Filename: Firecracker.txt
Title: My Independence Day Little British Firecracker
Author: Eliston X. Gaulfre Rewdius@gmail.com
Codes: Mg MF Mg+ g+ Fg MFg+
Keywords: Cons, Rom, Pett, Extr Pedo, Pedo, Oral, Anal, Piv, 1st, Preg, Lesbian, Inc, Brief W/S
Summary: The moment I saw her any strength I had was lost. She was
everything I could have wanted all of my adult life, in spite of my lack
of actual experience in such a wonderful pursuit. Of all the darling
little girls I'd dreamed up in all the fantasies I'd created, none were
like her. Even though I wanted her at that moment, I couldn't have
imagined I might ever have a chance to actually get to know, much less
touch or even love her. Her lovely Brit mom was a bonus.
Copyright: 2011
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Firecracker.txt
My Independence Day Little British Firecracker
Mg MF Mg+ g+ Fg MFg+
Cons, Rom, Pett, Extr Pedo, Pedo, Oral, Anal, Piv, 1st, Preg, Lesbian,
Inc
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Prologue:
The moment I saw her any strength I had was lost. She was everything I
could have wanted all of my adult life, in spite of my lack of actual
experience in such a wonderful pursuit. Of all the darling little girls
I'd dreamed up in all the fantasies I'd created, none were like her.
Even though I wanted her at that moment I couldn't have imagined I might
ever have a chance to actually get to know, much less touch or even love
her. Her lovely Brit mom was a bonus.
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She was all of three and a half feet tall, had long blonde hair, an
infectious laugh that could be heard through a bustling mob, and eyes
that should have been able to pierce solid titanium even at a distance
of fifty feet. Her dress was a light and wonderfully short colorful
frock that danced and swept about her silken and full lower limbs like
the spray of surf along a wild and windswept coastline. The slightest
breeze was able to send her gossamer outfit moving in directions that
gave many mortal men or rampant pedophiles in her vicinity an aching
heart as her cartooned panties came into view every few seconds.
It didn't take long to learn her name, Hannah, and also to become aware
from whence her family came, somewhere far across the waters toward
Great Britain. Even if nobody was truly part of their conversation
every person who walked around them could tell who the little girl was
and the fact that none of those three happy visitors were from around
town. Her 'Mum and Dah' were a lovely couple as well, but they offered
very little in the way of entertainment for me at that moment, their
only girl-child far more fascinating than whatever could be learned from
the foreign adult couple. They'd be useful for a while, but once the
object of my fascination and me had gotten close the older couple would
be relegated to a far less prominent role in our relationship. At
least that was my plan as soon as I saw that darling little angel.
Once I realized their family was 'on holiday' and without any specific
companions at the moment I made myself available for whatever services
they might need by acting quite bold and introducing myself without
delay. It took a skillful level of subterfuge and coordination to move
ahead of them without them noticing, but once I was far enough away I
turned around, headed straight for them, and thrust my hand out with a
broad smile on my face. It was probably the most daring thing I'd
attempted in many years.
"It looks like you three are having a good time. My name's Julian.
Julian Masterson. Welcome to America."
"Why, thank you, Julian. You're quite kind."
The father and husband, Vincent Algernon Smyth, found my offer of a warm
handshake quite welcome. His first task after extending his hand and
providing his name was to introduce me to his lovely wife, Aileen
Parker-Smyth. Had it not been for the intense interest I had for
their soon-to-be acquainted daughter I'd have made a play at Aileen.
After a brief but required short conversation with his lovely bride I
had my first direct visual contact with the lovely creature who had no
idea she'd stolen my soul. I reduced my height to her level so she
would feel at ease, and acting as I had when I introduced myself to
Vince and Aileen I reached out with my right hand, although with a bit
less force, and waited to feel the softness of a gentle set of fingers
that might rescue my brain from long empty and once lonely nights.
"Hi, Kitten. My name is Mister Julian. What's yours?"
At first she was very self conscious and indicated slight embarrassment
at being my focus, her gentle and childish rotation back and forth close
to her Mum's lovely left leg in front of me giving her the appeal of a
precious little girl. But when she finally realized that I wasn't quite
as frightening as she initially suspected she stepped forward a little,
extended her hand, and gave me a new reason to go on living.
"Hannah."
The moment our hands met I felt a surge of electricity pulse through my
whole body, her chaste smile and seductive gaze the perfect match for
her soft warm appendage. Hannah may have been just as moved as I was,
because our grip lasted a few seconds longer than when I'd greeted her
folks. My caressing the back of her hand using slow and light strokes
with my thumb also added a greater thrill, her silken warm skin so
appealing I hungered to touch a larger area but knew better. If I was
fortunate I might be granted my wish soon enough.
Although her age and immaturity might have precluded the child from
possessing the same sort of feelings and emotions I was fraught with she
still seemed somewhat fascinated in my bold and brash politeness, her
feet shifting even further toward me as if to confirm she had an
unspoken need to be as close to me as I did to her. Our touch might
only have lasted for a few seconds, but it gave me months worth of
mental adventures and sexual fantasies, and it appeared to instill in my
young visitor's heart a new reason to enjoy being in America.
Knowing to stifle any awareness her parents might have of my desire to
steal the darling angel away for my own perverted designs I broke the
hold I had of the child's delicate appendage, rose, and returned my
attention to her folks, both of them smiling and seemingly content that
their little one just might have a pleasant holiday in America after
all. For the foreseeable future I'd be just as attentive an American
host as I could possibly be so that eventuality could be sped along.
Vince immediately informed me that they were in America and in my home
town specifically to watch the national festivities that had been so
widely celebrated for the last 200 plus years, the colonial Yank
insurrection holiday sought out as their family event. I chuckled at
his British humor and quickly recognized that what we called Independence
Day was considered a form of rebellious sedition by those who held The
Crown in deep respect.
He must have realized what kind of reaction he got, might have been
embarrassed, and immediately begged for my forgiveness, his awareness of
what his comment might have sounded like only forming in his mind after
I chuckled. He was obviously unprepared for my reaction for a few
moments, Aileen also blushing at her husband's comment, but with
repeated reassurances to the contrary I did my best to make them feel at
home and relaxed. It took a little while before both of the adults felt
at ease enough to smile and share in my appreciation for his earlier
reference to the Colonial Rebellion, my reiterated pledges that I wasn't
the slightest offended by his statement eventually taking hold. From
that moment on it appeared they felt more relaxed.
Vince found out about the famous night-time fireworks display in April
from a previous work related visit he'd had a few years before, most of
my fellow Kentuckian's very proud of a twenty eight minute long event
with a one-mile waterfall effect off the bridge over the Ohio river that
brought people from all over the country and around the world. After
he'd done a bit of homework Vince decided to bring his family back to
the USA during a special time of year to include an annual event that
seemed quite out of character for a loyalist.
The fact that our fair city had decided to attract tourists and visitors
during the fourth of July, in addition to the annual April event, was an
experiment the city leaders were hoping would bring in much needed
revenue. It just seemed fortunate that I chose to meander around town
that day and just happened to bump into a lovely family of foreign
visitors. My reason for being there had little to do with the impending
event per se, but more to do with my need to escape the doldrums of a
solitary existence and be around the laughs and conversations of people
who still enjoyed life.
I hadn't been able to savor the fruits of my labors for three years, my
lovely and dedicated wife having lost her life while serving in the
military overseas. Rather than jabber on as if I was a mindless dolt
any longer than necessary I shared with Vince and Aileen that I truly
regret having lost my wife to a military conflict that I still didn't
agree with. Being almost fifty had provided a little maturity, but
living alone was enough to bring the cold sting of life's pains to
almost harden my heart and keep me from ever feeling happiness again. I
could have shared how lonely I felt and how much pain I'd suffered, but
that wouldn't have been polite at the time.
Walking along with them so I didn't appear to keep them from enjoying
those festivities was the right thing to do, my position alongside Vince
away from his wife and daughter affording me lots of chances to gaze
hungrily at the two lovely blond Brit creatures, but most of all Hannah,
opposite the male visitor. Neither of the true objects of my lurid
fascination might have recognized how easily they kept my focus, and
none of them realized how quickly I'd returned them to their former pace
down River Road along Waterfront Park, because I kept chatting with them
and pointing out all sorts of information that other tourists might not
notice.
What seemed much more important at that moment was a darling angel who'd
only recently turned five, her constant need to interrupt her parents
something of a nuisance to them, but a welcome relief for me. It took a
few minutes for me to make Vince and Aileen comfortable with their
daughter's constant need to add whatever comments she thought were
required, whether her input had anything to do with the subject at hand
or not. It took a bit longer for them to feel completely relaxed after
Vince's initial Colonial comment, but they eventually let their guard
down and allowed Hannah to jabber on when she saw something she thought
was terribly interesting.
Right after we'd shared introductions, a brief impersonal history about
ourselves, and what we were doing in town, I set out to make the lovely
foreign family comfortable with some national foods and gifts. Both of
my adult guests resisted my repeated attempts to purchase a few silly
souvenirs and a shiny red, white, and blue hat with streamers on it for
Hannah, but once I added to the purchase with a tall beer for Vince and
Aileen and an equally bountiful softdrink for me to share with Hannah
neither of them put up much resistance. The moment they licked their
smiling lips and stole the remnants of a white beer mustache I knew both
Julian and Aileen were more thirsty than too proud to accept my offers.
There were enough street vendors all along the wide boulevard next to
the Ohio river, along East Witherspoon, and down a few streets
perpendicular to it to satisfy everyone's tastes, my favorites being the
traditional hamburgers, hotdogs, popcorn, cotton candy, snow cones, soft
drinks, and beer. Thankfully, I spaced each purchase out while we
strolled casually so the effect of the adult brew took hold in a slow
and careful manner, and the sweeter liquid refreshments would have an
equally positive effect on my real prize.
We must have walked up and down that long street and down two more for
almost two hours, Vince, Aileen, and Hannah bestowed a number of
souvenirs by their new Yank host so their visit would be memorable. It
might have made us two guys look really foolish, but we each donned
silly hats and stuffed some sparklers into our pockets for later. The
soon-to-be glowing plastic necklaces were the perfect gifts to make
Aileen and Hannah ecstatic when it got dark enough to activate them, the
sealed tubes ready to be invigorated once they'd been flexed and the
whole apparatus shaken, not stirred. Vince much preferred I buy as many
varieties of the local 'brew' I'd be willing to, Aileen sampling quite
often from each of his insulated cups so she could determine for herself
if the many varieties of cold American Pilsner was all that she'd heard
about. She seemed quite willing to sample from anything I provided, and
never once appeared overly cautious about the frequency of each new
purchase.
For the longest time Hannah walked between her Mum and Dah, Aileen
holding Hannah's small hand and attempting to keep the little girl's
attention in the same general direction that we were traveling. From
my vantage point I could see a need slowly building in Hannah, her legs
starting to get tired, and her Mum not quite as interested in carrying
her since their five year old was starting to weigh more than a mere
two or three year old when she was lofted about without so much as a
whimpered utterance.
I'd never have made a big deal about the child's mass given the chance,
but hearing her folks describe Hannah's petite size I'd have imagined
the child to be overweight. Fifty pounds might have been a lot of bulk
for them to heft around when trying to enjoy a long walk while on
holiday, especially when I kept giving either of them a morsel to eat or
another cold beer to sip on. Knowing I could make myself invaluable at
some point soon I set about to make my arms accessible at the first
opportunity.
Of course neither Vince nor Aileen had any desire to take possession
of their only girl while carrying a full cup of beer in one hand and a
bag of popcorn or other locally provided snack in the other. Since they
were almost as tired as Hannah was there was little argument about my
acting as her personal servant or minion when the time might arrive. It
seemed to take forever for my services to be requested.
Neither of her parents seemed to notice how quickly I'd purchase them
delicious treats so my hands would be empty and ready to accept
immediate responsibility of their tired angel when the time finally
came. It was after we were headed toward a wide embankment for the
upcoming pyrotechnics display that I got my first chance to sample
Hannah's silken touch, her outstretched arms in my direction something
I'd anticipated for a long time and her touch welcomed. Her hands
against my neck filled my body with whole mountains of electricity, her
grip firm, the pressure of her body against mine desired to the point of
obsessive lust, and the way she smiled so easily into my stare
anticipated beyond description.
In spite of my desire to have her close to my heart and my hands near or
around her luscious fanny it seemed she had other intentions, because
she much preferred I carry her facing a little forward on my left hip
rather than tight against my chest like a baby. I could have imagined
her desire to be my petite girlfriend, but she much preferred to have
someone lift her up and carry her so she could see the displays further
ahead rather than to have to walk the rest of the way to the grassy berm
staring at peoples' bums, as she called them. Our destination, where
over a hundred thousand people were already milling about, was little
more than a hundred yards away by the time Hannah leaned her head
against my shoulder for a few seconds. I couldn't have been happier.
Wanting to push the hospitality card to the fullest I bought a large
fabric ground cover along the way while I hefted my lovely chest magnet,
stuffing the thin and flexible tarp under one arm and ready to extend it
as far as the soft material would reach when we found our spot. It
certainly was quite a bit larger than truly necessary, but I had plans
to take advantage of the extra material if the opportunity arose.
Immediately after our feet left the hard immutable surface of asphalt or
concrete I hinted at my chest magnet to scan the area and let Hannah
determine where she'd like for us to sit. A perfect place for us to
rest was along the top edge of the grass embankment, our view of the
Second Street bridge across the river and the open sky above just right.
A small sample of unclaimed grass was large enough for us to unfold our
canvas ground cover until it was extended as far as it would go.
The sun was slowly pulled toward the horizon beyond the bridge as we set
up our 'campsite' as Hannah called it, the fabric large enough for all
four of us to share quite easily and still plenty left over for another
few people. Thanks to my good planning and where we plopped our butts
down I didn't need to worry about intruders, because the trees behind us
would prevent anyone from looking over my shoulder when the time came
for me to venture into tender places that most people didn't approve of
men like me visiting.
Vince and Aileen took the side closest to the Highway 64 bridge along my
right, Hannah nestled on my left thigh a minute or two after my butt hit
the comfortable material, her first tickle noticed by her mum with a
wide smile. Aileen looked quite at ease as I gently wrestled with her
daughter as if I were a long distance uncle who the child could only see
if they traveled all the way to the United States.
The crowd in front of and beside us was the perfect distraction for both
Vince and Aileen, a keen desire on their part to watch all the goings on
as they kept up a comfortable banter regarding how hideously some people
were dressed. I kept my tongue about the various women donning clothes
that shouldn't have been offered in a larger size, even if I saw far too
many younger and slimmer women wearing the same thing the walking whales
chose to. To hear Aileen giggle and mutter slightly denigrating
comments about my countrymen and their rather unattractive girlfriends
or wives seemed like a strange new pastime for her.
