath their feet or beside them.

Bathing them that evening was probably the most spiritual thing I'd ever
done in my life, each sleepy cherub tended to with the tenderness and
love only shown religious icons or national treasures.  That was the
first night Carla suggested we let them sleep in their own bed, her
needs still not satisfied after the light switch was turned off and the
night light turned on in their bedroom.

Carla acted like a nymphomaniac that night, never letting me rest nor
willing to accept my being tired or too sensitive.  If I begged for some
genital relief, she'd quickly mount my face and coax me to give her as
many sweet cums as possible, my tongue offering her plenty of clitoral
and labial stimulation.  She really didn't have to try that hard to
convince me to enjoy her petite and tender charms, taking on the persona
of Crissy whenever I even hinted at being tired or needing a short rest.

Acting like a slutty or incredibly naive little girl proved my downfall,
her ability to draw me into her web of sexual lust so easily, she could
control me like a robot.  Crissy had such a complete and utter hold of
my fascination, that Carla thoroughly enjoyed taking me to the heights
of erotic stimulation, and then deeply plunge me into a vast mire of
testosterone laden passion.  She donned every naughty outfit and tiny
pair of panties she could, just to tease me and compel me to beg for
more until I couldn't move.

Crissy carelessly liked to wear a very short dress with tiny cartoon
emblazoned panties underneath, calf-high white stockings, and little
sandals that showed off her short toes, all lined up in a straight row.
That cute little girl liked to sit either in front of me and play games
on the floor between us with her chubby legs properly tugged up out of
the way, or beside me on the couch so she could read to me and show me
how smart she was, or on my lap while I held her tight to my body so I
could comfort her if she was a little scared.

Crissy also liked for me to tell her what to do, sternly but lovingly
bossing her around and having her repeatedly show me that she hadn't wet
her panties or had properly wiped her peepee.  While I had her lying
over my thighs forward, softly caressing her panty-covered bummy to make
sure she was still clean, she shamefully whispered that she might not
have done a good job of wiping her bummy the last time she went to the
potty.

After Crissy pulled her dress up and completely out of the way, I used
my right hand to tug her panties down her plump round ass, slipping it
carefully over each full cheek so I didn't injure an already tender
behind.  With her panties pulled down only as far as the middle of her
thighs, I used both sets of fingers to gently pry her bummy open so I
could see how much medicine I'd need to apply.

The sound of her high-pitched voice and the image of her tight rosebud
stirred something in me that I hadn't known before, Carla able to
temporarily convince me that she really was an eight or nine year old
little girl who needed someone to show her how to do things.

As tenderly as I ever had before, I gently stroked the periphery of her
muscular orifice for the next ten or fifteen minutes, softly offering
her comforting and soothing words so she knew I'd be taking care of her
from then on.  I got so involved in her game that I was unconditionally
immersed in my side of the role play, a pretend tube of refreshing salve
uncapped and then a small dab of ointment benevolently applied to the
affected area.

When she asked me if I needed to put some on the inside of her peepee, I
knew just how I was going to accomplish her requirements.  Crissy lay
face down over the side of my big bed with her dress pulled up to her
neck, her bummy sticking way out, her feet supported by two small but
strong cardboard shipping boxes and her legs splayed out almost at a
ninety degree angle.

The moment I slipped the end of my salve ensconced dick between her
chubby thighs, I could actually see an innocent and very naive eight
year old little girl lying half naked on my bed before me.  Even as I
reached up under her tummy and slipped my hands under her small breasts,
my mind was utterly convinced I was fucking an elementary school girl,
Crissy making little whimpering sounds as I rolled each tender nipple
into absolute submission.

Some time around three that morning, Crissy convinced me that she was
too tired to go home and that she needed to spend the night with me in
my bed because she was afraid of the dark.  She asked if she could sleep
with her dress and socks on, because her mommy told her that she wasn't
supposed to take her clothes off for any naughty boys, but insisted that
I keep giving her more medicine so her peepee could get better until the
'morning time'.

I fucked that darling little character for the next three hours
straight, getting terribly excited when Crissy softly cried because she
was afraid of the monsters running around the bed and making it move so
much.  For longer than I care to admit, I was lost to a degree of
passion and lust I'd never known, madly stabbing my dick into that
pretend little girl for everything I was worth.

At five forty five, Carla finally whispered that I was worth all the
mental abuse she'd meted out, gently pushing against my hips so I could
earnestly slow down.  After one last firm thrust and an embarrassingly
weak ejection into her womb, I could finally rest.

At ten that morning, Carla and I were gently stirred awake by two tired
but love-hungry little girls, both of them wearing only their panties.
We invited them into bed and after a few minutes of timid tickles, we
settled in for a long morning of quiet chatter and soft kisses.  At
noon, we took a long shower together, all my girls getting a scalp
massage as I washed their pretty hair, and then a thick lather bath.

With all my girls wearing only a pair of panties and me in my shorts, we
ate a late lunch in the kitchen nook, overlooking a wide valley that
ended up in a small stream that we'd be exploring before too long.  The
rest of the day was spent getting acquainted with their new home,
everything asked properly answered and then followed by a caress or hug.

Tessa and Lisa found it hard to believe that they were going to be
living in such a big house, my fifty four hundred square foot
multi-level house all to themselves.  They had an opportunity to pick
which smaller bedroom they'd want to call their own, or to choose from a
larger one if they wanted to share it.  It proved such a difficult
decision that I let them try both options for a few days, until they
decided in the near future.

It turned out that they liked their new home so much, that they sidled
up to me one evening, climbed up onto my lap naked and quietly whispered
a desire to have their own private play rooms and a shared bedroom.  My
supportive answer was just the impetus needed to get lovingly strangled
by two very appreciative little girls.  After a few well placed fondles,
I told them that they could start making plans right away about how they
were going to decorate them, what colors of paint they might want, and
so on.  They took off in a blur of nude pink bodies.

Carla also got her own private 'play' room, to do with and decorate as
she wished.  I even made a promise to her that I wouldn't enter that
room unless specifically invited to do so.  I wasn't sure at first when
she burst out crying if I hurt her feelings or not, until she also tried
to hug the stuffing out of me, thanking me over and over.

Carla had never had so many wonderful gifts and freedoms, her body
slowly melting into my lap until she was lying her upper body over my
thighs.  It didn't take long before she had a handful of highly
stimulated cock and was talking to it like a pet.  Crissy was so
attentive and appreciative that she told her long and hard pink 'friend'
that she liked to kiss pretty snakes a lot so they knew she wanted to be
their friend.  That darling little faux eight year old kept teasing me
and talking to the end of my cock so convincingly that I watched in rapt
excitement when she finally leaned forward and began to kiss, lick, and
then suck on my dick.

For the longest time that evening, I lie back in my favorite easy chair
and let my 'young' lover slowly envelope my penis with her lips and roll
her tongue over every square inch.  Crissy knew just how hard to suck,
how firm to push, and how fast to bob back and forth to prevent me from
blowing my load in her mouth.  As painful as it was to keep from having
my orgasm, I loved the warm wet feel of her mouth and the erotic sounds
of her lips as they squished and smacked along the length of my cock.

It was only after 'Crissy' quietly told her new friend that she had a
special hiding place that he could explore as long as he wanted to,
climbing up onto my lap and tugging her snug panties to the side so her
pink and slick friend could wiggle between Crissy's thighs.  To hear
Crissy whisper to her pet snake that she wasn't supposed to pull her
panties down, but could let her snake find his warm place along one
elastic leg opening was so erotic that I was convinced her mommy had
indeed given her those instructions.

Crissy never looked into my eyes or talked directly to me the whole
time, all her comments and conversations directed to her new friend,
deep inside her warm peepee.  It was only after Crissy lifted her dress
high enough so she could show me where she had some new tingles that my
eyes could gaze at her small titties.  She tenderly coaxed me to feel
where her tingles would come from, one hand held to one of her little
breasts as my other hand stroked the back of her panties.  After hearing
that falsetto voice and fondle my faux elementary school girlfriend, I
just couldn't take it any longer, unloading into my playmate with a
series of wild, hard upward thrusts.

I stabbed repeatedly into my innocent lover for the next few minutes,
Crissy lying her head onto my shoulder and wrapping her arms around my
neck.  It was Carla who barely whispered a tender "Thank you, Timmy,"
offering a few downward thrusts of her own to show me that she was just
as sexually satisfied as I was.

We barely made it to bed that night, stopping only briefly along the way
to see our girls in their shared bedroom, lying nude and locked in a
tight '69'.  Carla and I smiled at each other and left them to their own
devices, lots of whimpers and wet smacks coming from two very hungry
little mouths.

That night, after Carla slowly wanked me to absolute firmness, she
climbed over me and settled onto my cock, lying chest-to-chest on top of
me for the remainder of the night.  Instead of being desirous of wanton
sex, Carla wanted us to lie joined in a sexual union unlike anything she
could have dreamed of.  We said very little that night, our slow up and
down movements under the covers conducted as if we needed to preserve
every measure of our precious energy.  When we woke up, we were still
connected, her hips still gently rocking and shimmying back and forth.

Breakfast that morning was conducted as if we'd been in the presence of
the local pastor, our clothes correctly installed, our manners at their
best, and not a single inference that sex had ever been a part of our
lives.  As strange as it seemed, it also seemed perfectly natural not to
see or touch any of my women.  We spent the rest of the day in and
around the house, the girls permitted to explore the immediate area and
then a hike promised for the following day.

The next morning, we packed a full lunch, including breads, meats,
cheeses, pickles, olives, condiments, fresh vegetables, drinks, chips,
and candy.  It felt comforting to carry everything in a large backpack,
brief stops along our hike so the girls could remove a pickle or sneak a
small candy bar.  Lunch was eaten on a large flat rock overlooking a
small waterfall, our house far up the valley and lots of birds, bees,
butterflies, and a gentle cool breeze to keep us company.  It was so
picturesque and idyllic that my girls saw a tear form in my eyes.

All too soon, the girls were registered for school, soon to have their
medical checkups, my presence quietly requested and then insisted upon
when their clothes were asked to be removed.  The nurse looked horrified
as I helped my angels pull their shoes, socks, tops, pants, and then
their panties off, right in front of their smiling mother.  Carla did
absolutely nothing to assist, choosing to let me tend to every personal
requirement.

When the female doctor arrived, my nine and six year old girls were
sitting on top of a small table, both of them wearing a paper gown that
I was certain to keep after the exam.  I'd made such a significant
impact on their lives that they insisted on me being right next to them,
holding their hands or keeping my hand on their bodies somewhere as the
doctor performed her duties, including a rectal and then a minor
external pelvic exam.

Lisa was a little uncomfortable when the doctor used a pair of
rubber-glove-covered single digits to perform her first vaginal
inspection, flinching back but not crying.  Tessa, on the other hand,
was quite vocal and argumentative about the lady doctor sticking her
fingers inside my little girl's soft peepee, only permitting an inward
caress when I softly cooed and held my nine year old.  It might have
seemed improbable they'd be so reluctant to have something warm slipped
up inside their snug vaginas, but all my girls knew what we did in
private wasn't to be repeated by anyone or anywhere else.

Carla saw the questions coming when the doctor realized that both girls
were no longer virgins, an improvised but truthful story about how her
abusive ex-husband had beaten and often abused her little girls before
she left him.  The doctor looked shocked for a moment, and then nodded
her head in acceptance, familiar with how some fathers couldn't contain
their anger or need to dominate a less powerful individual.  Neither of
us saw the need to clarify with the doctor that 'I' was the one who'd
been having sex with both little preteens, almost since the day I met
them.

Another more thorough pelvic exam was insisted upon, the little girls'
sexual health now paramount.  It wasn't conducted until after Carla
comforted the doctor's fears that I was a loving and completely informed
daddy, my presence next to my little girls' splayed thighs and looking
down at an exquisitely plump set of cunny lips being approached with an
appropriately sized clear plastic speculum.

The moment the cool plastic utensil touched Tessa's vulva, she squealed,
reeled back, and clamped her thighs together, an impressive display of
genuine fear because of her belief that nobody but her mommy and new
daddy were permitted to touch her down there.  The doctor tried a second
time to insert the medical device, but with similar results, this time a
loud wail and then a cascade of tears down plump reddened cheeks.

Imagine the doctor's surprise when Carla quietly asked if the little
girl's daddy could help by being the person who applied the inspection
tool.  At first, the female doctor balked, her apprehension based on the
perception that I was intimately familiar with the young mother's
children.  To provide additional reassurance, Carla asked the doctor to
follow her outside, my lovely bride eventually convincing the doctor and
her nurse that I had been the one who'd rescued Carla and her little
girls from a horribly abusive situation.

During the girls' recovery, I had been so protective and provided so
much medical comfort that my pretending to be a doctor was much more
consoling than threatening.  That fact was quickly proved when Carla,
the doctor, and her nurse returned to the examination room unannounced,
Tessa now sitting up, Lisa sitting next to her and me standing alongside
both little girls still dressed in their flimsy paper outfits, a firm
grasp of their shoulders evidence of my support for them.

"Honey?  To make this a little easier on the girls, I've asked the
doctor to allow you to be the one who helped out, pretending to be
their private doctor and taking care of putting the speculum where it
needs to go right in front of the doctor and nurse.  I know that will
embarrass you quite a bit, but you need to remember how comfortable the
girls felt when you first helped me and my girls out and applied that
medicine to their privates after you rescued us.  Would you be willing
to help out?"

"Uhhh ... well ... I'll leave that up to you and our girls.  I
wouldn't want to make them any more uncomfortable that they already
feel."

"Tessa, Lisa?  Would you let your new daddy do some doctor stuff so the
real doctor and nurse can make sure the inside of your peepee is all
nice and healthy?  It's very very important for the doctor to be sure
you're not sick inside or may have gotten hurt if somebody did something
mean to your tender places.  Would you please let Daddy take care of
this special thing so we can finish soon so we don't waste any more of
the doctor's time, please?"

The doctor immediately spoke up as if she were defending her territory.

"NO, NO, NO!  That's alright.  We don't have to be in a hurry.  Your
little girls' health is much more important than how much time we spend
making sure they're alright inside their tender special places."

Tessa then spoke up with a quiver in her voice and her grip of my
fingers tight enough to confirm she wasn't pretending.

"Mommy?  Will you promise that only Daddy will touch my peepee?  I don't
want NOBODY to touch my peepee 'cause they might do nasty stuff to me."

Both the doctor and nurse couldn't suppress a brief smile, comforting
words coming from such an innocent and frightened child.

"Your daddy will be the one to put that special doctor thing between
your legs and push it up inside your peepee, but the doctor still needs
to check your insides.  She may have to touch you a little bit, just to
make sure you're not sick, okay?"

"But, MOMMY!!!"

"That's okay, Mrs. Sticker.  I don't need to actually touch her vagina.
As long as the speculum ... the special doctor thing is inserted fully
and then correctly locked open, I won't need to do anymore than look
inside with a bright lamp."

"Did you hear that, Angel?  The doctor said she won't have to touch your
peepee at all!  If your daddy does a good job of putting that special
doctor thing inside you and then make it open your special place enough,
all she has to do is look.  Is that okay?"

"Promise?"

"I promise, Tessa.  Your daddy can be the one to push that doctor thing
inside you."

"Welllll ... okay."

The doctor still hadn't had enough surprises for the day, my taking an
examination glove out of the cardboard box, wiping the speculum clean
and dry, applying a small dab of warm lubricant to the tips of the small
plastic tool, and then approaching my oldest little girl.

"I'm gonna need for you to lie down, Sugar, and put your pretty little
feet in the metal hooks out here.  Just pretend you're gonna ride a
pretend invisible horsey that's got a nice warm wide saddle for your
bummy.  You can push your bummy down this way and keep the doctor dress
covering you all up until I need to put some medicine on your peepee
that will make it really easy for the special doctor tool to go inside
your soft tender place.  I won't push it inside until you feel
comfortable, and I promise I won't do anything until I tell you what I'm
gonna do, okay?"

"Okay, Daddy."

Tessa followed each of my suggestions perfectly, bringing her bum right
to the edge of the examination table and then hoisting her feet into the
stirrups, keeping her paper gown tightly held to her tummy.  As soon as
she was settled, I smiled at her and then drew close enough to stare
right at her gorgeous vulva under the bright light of the overhead lamp.

"I'm gonna put some warm goo on your peepee now, Angel.  Please don't be
afraid."

"Mommy?  Can you come stand next to me and hold my hand?"

"Sure, Baby."

After Carla was standing next to Tessa's left hip, the nine year old
smiled and then looked down at me between her splayed knees, nodding as
if to tell me it was alright to begin.

Both the nurse and the doctor kept a respectable distance, but made sure
to watch every move I made, carefully observing me apply a single digit
to Tessa's exquisite vulva and then tease her vagina open millimeters at
a time.  Even though I wanted to slip my whole digit inside the lovely
cherub, all I did was coat the entrance of her vaginal opening and then
retreat, smiling at Tessa.

"That part is done, Sweetheart.  Now I need to put the doctor tool
inside, okay?"

"Okay, Daddy."

I was tempted to slip the speculum into my mouth to warm it, but
reconsidered what that might imply.  Instead, I held it close to my open
lips and slowly breathed on it, steaming it nicely in only four breaths.

Now, for the coup de gras!

Applying a small dab more of goo to the tips of the instrument, I
brought it close to Tessa and instead of touching her with the
instrument first, stopped.

"I'm gonna touch your peepee with my finger first, Precious, and then
with the doctor thing after that."

Everyone saw an apprehensive nod and then a little smile come from my
nine year old.

Holding the tip of my finger over the end of the tool, I began to softly
wiggle my digit between her luscious lips, teasing her labia apart, and
gently insinuating my finger.

Tessa flinched, but not because it either hurt or was even slightly
uncomfortable.  She was actually getting aroused as I worked my finger
and the plastic device into her pussy.  The doctor and nurse watched me
tenderly maintain an inward movement, removing my finger after the first
half inch disappeared into my private domain.

It had to have been the most intimate insertion either professional had
ever witnessed, Tessa keeping her eyes tightly closed, her lips tucked
as far between her teeth as they could go, and clutching her mother's
hand firmly, reeling from the intense pleasure of having her daddy do
something so personal in front of perfect strangers.

As soon as the majority of the speculum disappeared between her plump
hairless lips, I gently squeezed the grip and began to splay her vagina
open, the first time any of us had ever seen such a wonderful sight.
Once it was firmly locked completely open and Tessa was sucking her
bottom lip between her teeth and trying to look down her tummy so she
could see what I could, I softly whispered.

"All done, Precious.  There won't be any more uncomfortable feelings
after this."

All Tessa could do was nod, her eyebrows deeply furrowed and the inside
of her vagina already starting to spasm.  The poor thing was so close to
having an orgasm, I truly needed to finish her off.

The moment I rose to my feet, Tessa's eyes flew open, fearing that I was
going to leave the room.

"NO, DADDY!  DON'T LEAVE ME NOW!"