Since all of the food vendors were allowed to sell any of their wares
until the sun set I decided to take advantage of any of them nearby.
After a brief complaint about Hannah's tickle game being interrupted I
rose, walked away as quickly as I could, and bought the last of our
treats and drinks before the show began. The really exciting stuff
wouldn't begin until after nine, but there were still lots of things for
my visitors to see until then. The smiles on Vince and Aileen's faces
were ample indication that they were incredibly eager to accept another
ice-cold brew and a hot burger.
After I returned bearing edible gifts and parked my ass onto the
slightly disheveled ground cover close to Hannah's completely exposed
chubby thighs and lovely panties I helped the darling child munch on an
incredibly overstuffed and oversize footlong hotdog and suck down a
forty four ounce rootbeer. Her crimson lips wrapped around the end of
the straw made my mouth water, but for a *very* different reason than
the liquid refreshment she was enjoying and she eagerly shared with me.
I knew there would be a need eventually and hinted that Vince take
Aileen and Hannah to one of the potties stationed in the parking lot to
our right before it got too dark. The poor guy had enjoyed the almost
half dozen large cups of beer that I bought for him so much that he
looked a bit more relaxed than I'd expected, but he saw the requirement
I spoke of and acted without too much delay.
Thankfully, his gait while holding both Hannah's and Aileen's hands was
still controlled enough that he was able to make his way toward the
bright blue portable facilities no more than fifty yards away and beyond
a set of trees that were only thick enough to barely hinder my view.
Hannah's selection for our campsite was still within sight of the long
row of blue boxes if I stood as tall as I could so they could find me in
the falling light of early evening upon their return, so I had no fear
of them losing their way. They might reconsider finding our spot with
me on it if they suspected I had ulterior motives and wanted to spirit
their little one away, and I waited anxiously to see if they'd come
back. The moment I saw their three smiling faces headed toward me I
felt a lot more at ease and knew to be as accommodating as I could be.
Hannah was so anxious to have some more tickles that she actually broke
free from her Mum's grasp when the five year old caught sight of me on
their way back, my grin the perfect method to comfort a temporarily
frightened mother at the prospect of her child going missing. All I
could hear as Hannah ran straight toward me was her animated squeal in
growing volume and pitch, my hands outstretched and fingers wiggling in
the open air as if they were being controlled by specters and ready to
make the five year old happy. Many of the people around me might have
assumed Hannah was my niece or granddaughter by her laughter and smiles
as I tickled and played with her while Vince and Aileen walked toward
us, but had they known what my real intentions were they might have been
quick to call one of the walking policemen over to drag me away in
handcuffs.
By the time Hannah's folks were able to catch up with her and take their
position on the soft tarpaulin, my young tickle-victim was giggling and
squirming around, my eyes eagerly sampling the bright white smoothness
of the thicker portion of her soft knickers between her chubby thighs
each time I worked her frock high enough. I shifted her dress out of
the way plenty of times, but did so casually enough under the guise of
tickling her that nobody around us seemed to notice ... too much. It
might not have been an absolute requirement for me to keep Hannah
giggling and laughing so much, but her attitude seemed to encourage me
to continue her revelry and add to it if she even hinted that I was
being lax in my responsibilities as her American host.
It took a few minutes to get their daughter's attention, but Vince and
Aileen finally convinced Hannah to help me finish off our repast and
liquid refreshment, one last beer snuck onto their resting places while
they were gone eventually noticed and then eagerly consumed. Once our
food and drinks disappeared we prepared for a long and exciting evening
of visual entertainment, lots of activities being conducted from the
near shoreline, all around the Louisville Riverwalk, the few boat docks
facing us, and all the way to and along the bridges in front of and
behind us. I was planning for much more than a mere fireworks display,
Hannah far too eager for snuggles, hugs, tickles, and touches for such a
young and innocent little girl. I didn't mind one bit.
I could tell my youngest guest was starting to feel the chill from the
river, so with a clever use of the far edge of the fabric I created an
impromptu blanket just large and warm enough to cover her small body and
still keep her tight against my chest. The fact that I had my left arm
around her along the inside of that wrap offered little in the way of
evidence of what might happen if I grew a bit brave or rambunctious.
As soon as it was dark enough and the first ground-level displays
started everyone around us looked in one direction with awe-struck
expressions, Vince, Aileen, and Hannah just as fascinated with the
curtain of white sparks emanating from a large and almost blinding
'Welcome' sign. Rather than be completely absorbed in the cascade of
brilliant glitters and sparkles Hannah lay her head against my body and
let out a long comforting sigh. That's when I helped her and her Mum
activate their glowing necklaces, and that spurred a whole series of
repeated activities around us in a circular wave that must have looked
like a tsunami of light.
The moment I heard Hannah audibly confirm her contentment I hugged her a
bit tighter and slipped my hand up under her dress high enough that I
was able to caress her bare back. She felt so wonderfully soft and
warm, my young visitor an example of living silk giggling into my ear
only loud enough for me to hear as I caressed and touched her tender
body under her clothes.
Just as the last of the bright shower ceased on the 'Welcome' sign, our
first overhead display drew everyone's eyes toward the Heavens, a
brilliant crimson flowerburst drawing out a loud "AAAHHHHHHH" from the
thousands around us. As if it had been scripted by the directors of the
event almost every person on the living carpet lie back onto the cool
grass in one wide sweep, Vince and Aileen snuggling into each other's
arms just like so many of the other visitors around us.
That's when Hannah urged me to lie back so she could snuggle next to or
on top of me as well, her eyes facing the sky so she could also enjoy
the show. Keeping most of her body ensconced in the thin blanket I
centered her over my tummy, positioned her round bummy directly over the
aching and throbbing menace in my jeans, and pushed at least one of my
hands as far inside her frock as might be allowed without her
permission.
To keep her happy I made sure to let her know that I'd leave one of my
hands under the blanket with her, a long slow series of gentle caresses
and fondles conducted without anyone else able to see what I was up to.
Even Hannah didn't seem to be aware of what I was doing for a while, my
fingers able to tug her frock completely up her body far enough that I
could sample from the tender softness of her tiny titties once she was
completely distracted.
Rather than make my actions seem crude or boorish, I ambled from her
collarbones, down her hips to her upper thighs, back up to her chin for
a tickle, down across both boobies for a few light caresses, and then
back to her pantied hips once again. I knew I was having an effect on
her when she spread her knees apart and let her feet drop to my sides,
my hand able to cup her cunny twice and give her a long, slow, and very
firm squeeze.
I knew if I maintained a constant attack of her quim she'd eventually
call my activities out as naughty to her parents, so I withdrew my hand,
went back up under her dress, and returned to the long caresses over the
anterior extents of her tiny body. It was the perfect ploy, Hannah much
more interested in pointing with an outstretched finger toward each
overhead burst and telling everyone around us what they looked like
rather than share with them that I'd been feeling her up.
Hoping not to scare her by proceeding at a slow and careful pace I
rested my hand over her bare tummy and waited for a minute, wanting my
need for tiny titties and tender twat to be one that wouldn't get me
into loads of international trouble. To my amazement Hannah recognized
the suspension of her tactile 'play', but instead of bringing this
awareness to her folks' attention, she turned her head slightly and
tilted it up so I could lean my ear down to her mouth and hear what she
might want me to know.
"What, Kitten?"
"Come on, Julian. Give me some more cuddles, okay? I'm just a bit
chilled and need you to make me warm."
With a loud whisper into my ear as I strained to hear her she told me
what I needed to hear since her body was beginning to feel cold. To
force her to share where I was supposed to move my hand I urged her to
guide it to the warmest and most entertaining location so she'd be
happy.
"Show me where you need my hand, Angel."
She immediately giggled and shrugged her shoulders, embarrassed to tell
me I was supposed to move my hand in either of two wonderfully soft
spots. All it took were a few soft tickles around her tummy for Hannah
to give me a hint, pushing against my hand and wordlessly directing it
back down her hips. I knew in an instant where I was supposed to cover
her body, the warmth of my hand enveloping her pantied cunny and filling
her with enough heat to remain comfortable. It was a bold move, but I
needed for my young foreign visitor to confirm that I'd done a good job.
"Down here, Kitten?"
To make a game of it for her, I pushed my hand all the way to one of her
knees and asked her to confirm that I had found the spot. Her quiet and
giggled response was filled with embarrassment and joy, but I needed to
be sure she liked what I'd done and that she needed my touch as much as
I craved doing it.
"Tee-hee. No, Silly!"
"Here, then?"
I repeated the guessing game a number of times, going from her knees, to
her chin, a few soft grabs of her titties, and finally pushing a single
digit into her belly-button to produce a welcome squeal right in the
middle of one loud verbal chorus of pyrotechnic appreciation.
Aileen must have heard Hannah's jovial expression of entertainment,
because she turned around and smiled at me, quietly thanking me for
keeping Hannah occupied during the long show. The lovely Brit mommy and
I exchanged a few comments back and forth for a moment until another
bright red flash filled the area around us and drew Aileen's attention
toward the sky. That was my cue to give Hannah what she had originally
asked for.
My young foreign visitor was so pleasantly frustrated by that time she
pushed my hand all the way down her tummy and right on top of her cunny,
at least one of my fingers able to hook along the top elastic at her
waistline and drag her underpants down slightly. Knowing my query was
going to get someone else's attention and me into a lot of trouble if I
wasn't careful I tilted my head down as hard as I could so our mouths
and ears were close enough so nobody else could hear.
"You want me to push my hand inside your panties, Hannah?"
She pushed her lips tight to my ear and whispered hard enough that the
heat of her breath fueled my fire like a ton of coal, but soft enough
that nobody else could hear what I'd ached to capture for so long.
"They aren't my panties, Julian. They're KNICKERS!"
"Ohhhhh! So, you want me to push my hand inside your knickers, then?"
All she did was shrug her shoulders and remain silent.
I waited for almost a minute before doing anything, part of my hand over
and part inside her underpants. Neither of us were brave enough to
move, uncertain if 'someone' would be in trouble if one of our fellow
spectators found out that we were playing a very special private game
outside with so many people around. Even in my reluctance to shift my
hand fully within the snug confines of her undergarment I was able to
enjoy the heat and softness of her smooth tenderness, the plump rise of
her mons little more than an inch away from the tips of two fingers.
Hannah solved the problem for me by shifting around under the blanket
and holding my hand tightly against her body, my fingers encouraged to
travel the remaining distance toward Heaven. It was during an
impressive multi-color chrysanthemum burst that my hand cupped the
fullness of her naked yonni, my middle finger directed straight along
the soft alignment guide that Mother Nature had provided Hannah directly
between her plump labia.
Hannah immediately drew in a deep breath and went rigid, her thighs
tightening slightly but not hampering my ability to extend the ends of
my other fingers as far down as they could travel. With untold
thousands around us, hundreds of whom were representatives of the local
constabulary, I began to gently wiggle the end of my middle digit in and
out of the warmest, softest, and hungriest little foreign nether lips in
the whole state of Kentucky.
Hannah's hips began to undulate into the intrusion, a series of rhythmic
gyrations against the loving attack of my finger hinting that she was
having just as much fun as I was. My horny little British guest never
said another word nor uttered a single sound as I began to tease ample
lubrication from her tight vaginal orifice and work my nasty digit
repeatedly against her aching nubbin, her eyes closed and her mouth open
slightly.
Right in the middle of Hannah's first sexual experience in America
Aileen turned slightly and looked toward us, saw that her daughter must
have fallen asleep on my tummy, and smiled at me, a smile from me ample
indication that I was happy to remain as the child's eager playmate.
Instead of getting up to wrest her daughter away from me Aileen turned
back around and nestled her head against her husband's, a long kiss his
reward for letting me fondle their little girl.
I could sense Hannah's first cum was little more than a minute off, her
heart hammering in her tiny chest, her hips pushing skyward into my
invading digits with brief lunges, and a shared cadence that was being
offered to a preschooler by a formerly lonely and very horny widower
turned international pedophile.
Just before her first orgasm with me Hannah clamped her thighs closed
with my hand and fingers captured painfully between her luscious limbs,
whimpered loud enough for me to take pity on her, and relent for a
minute or two. I didn't want to relinquish my hold of her plump and
silken charms, but doing otherwise might offend her, so I slowed down
and only cupped my digits over her sweetness.
Our shared experience was far more comforting to the preschooler than I
had imagined, both of her hands holding onto my arm and keeping my hand
inside her knickers rather than forcing me to remove my appendage. Once
she was conscious enough of her surroundings and instead of lying silent
for even a few moments, she tilted her head back again and whispered to
me loud enough for her mommy to hear.
"Julian? I need to wee."
Aileen turned, looked right into my eyes, and nodded to me, wordlessly
confirming that 'I' was supposed to take the little angel to the loo.
Who was 'I' to argue?
Rather than scare the woman to death and leave her with the impression
that I might never return I retrieved my cell phone, showed her what my
number was, had her encourage Vince to hand over his phone so she could
enter my number, and then test for how well our electronic marvels would
work on that hillside. The instant my phone lit up and I felt it
vibrate in my hand I pressed it to my right ear, smiled at Aileen, and
said, "Hello lovely Aileen" when she'd done as I did.
I could tell Aileen felt a lot better after that, and I knew she'd be a
*bit* less worried about what I might do with her daughter out of her
sight. With a second hint from Hannah that she needed to go 'wee' I
carried her away from our campsite and repeatedly pointed to the long
row of dark blue portable potties that were my young British guest's
focus. My real focus was between her chubby thighs, but I wouldn't be
able to enjoy that treat until after we were within one of the plastic
hideaways from everyone else's sight.
Since most people were dutifully watching the overhead display there
wasn't a line in front of the blue portable potties, Hannah hugging me
amorously as I walked toward one under an overhead sodium lamp. Just
before I ventured within one I turned to look back in the direction of
our small campsite, Aileen looking at me with a very concerned
expression. I knew to ease her fears slightly by waving and pointing
toward the loo that we'd step into for just a minute or two. I saw
Aileen smile nervously and then wave one last time before I opened the
door.
Once inside I flipped the latch to LOCK and set Hanna's sandalled feet
onto the bench to the side of the cavernous opening where she'd soon be
squatting.
"Hannah? How badly do you need to pee, Angel? Do you need to go really
bad, or would you let me go first?"
She immediately lifted her dress and displayed a half-removed pair of
knickers, my immediate response to tug her panties the remaining
distance toward her knees. Assuming I'd be able to get away with
anything, as long as I didn't hurt her, I pushed my left hand between
her soft thighs and cupped her cunny, giving her a tight squeeze.
"Are you okay, Kitten? Is your puddin all tender right now?"
Rather than amplifying her need to urinate, it seemed to relax my young
guest, her thighs parting another inch or two and her body shivering out
of excitement. It felt so nice to have my hand cupping her sweetness
that I decided to try something that I'd never been able to before.
"Hannah? Would you mind if I went pee before you did, because I think I
need to go pretty badly right now? May I?"
All I got from her was a single half-lidded and very restrained nod.
Using my right hand I undid my jeans, pulled them open and down just
enough to let my aching cock snap out, and then began to slowly wanker
off. Hannah just stood there in the corner of the small plastic and
fiberglass room, her eyes closed, her mouth open slightly, and her hands
holding her dress high enough for me to look at my fingers tickling her
naked cunny. It was probably the most exquisite and immoral thing I'd
done in my life, my eyes taking in the beauty of her preschool charms as
I tickled and masturbated her clitty, her soft whimpers and quiet moans
filling just enough of the brightly lit room through the thin white
translucent roof for me and nobody else to enjoy.
It was far too much for me, my right hand working my cock back and forth
as my left kept up a constant series of tender tickles for my little
girlfriend, a hip-crunching orgasm filling my body with more
testosterone and adrenaline than anytime before in my life.
As a cascade of white slimy packets of goo were ejected from the end of
my willy Hannah stood erect mystified, her tingles coming back but her
curiosity far too much to keep her eyes closed while 'I' was grunting
and moaning.
Once my cum had been completely enjoyed, I wiped the end of my dick with
a few squares of paper as Hannah maintained silent vigil, the buzzing
between her legs slowly growing to an almost painful crescendo. It
didn't take me more than a few more seconds before I emptied my bladder
for the first time in half a day.
I didn't want to remove my hand from between her thighs, but in order to
pull my shorts and jeans back up and make my deportment appear normal it
was a basic requirement. When my ears heard a gentle complaint after
her plump and bald charms were uncovered I was truly surprised and very
pleased.
"No, Julian! Tickle me some more!"
To my amazement, Hannah resisted my withdrawal, a wide smile erupting on
my face.
"I'll give you some more tickles in a minute, Sweetie. I just need to
get dressed first."
"Hurry!"
My shorts, jeans, and shirt were back to their normal and tightly
restrained locations soon enough, Hannah smiling as I carefully pulled
her panties completely off so I could give her a few more tickles first
and then help her go pee. It was a real joy for her to keep her dress
all the way around her upper body as I provided her support, the 'U'
shaped ring so wide at the front that she had no way of keeping her
balance at all. I didn't mind her legs being splayed all the way open
one little bit.
Rather than give her the remainder of her cum the first thing I helped
her do was to empty her bladder, both of us looking between her legs and
only me able to see exactly where the bright yellow stream came from.
It took a moment to figure out how I was going to pat her dry, the best
method seeming to be her standing on the black ring directly over the
gaping opening so I could do a good job. As soon as the paper was
dropped I worked the end of my middle digit between her labia and
directly into the snug opening of her growing babyhood, wiggling it
around a few times.
"Are you all dry now, Angel?"
I didn't even have the decency to let her answer before the face of my
thumb was tenderly rolling her nubbin around, her hips pushing forward,
and her thighs twitching with strong anticipation for what I'd already
started twice. She was close, but she must have been a bit too nervous
to accept what I wanted to provide, her hands gently tugging on my
naughty fingers so she could have a small rest. Her next one-word
admission proved I might have overstayed my temporary welcome.
"TICKLES!"
"Okay, Angel. It looks like you're dry now."
Using a small square of tissue I dabbed her cunny one last time, dropped
the paper into the opening, and set her feet toward the same side of the
bench as I had the first time. In little more than ten seconds, her
knickers were returned to their normal position, a single kiss directed
to her pantied quim for good measure, and a small giggle provided as my
reward.
"Tee-hee. You're funny, Julian."
Just as I walked up to the blanket where Vince and Aileen were watching
the overhead show the little girl's mother turned and smiled at us.
Perfect timing! Aileen seemed to relax quite a bit after that, her own
little girl back in the protected domain of our temporary campsite, and
Hannah and me nestled together like an American uncle and his British
niece.
I hadn't been lying down for more than five minutes with my back to the
blanket before Hannah silently requested I return to more lusty
pursuits, her hands tugging on my left under the cover of fabric
protection toward that luscious spot between her thighs. Knowing I
might be pushing my luck, I kept my hand on the outside of her panties
and gingerly caressed her plump pudendum for quite a while. I could
tell she wasn't altogether satisfied with the alternate location of my
hand, but my small adventurer never had the courage to challenge me for
more direct and intimate contact.
Three different times I pushed my hand into the snug elastic of her
underwear, gave her a few tickles and a nice long squeeze, and then
removed my hand only after a few seconds of fun. It seemed to pacify
her just enough, each new silent request from Hannah being expressed by
her head being turned and tilted slightly so our eyes could meet. None
of the most recent forays into her underwear were ever long enough, but
I was already taking tremendous chances by fondling and molesting a
British child with so many people around.
The array of brilliant and very noisy reports or 'bombs' signaled the
end of the show, lots of applause and cheers erupting from the long
embankment, park, and every comfortable grassy area in a mile radius.
Figuring that was the last I was going to have with my tiny lover I
pushed my hand all the way inside her panties and gave her one last
fondle, tickled her vaginal opening, and rolled her nubbin around.
Hannah giggling and wiggling around as I molested her seemed to make her
Mum happy, because even while I had my hand inside her daughter's
panties the young mother kept smiling at me and seemed to be holding
back her own giggles.
Once I'd given Hannah a good tickle and had enjoyed what might have been
my last fondle I removed my nasty Yank appendage, she turned completely
over on my tummy, and gave me a long hug. Moments later all three of us
were standing and surrounded by thousands of people who had the same
need to either leave or find the potties.
Hannah was a smiling and affectionate snuggle-bug from then on, her head
resting on my shoulder, and her arms locked around my neck so tight it
almost hurt. Aileen let me keep possession of Hannah and Vince helped
his wife fold the groundcover, the little girl's parents hugging each
other and looking at me and my new young British chest ornament once
they'd folded the cloth into a small rectangle and then handed it to me.
It was while the three of us were moving with the crowd as a single mass
toward River Road that I got Vince and Aileen's attention and asked them
what their plans were for the rest of the evening.
"So, what sort of fun are you two interested in later this evening?
There are lots of parties and dance clubs in the area if you'd like to
spend a bit more time enjoying my fair city."
"Well, we'd like to, Julian, but we don't have anyone to watch our
little one while we're gone. We have no desire to leave her alone in
the hotel room so some dirty louse could steal her away from us while
we're sporting about."
"Well then, tonight just might be your lucky night. After the four of
us have a late snack, would you like to leave her in my care until your
return? I'd be happy to take responsibility for Hannah until you both
have danced the night away."
I could see the look in both of their eyes, an awareness that I might
have been waiting for just such an opportunity to take their daughter
from them and never be seen again. I had the perfect answer, one that
only a loving parent might have accepted.
"Not having any way to confirm anything about me other than my cell
phone number, what if I gave you my driver's license to examine and a
major credit card as a measure of security? I'm not trying to buy your
little one, but at least you would have something fairly personal of
mine until she's back in your arms."
Both of them smiled for a moment but didn't say anything. I needed to
add more and took the chance they'd resist my idea.
"If you'd feel better about it we could also stop at one of the local
police cars along the way and have them confirm my name, address, and
photograph on their mobile computer right there in front of you. I have
no desire to frighten you or give you the impression that I have any
intentions to steal your angel away from you."
Both of them blushed at my directness, but they seemed more comfortable
that I knew why they'd be reluctant to give me such unprecedented access
to their little girl. That's when Aileen pulled away from Vince and
pushed her arms around my body, a tight embrace something that surprised
both of the men in her small but happy band.
"Thank you, Julian. I really appreciate you're being so direct about
why we'd be worried about Hannah. After that other British couple lost
their daughter in Spain while on holiday we've been on pins-and-needles
worried sick somebody might spirit Hannah away if we left her alone for
a minute or ten."
"It would be careless of me to disregard what you two might be feeling,
Aileen. How about if we head off toward a local eatery first and see if
we can find a policeman along the way. Once you're comfortable with my
identity being confirmed we can talk about where you two can spend the
rest of the night having fun."
Just as I'd indicated I led them toward the first police car we saw and
attempted to prove my integrity, but both Aileen and Vince refused to
let me bother the cop. The only thing they let me do is provide them
with my business card, more a formal means of personal identification
than an actual reference to any professional trade associations since I
was retired. The entire time we walked to and then sat down in a noisy
but comfortable gyro restaurant on East Main three quarters of a block
from North Preston Hannah was resting her head on my shoulder and
hugging my neck lovingly. It might have appeared to everyone around us
that Hannah was my little girl instead of Vince and Aileen's, and I
liked that idea and wanted to encourage that notion as much as I could.
We had a few drinks, non-alcoholic ones for me and my young date, had
some samples of some truly great Greek food, and talked about what they
could do over the next day or two. I was able to share lots of
wonderful ways to be distracted in my home town, and I saw a growing
contentment within both young adults that might eventually prove quite
beneficial to me.
We talked, laughed, joked around like family, and eventually began to
discuss their visit to America and how at least the older two in my
small group wanted to spend some quiet time alone. Hannah might have
understood what her Mum and Dah were referring to, but in her sleepy
haze she never once removed all doubt by coming out and telling me that
she was looking forward to a baby brother. It was while I was trying to
work my way into her Mum's heart that Hannah was resting quite
comfortably in my arms and making me wish for a long night of loving
relaxation so I could enjoy her charms just like she was my shoulder.
As if I'd been able to establish myself as a trusted friend Aileen
snuggled close to me and began to whisper something more than I could
have hoped for in the ear opposite her little girl.
"Julian ... now that Hannah's asleep I can share that Vince and I would
love to spend a little time alone in our hotel room. She's everything
to both of us, but even with her holiday in America something we want
so much for her to enjoy we need a little private time to express our
affections for each other, and she might wake up while we're embroiled
in some amorous pursuits ... if you take my meaning."
"I completely understand, Aileen. The way you two keep looking at each
other I'd imagine you'd very much like to enjoy some adult time in your
room without having to worry about waking Hannah up. She might be a
sound sleeper, but holding back on your loving pursuits might make your
stay in my fair city and country less enjoyable. Why don't you let me
assume responsibility for her tonight ... or all weekend if you like,
and when you're ready to be parents again just call me."
"You're such a love, Julian. Are you sure you don't mind?"
"Not at all. Don't give it a second thought."
At the end of our visit at the eatery I was pleasantly surprised when
they agreed to let Hannah come stay with me for three whole days so she
could spend some time in my pool, and so they could tend to their desire
for some adult time alone. That way her folks could visit my city for a
little while during the day without a complaining and tired little girl
slowing them down, and they could then spend some quiet time alone late
in the evening in their hotel room and rumble around between the sheets
in an attempt to create a baby brother for my lovely little playmate.
Without any direct references so my preschool partner could catch on
they hinted repeatedly that they wanted to practice adding to their
household by at least one more small individual. Hannah's presence and
intense curiosity while all the huffing and groaning was going on would
certainly limit their activities greatly if their lustful bedtime
activities stirred lots of noise and subsequent curious questions.
I walked with them to their downtown hotel on West Jefferson near South
Brook with a sleeping Hannah in my possession, gathered up some of my
anxiously awaited younger visitor's personal things, and after I located
my car took my dormant and comfortable visitor straight to my house, my
tired but happy guest sleeping almost the whole way in her child safety
seat behind me. When we got home I brought her and her things inside
and sat her on the warm padded commode ring in the hall bathroom so she
could feel comfortable. That was the perfect excuse for me to keep her
panties off, her sandals, socks, and dress removed moments after. After
she'd emptied her bladder I carried her nude preschool body with me to
my main room.
In the quiet of my living room I held a naked and sleeping five year old
British child on my lap, her thighs gently held as far apart as they
could comfortably be spread, and my fingers lightly caressing her vulva
from asshole to clitty. She looked so at ease that I didn't have to
wait very long before I repositioned her onto the buttery soft warmth of
my leather couch and slipped down the front onto the floor. My visitor's
position allowed me to press my face directly between her thighs and up
against the softness of her plump, bald, naked, and luscious pussy.
I gently nuzzled, kissed, munched on, and licked that darling twat for
almost two hours, Hannah just lying back and enjoying a whole new means
of being pleasured while she slept. Her fat cunny was so much fun to
look at, lick, and touch, two plump slivers of living peaches resisting
each of my tender insinuations, a long tight slit that did its best to
keep my tongue from venturing as far between and along its length as I
could reach, and her vagina, anus, and clitty unable to prevent what I'd
wanted to do with a little girl for so many years.
Heeding what my late wife had told me about her nieces I took Hannah to
the potty after the third hour into my adventure between her knees and
let her empty her bladder once again. Knowing that she'd feel better
with a long sleep after I had my face and hands tucked snugly along her
naked glory I took her to my guest room, pulled a tiny pair of knickers
onto her legs and began to tuck her into bed. But she looked so sexy
lying on that big bed that I drew her panties down her thighs halfway
and stared at a naked pussy that looked so plump and sweet. Her
developing little boobies urged me to kiss and then suck on each of them
as well until her nipples were erect.
I was about five minutes into sucking on her nipples, wiggling the tip
of one middle finger into her tight pussy, and rolling her clitty around
with the face of my thumb when Hannah began giggling at me, squirming
around under my face, and enjoying a whole new way to say goodnight.
"Tickles!"
But instead of making me stop she hugged my head and kept her legs
spread, seemingly to invite further loving abuse. As soon as she lifted
her bare feet and cocked her legs out I knew I was going to be in that
one spot for a while.
That's all the proof I needed that she liked what I was doing, each of
her erect little points nibbled and sucked on until she was a writhing
mass of happy little girl. To give her a modicum of relief, I began
working my way down her tummy, leaving a trail of kisses and a light
sheen of saliva, and then tickling her wildly when I wiggled my tongue
into the small indentation of her bellybutton.
Hannah might never have enjoyed such personal pleasure before she'd met
me, my fingers and thumb only barely acknowledged while I blew burbles
into her belly and tickled the small crater just above where the elastic
of her knickers normally rested.
After a minute of sweet torture I pushed my way further south and kissed
and then nibbled on her plump mons as my thumb was drawn away. Her
joyous vocalizations fell away just as quickly as they'd started, her
breathing deeper and more rapid than at any time since I'd been her
caregiver. With no hesitation at all I pushed her panties the rest of
the way down her legs and off, Hannah lifting her first and then her
other foot high enough to rest each one along my back, and then gently
resting her hands on top of my head.