"I'm not going anywhere, Angel.  I'm just gonna let the doctor do her
job and look inside your tender special place, okay?"

"But ... DADDY!"

"I tell you what.  Why doesn't your mommy come stand next to the doctor
so you don't feel bad, and I'll come hold your hand and whisper in your
ear so you know I'm right here?"

" okay "

Carla and I traded places, the doctor permitted to sit on the short
stool, and point the bright overhead lamp between Tessa's thighs.  The
additional heat from the lamp must have been a pleasant stimulus, the
unexpected warmth producing an upward thrust.  My poor little angel was
at the cusp of thrashing around on that examination table, neither of
the two ladies dressed in white aware of how close she was at nirvana.

I moved to where I told Tessa I would, Lisa joining me, the six year old
caressing Tessa's face as I held her left hand and pressed my mouth to
her ear.

"Daddy's right here, Angel.  Just relax for a minute and I'll make it
better real soon."

Tessa nodded and bucked upward once, anticipating my mouth and then my
dick where the speculum was stuffed nastily.

The doctor didn't spend more than thirty seconds carefully peering
inside my little playgirl, smiling, nodding to her nurse, and then to
Carla.

"She looks perfectly healthy and everything looks normal inside."

Carla actually let out a sigh of relief, worried that the doctor might
see evidence of my having spent quite a bit of time deep inside my nine
year old little sex partner.

"Doctor?  May I have a look, please?"

"Certainly, Mrs. Sticker.  It's perfectly alright for a little girl's
mother to be aware of what her insides look like, after the poor angel
had to endure having her insides torn open by such a cruel and
insensitive man."

Carla flinched and then blushed, aware of the insinuation that a man had
only recently thrust his cock inside her nine year old.  After Carla
studied Tessa's vagina for a few seconds, she shifted to the side and
smiled at the doctor.  That's when I got additional instructions from
the satisfied medical practitioner.

"Mr. Sticker?  Go ahead and remove the speculum and then clean up your
little girl now.  We'll be back in just a minute so we can check your
other little angel next."

"Thank you doctor."

"Doctor?  May I follow you outside, please?"

"Certainly, Mrs. Sticker."

"Honey?  We'll be back in a minute.  Take care of your little girl and
make sure she's nice and dry before you put her panties back on, okay?"

"Okay, Dear."

I didn't even wait until they were completely out of the room and the
door closed before i was between Tessa's thighs.  As soon as I heard the
latch click, I unclipped the device and let it reduce the width of my
little girl's vaginal opening.  After it was removed, I used a couple of
tissues to wipe Tessa completely dry.

Once that task was complete, Tessa looked down at me between her thighs
and thought I was finished.  Not yet, Angel!

Listening to Carla ask a whole series of questions to the doctor, all of
the adult women little more than ten feet away beyond the protection of
the wooden door, I leaned forward and pressed my face to Tessa's pussy,
extending my tongue between my lips, and rolling her clitty around.  The
instant I came into contact with her prize, her hips rose to greet me
and Lisa leaned forward to give her older sister a lovely kiss.

I feasted on that darling little angel for no more than thirty seconds,
Tessa enjoying her orgasm finally.  Once I was sure I couldn't draw her
pleasure out any longer, I kissed her pussy, leaned back, wiped her up
one last time, and then smiled at her.

Tessa's lips were covered with her baby sister's spit and quivering as I
lifted her feet from the stirrups and began to dress her.  I was
successful in completely dressing her back into her street clothes with
only a few minor deviations inside her panties and holding her tight to
my chest when Carla brought the doctor and nurse back into the room.
Before they were all the way inside, I whispered to my relaxed and
partially satisfied little nine year old some news that she would prefer
not to hear.

"I need to help the doctor check Lisa's pussy now, Babydoll."

" okay, Daddy "

"Carla?  Would you hold our little girl now for me please, so I can tend
to Lisa?"

"Sure, Timmy.  Come here, Babydoll."

Carla held Tessa tightly to her chest and sat down on one of the chairs
along the wall, rocking her first born little girl as if to provide
tremendous comfort.  Little did the doctor or nurse know that one of
Carla's hands was up under Tessa's dress, inside the snug leg elastic of
her panties, and one of my wife's naughty fingers was softly stimulating
Tessa's clitty and keeping her at a heightened state of arousal.  What a
loving mother!

Lisa's examination went much better than Tessa's, my tough little
trouper much more enthusiastic than scared.  Just as before, after the
doctor made her investigations and jotted down any relevant information,
she smiled at Carla and told her that everything was fine with her six
year old as well.  That's when I was instructed to wipe up my little
girl and put her clothes back on.

Lisa got the same loving abuse that Tessa did, Tessa smiling like a
Cheshire cat when Lisa had to clamp her hands over her mouth to stifle
an impassioned whimper as her orgasm peaked.

With all the paperwork filled out, a clean bill of health assigned to
each of their school certificates, and a sugarless lollipop to boot, we
walked hand-in-hand out of the medical office, happy and assured that I
hadn't hurt my youngest lovers with all the sex that we'd been sharing
for so many months.

The girls couldn't even wait until we got home before they were slipping
their hands into each others' panties, two anxious and horny little
girls needing lots of tender clitoral abuse to satisfy an unquenched
hunger in the back seat of our nice four-by-four.  It looked and sounded
so hot to hear by little girls loving each other so lustfully, Carla so
turned on she pulled her own panties down and coaxed my right hand over
her left thigh so I could make her feel good too.

Once we got home, Carla and I just sat back and watched as our two
minxes wrestled with each other naked, hungry tongues and curious
fingers providing untold satisfaction for our pair of insatiable vixens.
It sounded so gratifying for them to give each other so much sexual
pleasure, a constant flurry of tender caresses just the thing to stir an
endless array of high-pitched whimpers from the loving young happy
incestuous lesbian couple.

It was only after they'd been locked in a tight '69' for half an hour
that they broke their embrace and looked at me.  I knew what I was going
to be asked for, and only agreed if we could all go to the master
bedroom and have a long, loving time together.

Carla was amazed that I would consider her as an equal partner in my
pleasure with her little girls, her eyes locked to my face and a
blushing smile filling her countenance.

The first hour we lie together in a mangled heap, we proceeded slowly
and tenderly.  That couldn't have been said by the end of the second
hour.

We didn't eat dinner until almost eight that night, our dinner usually
eaten between five and six.  The only way Carla and I were able to coax
the girls out of the bedroom was if we could eat dinner in the nude, a
little girl properly positioned on top of an adult's lap and a nice toy
inserted between their chubby thighs to keep their tight insides nice
and full.

Carla and Tessa preferred to use a firm latex dildo that was bent at the
right angle so they could sit cunny-to-cunny and hug each other.  Lisa
didn't have to worry about what kind of toy to look for, my cock stuffed
all the way into her pussy and my six year old lover bucking and
twitching during half her meal.  I never thought she'd ever finish
eating.

Never underestimate the determination of a horny little girl!

That evening for dessert, both Carla and I ate a six and a nine year old
for as long as they could handle all the loving abuse.

---

The girls were incredibly nervous the first day of school, both of them
reluctant to be out of each others' sight.  It didn't take more than an
hour before they'd made the first of their many new friends, laughing
and giggling as they sat with their friends and began to study.  Tessa
and Lisa even took the time during their midday break to visit for a few
minutes and compare notes about their recent experiences.

The ride home from school that afternoon was filled with all sorts of
happy tales, both of our girls much more relaxed once that uncomfortable
day was behind them.  Carla even sat with them in the back seat of my
truck on the way home, hugging and caressing her girls as they provided
an endless stream of data related to their first day.

For the first month, everything seemed to go much better than we
thought, Tessa excelling at her math and science, and Lisa not having as
hard a time as Carla thought she might.  It got to be a regular routine
for Carla and I to time our arrival at school moments before the last
bell rang, a wild mob of little warriors pouring out of the doors and
spilling onto the playground as if the school were on fire and noise was
something that helped to stifle the flames.  It looked so cute to see
lots of little boys and girls dashing about, some holding hands, one or
two brave enough to kiss each other 'goodbye' until the next day, and the
typical "Oooooo, kooties!" attitude expressed by a few prudes.

Wanting our girls to have every opportunity to enjoy life, Carla and I
allowed them to play with their friends after school, swinging, playing
tag, visiting on the benches, and eventually, hugs and kisses exchanged
as the other girls were asked to climb into their parents' vehicles.

Then one day, it had to happen.  They had been in school for about a
month and a half and something broke the fairytale world that we were
all living in.

As the bell rang and all the children poured out of the school, instead
of spending some time with her friends, Tessa came running straight to
Carla and me, her eyes red and her lips turned down in a sorrowful pout.
I didn't like the looks of it and immediately ran straight toward her,
closing our distance in seconds.

As soon as I had lifted her into my arms, she began to cry.  Something
had happened and it was incumbent upon me to be as gentle as possible
with the investigation.

Worried that something might have happened to Lisa, I spun around and
tried to find my youngest angel, her smiling face intermingled with a
few of her classmates.  As long as she was still smiling and with her
friends, she'd be okay.  It was time to find out what had upset my nine
year old.

"Ohhhh, DADDY!"

For the first few minutes, all I did was hug her to my chest and gently
rock her back and forth, caressing her back and shushing in her ear.
Once she was calm enough to begin her explanation, I sat her down next
to her mommy and kept my arm around her shoulder.

What she told us went straight to my spine.

"Daddy?  One of the older boys kept trying to pull my panties down, and
when I told him to stop, he said if I didn't let him, he was gonna hurt
me and Lisa.  I'm scared Daddy."