She never once issued any evidence of discomfort or concern for safety,
a continuous series of whimpers and low moans coming from a little girl
who hadn't even gone to first grade yet. Hannah was far more interested
in the nice new tickles that I was providing, her soft thighs hugging my
ears, my nose resting on her fat mons, and my tongue teasing every
measure of wetness out of her pussy so I could draw it up toward her
clitoris.
Hannah finally began to accept that I was going to give her a special
tickle like none other previously experienced, her hands holding my head
in place, her fingers gripping huge wads of my hair, and her calves
wrapped around the back of my skull like a compliant little love bird
should. When her cum eventually began to reveal itself to her she was
mewling like a lost puppy, her hips pushing into my face, her hands
holding my mouth in place, and her thighs twitching in a cascade of
quick convulsions.
And then it happened!
The first of her many orgasms spilled forth, a whole new viscous
emission coming from deep within her tight cunny tasting like I'd hit
the jackpot at a preschool brothel. I kept her peaking for over five
minutes, Hannah's desire to keep me right where I was with her strong
grip around my head until she fell faint under my face.
It felt wonderful to lick and toothlessly munch on her plump quim, my
tongue teasing every ounce of sweet nectar from within her snug vaginal
opening and then sucking it down like a man who'd just survived a long
and torturous journey across a vast desert.
The first time she stirred I was lying next to her in the dark and
softly caressing her naked body, my fingers frequently dipping between
her thighs so I could give her a nice 'cuddle'. Each time my longest
digit would slip under I'd rake the tip of my finger into her tight
slit and steal some wetness to lubricate her nubbin. The poor thing
must have been in sensory overload, because her hips never stopped
quivering or undulating into my touch. I eventually took pity on her
and just kept my fingers cupped over her puddin, the warmth imparted by
my comforting embrace enough to stir a deep sigh from my naked friend.
Around three in the morning I got a gentle nudge in my chest, Hannah
anxious to disturb my sleep long enough to gain my attention.
"Julian? I need to go wee!"
"Alright, Angel. Up we get then."
I loved the feel of her bare skin against my body as I hefted her into
my grasp and carried her to the bathroom. I knew turning the lights on
would be a bit much after so many hours in the dark, but I needed to see
my lovely guest in all her nubile beauty.
"Keep your eyes closed, Kitten. I'm gonna turn the light on so I can
see what I'm doing when I help you go wee."
Hannah tucked her face into my shoulder moments before I flicked the
lights on, the near-blinding glare forcing me to pause just long enough
to regain my composure. After I was stable enough to proceed I moved to
the commode and set her round and bare little girl ass to the padded
seat and then waited for Nature to take over.
The entire time she emptied her tiny bladder Hanna kept her eyes closed
and tried to remain asleep. I didn't mind, because I was able to stare
at her little boobies and erect nipples centered on bright pink pads of
circular sweetness. Once she was finished I dabbed her puddin, lightly
tickled between her plump nether lips, and then lowered my mouth to her
vulva for a quick kiss.
Rather than be horrified at my Colonial manners Hannah giggled, splay
her thighs further apart, and thrust her chubby hips forward, telling me
wordlessly that she liked the way I made her smile.
"Tee-hee."
"All dry under here! I guess I better take you back to bed so you can
get some rest."
"Julian?"
"Yes, Kitten?"
"After you lay me down can you give me some more tingles, please?"
"And how would you like me to do that, Kitten?"
"Would you lick me with your tongue, please?"
"Sure, Angel. But you need to tell me if I do it too much, okay?"
"It's never too much, Julian! You tickle my peepee really nice. I hope
you'll make me tingle all over a whole lot until we have to go see my
Mum and Dah."
"I'll make you feel all super tingly until you tell me to stop, Kitten."
"Julian?"
"Uh huh?"
"Do I gotta wear my knickers at your house?"
"No, Angel, you don't have to wear anything at all. In fact, tomorrow
when I take you to my pool out back you don't even have to wear a swim
suit. The only thing I'll need to do is cover you with some sunscreen
so your lovely body doesn't get all burned, okay?"
"Okay, Julian. I'll let you do whatever you want to, then."
After I lay her down to bed and snuggled alongside she finally whispered
something that I'd craved to hear a child tell me almost all my life.
"Julian -- you can lick me now."
Without any form of verbal response I wiggled my way down and then
centered my face between her upturned thighs, my mouth landing perfectly
onto the smooth and puffy sweetness of her naked pussy.
Rather than stir any more cums out of her preschool body all I did for
the next two hours was gently make love to her naked puddin with my
tongue and lips. Hannah felt so relaxed with my constant ministrations
that she actually fell asleep under my face with her legs cocked out and
her small hands around the back of my head.
The next morning was a little rougher on me than I'd envisioned, but
with my naked playmate and sleeping partner still pushing up into my
mouth I kissed her pussy 'good morning' and then stuffed my tongue as
far into her snug vagina as physical limits would permit. There was no
way I'd be granted entry, but I'd always wanted to tongue-fuck a little
girl. Hannah was quite the trooper and after she woke up never pushed
my face away or whimpered at me as if she was in pain. What an angel.
I knew what responsibilities I had first thing in the morning, so I drew
my mouth away from her bright pink and highly manipulated vulva, rose
from the bed, and then lifted her into my arms. Our first stop was the
bathroom, her little bum nestled onto the padded ring before me so she
wouldn't have any form of discomfort during her stay. Once she was free
of anything liquid and while she was yawning I dabbed her pud, lifted
her into my arms, lowered my shorts, and then emptied my bladder as
well. Strangely, Hannah never once attempted to take notice of what I
looked like, her head tucked against my neck, and her right cheek held
snugly to my left shoulder.
We ate traditional breakfast fare and then I cleaned up the area so we
could concentrate on having lots of fun. The first thing that I made
available was a tour of my place, a 3400 square foot house something
that nearly made Hannah speechless with amazement. Once she'd seen
enough she stared wide-eyed into my face and exclaimed her surprise.
"WOW, Julian! All this is just for you?"
"Uh huh. After I lost my wife in the Middle East I've had this place
all to myself. Do you like my little house, Kitten?"
"I think it's WON-der-ful! I sure could be happy living with you,
Julian. You're such a nice man and have such a nice house."
"Well, do you think your folks would like to come stay here instead of
the hotel, Kitten?"
Hannah pulled back slightly, stared into my eyes for a few moments,
lowered her gaze to her fingers as she fumbled with the collar to my
t-shirt for a minute, and then she softly whispered words that must have
been influenced by all of the wonderful tickles that I'd been giving
her.
"Do they gotta come stay with us just yet, Julian? I'd wanna be just
with you so we could play some more."
That was my cue to press my lips to hers and give her a little kiss, one
of our first while we were alone.
"We don't have to have them around just yet, Kitten. I think I might
like to give you a lot more tingles until you're really happy."
"Then ... we can be alone for a bit?"
"We sure can. What would you like to do first?"
She shrugged once and then smiled as a blush slowly overtook her face.
I suspected I knew what she wanted and how she wanted to play, but I
just loved the idea of a little girl asking to be lingually and orally
masturbated. I leaned closer to her face, kissed her cheek, and then
whispered softly.
"Tell me what you'd like to do, Angel. Julian will do whatever you'd
like for as long as you'd want him to."
It didn't take her more than ten seconds to build her courage and then
to share what she was thinking after she pressed her lips to my left ear.
"Can you give me some more tingles before we go swimming, Julian?"
Rather than answer her, I smiled, kissed her again, and then took her
toward the bedroom where we'd been all night. As soon as she was lying
back her thighs came apart, her hands shot forward as an invitation for
me to draw closer, and I lie down between her knees. In moments I was
again enjoying the plump silky softness of a little girl's pussy with my
lips, tongue, and eyes. Hannah seemed just as enthusiastic for me to
keep my lingual entertainment up, her fingers frequently combing through
my hair and her digits intertwined as she gripped my head and urged me
to keep my focus on her pleasure.
It felt so erotic to hold her chubby thighs to my ears, the satiny
smooth warmth of her baby soft skin a narcotic that I was highly
addicted to and saw no need to fight. She was having such a good time
that she kept drumming her heels along my shoulder blades and must have
been flicking or wiggling her toes wildly as I gave her minute after
minute of lingual pleasure. We were the perfect immoral couple, my need
to sample the tender warmth of a little girl's genitalia, and her need
to be tickled and licked for as long as her host was willing to.
I could have spent the rest of my life right there between her thighs.
By the time we were splashing around the pool for an hour it was time
for a break so we could eat lunch and take a rest. I called ahead and
had a medium sampler pizza delivered, Hannah absolutely ecstatic as she
ate naked on my lap, her face around her mouth covered with tomato sauce
and a little olive oil. She was a real beauty as she snuggled with me
like that, a few shared nibbles of our midday repast and then a number
of sips of ice laden and highly sweetened soft drink to wash it down
with.
After our faces were wiped clean and the kitchen returned to its normal
order I carried her to the potty so she could take a break after and not
be hampered by any biologic requirements. As soon as she was gently on
to the smooth cool surface of my leather couch her eyes were closed and
she was asleep.
I tenderly caressed and fondled her nude body as she rested, enough soft
touches to help her feel at ease, but none intense enough to stir any
desires for sexual pleasure. Five minutes after she was in dream land
and resting comfortably under my ogles and touches my cell phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Julian? It's Aileen."
"Well, hello there, young lady. How are you and your hubby doing?"
"Quite well, thank you. How about your young visitor? Is she minding
you as she should?"
"Hannah has been the perfect guest the whole time she's been here,
Aileen. In fact, were it not for my promise to you and Vince last
night I might be tempted to steal this precious little angel away and
call her my very own."
"My, my! Listen to you. But you've obviously switched little ones some
time since we left our daughter with you, Julian, because our terror is
far from the precious angel you've so sweetly described."
"Perfect! Then my ploy has worked and I'll be a happy man for the rest
of my life."
"You're such a cad, Julian. Is Hannah right there?"
"Sure, but she's asleep at the moment. Would you like for me to wake
her so you can warn her about a Yank trying to talk her into staying in
the USA until she's old enough to marry?"
Aileen hesitated for a moment, probably unsure if she should be so bold
as to ask me to wake her little one, but obviously anxious to know that
her child was indeed alright. I solved that problem by tickling Hannah
between her legs just enough to get a nice giggle out of her.
"That *tickles*, Julian! Stop!"
The squeals and giggles that filled the room around me carried through
my cell phone and into Aileen's ear, a stifled giggle of her own coming
back as a measure of acceptance. As soon as I was sure Hannah was awake
enough I knew to resolve the strong need for the young mother to chat
with her little one, and I tugged Hannah into a vertical position and
nestled her snugly to my body while she yawned.
"Kitten, your Mum wants to chat with you for a minute. Here ... take
my phone and chat her up so she can feel better about you being my
little mistress in the USA."
Hannah giggled, yawned again, and then accepted my phone. Thankfully I
was close enough that I could hear both sides of the conversation.
"Tee-hee. Mummy?"
"Hi, Moppet. How's Mummy's little girl?"
"Fine, Mummy!"
"Are you okay, Moppet? Are you having a good time with Julian?"
"Oh, YES, Mummy. Julian has a lovely house and it's huge! His pool is
almost as big as our house back home and his house has more rooms than
most castles in Scotland. I'm having a great time."
"That's wonderful, Hannah. And everything is okay, Puddin'?"
I knew what Aileen was trying to press Hannah for and waited anxiously
to see if the little girl might spill the beans. I didn't have to wait
very long to find out if the cops might be showing up fairly quickly.
Hannah looked up into my eyes, grinned, and then blushed. We both knew
what her Mum was asking about, and I was pleasantly surprised when my
young guest softly responded.
"Uh huh. Julian has been a good man to me, Mummy. He hasn't hurt me
none nor made me do nothing naughty. He's made me feel all super happy,
and he's just like a Dah."
I could almost picture Aileen sighing with relief.
"That's wonderful, Moppet. I'm glad we found Julian yesterday at the
celebration."
"Me too, Mummy. Julian has made my holiday in America fun."
After a moment's delay, Hannah sounded a bit less enthusiastic and
lowered her voice enough to sound pitiful.
"Mummy, are you and Dah gonna come and get me now? Can't I stay just a
bit longer with my new friend, Julian?"
"No, Moppet. We aren't gonna come take you away from your own holiday
with Julian. We just wanted to check on you and see if you're okay."
"Then ... I can stay with Julian for another day, Mummy?"
"If you're a good girl you'll be able to stay with Julian for a few
more days, little one. How do you like that idea?"
"GOODIE! Really, Mummy? I can visit with Julian that long?"
"I think so, Moppet. Now ... hand the phone to Julian so I can check
with him for a bit."
"Okay. Thanks, Mummy! Bye."
"You're welcome, Hannah. We'll chat you up in a bit."
"Here, Julian. My Mummy wants to talk to you now."
"Hello?"
"Julian ... I really appreciate what you're doing for my little girl.
Vince and I were a bit concerned this morning about her well being, and
we felt quite guilty about leaving her with you so abruptly. Maybe the
scare that we had with that other little girl in Spain still haunts us
quite a bit more than we'd care to believe. I suppose all those
American beers we drank yesterday sort of hindered our good senses."
"Well, I tell you what, Aileen. How about if you and Vince come visit
with us either today or tomorrow so I can show you some of the same
hospitality that I've granted my little visitor here? You're welcome to
bring your bathing suits and be ready for a nice dinner after that.
I'll have some food made available so we can all take a nice rest and
enjoy some of the local cuisine. What do you say, and please say yes."
Hannah looked at me with a disappointed expression, her time alone with
me to be limited while her folks considered intruding in her temporarily
private domain.
"Wouldn't we be intruding, Julian?"
"Come on, Aileen. You're perfectly welcome to come see what Hannah and
I have been up to. I'd be a true cad if I didn't consider how you and
Vince feel about your little girl staying with an older man neither of
you had met before yesterday. Now listen, I insist that you tell me
when we can expect you so I can get the house and kitchen ready for your
arrival. I'll be offering steaks, corn on the cob, potatoes, lots of
typical American brew, and a bunch of typically Yankee desserts to
follow it all down. If you say no then I suppose I'll just have to turn
my phone off and whisk your little one to some secret hiding place until
she's eighteen and old enough to be my wife or mistress."
"You Yanks are all alike. Such brutes and cretins!"
Aileen hesitated for a moment, cupped the phone mouthpiece so she could
chat with Vince, and then returned about fifteen seconds later.
"Julian ... Vince and I would love to accept your invitation. How
would tomorrow afternoon sound to you?"