With an aplomb never before achieved in my life, I calmly leaned down to
her ear and softly whispered the obvious questions.

"Who is he, Angel?  Is he out here right now?"

All we got was a single nod.

"You don't have to say his name, but if you could tell me what he looks
like and how he's dressed, I won't do anything until I see him."

"He's kinda big, with dark hair and glasses and he's wearing a football
shirt."

Smiling as I looked up, I tried not to appear as if I was scanning the
horizon for a child about to be killed.  When I saw a young teen
matching Tessa's description, I almost burst up out of my seat to pound
his face into his shoes.

"Is the number on his jersey twenty two?"

"Uh huh."

"Is he the boy standing over by the trees, wrestling with some of the
younger boys?"

Tessa kept her face lowered and roamed the area with her eyes, locating
her abuser and then nodding her head twice.

"What's his name, Angel?"

"Martin Brickler."

"Tell me exactly what he did and what he said, Angel.  I promise I won't
get mad."

Tessa told the typical tale of a domineering male trying to exercise his
physical prowess over a smaller and less able-bodied little girl.  She
even lifted the bottom hem of her dress and showed Carla and me where he
used a pen to mark her panties over her pud, his way of proving that
he'd accomplished something to his friends.

That's all I needed, kissing my young lover on the top of her head and
having Carla take her to the truck.  I didn't want to interrupt Lisa's
fun, but had to extricate her from the school grounds to prevent any
harm from coming to her while I took care of some business.

With Lisa also safely inside my truck and the doors locked, I walked
straight toward where Martin was standing, his small army surrounding
him.  I stopped only when I was little more than three inches from his
face, our noses almost close enough to touch.  His crew was immediately
intimidated by my presence, but the young punk must have assumed he was
either tougher than I was, or I'd get busted for even touching him.
What he heard must have turned his spine into wet spaghetti.

"Martin, I'm only gonna say this once.  You shouldn't have tried to pull
my little girl's panties down and then threaten her to acquiesce with
physical harm to her and her little sister.  Be very sure that you're
never alone ever again, because the first time I catch you by yourself
anywhere in town, you're gonna see what it feels like to have your
panties pulled down and then your body forced to endure pain.  To make
absolutely sure you never do anything like this again, I'm going
straight to the principal's office and then the police department.  Your
parents are going to be called to answer for your actions, and if you're
lucky, you'll be allowed to go to school somewhere that doesn't have
barbed wire surrounding the building.  I wish you hadn't tried to
inflict harm on my little girl, because from now on, you're a marked
man, you little ... brute."

He never moved a muscle as I made my speech, his friends slowly backing
away from him, and leaving him to stand alone, in shame.

As I promised, I went straight to the principal's office and then to the
local police department, reporting and then having Tessa confirm that
Martin had threatened her with physical violence if she didn't permit
him to sexually assault her.

The poor schmuck never knew what hit him!

His parents immediately made a big to-do about the accusation I'd made
in Tessa's defense, insinuating that my angel concocted the whole
affair.  It didn't take long before a few other timid little girls also
spilled the beans on poor old Martin, his exploits made quite public
after the police chief's granddaughter burst out crying and admitted
that Martin had forced her to let him and some of his other friends pull
her panties down and then accede to being fondled at least twice, one
time with the stupid teens cock.  Martin forcing her to kiss and lick
his dick in front of a few of his trusted and loyal allies was more than
her grampa could stand, the young teen almost in more trouble with the
police chief than me.  That's saying quite a bit because I wanted to
kill the little prick.

That was one very pissed grandfather!

The full measure of the law was levied on that stupid thirteen year old,
his ass carted off to a private school that housed lots of similarly
abusive boys.  I genuinely didn't care or batted an eyelash when it was
reported in the local paper a week later that one of the new students at
the Special Learning Center had been raped and beaten by some older
boys.  They never said what his name was, but the details proved just
too coincidental not to be the twerp who hurt my little girl.

Since Tessa was damaged property I had to watch everything I did around
her, especially when it came to being around her when she was undressing
or wearing nothing at all.  It tore me up not to provide the kind of
comfort that we'd shared for so very long, but it would most likely have
amplified the terror Tessa felt.  When she was ready, she'd come to me
and ask for us to resume our special time together, that is if she was
ever ready again.

From then on, Tessa was very timid and reluctant to be alone in the
playground, preferring to visit with her friends only if I was standing
where she could see me after school let out.  Before the first holiday
break in November, we enrolled both Tessa and Lisa in private karate
classes so they could learn how to protect themselves.

I was really pleased when they looked forward to taking the classes,
genuinely taking on an enthusiastic demeanor at being able to prevent
anyone from doing them harm.  That first day of training, I took the
girls from school straight to class, Carla staying at home to tend to
some important activity that meant hers or my girls' happiness.

I hated to think it, because it might have sounded horribly immoral to
anyone else, but my girls looked so incredibly sexy standing in their
new white uniforms barefoot.  The first time I saw them in class, I
almost dropped to the floor and begged them to come beat me up.  There
was something about the look of their naked feet and the thick white
outfits they had on, absolutely nothing providing me any normal visual
stimulation to stir any form of arousal.  And yet, I couldn't help but
stare at their naked feet, their tiny toes captivating my attention, and
then silently drawing me into something less than normal or decent.

I was a nervous wreck on the drive home from their first class, not
because I was afraid for what they were having to endure, but because of
how fucking hot they looked in the thick cotton and wool outfits they
were wearing, and the way I was looking at them on a continuing basis.
Nothing that they did anymore was beyond my being aroused, simple things
like getting in and out of their ride giving me cause to see if I could
look up their dresses or skirts, or playing on the school playground
with their young friends.  My mind wandered and I pictured them chasing
after me in the nude and squealing just as loud and high as they did
when they were running around so many other children at school.

My mind had been so altered to consider them my personal property and
sexual playtoys that I had a hard time thinking 'normally' anymore.  It
was tearing me up inside, because I knew that Tessa had become aware of
my proclivity to 'have' her anytime I wished, day or night, clothed or
naked, in the bed of my RV, or in her mother's arms.

Tessa was aware of how uneasy I felt about some aspect of her appearance
or with her karate class.  Since she and Lisa were in the back seat of
my truck and Carla was still at home, I wasn't sure how I was supposed
to admit that I had a hardon in my jeans the likes of which Martin
probably did when he was trying to pull my oldest little girl's panties
down the last time.

"Daddy?  Are you mad at me or Lisa?"

"NO, Babydoll!  I'm not mad at you, Precious."

"Then, how come you're not looking at us and smiling like you always
do?"

"Uhhhh ... can we talk about this when we get home?  I'd rather your
mommy be with us."

It must have sunk in that something was terribly amiss, because Tessa
kept looking intently at me in the rear view mirror, her expression
somber and her face filled with a horrible scowl.  I had hurt my little
girl, almost as badly as that young asshole did.

The girls never said another word the whole drive home, both of them
watching me and waiting to find out what tremendous blunder they might
have committed.  I was hurting as much as they were inside, but to try
to settle their nerves slightly, I made a brief stop at the local
grocery store and picked up a container of our favorite ice cream.  Even
while we were there, they kept looking up at my face and careful to keep
from angering me in any way.  It was like walking on eggshells or
through the middle of a minefield.

When we got home, the girls waited for me to open the truck door and let
them out, both of them hugging me far longer after their naked feet hit
the cool concrete than anytime in the recent past.  Trying to diffuse
the tension, I lifted both of them and had Tessa carry the single brown
paper bag in her arms as I made my way inside.

The moment Carla saw my expression, her smile vanished.  She could read
me just as easily as her girls could, her arms outstretched in
anticipation of a tight hug as she stood in the open doorway.

After the ice cream was stuffed into the freezer, Carla pulled me along
to the livingroom, our girls quietly strolling ahead of us, still
barefoot.  Carla didn't wait for more than a second after my butt was
parked on the couch before she tugged me as close to her as she could,
staring right into my face as she softly queried.

"Tell me, Timmy.  What's wrong?"

I felt ashamed, in harsh contrast to how I felt after having had sex
with Tessa and then Lisa that first night in the protection of that
insulated metal building.  The blistering cold that was little more than
twenty feet from us as I invaded this little girl's body was now filling
my soul to bursting.  Strangely, I didn't fully understand why yet.

"Carla, I'm afraid my passions for our girls has gotten out of control."

"WHAT?  How?"

"Every time I see them I get so aroused that I'm practically nothing
more than a walking penis.  It doesn't matter where we are or what we're
doing, I just can't stop thinking about them as my little lovers.  When
I saw them dressed in their uniforms today and saw their sexy little
toes, I just couldn't stop thinking that I wanted to make love to them
right there, with their uniforms on.  My gosh, Carla.  I think I've lost
it."

To hear Tessa giggle and see Lisa cup her mouth as if she said a bad
word made me feel a little better, but not much.  I sat there trying to
think of something more to say, but came up empty.  As badly as I felt,
I just couldn't put it into words.  Tessa was the first one to break the
pall of silence.

"Mommy, Daddy said that he wasn't mad at me or Lisa, but he hasn't
smiled at us or been all funny ever since we went to our crotty class.
Mommy, please tell me what's wrong.  Did I do something to make Daddy
mad at me and Lisa?"

"Honey, I don't think you did anything wrong.  He's not mad at you, he's
mad at himself."

"But, why Mommy?"

"Uhhhh ... I don't want you to feel bad, Sugar, but I imagine your
daddy thinks both you and your baby sister look especially pretty and
sexy in your karate uniforms.  I know because I think you look pretty
hot myself."

"Pretty?  Sexy?  Really?"

I couldn't be quiet any longer.

"Yeah, Angel.  I'm sorry if that made you feel bad, because I was hoping
you wouldn't notice your naughty daddy looking at you like he always
wants to take your clothes off like that and then hold you in my arms so
we can make love for hours.  I hope you can forgive me."

"But, Daddy!  We don't mind if you like to look at us or take our
clothes off, honest!"

"Well ... ever since Martin was mean to you and tried to pull your
panties down, I was afraid you might think I've been doing lots of
naughty things to you like he was gonna try to from the time I found you
in Oklahoma.  I've been feeling guilty because I didn't want you to
think of me as a bad man like Martin is, always wanting to touch you,
and kiss you, and take you to bed so I could have sex with you.  I love
you both ... all three of you with all my heart.  I couldn't stand to
lose you, any of you, ever!"

Carla finally saw through the haze of my confusion and self doubt, my
perception of her girls far different than hers.  I was going to get a
lesson in the humanities that evening, and it was going to be a crash
course.

"Timmy, when I gave you my little girls, I never expected you to be such
a wonderful and attentive daddy to them.  You've been more a real father
to them than their biological daddy, and I know how you feel about them.
I've seen the way you look when they walk into the room, whether their
wonderfully naked or fully clothed.  That's part of having such a
special, intimate, physical, and sexual relationship with them like we
do, just like my daddy had with me and my sisters.  What you're thinking
and how you're feeling isn't wrong at all, Honey.  In fact, it means
much more to me than you can possibly imagine, because my girls ... our
girls are growing up with a much more mature understanding about what
love is and how to know if a boy is being nice or naughty.  The way
Tessa was treated by that stupid prick is a perfect example of her
emotional awareness of decency and propriety.  If she'd been some kind
of loose slut who let every guy pull her panties down and bend her over
a table, I'd be much more worried than when you're lying in bed with
them, naked, kissing, touching each other, talking softly, and in the
middle of one sweet fuck."

"MOMMY!"

"I'm sorry, Tessa, but that was the only way I could say it that might
make sense.  Timmy, Tessa knows how you feel about her, just as Lisa and
'I' do.  You're a man ... a very loving man who has sexual needs that
have to be sated on a daily and sometimes hourly basis.  Our
responsibility is to see that all of your needs are met, no matter how
sexy or innocent those desires are.  If that means that you want me and
our girls to walk around the house naked, then we'll gladly do it.  If
that means that you want to spend two hours alone with our six year old,
tenderly making love to her in the quiet of her private bedroom, then
you have every right to do so undisturbed.  If you want to invite both
of our girls into our bed and watch us play with each other and make
love for hours, you can be sure we'll enjoy it just as much as you do."

The words began to bury deep into my soul, an awakening to the fullness
of our relationship as if I was only now getting to really know them.

"When I shared them with you last winter, Timmy, it wasn't just for that
day or a little while, but for the rest or our lives.  Being sexual
isn't a crime, at least not inside our home.  Other people might feel as
if it is and make up all sorts of silly rules and laws to punish people
for enjoying something that was meant to be shared openly, but we don't
feel that way.  I know you may not be able to understand completely,
Timmy, but we want you to think of us as your sexual playtoys, to do
your bidding and perform just like little girls are supposed to.  You
have every right to command us and get us to perform for you as if you
were a king, because that's what you are, Timmy.  You're our Lord, our
Master, our Owner."

To hear a woman, a young mother of two incredibly beautiful and sexy
little girls, tell me that I 'owned' them sent a shiver up and down my
back, that level of responsibility never before bestowed upon me, nor
hefted onto my shoulders.  More was being said in our short conversation
than I could have imagined, and I was almost afraid to hear more.

"We belong to you, Sweetheart.  You can do with us as you wish anytime
you want to, and I know that it will most likely be fun because you hate
pain as much as we do and are the most ardent supporter of mutual sexual
pleasure than any man I ever met.  I've never met anybody who would
rather please me or my girls first, and only after we were all tingly
and hot do you pursue your own satisfaction.  That means more to me and
our girls than any bank full of money.  I'd rather be poor, naked, and
hungry with you and our girls as long as we were truly happy, than to be
rich, decked out in flashy clothes, fat with excess, and horribly
miserable without you.  Timmy, please try to understand that how you
feel and what you think are what we love so much about you.  It thrills
all of us when you cup our bums, slip your hand down inside our panties,
look at us with almost uncontrolled lust in your eyes, and coax us to
strip down to our bare bodies so you can fondle and masturbate us for
hours."

Tessa and Lisa slowly began to work their way onto the couch at my
sides, tentatively onto my lap, and then in my arms as Carla shifted
down to the floor and between my knees.  Instead of sitting on my
thighs, they knelt, their feet under their bums, and their knees resting
halfway up my legs.  It was as if they were going to pray to me.

"Timmy, Tessa has never felt differently about you after that little
bastard tried to hurt her and Lisa.  Sure, she was upset and frightened
that someone might harm her and her baby sister, but instead of
rejecting her need for your love, you should have been tenderly and
lovingly coaxing her to pull all her clothes off so you could lift her
into your arms in our bed and show her that you still care deeply for
her and don't think that she's been damaged or ruined in some way.  She
told me almost two weeks ago that you've been treating her differently,
shunning her when she pulls her panties off, closing her bedroom door
when she's getting dressed, or skulking away when she's tried to offer
you her body.  She knows that you're afraid of hurting her and that you
feel horrible about what that prick tried, but she thought that she was
the one to make you want her less because she may have tempted that kid
who tried to damage or take your property away from you."

Without my knowing about it, I was telling my nine year old lover that
she was indeed tainted and somehow less important by ignoring her.  It
stung to hear the words and for me to become aware of just how ignorant
I'd been.

"We talked, all three of us have talked about how you've been feeling,
Timmy, and I told them repeatedly that you're gonna have to come to some
kind of understanding with your own feelings first before you'd slip
your hand inside their panties and give their pussies a nice gentle rub.
You're the one that's been your own worst enemy, Honey.  Sure, Martin
might have been the catalyst who proved that not all men can be loving
and supportive, but you shouldn't punish yourself or our girls with some
bizarre form of self abasement and abstinence from sex.  We love you,
Timmy, and we know that you truly love us.  Please don't torture
yourself any longer, because when you do, you're also torturing us.  We
can't stand to see you miserable, Timmy.  All we want to do is perform
for you and make you the happiest man alive, and our bodies are the best
tool we have to do that with.  Please love our girls, Timmy.  Love them
with every measure of your manhood, from your eyes, your hands, your
mouth and tongue, and that one thing that defines you as our Master and
Lord, your wonderful dick.  They need you just as much as 'I' do, and if
you and I can't be fully sexual, even for a day, I'm absolutely
miserable.  I know you weren't aware of this, but they need your
physical and sexual love just as much as 'I' do.  They've grown
accustomed to the constant fondling, kisses, loving caresses, and tender
words that you whisper into their ears while you're fucking them in our
bed.  Denying that from them after all this time is worse than anything
that asshole Martin could do.  Please don't do this anymore, Honey.
They need you.  I need you.  We love you and can't stand to be like this
anymore."

I felt like a complete ass!  In trying to protect my nine year old angel
from harm and the supposed sexual abuse I was forcing upon her, I had
inadvertently done just the opposite.  I had taken away that one thing
that we'd shared so openly for so long, something that was the most
intimate expression of affection and love that any father might bestow
unto his girls if they accepted it.  Since I'd been the loving man who'd
brought both of our girls into womanhood, I had the tremendous and open
responsibility to maintain that kind and loving relationship until they
either asked me to stop, or I was completely incapable.

With tear-filled eyes I looked at all three of my naughty minxes, Tessa
on my right thigh, Lisa on my left, and Carla between my knees.  I loved
my girls more than my own life, our special relationship and strong
physical bond something that I had temporarily broken.  It was incumbent
upon me to remove that impediment and do it as quickly and lovingly as I
possibly could.

Thankfully, Tessa saw that I finally understood just how silly I'd
been all that time and was considering acting first as she watched my
eyes fill with tears.  She was hurting too, but at least she had the
good sense to do something about it.

"Ooohhhhhh, Daaahhh-Deeee!"

Tessa threw herself at me, Lisa following fractions of a second later,
my hands around their bodies, and pulling them as snugly into mine as I
could without hurting them.  Carla was right behind them and extended
her arms around them and me, protecting their backs as earnestly as I
was their tummies.

We hugged as a single loving body for about five minutes, the tension
slowly lifting like a mountain fog at noon.

That's when Tessa began to feel my right hand drawn from around her back
and slowly work its way between our bodies.  I could feel her grin into
my chest, Tessa leaning back slightly to let me have as much room as I
was supposed to have.

All three of my girls repositioned themselves to their last location and
watched my right hand gently work Tessa's thick cloth belt slowly apart,
the nine year old practically giddy with excitement because I was going
to undress her right then.

Her belt was carefully undone, tugged away and then the front seams of
her uniform top teased apart.  She sat there and watched me slowly work
her top completely open, off her shoulders, and down her arms.  She did
nothing to assist me, her desire for me to enjoy our first time together
in quite a while keeping her locked in an excited and self-imposed
posture alongside my leg.

Just in the last few weeks since she had been threatened, her titties
seemed bigger.  It might have been my imagination, but it looked like
there was more definition to her plump pads of softness.