"It sounds perfect! I'll get the place ready, round up some typical
American dinner fare, and then we can all have a summer visit that
you'll all remember for many years to come."
"Wonderful! You're such a real gentleman and a truly magnanimous host,
Julian. I can't imagine how happy my little girl must feel while she's
visiting with you."
"Suffice it to say she's smiling more often than anything else."
"Alright then, how about if we bid you a good day until tomorrow?"
"Fine. Call me anytime tomorrow morning so I can give you directions,
and be sure to bring whatever supplies you'd feel comfortable with. My
place is very nice and you'll be able to relax in complete privacy the
whole time you're here. Oh, and remember that my phone is always on, so
if you need to call and chat with Hannah just give a ring."
"Have a good evening, Julian, and thanks again for being such a
wonderful representative for your country."
"You're welcome, Aileen. Have a wonderful evening."
"Cheerie-o!"
"Bye!"
Maybe I was trying much harder than I should have by trying to sound
British, but Aileen didn't seem to mind too much.
As soon as I ended the call I tossed the phone to the coffee table and
dropped Hannah backward to the cushions on the couch. She squealed for
a moment in surprise, and even before she stopped bouncing I lunged
forward and began to nibble wildly on her tummy, ribs, thighs, and arms.
She was squealing and giggling louder and with more enthusiasm than I
could have imagined.
It was while I was holding her arms up over her head in one hand and
licking her underarms that she finally couldn't take any more and let
out an ear-piercing cry that sounded as if I had hurt her. But with a
high pitched laugh to follow it up with I knew she wasn't in any pain.
"NOT THERE, JULIAN! DON'T LICK ME THERE!"
I pulled back slightly, nibbled on her sides and then centered my mouth
on one erect little nipple. It didn't take more than three hard sucks
and a wicked array of flicking licks before her laughter turned into a
long slow round of sighs that told me everything I needed to hear.
Her hands were set free after which she wrapped her arms around my head
and hugged me lovingly, combing through my hair as if to tell me that
she truly enjoyed my constant attempts at tactile pleasure.
I went back and forth from one erect little nipple to the other small
boobie, her baby fat pads of softness just plump enough for me to
tenderly distort her flesh with each inward push. I literally feasted
on her small breasts and kept drawing her closer to that goal that we
both seemed to crave with increasing frequency and duration. As soon as
I felt her begin to push against my shoulders and the top of my head, I
knew what she wanted me to do next.
For almost three hours I munched on and licked her plump pussy, giving
her cum after wonderful preschool cum. Hannah was like a bag of sexy
bones by the time I finally drew my face away from between her thighs.
I didn't really want to stop her pleasure ... nor mine, but I had to
consider something other than a constant lingual feast.
Without any verbal cues I lifted her into my grasp, settled her onto my
chest, and her head onto my shoulder for the brief ride to the potty.
In a matter of a minute or two she was comfortable again and anxious
enough for yet more lingual pleasure that she lie back on the couch,
splay her legs completely apart, lifted her feet into the air, and then
reached forward for my face. I kept her thighs pressed tightly to my
ears and my lips snugly to her naked vulva for the next hour.
In spite of the wonderful meal of little girl pussy I'd been enjoying
almost all day food was again a requirement that couldn't be avoided, so
I carried Hannah with me to my master bathroom suite, stripped myself
down to nothing, and then proceeded to bathe both of us in my shower.
It was while I had a head full of shampoo that I felt a pair of small
hands gently begin to explore my manhood, her tiny digits so erotic on
my cock that I secretly wished she'd be willing to share what I'd been
doing to her all day and the previous night. But all she had the
courage for was a long digital exploration of my masculinity, her
actions and manners slow and curious. It felt wonderful.
Once I was completely clean and rinsed, I knelt down in front of my
young guest and began to wash and then rinse her lovely blonde hair.
She really loved the sensation of my fingers strumming across her scalp,
a relaxed smile on her face and a half-lidded gaze into my eyes that I
knew had come from absolute contentment. After I rinsed her lovely
locks, I applied just a tad of hair rinse gel and then gently soaped and
fondled Hannah for the next fifteen minutes.
Playing with her lovely little body while bathing her was a celebration
in hedonistic revelry, my preschool visitor giggling and squealing when
I tweaked her nipples, washed her underarms, cupped and fingered her
bum, and then washed that delicate acreage that I'd spent so much time
face first in for hours. It was only when I turned her around to wash
her back that I saw an exquisite little ass that I just couldn't resist
any longer.
Positioning her much closer into my body I nestled my cock between her
thighs from behind and urged as high as I dared until we were very
nearly joined. At first Hannah thought I was just playing and tickling
her some more until I hit her snug vaginal opening with the end of my
dick and then pulled back slightly more and worked my cock-end snugly
against her pursed opening further back. She must have quivered and
trembled for about half a minute, unsure if she liked or absolutely
adored the feel of my cock gently teasing at her backside.
The proof of her need for plenty of physical love was when she began to
wiggle her bum backward into me, arching her back slightly, and daring
me to tease at the intense grip of her ass. The soap and water was far
too much lubricity for me to resist, an upward and inward push that was
met by her downward and backward hunger. The instant I felt her muscles
give way and allow my glans to slip past, we both gasped.
We remained in that one dangerous position for a few seconds, unsure if
the other person was going to be brave enough to implore for more until
my naked and formerly innocent little partner pushed back just a bit.
Hannah seemed to want me to plug her tight little British ass with my
Yankee cock, and I had no desire within me to resist her unspoken plea.
To make our international immoral union a much more celebrated and
mutually pleasurable event I slipped my right hand around her hip and
my digits down to her plump nether lips, my middle finger locating and
then subduing her clitoris in a matter of seconds. My left hand then
hugged her tight to my chest as I gently rolled and then tweaked her
small nipples, the sensation of her baby fat boobies completely
accepting of my loving ministrations.
As soon as her next cum began to take hold I undulated my hips forward
in small thrusts until every inch of my cock disappeared between her
luscious soft cheeks. It was only after I was completely within her
body that Hannah began to whimper fairly noticeably, the rocking of her
soft round ass onto my dick and the predictable shoves so the fullness
of our junction could be enjoyed to the fullest.
I kept her peaking for almost ten minutes while increasing the length
and speed of my movements, my little naked playmate fully ensconced in a
whole body orgasm when I looked down and saw just how hard I was fucking
her in the ass. The poor thing knew nothing other than lust and sexual
need while I kept up her anal abuse, my fingers keeping her at a state
of utter euphoria. My cock repeatedly worked back and forth inside her
preschool body until I felt that familiar if highly immoral sensation of
sperm as it began to surge upward.
As a last measure of mutual pleasure I held her tight to my body, began
to explore her vaginal opening with my middle finger, and rolled her
clitoris around with my thumb. She literally wailed as I gave the child
another cum and thrust up into her silky smooth little girl ass.
By the time I'd stopped convulsing Hannah was out of it, limp in my
arms, her body completely spent, and her ability to remain upright
totally absent. It might have been cruel to keep fucking her tight
little ass, but I knew I'd never be able to share in such a wicked and
immoral physical relationship with such a tender child and kept up a
continuous and slow undulating movement. Her ass relaxed a little bit
after she fainted, and that only served to encourage me to have yet
more wicked sex with her.
What a mess I made of us in the shower.
After I washed the evidence of my perverted deed off my cock, from
between her cheeks, and then everything down the drain, I tenderly
checked her for any damage or injury. The pursed grip of her anus was
slightly red, but was no worse for all the abuse. Just as I was about
to rinse us off one last time I could see evidence of her next need.
She predictably had an unspoken requirement to empty her bowels after I
fucked her behind and I barely got her soft butt to the padded commode
seat before I was provided with a very smelly reward for all my
thrusting. Still dripping from the shower, I wiped her bum clean and
then carried her back into the warm water rain of our bath.
She was carefully washed once again, checked for any further evidence
that I'd taken something that didn't belong to me, and then the water
was turned off. Even with Hannah limp in my arms, I was able to dry her
small body and lie her down on the fuzzy carpet in front of the shower
before she began to stir. The first thing she did when she opened her
eyes was to blush, and then grin.
"You okay, Punkin?"
She nodded at me and then thrust her arms toward my face. That was my
cue to lift her into my arms and give her a nice, long, slow hug. Her
kiss was just an added bonus.
After we were both dry enough I brushed her hair, tied it back into a
single pony-tail, and then lifted her into my embrace so I could put
some clothes on her.
"You up for a nice visit to a fancy restaurant, young lady? I feel like
showing you a good time and making you smile."
"Are we gonna go on a date, Julian?"
"Uh huh! Just you and me, Kitten."
"Where are you gonna take me?"
"To a nice place that has some food and stuff that you'll really like.
Can I make it a surprise?"
"Okay!"
"Then, let's get you dressed up in a nice outfit that shows off your
pretty legs and cartooned panties, and then we'll be off in a bit."
After I slipped a nice shirt, socks, slacks, and shoes on, I helped
Hannah don a pair of brightly colored and highly illustrated panties.
As a measure of fun, I lifted her to the bed and began to toothlessly
munch on her pantied puddin, another round of welcome giggles and
squeals my immediate reward. I then helped her slip her socks on, and
then drew a pretty and nicely short frock on that barely hid the bottom
portion of her underwear. Her sandals were added and we were finally
ready to go have dinner.
She never imagined such a big restaurant could exist, and the immense
game room was an instant hit. We ate, played, drank, and had hour after
hour of fun, my little playmate eventually growing tired by 8:30 that
evening. I felt like the luckiest man alive as I carried a tired but
very happy little girl in my arms back to my car, Hannah nothing more
than an exhausted child with a lifetime of happy memories.
The sound of her 'wee' in my bathroom after I undressed her urged me to
try what we had in the shower, but she was far too tired to want that
kind of exercise, so I relegated my attention to tender kisses, quite a
few gentle sucks and licks, and lots of petting. By the time we were in
my bed and she was nestled naked against my chest backward, my face hurt
from all the smiling. As a last measure of lurid sex with a preschool
little girl I slowly caressed her small breasts and tickled between her
chubby thighs until I was able to play with her clitoris. I left both
of my hands against her body and eventually closed my eyes so I could
finally get some rest.
That night I had wonderfully erotic dreams of having sex with Hannah,
her plump little ass pushed back onto my cock and her whimpers filling
the bedroom with immoral passion. We were quite the pair in my dreams
as I thrust repeatedly into her tight bum, the small size of her body
not permitting me anything more than penile-to-sphincter pleasure.
"JULIAN! JULIAN! SLOW DOWN!"
"Wha ... Huh?"
"Slow down, Julian! It feels good but not so hard, okay?"
What had been a wonderful dream was in fact my second successful attempt
at anal sex with a little girl, Hannah's pitiful voice urging me to take
it easy on her so I didn't injure the very prize that I cherished so
much.
"I'm sorry, Babydoll. I must have started dreaming about us doing
naughty things and kinda got carried away. Are you okay?"
"Uh huh! Just go a slower, okay?"
"Okay, Precious. I'll go nice and slow so it can last a little longer."
"Julian?"
"Yes, Punkin?"
"Can you take a long time like you did before and make all the tingle
feelings last until I fall asleep again?"
"Sure, Angel. I'll make you feel all super good for as long as you
want. You just tell me if I push too hard, okay?"
"Okay, Julian. Just ... push into my bummy really far and tickle my
peepee with your finger so the nice tingles will make me feel all super
buzzy and stuff."
For the next few hours I slowly made love to that little girl, her ass
just as eager to be invaded as I was to violate her body. Since I'd
emptied and cleaned her bowels out before I knew we'd have a nice long
and slow session of sex until either she got too irritated, or I got too
tired to keep pumping her.
When we woke up the next morning Hannah looked and sounded more like my
impossibly young wife than a preschool foreign guest in my home, her
actions driven more by a need to see me happy than for her to enjoy her
holiday. She kept smiling as she stared into my eyes and even caressed
my face while I began to fuck her ass once again, our morning session
with her facing me and sitting naked on my hips. She watched every one
of my lurid expressions as I repeatedly thrust up and into her tight
grip, an occasional flinch by my younger lover reminding me that our new
position might be tougher on her. But my young lover never once asked
me to stop our immoral game, the back of her soft thighs pressed into my
naked hips as I carefully lunged each time toward the ceiling.
By the time we got out of bed Hannah was practically glued to me, her
arms around my neck, her head resting on my shoulder, and her hands so
snugly gripping around my noggin that I was sure she'd cry when it was
time to put her down.
I gave us both a quick bath to remove any evidence of my having sexed
her all night, and then we got something to eat. After a short break we
headed to the pool for an early morning workout. It appeared she hadn't
anticipated going swimming in a pool completely in the nude with a
stranger, but Hannah seemed to like the idea of having the sun shine on
parts of her body that most likely would remain covered for many more
years to come. The fact that she and her folks had visited lots of
clothing-optional European beaches meant she was familiar with other
people looking at her lovely body. I guess that's why she didn't mind
me staring at her so much.
Right at 10:00 my cell phone rang, a look of disappointment on Hannah's
face telling me that she didn't like the idea of our privacy being taken
away. To allay her fears I gave her a very adult kiss on the lips and
then answered the phone.
"Hello?"
"Morning, Julian. It's Aileen."
"Good morning to you, young lady. Would you like to chat with your
little girl first, or are you calling to tell me that I can keep her
until she's old enough to accept my marriage proposal?"
"You're such a tease, Julian. I'll bet Hannah is grinning like a
Cheshire cat at the moment."
"She is."
"Actually, I'd like to know if your offer of a swim and a nice dinner is
still open."
"It certainly is! Which of you two is going to be the navigator?"
"I'll be reading the map and the street signs, and Vince will be at the
wheel. I'm far too uncomfortable with you Yanks driving on the wrong
side of the road."
"Yeah, but since we Americans never took to jousting, we didn't know any
better and started to drive on the right side of the road, not the wrong
side."
It took her a moment to get the joke, but as soon as she did she
giggled.
"Right side -- RIGHT! By-the-by, how did you know about the reason for
us driving on the correct side of the road?"
"British history. I learned that knights held their lances in their
right arms, which meant that they had to approach their opponents from
the same side. You folks just never stopped meeting on that side, and
pretty soon your cars were being made with the steering wheels on the
wrong side too."
"Cut it out, Yank, or I'll take your playmate away from you."
"Oops! Okay ... no more driving jokes."
"It's okay, Julian. I'm not really upset, but I am a little surprised
at just how informed you are. You're quite the host, aren't you?"
"I'd imagine Hannah thinks so. Now then, get out a local map and a pad
of paper so I can tell you how to get here."
"Right!"
"Actually ... left!"
"Stop, you!"
She wrote everything down that I told her, parroted back each detail I'd
provided, looked at her map, and then told me she'd traced a long line
from their downtown hotel to the outskirts of town where my place was.
They'd be arriving in two hours time, so it was necessary to get busy.
I let Hannah remain naked as I made the rounds of the house and then
began to get our food started. Even as I was actively trying to prepare
for her parents' arrival my little playmate just had to have a little
fun and encouraged me twice to pick her up and give her a few minutes of
lingual abuse so she'd be relaxed and happy. For me to spend every
extra minute having oral sex with such a little girl was a thrill that
had no equal for me. I literally had my face and tongue in Heaven when
my petite British guest was tugging on my ears or hair, her desire for
lots more fun shared by her adult partner. To see her body shudder and
hear her sigh after each orgasm she had was a sight and sound to behold.
When Vince and Aileen arrived it was as if they'd never seen a big house
before. Hannah was allowed to press her feet to the floor of my house
far more frequently after her folks got there than before. She was
dressed in a bit more relaxed attire, a tiny one piece swimsuit just
enough to cover where I'd spent the better part of two days and nights
licking between her thighs and sucking on her nipples. I could still
see the obvious split between her legs as she led her folks on a quick
tour, and I ogled her little boobies as she shifted this way and that.
Rather than commit to eating right away, Hannah asked for a much more
entertaining distraction.
"Julian? Can we go swimming before we eat, please?"
"As long as your Mum and Dah say it's okay, then we can all pile in and
go splashing about until we're good and tired. Then we can eat, have a
little nap, and then visit for a while until we get cleaned up. After
that, all of you are my guests for dinner at a big hamburger place and
then some outdoor fun. What do you say to that?"
Rather than Aileen complaining her husband decided to pipe up.
"Julian! NO! You're doing far too much as it is."
"No I'm not, Vince. You folks are guests in my country and home town,
and I plan on making your visit here a memorable one. Besides, if I
don't show this little sweetie a good time she may not want to come
back next year and spend the entire summer with me."
"HONEST! You'll let me come visit next year, Julian?"
"We'll see about that later. For right now how about if we put some
sunscreen on so you don't start to look like a lobster, young lady?"
Aileen didn't even balk at my suggestion and almost giggled her next
query.
"You really don't mind watching after Hannah, do you Julian?"
"Not at all, Aileen. It's almost as if she was my very own little girl
and someone I could spoil rotten. You're just making it easy on me
'cause I know you'll have to pick up the pieces after you go home."
"Right! And when you're back here in America and she's bawling her eyes
out back home 'cause she hasn't her best playmate, I'll be the one to
have to spank her bum and then comfort her afterward."
"Hannah and I will have a nice long talk before she leaves so she knows
that her vacation in America isn't to last when she gets back home.
She'll be aware of her manners and responsibilities once she's back in
Britain, and if she doesn't mind you as she should she won't get
another chance to come visit next year."
Hannah was the bright little girl I'd hoped she would be and helped her
mom and dad with a bit of psychological fuel to maintain an ongoing
visit in Heaven.
"I'll be good, Mummy, I promise! Can I come see Julian next year too?"
"We'll see, Moppet. For right now, how about if you let Julian get you
covered with sunscreen so we can go swimming."
"Vince ... Aileen? Come with me so I can show you your room. You can
leave your things and change into your outfits there. After lunch
that's where you two will take a short nap to recover enough energy so
we can get cleaned up and then make our way to dinner. Come on."
I helped Vince carry a small travel bag to a spare bedroom with Hannah
nestled in my other arm as if she were my own little girl. The look on
my little lover's face expressed every measure of happiness and comfort
as I directed her folks to their private suite, a large bathroom at
their beckon call, and even a small sitting area available so one or
both of them could relax before emerging ready to swim.
"Aileen? Would you mind if I disappeared for a bit and took care of my
little girlfriend? I'd rather you two be completely relaxed and think
of this as your second home while I apply a layer of bright white goo to
your little girl."
It was only after I uttered the words that I realized what I might have
inferred, my cock throbbing for a second at the prospect of having
another quick fuck with Hannah's tight ass. If we had time I might like
to cover the preschooler with some white goo, but I certainly couldn't
leave it there afterward. I'd then need to put some sunscreen on her.
"You're such a dear, Julian. Go ahead and take care of your adopted
daughter while Vince and I get changed."
"Fair enough. If you like amble off to the kitchen for some
refreshments. I've got at least half a dozen brands of our local
Pilsner, and you're welcome to sample from any or all of them."
"You really know how to treat a guest, don't you?"
"I try."
With a broad smile on my face I carried Hannah toward my master bedroom
suite so I could strip her completely naked, give her a couple of
minutes of lingual pleasure, and then apply the much needed white goo to
her body. I'd then wash her clean and put her sunscreen on.
My tiny lover knew to keep her voice down when she had her next
preschool orgasm and even grinned wickedly when she lie back, splay her
plump little butt with her short fingers, and invited me in. It felt so
erotic to slowly fuck that little girl in the ass while she had her
bottom lip sucked between her teeth and her eyes were filled with fire.
I wasn't sure who enjoyed our sex more, me or Hannah.
By the time we emerged from my bedroom hallway Hannah looked quite a bit
more relaxed and kept looking into my eyes as if she was totally and
completely in love. The fact that I gave her a nice cum with my tongue
and then slipped my cock into her ass for a quickie must have afforded
her the impression that we'd be doing that every chance we got. After a
quick wash and a few more long licks I applied her sunscreen and then
pulled her swimsuit into place.
In order to preserve her parents' impression of just how wonderful I
was I let Hannah splash and frolic in the water with her Mum while
Vince and I moved between the pool and the kitchen. What I hadn't
anticipated was Aileen being brave enough to strip her top off once she
was aware of how much privacy she had. That lovely little blonde Brit
mommy looked like a real hottie, her smallish tits perfect for her size.
It only took a few round-about questions for me to confirm with Vince
that they'd often spent summers in Spain and the Mediterranean, many
of their beaches clothing optional. I certainly didn't mind.
It only took another few minutes after the girls were tired enough to
get out before I had everything set up and the food piping hot. We ate
lunch on the patio, Hannah on my lap, much to her Mum's disapproval,
and Aileen bold enough to remain topless at the table. Her attitude
toward partial nudity took me a little by surprise, but I certainly
wasn't going to impose any rules about making her wear anything. If she
was brave enough I'd even let her strip her bikini bottoms off so I
could see if her bum and cunny were as pretty as Hannah's.
The food was done to perfection, the dessert chilled and ready for
eating, and then my two adult guests invited to relax with a brew in the
large entertainment area. Hannah remained attached to me like a human
barnacle, her grasp around my neck ample indication that she had a
living relative in the USA who she could come visit any time.
As I'd anticipated my older guests were just tired enough to need a
short nap, so I encouraged them, with a little push-back, to go sleep
until they felt rested. They would then be encouraged to shower, dress,
and then join me for dinner and some more fun.
I half expected Aileen to ask Hannah to join them, but I was quite
pleased when I heard the young mother say something that filled me with
boundless joy.
"Julian you be sure to wash Hannah well before you lie her down. I
don't want her getting your bed linens dirty with the sunscreen."
"Not a problem, Aileen. I'll give her a quick bath so she can take a
nap all nice and clean."
"What a boyfriend you've become, Julian. Hannah's quite taken with you,
you know that, don't you?"
"Yes, I've noticed. I'm also quite enamored with her as well. You two
have a nice nap, and if you need anything just make yourself at home.
You know where the kitchen, the entertainment room, and the pool are, so
don't hesitate to relax, and remember, you're on vacation so have fun."
"Right! See you two in a bit, then."
"Okay."
I didn't even get all the way around the corner before I felt an eager
pair of preschool lips pressing into mine, Hannah much more anxious for
more love and sex than I'd believed. By the time we were naked and in
the shower, her small hands were working me over quite anxiously. It
didn't take more than a single hint for me to kneel down so she could
nestle her naked butt backward onto my cock, her whimpers just loud
enough to carry if she got too excited.
While I washed my little guest, I gently fucked her tight ass with slow
and determined thrusts and masturbated her until she came, twice. It
was an achievement that nobody would ever know about and something that
I would cherish for the rest of my life.
I felt pretty nervous as I carried Hannah to bed, both of us naked and
ready for a little more fun. But once I lay her in bed on her back all
of my anxiety was gone and I tongued my little lover until she gripped
my ears hard enough to genuinely hurt. It felt good to endure that kind
of pain, her upward undulations and the feel of her naked vulva against
my mouth something that I would miss in little more than two days. I
suppose that's why I couldn't stop playing with, fondling, molesting,
tonguing, and butt-fucking my little playmate so often, because I knew
it would all be over way too quickly.
Sleeping might have been an easy enough task, but I hated to waste
precious time when I had such an anxious and willing young playmate
available in my bed. Being the practical sort I let her fall asleep
first, kept my face between her thighs, kissed and softly licked her
pussy over and over again, and smiled as I used her chubby thighs as my
pillow and her pussy as my plaything.
Right at 4:30 that afternoon all four of us met in the entertainment
area, Hannah still sleeping in my grasp with her head on my shoulder.
"Good gosh, Julian! You're gonna give my daughter the wrong impression
if you keep carrying her around like some slave. Are you daft or
something? Nobody can afford a little girl *that* much affection."
"Not true, Aileen. I've always craved the sensation of a little girl in
my arms, and Hannah is gonna get the benefit of my needs ... unless you
tell me otherwise. If you're offended I'll stop treating her like some
kind of little British princess."
"No ... that's okay."
Aileen most likely wanted to say more, but she must have wanted to keep
her little girl happy and her host eager to help with that task.
In spite of what could have been a little troublesome topic I looked at
Aileen's husband and asked a simple, if typical, question from their
host.
"Did you two have a nice rest, Vince?"
"Julian ... I don't know how to say this other than just to say it.
You've been such a wonderful host and we'll never be able to repay you
for all your hospitality. We can't thank you enough."
"Vince, you don't need to say anything at all. It's my pleasure to be
your American host and the long distance boyfriend to your little girl.
Hannah being with me has given me a whole new happiness that I haven't
had since I lost my wife in the Middle East. If I didn't know any
better I might change my mind about finding another young lady to marry
so I could have a little angel like the one in my arms."
Any emotional reluctance the young Brit mother might have had a moment
or two before was gone when she looked into my eyes and whispered.
"If you get married, Julian, it will break Hannah's heart. She's fallen
completely in love with you, and I can tell she's going to be really sad
when it comes time to say goodbye."
"I know, Aileen. I've thought about that and there's no easy way around
it. But she's just a little girl, and as soon as she gets back home and
has lots of handsome Brit distractions she'll quickly forget about me."
"You can't possibly be that daft, can you Julian?"
"Why would you say that?"
"That little girl in your arms is going to spend the rest of her
childhood dreaming of being your missus, and when she's finally old
enough she'll be crushed because by that time you'll have already
found another."
"Well ... I guess I could wait until she's at least sixteen, huh."
"Right, Sport! She'll be begging to move to America before she's
twelve years old."
"Although it sounds like a wonderful idea to have a twelve year old wife
none of the courts here in the USA approve of little girls that age
becoming spouses. It might be a good idea to encourage her to find a
nice Brit lad to wed before she gets any silly notions in her head."
"We'll just have to work that out, Julian."
"Just so you know she and her parents are welcome to return to my home
as often as possible. Now that you've been in my home you're going to
be expected to return as often as you can."
Aileen's shift toward me and her snug embrace took me off guard, but I
didn't push her away.
I took my guests to Cousin's off highway 64 in far east Louisville. All
of us laughed and carried on like a bunch of children Hannah's age as we
munched on our food after we fashioned our custom-built burgers at the
six foot long condiment bar. My little playmate was never far from my
grasp, her hands eager to tug me close, and my fingers quite frequently
slipping up under her dress for a nice fondle of her pantied ass when
nobody could see. Aileen and Vince never once seemed too terribly
concerned about the casual manner that I kept holding their little girl,
even grinning at me when I was caught with a handful of tiny British bum
at least once.
I blushed as Aileen smiled at me, perfectly aware that she'd seen me
gently caress her daughter's pantied ass in the relative privacy of our
eating area. But what was really astonishing was when Hannah told me
something that I'd helped her with before, just without her Mum around
to interfere.
"Julian, I need to go wee. Take me, please."
The moment I glanced at Aileen she blushed and then nodded, perfectly
aware that I'd pulled her daughter's knickers down at least a half dozen
times already.
I carried Hannah to the bathroom, helped her go potty with absolutely no
distractions, and immediately brought her back to her Mum's presence.
The moment Aileen saw us behind them as my adult guests were looking at
some of the scenery she grinned but didn't do anything further to
acknowledge us. It was as if she knew we'd been naughty before and
reconsidered acting crudely in public.
We stayed there until almost 7:00 and then headed for an entertainment
complex that had everything from putt-putt golf, to go carts, to an
arcade area, and a laser tag pavilion. Rather than limit what my little
girlfriend could do I purchased 'Package 2' which included eight
attractions, four fountain drinks, and fifty tokens for the games. She
was treated to every game she saw, and I did everything possible to spoil
her rotten. Of all the things to direct my actions I didn't want her to
remember her visit to the USA, but especially my home and bedroom, as
anything but incredibly fun, and something that she'd want to repeat as
she got older.
Even with Hannah snuggled into my grasp and sleeping, I still encouraged
Vince and Aileen to finish their game of mini-golf, my movements around
them not nearly as animated as they had been a few hours before. Sure,
I was tired, but it was a kind of exhaustion that I eagerly welcomed for
years to come. It was just before the last hole that I got another soft
whispered request to take my little one to the loo.
That time after she emptied her bladder and with nobody around to notice
I lifted her onto my shoulders facing me and delved into her plump pussy
with the fanaticism of a pervert. Hannah might not have been looking
forward to a nice cum, but she never once pushed my face away from
between her thighs until it was too much for her preschool body. In
fact she was more likely to pull my face into her naked pussy than push
it away, her undulating hips into my mouth just the sort of confirmation
I needed to keep licking her vulva and sucking on her tiny clitoris
until she almost fainted. It might have been okay to return Hannah to
public view with her passed out on my shoulder, but since she'd been
carried in wide awake it wouldn't bode well for me to bring her back out
any other way.
The ride home was fairly quiet, Hannah resting comfortably in the small
child safety seat in back with Aileen as Vince rode in front with me.
"I really hope you folks had a good time tonight. I've really enjoyed
your visiting with me today and haven't had this good a time in years."
"Julian, I wish we didn't have to go home so soon, but there's no way
for me to extend our holiday on such short notice. The hotel is booked
solid and the rest in town are most likely equally as full. If you're
genuinely eager to have us back we'll plan for a longer stay next time,
if you'll really have us."