Moving incredibly slowly, I used the back of my fingers to gently caress
and explore her breasts, her nipples firm and aching, and the soft rises
of her boobies much more appealing than ever before.  Tessa watched my
hand go from her left to her right titty, a series of small circles made
around each mound until I spiraled into her nipple.  Each nib was teased
and flicked, the erect firmness resisting my insinuation just enough to
snap back in place once my digit shifted slightly too far to keep it
against my skin.

I played with her titties for quite a while, none of my girls moving nor
looking anywhere else but at my hand as I fondled and molested my nine
year old.  Tessa was far more permissive than any child I could have
wanted to love, her smile broad, her eyes locked onto my lurid deeds,
her chest heaving with deep and quick breaths, and her heart hammering
in her body like it did when we rutted in bed like mature lovers.

When I began to shift my digit down Tessa's tummy, she knew where I was
headed and let out a little whimper, her excitement building and her
pussy throbbing with anticipation.  She hadn't enjoyed a nice cum with
me in quite a while, and it looked like I was about to change that.

My index finger drew an invisible line down her body, a series of
ticklish circles made around her bellybutton to help her enjoy our time
together.  Our sex wasn't supposed to be just serious and passionate,
but light and fun as well.  Tickling her bellybutton enough to make her
squeal and twist on my leg was a welcome sensation.

My finger kept going further down, slipping into the snug waistband of
her thick uniform, my hand going back and forth along that boundary for
a minute.  The moment Tessa felt me tugging forward on her uniform at
her waist, she looked up into my face and saw me looking down.  She
didn't know what to do at first, my continued tug away from her body
gently urging her into a full kneeling position.

Carla and Lisa remained quiet and watched as I kept tugging against the
thick sturdy fabric, my continued tug toward my body actually lifting
Tessa's bum off of her naked feet.  After she was upright and much
higher than before, I began to change the direction of my finger's tug,
going back and forth along the waistband and pulling her uniform down
slightly each time I went from one hip to the other.  In order to be an
efficient and effective lover, I made sure to keep my fingertip inside
her panty waistband as well.

I knew her plump ass wasn't going to let me just pull straight down, so
I shifted my hand around her left hip and worked along the top hem going
back and forth as I had done in front.  I pulled down against the
material with each transition across her lower back, the cloth yielding
to my insistence without any noise and slowly exposing a little bit more
of her smooth skin with each pass.  With half of her bum uncovered, I
shifted my finger to the front and began to slowly work across from hip
to hip again.

With renewed interest in her pleasure I brought her clothes down to the
top of her pubis, the back of my finger feeling the spongy glory of her
ample developing womanhood as it passed the last two times.  We saw
Tessa shudder when I lightly ran the smooth outside of my digit across
her plump flesh, just enough pressure for her to feel me there, but not
enough to reveal any significant force.  When just the top of her mound
began to show, I moved my hand around her left hip and started to work
on the back again.

Carla let out a soft moan, more impatient than our nine year old
daughter.  I was torturing all three of them, Tessa eager for me to
finish, but thrilled with the tender speed at which I was going to show
her that I still loved her immensely.  She was much more patient than
her baby sister or mother, the other two hotties genuinely sweating as
they watched me do my magic on the quivering forth grader.

Instead of using my finger across her bum, I slipped the inside of my
fingers under the waistband of her uniform and panties, shifted the
material down at the same speed as I had done the front, back and forth,
except while working the fabric down my hand cupped and caressed her
bare ass and our skin shared a sensation that we'd missed for so long.

I went from side to side, fondling her bum and shifting her clothes down
a little at a time, working the top edge down just fractions of an inch
at a time, following the contours of her tight little girl butt as the
cloth slipped ever so slowly downward.

My hand went back and forth over her round ass five times, no
intentional squeezes, and nothing more than the inside of my palm and
fingers stroking her bare fanny.  As soon as the material was at the
juncture of her bum and her thighs, I turned my hand under and tucked my
fingers ever so lightly between her legs, a soft and almost
indiscernible squeeze afforded my anxious lover.  Tessa drew in a deep
breath and knelt a little taller, the sensation of our skin meeting
after so long filling her with tremendous excitement.  I was incredibly
close to her vulva with the tips of my fingers but still far enough away
that I didn't actually come into contact with her soft and trembling
labia.

She knew I was going to do it, and seconds later, my hand again followed
her bare skin around her left hip.  This time, I turned my hand around
and pushed in, the inside of my fingers shifting down the front of her
left hipbone and stopping when I felt the beginning of her muscular
thigh in front.  I waited for a few seconds, wanting to draw out the
tension and make our final touch that much more worthwhile.

The instant my hand began to move toward her pubis, both Carla and Lisa
whimpered, my hand incredibly close and about to dip down the valley of
her womanhood so I could please my angel at last.

But I knew better than to give up too quickly.  Instead of allowing my
fingers to travel against the soft and hot flesh of her pussy, I tugged
outward slightly as my hand went across, working the material about
halfway down her cunny.  The small gap between my hand and her vulva was
obvious, the force of my hand pulling the fabric far enough away from
her body that it looked like I was trying to avoid her quim.

Well, I was!

The next trip back toward me was started with a bit more downward
pressure, the top hem of her outfit moved far enough down that her whole
pudendum was displayed.  I wanted to make this special and tried
everything I knew to do.  As I drew my hand in the direction of her left
hip, I shifted my hand slightly higher so my fingers could drag across
her cunny, our first direct touch after weeks of celibacy right in front
of her mommy and baby sister only inches away.

But again I didn't push under and in.  Using more determined force, I
drew her outfit down her legs until it was bunched up above her knees,
Tessa unsure what to do.  I lifted her left hand, put it on my right
shoulder, and then pulled against the back of her left thigh just above
her knee, indicating that I wanted her to lift it enough so 'I' could
finish.

She obeyed without resistance, unable to look at me and anticipating
what would happen in just a few more minutes.  After the thick bundle of
material was pushed over her knee and toward her calf, I pushed against
the front of her raised knee and had her put it back where it was
before.  The procedure was repeated with her right leg, her clothes
eagerly pulled down and finally off her feet.

For the first time in weeks, my nine year old daughter and lover was
kneeling naked in front of me, her chest heaving with trepidation and
her heart hammering in her chest.  All she could do was wait for me to
command her, any order I issued to be followed without question.

She finally got one, my voice soft and calm.

"Give me just a little kiss, Angel."

She turned her head, leaned toward, and presented her lips to me, my head
tilted to the left so I could push my face around and be comfortable.
We shared a very tender and loving expression of labial affection for
about ten seconds, small nibbles of her lips making her tremble against
me.  Once I deemed our task complete, I returned to my earlier position.

It was time for another order.

"Lean back."

She did as I asked, returning to her earlier position.

"Give me your left titty, Sugar."

Tessa immediately billowed up in delirium, her lungs filled with enough
air to sustain her for the next few seconds.  She turned her chest
toward me and slowly leaned in, her body pulled higher so I didn't have
to bend down too much.

I remained in place and let her come to me, her nipple firm, her breast
wonderfully defined, and my mouth prepared to take my little girl any
way I desired.

The instant her nipple was taken over by my lips, she whimpered again
and almost thrust her body into me, but her awareness of her place in
our relationship kept her still.

My lips teased at her softness, the budding mound distorted each time I
leaned forward and pressed my face against her body.  When she thought I
could torture her no more, I opened my mouth and flicked her nipple up
and down with the tip of my tongue, a rapid series of tweaks taking her
ever so close to her cum.  I could actually feel her body trembling in
sexual need, her abdomen already beginning to spasm slightly.

To extend her wonderful torture, I leaned in, sucked on her nipple
softly and then genuinely hard, let go and gave her a gentle nibble,
kissed it, and then flicked it up and down with my tongue again.  I
repeated that three times, the last time her body almost falling back
because of the tremendous excitement.

With one last long suck and a sloppy kiss, I leaned back slightly and
issued my next order.

"Stand up with your feet on each side of my hips."

She tried to get up but almost fell the first time, so nervous and
excited that she was having a hard time controlling her legs.  After she
rose to her feet, she put her hands on my shoulders and gingerly pressed
her naked feet against the outside of my body where my butt met the
couch, intentionally keeping her hips away from my face.

That's my girl!

Just before I leaned forward to take a soft bite of her puddy, I heard
Lisa ask her mommy a question in a breathy whisper.

"Mommy?  Can I watch Daddy lick Tessa's pussy really close?"

"No, Honey.  I think we better give your Daddy and Tessa as much room as
they want.  We'll be able to watch and to play too, just not tonight."

It was time to rectify my tremendous oversight of the last few weeks and
grant my girls just about anything they wanted.

"Lisa?  Carla?  I'd very much like you both to stay very close to Tessa
and me, if Tessa wants the company and if you want to stay.  What do you
think, Angel?  Would you like an audience?"

"Whatever you want, Daddy."

"No, BabyDoll.  I want you to decide, okay?  I'm not trying to pressure
you, but I want you to feel as if you have control over this evening's
fun.  So tell me.  Would you like your mommy and baby sister to stay and
watch?"

"It makes me feel a little bit more excited when they watch, Daddy.  I
like it when they see me cum.  Can they stay, please Daddy?"

"They sure can, Angel.  Girls, I'm not going to keep my love from any of
you anymore.  If you'd like to watch, Lisa, then you can come up to my
left shoulder and be as close as you want to be.  You can hold onto me
and even lean on me if you want to."

"Thanks, Daddy!"

She was up and tight to my left side in almost fractions of a second,
her soft hands gently holding on from the front and back of my shoulder.

"You're welcome, Sugar.  I'd just ask that you're not so close that you
might get in my way because I plan on giving Tessa as much as she can
handle tonight.  Carla, if you'd like to come around to my other
shoulder, I'd like you to be right here with me and enjoy what I'm going
to do with your nine year old baby girl.  If you'd like to caress her
legs, you can but only up to her knees.  I'd like to keep her thighs for
myself, at least for a little while."

"Thank you, Timmy."

It took Carla a few seconds longer, but she kicked her shoes off,
climbed up, and nestled tight to my right side, her arms going around me
for one quick hug and then retrieved.  She then whispered softly into my
right ear, wanting me to be absolutely sure I knew her role in our
relationship.

"Command me any time you wish, Timmy.  I'll obey."

I turned and looked right into Carla's eyes, a look of utter surrender
all over her face.

"Thank you, Honey.  I'll be sure to torture you in front of our girls in
a little while."

She immediately whispered back, a breathy illustration of subservience.

"I'll do everything you ask me to, Honey.  I'll be your best sex slave."

She pushed her head onto my shoulder and gave my neck a little kiss,
then retreated.

With everyone positioned, it was time to give my nine year old what she
deserved.

Instead of kissing or licking her straight away, I got right up to her
vulva and blew a stream of warm air up and down her cleft, going as low
as I could so I could tempt her with the sensation of my presence, but
without contact.  Her hips immediately lurched forward, the sensation
stimulating her to beg for relief.

Not yet.

"Tessa?  Lift your left leg and put your foot on my right shoulder,
Honey.  I wanna see how pretty you are underneath.  I wanna see how sexy
your pussy is up close so I can remember where I've loved you with my
fingers, tongue, and cock.  Carla, hold her foot and help keep her
steady, okay?"

"Yes, Daddy."

Carla gently held onto Tessa's foot and upper calf while Tessa used her
right hand on my head to keep her balance.  As soon as her foot was on
my shoulder, I looked up and saw the most beautiful sight imaginable, my
nine year old daughter's ultra-tight, plump, hairless, bright pink, and
incredibly soft vulva.  I actually just sat there and smiled, looking
right at her slit and a little tear of lubrication that Tessa was
providing me, the little girl looking down at her daddy and trembling
with excitement.

Lisa's face was very close to mine at my left, Tessa's little sister
looking at her older sibling in a completely new way and from an
entirely different angle.  The six year old seemed to be just as
fascinated as I was, a hushed 'WOW!'  filling my left ear and her mother
giggling from the unusual experience.

After enough time was spent just looking, I leaned forward ever so
slightly and gave Tessa the lightest and almost imperceptible pussy kiss
she'd ever received from me, a gasp my instant reward.  Holding my face
close but far enough away to keep her from pushing against me, I then
extended my tongue, gingerly started at her perineum, took my time going
all the way along her slit with the tip of my pink pickle, and stopped
only when I tickled at the keyhole directly over her clitoris.

Tessa wasn't sure whether to giggle or scream, her body quivering from
the stimulation and the impending orgasm.  Next was a few kisses along
the inside of her right thigh, going up to her labia, a couple of
butterfly kisses on her vulva, and then continuing on my journey until I
couldn't reach the underside of her left leg anymore.

I was doing everything I could to extend my little girl's torture and
she just hung in there, waiting for me to command her to just let go and
attack me.  I could see it in her posture, her facial expression and her
eyes, that look of utter surrender tinged with absolute sexual
excitement.  I even heard Carla whimper for Tessa, the young mother
feeling her little girl's pain and anticipation, wishing she could tell
me to take her, but aware that she had given me providence over all
three of them.

Carla knew I would never hurt any of them, but my loving abuse wasn't
any kind of pain that her girls had ever known before.  My treatment of
my oldest little girl was the most exquisite and devious kind of
affection that I could give a little girl who needed to know her daddy
loved her, and would soon be loving her for the next few hours.

Tessa's thighs were starting to tremble, a sure sign that she was
getting close to falling down.  I couldn't make her uncomfortable, even
if she enjoyed me doing it, so I leaned forward, gave her pussy one more
light kiss, and then leaned back.

"Carla, please help Tessa put her foot down, Honey.  I think I may have
overdone it."

As soon as Tessa was again in a standing posture, Carla leaned in and
told me something that I couldn't have imagined.

"Timmy, even if we cry and beg and plead with you to give us our cums,
it's always much better for you to make it worth our while and torture
us ... at least a little bit."

With a kiss on the cheek, she leaned back and caressed Tessa's leg,
looking up at our nine year old and nodding to her as if to ask if she
was okay.  Tessa responded with a shaky smile and a single nod,
confirmation that she was up to the task.

It was now time to share my good fortunes.

"Lisa?  Would you like to give your big sister a kiss right on her
pussy?"

"YEAH!"

"Okay.  Do it softly and slowly.  Don't rush and don't press too hard.
We need to keep Tessa excited until I give her what she deserves."

"Thank you, Daddy."

"You're welcome, Lisa.  Lean against me really hard so Tessa can stay
right where she is."

That's when I decided to include Lisa and Carla in the fun.

As Lisa was leaning across my left side and holding onto my shoulder, I
used my right hand to tease her belt undone, let it fall, and then
teased the front of her uniform open.  As soon as the material was far
enough away from her chest, I saw her little nipples and those elegant
circular targets for my mouth.  She didn't make it all the way to her
big sister at first, but looked down at my hand instead.  I gave her
nipples a little rub, pulled back, then pushed her thick uniform top off
of her shoulders, and down her arms, baring the six year olds chest to
everyone in the room.

She giggled and then proceeded, her target Tessa, but her need for me to
completely undress her.  Rather than be distracted too much, she pushed
a little harder, and brought her face right up to Tessa's cunny, a tiny
little girl kiss right on my lovely daughter's pudendum.  The sound of
Tessa's pitiful whimper proved that she liked being the center of
attention, even if her little sister was just playing.

Lisa leaned back smiling, bubbling with excitement at being included.
Now it was Carla's turn, the young mother probably more excited than she
had been in a long time.

"Carla?  Would you like to give your first daughter a kiss right on her
sexy and very hungry pussy?"

In a breathy whisper, she answered.

" yessss "

I repeated the same instructions to her as I did her six year old
daughter, wanting each action to be measured and equal.

"Okay.  Do it softly and slowly.  Don't rush and don't press too hard.
We need to keep Tessa excited until I give her what she deserves."

Carla then got into character and used her 'Crissy' voice.

"Thank you, Daddy.  I love you, Daddy."

"You're welcome, Crissy.  Lean against me really hard so Tessa can stay
right where she is."

When Carla leaned hard against my right side, I knew she wanted me to do
with her as I had our six year old, so she kept her chest close but not
constrained against my right arm.  My left hand undid every button on
her blouse and then tugged at the vertical seams so it would come open,
her small titties displayed like elegant cups of pink custard.

As soon as her blouse was pulled far enough away from her body, I drew
it down her arms and undressed her as I had our six year old, her blouse
laying behind her on the couch in less than fifteen seconds.  Before I
turned away, I gently rolled both of her nipples around and then cupped
each breast, gave her a nice squeeze and then withdrew.

Carla giggled like a little six year old, leaned forward, pushed a
little further over my right arm, and brought her face right up to
Tessa's cunny.  But instead of just a kiss, Carla blew a stream of air
on her pussy where her clitty was hiding and then gave her a soft kiss
right on our lovely daughter's fat pudendum.

Tessa groaned and leaned forward slightly, trying to protect her pussy
from any more attack.  She knew better and rose again to vertical.

Carla leaned back smiling, giddy with enthusiasm at being able to play
our 'game' again.

It was finally my turn, the nine year old almost to the point of fainting
when I leaned forward, blew where her clitty was hiding, took a long,
slow but almost nonexistent swipe upward along her slit with my tongue,
and then gave her puddy a gentle kiss.

Not wanting to make it too rough on Tessa, I reached to her waist, held
her snugly, and softly wanted confirmation that she was still with us.

"Tessa?  Are you okay, BabyDoll?  Would you like to continue or should
we stop?"

Panting, she practically whispered her answer.

"I'm okay, Daddy.  We can do more."

"Okay, Angel.  I don't wanna make this too difficult for you, but I
deserve to make you feel good before I give you a nice cum."

"Okay, Daddy.  Thanks."

I caressed her thighs with both hands, dropped my hands to my lap, and
then turned to my left.  Now Lisa was going to be my target so Tessa
could recover slightly.

Lisa looked right into my eyes when I reached to the waistband of her
uniform and slipped my index finger down and in.  She grinned and
waited, aware of what I was about to do.

Just as I had done with Tessa, I pulled her forward and then began to
pull down, her uniform slipping down easily because it was a bit
oversized.  While I was pulling down, Lisa's panties inverted and
remained snugly attached to her crotch, the little girl's lips taking a
precious 'bite' out of her own underwear.

I turned my body to the left slightly and slipped my left hand behind
Lisa, my right hand to the front of her puddy, and tenderly worked my
index and middle fingers between her thighs tightly against her vulva.
When my fingertips met, I lifted up slightly, diddled her a little bit,
and then pushed her panties down to her knees.  Moments later, her
uniform and underwear were down her legs and off her feet.  Now both of
my little girls were nude.

Keeping my left hand against her bummy and my eyes toward Lisa, I
shifted my right hand against Tessa's left leg in front of me and slowly
caressed up as I ordered Lisa to obey.

"Kiss me, Lisa."

At the same instant our lips met, my left middle finger began to tease
between Lisa's thighs in back and toward her vulva and my right hand
began a light series of caresses up and down the front of Tessa's
pudendum.  Lisa spread her legs apart to give me all the room I needed,
and Tessa wanted desperately to push into my hand, but waited.