It was almost as if he was trying to tell me politely that they'd never
see me again, and I could feel my eyes tearing up. I was shocked at my
own deep emotional need for a preschool little girl's company, her
tender body and eager willingness to please doing something to me that I
couldn't have imagined. By the time we got halfway home Aileen was also
asleep in the back seat. It was only after I took a peek in the mirror
to confirm the girls wouldn't hear me before I offered something to the
man of their British household.
"Vince, I know you've got other plans, but you're welcome to stay at my
home tonight. I'd hate for you to have to drive back to the hotel and
deal with two sleepy ladies this late at night."
"Two?"
When I turned and looked over at him, he had an expression of dismay
plastered all over his face. It was only after I turned to look through
the windshield that I amended my statement.
"Well ... I kind of figured you'd take Hannah back with you when you
left. I didn't want to say anything to your daughter, but I assumed
this was going to be our last evening together and tried my best to wear
Hannah out so she wouldn't put up a fuss."
"You know my little girl better than I thought, Julian. How about if we
brought this up when we got to your house?"
"Sure."
We got home far too quickly for my tastes.
The moment the engine was shut off and the garage door closed behind the
car Vince stepped out and then began to tend to his wife's sleepy needs.
Acting as confidently as I dared I took possession of Hannah and made my
way inside the house. Moments after I was down the hall and around the
corner so I could help my little playmate go pee I heard the door to the
spare bedroom close. My heart raced at the prospect of having yet
another night alone with my little lover, but realized that kind of
freedom was more fantasy than anything else. Vince was most likely just
going to change, help Aileen tend to her personal needs, and get their
things settled behind a closed door so they had a modicum of privacy.
Once Hannah went pee, I wiped her up, licked her puddin a few times, and
then lie her down on my bed still dressed. A minute later I returned to
the kitchen to see if Vince or Aileen were ready to take possession of
their little girl and leave. What I saw instead was a sleepy Aileen
in bare feet and wearing a long t-shirt as she sat at the breakfast
nook. She was sipping on some filtered water and looked a lot more at
ease than I had expected.
"Everything okay, Aileen?"
"Oh yes. Vince told me of your kind offer after he got me roused
enough, and it really didn't take me long to consider and then accept.
Once he had a drink of water he bid me good evening and plopped down
into bed. Julian, I know I keep saying this, but you've been such a
wonderful host, and we're going to remember this holiday for many years
to come."
Even before she finished speaking I knew all of them were going to take
me up on the offer I made Vince. I felt wickedly pleased that I might
be able to snuggle with a naked preschooler, but knew to keep my joy
tightly constrained. There was no need to let the little girl's mommy
know that I wanted to run straight to my bedroom so I could sex her
child and feast on her tiny chubby body all night.
"I'm glad you've decided to stay the night. As I told you before you're
welcome to anything in my home at all, including a midnight swim if
you're up to it. I often spend an hour out there when I'm feeling a
little down and have no desire to limit your activities to just your
bedroom or the kitchen. I told you before, Aileen, and I really mean
it. You're truly welcome in my home and should feel perfectly at ease
to avail yourself of every convenience."
"A late night swim does sound quite nice. Would you care to join me?"
"Wouldn't Vince mind?"
"I hope not. I have no plans to go roust him up out of a sound sleep to
ask him."
"Then, I guess I'll meet you in a few minutes. I'll go get my trunks."
"Why bother, Julian? I know you don't wear anything when you're by
yourself and probably swim in the dark. Why inconvenience yourself just
because I'm here?"
For a moment I thought Aileen was encouraging me to make a pass at her,
but a fraction of a second later realized that Europeans had a much more
relaxed attitude about public nudity. The fact that we were perfectly
hidden in my private retreat and it was dark outside meant that there
wouldn't be any prying eyes to see my guest frolicking in the nude.
"I'll go get the towels, then. See you in the water."
"Okay."
When I returned to my bedroom I stripped Hannah naked, munched on her
pussy to take the edge off of my desire to have a go at her Mum, kissed
the little girl's lips, and then put her panties back on. Even before
she noticed me having my way with her preschool body she was slipped
under the covers and still asleep.
Aileen and I swam a bunch of laps in the pool and then climbed out to
chat in the cool night air. She must have had a very Libertine attitude
about my ability to see her, because she never once attempted to cover
any portion of her lovely nude body. Even in the subdued light of my
patio I could clearly see how beautiful she was. As horny as I was it
wouldn't take much for me to make a pass at the lovely young woman.
We sat quietly for quite a while, both of us relaxed and immersed in our
own thoughts. It was only a soft whisper that broke the silence.
"Julian?"
"Mmm hmmm?"
"If I could talk Vince into staying another day or two would you really
be open to hosting us? I've wrestled with asking you because I don't
want to appear too bold, but you've been such a wonderful influence on
our little girl and made her so happy that I just can't see tearing her
away from you so quickly."
"Is that the only reason, Aileen?"
Her hesitation spoke volumes, but I was still anxious to hear what she
might have to say. When she eventually began to speak again it was
obvious there was much more to their plans than I'd anticipated.
"No. Vince said he'd like to do some touring, but Hannah isn't one to
sit for very long in the car. She'd get bored if she had to be tied
down in her safety seat for more than half an hour, and it's obvious
she's much happier with you right now. If she was here with you then my
Hubby and I could amble off and see some sights like real European
tourists. What do you say?"
I didn't even hesitate to answer.
"Aileen, you're welcome to stay here as long as you'd like. I truly
meant it when I said that I'm honored to be your host in America and the
boyfriend to your little girl. If you think Vince would go for it, then
consider your stay at my home something that I'd insist upon. I mean
it, Aileen. You're welcome to stay as long as you'd like ... if you'd
like to be my guests."
"Thank you, Julian. I just wish ... "
"What, Aileen?"
She didn't say anything more for quite a while, a queer sound of a high
pitched whimper telling me that she might be crying to herself. Rather
than act foolishly and impose on her emotional state, I remained in my
chaise lounge and waited until she was ready to talk.
An hour later, I heard her softly snoring. Aileen had fallen asleep on
my patio, stark naked. I knew I just couldn't leave her like that, so
I slipped my underwear and a pair of gym shorts on and lay a towel over
her nude form as I softly called to her.
"Aileen? Aileen? Honey, you fell asleep on my patio."
"Pardon?"
"You fell asleep on my patio, Aileen. We need to get you up and to
bed."
"Alright."
Instead of rising on her own she did as her little girl had before and
extended her arms toward me as if to ask to be picked up. I got a
sudden rush of excitement at the thought of holding her naked body close
to mine, but realized I could just think of her as my younger sister or
someone I wouldn't consider molesting. The fact that I would have
fucked my younger sister if she'd been tired and naked for me might have
told me to cool my jets, but I still had an intense need to show my
British guests a good time ... without the ladies of their group
feeling as if they needed to fear me.
It took a few moments and two attempts, but I was able to get her hefted
into my grasp still partially covered with a towel. A minute later I
was making my way through my house with a nude British 'bird' in my arms
and dreaming of a chance to 'have a go' with Aileen.
Lying her in bed next to Vince was a very peculiar task, my hands
pulling the covers just far enough back to work her feet inside. To add
to the bizarre sense of hospitality as soon as she was comfortably
nestled in bed I leaned down and gave her a little kiss right on the
lips. What I heard a second later got me thinking I should have spent a
few more minutes with my lips pressed to hers.
"Thanks, Julian. You're such a dear."
"Good night, Aileen."
"Night, Honey."
I walked out of the spare bedroom with a hard-on that needed some
serious stroking. I dare not consider going to bed with a little
preschooler like that, so I ventured off to my master bathroom suite and
masturbated. Had I not taken care of my needs I might have raped Hannah
in her sleep.
Just before climbing into bed I took Hannah to the potty one last time,
dabbed her plump nether lips dry, but took no liberties with her body.
For some strange reason I felt guilty wanting to enjoy the softness of
her silken skin and brought her back to bed without incident.
A minute later we were both sleeping comfortably and nestled in each
other's embrace.
I woke up to the smell of coffee and bacon, a momentary lapse of memory
allowing me to believe that my wife was alive and well. When I felt
Hannah's hand inside my shorts and her fingers around my cock I knew it
wasn't my late wife making herself at home in my kitchen. That's when I
decided to make myself at home with my sleeping partner's body.
"Turn over, Kitten. I need to play with your bum for a bit."
"I need to go wee first, Julian, okay?"
"Sure, Kitten."
She peed, I wiped, I kissed, and then licked. By the time we were back
in bed, her panties and my shorts had mysteriously been removed and she
was wiggling her plump little ass onto my naked hips. It felt so
utterly normal to fuck that little girl in the butt, her rhythmic moves
into me and my fingers tickling her clitoris into absolute nirvana
almost like a normal course of my new life. We shared a rather nice cum
that morning with at least one of her parents up and around.
It felt hideously erotic for her small round ass to be worked so hard
against my bare hips, her two luscious pink globes of satiny soft
smoothness enough to urge me to play with her some more. After we
kissed and I played with her body with my fingers and tongue I gave us
a nice quick shower. I know I was pushing it by encouraging her for
more sex, but just couldn't keep from touching Hannah and then whisper
for her to play with me.
"Touch and play with my thing, Kitten. I like how you touch me."
"Tee-hee. Kay."
She giggled so sweetly as she played with and rubbed my cock up and
down, her small fingers coated with a clear ooze that seemed to
encourage her to want more. I secretly wanted her to kiss and then lick
me as I had her, and even for her to open her mouth and accept as much
of my manhood as would comfortably fit. But she was just a little girl
and her folks were still too close to attempt such a daring exercise.
By the time we emerged from my master bedroom suite Hannah was wearing
her one piece swimsuit and nestled in my embrace, her head again on my
left shoulder, and at least one of her small arms around my neck. I was
getting very accustomed to her having that position and knew it wouldn't
last much longer. I could only hope Aileen could talk Vince into a few
more days so I could share in a lurid and immoral physical relationship
with my tiny lover. To hear Aileen sound so chipper was in stark
contrast to how she might have lambasted me if she'd known what we were
doing in bed and my bathroom.
"Morning you two! It's about time you rousted out. If you didn't come
stumbling out for another few minutes I was going to break the door down
and come looking for you."
"Morning, Mummy."
"Morning, Moppet."
"Good morning, Aileen. Where's Vince?"
"He's taking advantage of your hospitality and doing a few laps. Would
you like to go take a swim with your Dah, Moppet?"
"Can Julian come with me, Mummy?"
"For now, how about if you left him with me, Moppet? I promise I won't
steal him from you, okay?"
"Okay, Mummy. Come on, Julian. Let's go say 'hi' to my Dah."
"Back in a minute, Aileen."
Once Hannah was her father's responsibility I returned to the kitchen
just in time to be handed a cup of coffee. It had been a long time
since someone else made my coffee at home, and I felt as if I was a
guest in my own house.
"Thanks, Aileen. I appreciate your making me some java."
"Actually, I was going to thank you again, Julian, because you've been
such a "
"Okay, Aileen! I know. I've been such a wonderful American host."
Out of nowhere and with no forewarning Aileen turned in place, cupped
her hands over her mouth, and began to sob. I felt horrible!
"Oh, Aileen! I'm so sorry, Honey!"
The moment I touched her shoulder she spun in place and engulfed me in
her snug embrace. What had been a fairly quiet cry turned into a bit
more of a struggle for her to suppress, her face buried into my right
shoulder, and her hands literally tearing at my shirt to hold on
tighter.
I didn't know what I'd said that triggered such a violent and abrupt
reaction, but the best thing I could do at the moment was to just hold
her and wait long enough. I had to wait for almost five minutes.
When she finally collected her composure Aileen sniffed a few times,
wiped her face with the back of one hand, but she never let me go. It
felt odd for her to be that comfortable, but since I'd been such a
strong influence on them in such a short time I attributed her manner to
a friendly demeanor that was more pure and innocent than anything else.
Sure, I could have taken advantage of her and groped her as I had her
little girl, but Aileen's husband was little more than a hundred feet
away and carrying on with their little girl.
"I'm sorry, Aileen. I don't really know what I said, but I truly
apologize for offending you. I supposed that's why the Queen got so fed
up with me and my kind back in the day and just kicked us the Hell out
of our comfy colonial homes, huh?"
Her unexpected brief giggle was a welcome sound, a small smack on the
outside of my arm my reward for breaking her mood.
"Tee-hee! Brute! Don't you know any better than to make a girl stop
crying?"
"Actually, most of my youth was spent trying to *keep* a girl from
crying, 'cause I was usually a bit more of a cad than I am at the
moment. But if you're not careful I might slip down that dangerous road
again and show you that we Americans can be a randy lot with plenty of
crude manners and wandering fingers. And it might be best if you
weren't so close to me while you're at your weakest, young lady. You
might find that my hands have a mind of their own."
"I know how to handle little lads like you, Julian. All I've got to do
is show you that I've dropped my knickers, give you a quick go, and
you'll be eating out of my hand ... or anything else I want."
"Whoa there, young lady! You better not encourage me too much or I
might give Vince some good old American competition."
Aileen held me a bit more snugly for a few moments and then tilted her
head up to kiss my cheek.
"Thanks, Julian."
"For what, Aileen?"
"For making me feel like a young lady again."
"You're welcome, Aileen. But ... it really might be a good idea if you
let me go or I might forget you're someone else's wife. I haven't been
held quite this amorously by a lovely young woman in quite a while, at
least by a pretty thing older than five. I hope you're not offended by
my direct manner."
"Not at all. In fact, you're gonna make Vince's day if you keep talking
like that."
"Really? How?"
"I might ask you to take our little girl to the park or the playground
for a bit so I can have a go with my husband."
"How about if I made a discreet exit right after Hannah and I had
breakfast? That way you two could enjoy some time alone."
"Julian, could you try any harder to be such a wonderful man?"
"Maybe ... but with what's going on in my head right now I wouldn't
imagine you thinking that highly of me if you didn't let go soon."
"And what would an innocent lad like you do with a randy bird like me,
anyway?"
Rather than tell her, I lowered my right hand just enough to caress her
back just above her bum. Instead of getting slapped or at least being
told to remove my appendage, Aileen whimpered. When she squeezed me a
bit harder and pressed her body more firmly into mine I couldn't help
myself and lowered my hand a few more inches. The feel of her soft
round butt under her t-shirt filled me with far more lust than I could
have or would have encouraged with Vince nearby.
"Are you so sure about my innocence now, Aileen? I'm not some timid
little boy who's too stupid to know how to make a lady feel good."