Lisa felt my middle finger tease upward and she obediently leaned
forward slightly so my digits could travel unabated into her warm and
now very wet vagina, now my complete domain.  Tessa became aware of my
fingertips turning in and then going up and down her slit very gently.
It wasn't enough to split her labia, but enough for her to enjoy the
sensation.

The moment Lisa and I broke our kiss, I removed my fingers from hers and
Tessa's pussies, smiled at Lisa, and then turned all the way to my
right.  It was Carla's turn and she was already sweating.  She'd seen me
fondle and caress both girls and must have liked the way it looked,
because she had a few beads of perspiration on her forehead.

I slipped my left index finger into the waistband of Carla's shorts and
pulled, my sexy young wife pulling her legs under her and then into a
kneeling position.  Once she was settled, I pulled her shorts down, the
incredibly elastic material slipping down her hips and thighs until they
were at her knees.  The fact that Carla was again pantiless was not a
surprise.

Using both left and right hands, I worked her shorts under her knees and
off her feet, now all three of my girls naked.  As I had done with Lisa,
I slipped my right middle finger between Carla's cheeks were her butt
met her thighs and gently wiggled my fingertips, her legs coming apart
without another gesture issued.

"Kiss me, Crissy."

Carla giggled like a six year old.

The moment our lips met, I slipped my right middle finger further under
Carla and between her labia, my left fingertips up and down Tessa's slit
but this time, pushing in a little bit.  My young wife was expecting me
to just caress her pussy along that tight cleft and didn't know I was
going to slowly travel further and further between her lips in front
until I touched her clitty.  When I did, my right middle finger hooked
upward and I began to finger-fuck Carla, her ass pushed into my hand and
a whimper shared in our kiss.

I was barely sensing Tessa's cum on the horizon so I pulled my fingers
out of Carla's exquisite vagina, pulled away from her lips and removed
my fingertips from Tessa's clit.

My nine year old lover actually groaned at me in a gruff and almost
throaty complaint.

"NOOOOOOO!!!"

I turned forward and looked right up my nine year olds legs to her
vulva, an obvious sheen of wetness ready to drip from between her labia.
All it took was a single upward swipe with my tongue and I claimed what
she was offering, a hard lurch backward the instant I pushed in and
tickled her nubbin.

Tessa's legs were beginning to shake again, so it was time I gave her a
break.  She wouldn't get it, but it was time, anyway.

"Lisa and Crissy?  I need for you to be ready to catch Tessa.  I'm going
to give her a mustache ride for a few minutes."

Tessa instantly jerked forward and down as if she was trying to protect
her pussy, but what she didn't know or might have forgotten were my
hands ready to catch and keep her legs.

Carla and Lisa rose to their knees and leaned tightly against my sides,
ready to act at a moments notice.  I then gave my nine year old her next
assignment.

"Tessa?  I want you to hook your thighs over my shoulders and push
forward with your pussy.  I'm not going to torture you too long, Angel,
but I need to give you a very nice cum.  Crissy and Lisa?  Once Tessa is
on board, I need for you ladies to get me ready for my baby."

She was almost crying when she put her hands on my head, lifted her left
leg, placed it on my right shoulder, and then repeated that with her
right on my left.  As soon as the back of her thighs were fully on my
shoulders, I pulled her body in and urged her to lift her bum slightly
so I could get to all of her sweetness.

Poor Tessa was twitching within five seconds of my tongue going up and
down her slit, her nubbin so sensitive all it took were about a dozen
slow and firm wiggles against it with my pink pickle before she began to
spasm.  I wasn't going to drag this out any longer because I might
actually give the little fourth grader a Hell of a set of cramps the
next day.

As I had asked, Carla and Lisa undid my slacks and worked them and my
shorts down my legs and off, my shoes and socks going with them.

My two other girls couldn't resist the temptation and took the chance to
have a little fun of their own.  I don't know how they determined who
was going to do it first, but I didn't care.  It was Lisa's lips around
my glans that almost made me blow, her small mouth barely able to work
the head completely in before her jaw began to hurt.  She kissed and
sucked a few times and then pulled away with a <SMUCK>, Carla's lips
enveloping my cock and her mouth going all the way down.

I couldn't hold back so I was going to bring Tessa with me.

In a flurry of rapid flicks with my tongue, I attacked the nine year
olds clitoris, an almost blood curdling scream, and her body tensing
completely when her cum hit her.  At the same instant, I felt my balls
throbbing and thrust into Carla's mouth, a very respectable contribution
made to her tonsils.

We convulsed almost at the same rate and with the same amount of force,
a strange artistic movement made between two people sitting in opposite
directions.  My poor baby kept moaning and whining while I pushed into
her clitty, no more wild gyrations with my tongue but a firm inward
force applied so her nerves would have constant stimulation.

By the time her body quit lunging over my head and her thighs stopped
clamping my neck in a silken vise, I leaned her back slightly and urged
her to swing her thighs to the sides so I could lower her down my body.
Carla felt Tessa move, so she sucked me clean, and then pulled away with
a similar <SMUCK> as Lisa's.

Tessa slowly dropped down my chest as she panted and hung onto my head,
my hands under her bum and thighs controlling her descent.  She had no
idea what was waiting for her.

Carla even helped as Tessa's bum slowly dropped, my wife's right hand
taking a firm grasp of my cock and holding it up straight and helping to
guide it during the last six inches.  The instant Tessa became aware of
my dick slowly pushing into her vagina, she began to twitch again, just
not nearly as violently as before.  Once she was all the way down and
settled and I was all the way inside her vagina and happy, I pulled her
face to mine and we kissed as passionately as we could, soft and then
firm nibbles and inward presses with our lips and tongues.

Tessa kept twitching for the next hour, our venue changed after the
first five minutes.  Holding my little girl tight to my body, I carried
her still attached to my dick to the master bedroom and to bed.  Carla
helped me take my shirt off and Lisa gathered all the discarded clothing
and put them in the hamper.  She even thought to empty my pockets and
put everything on my dresser.  Smart little girl!

Once I was lying on my back, I swung Tessa's legs out and then down so
we could be in the 'Missionary' position, her on top and my hands
cupping her soft ass.  I slowly rocked and pumped her over and over, no
need for me to worry about becoming useless to her because my lovely
wife thought ahead and relieved me of that 'burden'.

Tessa lie connected to me all night, my young lover exhausted,
whimpering, and crying over and over that she had the best daddy in the
whole world.

Carla and Lisa lie in bed right next to us, but instead of being
desperate to have sex with each other, they chose to stay close to us
and caress our arms, Tessa's bum, back, and her lovely long hair.  It
was one very special and loving night that brought all of my girls much
closer to me and me to them than I could have imagined.

I never repeated that awful lack of intelligence again, my girls getting
a daily dose of love and affection, even on school nights.

They decided to let me have one girl all night long each night of the
week, but with school and early morning dashes downstairs for breakfast
and then to the truck we settled for a slightly different schedule.

Now, Tessa and Lisa have me Friday and Saturday nights, their choice,
and Carla and Crissy, Carla's alter ego, get to have me during the week,
as long as we don't make too much noise and keep the girls awake.

If my daughters feel the need for some affection during the early
evening, they'll calmly walk up to where-ever I am, undo my slacks and
then give me a warmup blowjob, my hint that somebody under the age of
eleven needs some special attention.  My little lover is picked up and
carried to either her bed or the master bed, whichever seems appropriate
at the time.

Sometimes, the girls just want to hug and cuddle, and I'll invite every
single one of them onto the overstuffed couch so we can nestle into the
warm leather.  Even if the other two are hornier than a ten-pecker goat,
the one sexy angel who was originally desirous of some simple affection
with me gets priority and has my preference.

We have our usual squabbles with the girls about music being too loud
when we're on the phone, or somebody not studying hard enough to get
straight-A's in school, but all-in-all, my girls are very well behaved,
mature, decent, and very loving young ladies.

Just before school let out for summer that first year, we found out that
Carla was pregnant.  Four months later during a 3-D sonogram
examination, we learned that we were going to have another little girl.

Carla was so happy, she tugged on my ears right there at the doctor's
office and begged me to give her a quickie in front of the ultrasound
technician.  The slightly embarrassed but very understanding young
college graduate just sat back and watched me give my wife a ten minute
long 'quickie'.  That poor lady looked like she wanted me to do her too,
but I was too busy tonguing and loving my wife.

Tessa and Lisa have already begun to get Jacqueline's room ready, lots
of pink and ruffles everywhere.  Those two even begged me to make love
on the floor so the room could be warmed up for their little sister.

I still can't believe I can have my girls any time I want, Lisa more
than Tessa needing a nice slow fuck while we're eating dinner, my lovely
vixen sitting comfortably on my lap.  Tessa prefers to make our
lovemaking a long and involved production, lots of eyes around to watch
and make her feel very naughty.

Being thought of as their 'Master' still makes me feel uneasy, although
I never refuse the opportunity to give one or all of my girls a few
naughty commands when they encourage me.  I don't make them bark or eat
dirt or anything stupid like that.  Most of the time, they want me to
tell them how to please me, even if they want me to push them a bit
closer to the edge of decency.  I just can't bring myself to humiliate
my girls, because I love them too much.

Carla never could have imagined that escaping from her abusive husband
and being found by a kind stranger in a darkened truck stop could have
turned out the way it did.  We will often lie in bed naked and talk
about all the things that led up to us crossing paths, amazed that we
found each other that chilly night.  Had I stopped at the previous or
next truck stop or if they'd been two or three minutes later, Tessa
never would have walked up to me that night and begged me for some
money.

We never went back to Oklahoma.

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