She didn't say anything to challenge my statement and kept a firm grasp
of my body with my hand taking long and lurid fondles of her bum. With
each second that passed I realized that Aileen might *never* make me
stop, so I allowed more of her soft butt to come under my control. She
never hinted that I was being a cad at all.
We stood there for the next minute as I gently caressed her plump fanny,
my digits slowly working the material of her top higher until there was
nothing between my fingers and whatever was underneath.
That's when I realized there wasn't anything underneath except her ass!
I must have massaged and fondled her bare bum with far more hunger than
I'd anticipated, Aileen's face tilted up so she could whisper something
into my right ear potentially my cue to stop molesting my lovely guest.
"Julian, please don't think ill of me, but I need for you to be naughty
with me for just a bit, okay? I promise I won't stop you or tell Vince
what we're up to, but I truly need for you to do whatever you will for
as long as you can. Would you please?"
"Aileen? Are you sure, Honey?"
"Please, Julian? I've always had a fantasy to be taken by a randy Yank
while my husband was just a quick shout away. I know it sounds wicked,
but the way I feel at the moment I haven't got a care."
I leaned back slightly, took a quick look toward the swimming pool, and
saw that Vince and Hannah were having a wonderful time splashing and
playing. That was all I needed to be certain Aileen and I wouldn't be
disturbed for a minute.
My right hand maintained a very ardent exploration of her soft bare
behind as my left took control of her chin, tilting her head back just
far enough for me to lower my lips to hers. She kissed me with far more
passion than I'd expected, some aspect of their love life spilling over
into my arena. When I felt her push her butt back slightly and spread
her feet apart, I knew what she wanted and needed.
It took no more than a minute before my middle finger was tracing a long
line up and down the crease of her ass, my digits dipping forward when
they were at their lowest point. A few seconds after she began to moan
into my mouth I tucked my fingers slightly further and tickled her soft
and dripping vaginal opening. She almost lost it right then and must
have liked my slow and loving manipulation of her naked glory.
There was something that I could do for Aileen that I'd been practicing
on her daughter, so I broke our kiss, took one more look outside, and
then lowered myself in front of Aileen. She was panting wildly as she
rested her hands on my head and closed her eyes.
Before she knew what had hit her my mouth was planted firmly on her
plump and neatly shaved pudendum, and my tongue was eagerly rooting
around to find her clitoris. Aileen's right leg was almost immediately
lifted and hooked over my left shoulder, and her fingers gripping huge
mats of my hair as I focused on her pleasure. She was quietly bucking
to a nice cum in little over a minute, her body already peaking and in
need of tremendous release. I was just the lucky jerk who got to work
it out of her.
As the fullness of her orgasm slowly abated, Aileen lowered her leg,
took a quick look toward the pool, and then lifted me back into a
standing position. Moments later, she was kneeling at my feet and doing
her best to undo my pants, her hands trembling as she fumbled with my
belt, snap, and zipper.
What I'd wanted Hannah to do for me no more than an hour before her
mother was anxiously hungry for. Just before she opened her mouth to
admit my cock, I stopped her and forced her to look up into my eyes.
"Aileen? Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Please, Julian? I need this more than you'll ever know."
I took one last look toward the patio and then nodded. Aileen wasted no
time and began to lovingly fellate me, her lips and tongue much softer
and far more able to manipulate me than Hannah's tight butt. I tried to
hold out and let that wonderfully erotic moment last more than a minute,
but Aileen was just too good and I was in terrible need of a blow job.
When I began to get close, I quietly warned my young female guest that
she was about to receive something that wasn't supposed to be on their
itinerary or her souvenir list.
"Aye-Aye-Aileen! Slow down, Honey. I'm gonna ... mmmmmm ... cum!"
Rather than listen to me, Aileen began to bob on my cock more wildly,
her frantic activity encouraging me to fill her mouth. Instead of
gripping her head as she had mine I lightly cupped my hands alongside
her ears and tried not to interfere with such a wonderful gift. The
moment I felt my balls tighten and an intense jolt of electricity shoot
up through my penis I did everything I could to hold back a loud moan.
The only thing that escaped my lips was a low grunt.
Aileen never once tried to resist what I was shooting over her tongue,
the hungry and desperate woman sucking and licking me almost as hard as
I did her little girl the day before. It was only when I became over
sensitive that I had to gently grip her ears so she would stop. Like
the ever-loving determination of a good wife, Aileen slowed her antics
but never completely stopped working me over. It was like a dream come
true as she maintained an almost continuous sucking and bobbing motion.
And then the impossible happened, that sweet tingle returning to my
balls until I knew I was going to cum a second time. As incredible as
it seemed, Aileen just kept sucking and licking me until I shot a second
batch of wasted baby makers down her throat. That was all I could stand
so I began to push against her face so I could rest and not get caught.
When I was able to collect whatever was left of my wits I looked down
to see Aileen smiling at me as she gently fisted my cock. There was
nothing crude or dirty about what she'd done, even though both of us
knew her husband was little more than shouting distance from us.
"My GOD, Aileen! That was incredible!"
"Did you like that, Julian?"
"Like it? I haven't had something that good in ... "
"You don't need to say any more, Julian. I appreciate what you mean.
But I have just one last request of you, Honey."
I knew what she was going to say and I began to shake. That lovely
young British wife whose husband and little girl were no more than
visual distance from our position was about to scare me to death. I
waited for what seemed like an eternity, only a second or two passing
before she mouthed me a few more times, licked me from balls to glans,
and then smiled wickedly.
"I need for you to take me to bed, Julian. Vince is going to be playing
with Hannah for another thirty minutes or so, and that should be about
enough time for me to accept the ultimate in your hospitality, or just
rape you."
"Aileen, I uh ... "
"Please, Julian? I promise I'll tell you why I'm doing this some day,
but for now, please accept that I know what I'm asking of you."
With my mind still stinging from her initial request the next thing I
remember was lying down on my own bed and inviting Aileen to come sit on
my hips. We merged like long time lovers, her pussy exquisitely tight,
and her vaginal muscles far more dexterous than any woman I'd ever made
love to.
Rather than quickly consummate our union, Aileen slowly writhed over me
as if I was torturing her internally, her top removed so I could also
enjoy the small breasts that I'd seen the day before. We didn't fuck
but made love for the next half hour, a long slow journey of sex that
was far more affectionate and romantic than anything I could have
imagined.
Even as I was about to pump her full of my sperm, she looked so sweet
and chaste, her body undulating like a drunken snake, and her pussy
gripping my cock like an extra pair of hands that emitted 100 degree wet
heat. I held out as long as I could and only began to relax when I saw
Aileen stutter and convulse to a very sweet cum. That's when I couldn't
hold out any longer and pulled her hard onto me.
As she thrust her naked hips onto mine we kissed and hugged like real
lovers, nothing held back, nothing considered, and nobody to know of our
immoral union for the rest of our lives. At least, that's what I was
hoping for.
By the time Vince and Hannah were dry and walking through the patio
door Aileen and I were putting the finishing touches on four full
plates of breakfast fare. I felt horribly guilty for fucking Aileen
with her husband no more than a room away, but she exhibited no such
guilt and eagerly hugged and kissed her husband as if nothing happened.
Hannah was permitted to come sit on my lap as we ate, her plate shifted
close enough so I could help her make everything disappear. We talked
about all manner of varied subjects, from what they'd seen so far, to
what they'd like to see before they left. I knew it would come up
eventually and was quite pleased when Aileen finally drew her courage
enough to ask Vince.
"Vinny? I know we've only planned for a short holiday and only have
reservations at the hotel until tomorrow, but Julian has been such a
dear and has asked me again if we'd like to stay here in his home. How
difficult would it be to change our airline flight back home so late in
our stay?"
Hannah immediately stopped munching on the last of her jam on toast, her
eyes bugged out of her head, and her lovely face completely blank.
Vince wasn't nearly as surprised as his little girl was, a smirk on his
face proof that he was already aware of his wife's desire to stay
longer. What took me off guard was how quickly he responded.
"Let me get a hold of British Airways and see what they'll do for us."
Hannah then decided to let us know that she was still alive.
"Honest, Dah? We can stay with Julian for a bit?"
"I'll have to check on our flight arrangements, Moppet, but if Julian is
still willing to host us for a bit longer, then "
"Vince, you and your family are welcome to stay here for as long as
you'd like ... a day, a week, a month, however long you'd like."
"Well then, I suppose I better get on the phone."
"GOODIE!"
To hear Hannah squeal and see Aileen smile wide filled my heart. That's
when I decided to prove that I was a better host than any of them could
have imagined.
"While you three work out the details of your return journey, I'll take
care of the kitchen."
"Julian! No!"
"Aileen, it's my kitchen and I want you out of it right now!"
My voice was artificially strong enough that Hannah turned in place and
looked at me with a frightened expression, unsure if I could speak to
her Mummy so rudely. When I winked at the little minx, she slowly let
out a grin and then gave me a nice hug.
"Seriously, Aileen. You've already done a wonderful job on breakfast.
The least I can do is help by washing the dishes and straightening back
up, okay?"
"Julian, I'm quite surprised at you. I thought you told me that I was
welcome in your home. Are you about to sound like the typical Yank and
go back on your word?"
Her wink was all the ammunition I needed to smile back.
"Fine, then. While you're tending to the dishes, I'll brew up a big pot
of tea so I can toss it into the pool."
Both Vince and Aileen burst out laughing immediately.
"Right! Good one, Lad!"
"Vince, why don't you go take care of the reservations while I take care
of this little girl. I'm sure she's just about ready for a quick trip
to the loo and then another visit to the pool. What-cha say, Squirt?"
To hear the preschooler share her affections for me was like the feeling
of coming home to a house of horny minxes.
"I love you, Julian."
Aileen winked and smiled at me as she rose and began to take some dishes
to the sink.
"I told you, Julian. You've got your hands full with my little girl now."
"I think I can handle this little wiggle worm, Aileen."
As soon as I got halfway through my last statement I began to tickle
Hannah's ribs and tummy with as much energy and enthusiasm as I could
offer, her squeals almost loud enough to shatter crystal. What her
mother said as she turned the corner from the breakfast area toward the
sink made me shiver and smile.
"You better run her to go wee or she'll wet your slacks, Julian."
"Oops! Okay, you ... come with me."
Vince stopped me before I was able to get my ass off the dining room
chair.
"Julian, you mind if I ... "
Without thinking about it I thought I knew what he needed.
"The phone directory is behind the door on the right of the desk. If
you need anything at all, Vince, just use it."
"Thanks, Mate."
"Back in a bit with a slightly more liquid free little girl."
"When I'm done with the kitchen, Julian, I'll meet you two in the pool."
"Okay, Aileen."
With Vince tasked with the airline reservations and Aileen humming a
tune while she busied herself in the kitchen I carried a smiling little
playmate back to my master bathroom. She looked so happy as I stripped
her swimsuit off and then settled her onto the commode seat, my chubby
little playmate giving me the impression that she was anxious to have
another quick cum once I was finished dabbing her puddin dry. But
rather than lean back and let me please her, Hannah whispered into my
ear and changed my plans immediately.
"Julian, can we go do our special game with my bum for a little bit?"
"Sure, Kitten. I think I'd like that very much, but we can't take too
long 'cause your Mum is gonna be expecting us, okay?"
"Okay, but can I lay down on your tummy like we were doing the mommy and
daddy thing this time?"
"You know about the mommy and daddy thing, Sweetie?"
"Uh huh! My Mummy told me how babies are made and what a mommy and
daddy do so a baby can be in the mommy's belly. She even showed me on
my peepee where a boy's thingy goes when it's the right time, so I know
how to do it and everything."
She hesitated for a few seconds and then amended her last statement.
"Can we try the baby making game for just a little bit instead of my
bummy, Julian, please?"
"You're kinda little, Hannah. Your peepee isn't quite big enough for me
to fit inside you, Angel. It would hurt a whole bunch if I tried to do
that with you, and I don't want to cause you any pain."
"But you can push your willy in my bum, and that hole's really small."
"True, but there's this little piece of skin that's protecting your
peepee, and for me to practice making babies with you all the time I
would have to break that skin and it would hurt pretty bad."
The fact that I told her I'd want to fuck her for hours on end was never
even noticed, and I was hoping she was thinking the same way once we got
past the preliminaries.
"Honest, Julian? You're not fibbin'?"
"No, Kitten. I'm not lying and I can prove it to you."
"How?"
"Let's get you lying down on your back, I'll lick you for a little while
so I can make you feel good, and then tickle you a little bit with my
finger so you can see. When you're feeling really good then I'll show
you just a little of what I mean by pushing inside your peepee a tiny
bit, but I promise I won't make that little piece of skin tear or hurt,
okay?"
"Okay."
As soon as my naked playmate was lying back on the bed she flopped her
lovely thighs completely open and rested her knees to the surface of our
comfy retreat. Moments later I lowered my face to her puddin and gave
her a few minutes of lingual pleasure. After she had a quick cum I
leaned back and began to wiggle my middle finger against the snug grip
of her vagina. At first she just grinned and waited, but once she felt
confident enough gripped my wrist in her small hands and began to
encourage more.
I was able to get the first half-segment of my finger inside her before
she flinched, her hymen stretching just enough to make her stop. The
snug grip of her maidenhead was already telling her that I might in fact
be correct about her being too young, but rather than push my hand away
Hannah gripped my wrist a bit more firmly, took more complete control of
her fun, and began to work it back and forth with short strokes into her
tight and developing body.
We were both really pleased that her fuller form permitted a greater
degree of intrusion than I could have anticipated, her chubby body an
indication that she might in fact be flexible enough to handle something
as lewd as intercourse at her age. It was the sensation of my finger
fully ensconced in her glove-tight pussy and buried to the hilt that
confirmed that fact to me.
"How do you feel, Kitten? You okay?"
"It, it, it feels like my insides are all super tingly ... kinda like
when you and me are playing our special game with my bum. Does that
mean that we can do the mommy and daddy thing now, Julian?"
"I don't know, Kitten. Are you sure you want to try?"
"Please, Julian? Me and my Mum and Dah might be gone really soon, and I
wanna pretend we were a mommy and daddy too. Please?"
I removed my digit carefully, licked and tongued her for a minute, and
then stripped myself naked. With Hannah lying naked on her back near
the edge of the bed I began to work the end of my cock up and down the
tight crease of her pussy until I found what we might regret as I tried
to violate her preschool vaginal opening. But she was far more anxious
to please and learn than I'd anticipated, her hands trying to grab and
pull me further forward.
The moment my glans popped inside we both flinched and stopped. It felt
so wickedly hot and tight inside her pussy and I would have been
completely satisfied to let that be our accomplishment, but Hannah
wanted more. By the time we had spent five minutes together I had half
my cock inside her and she was panting. I could feel my heart hammer in
my chest and began to build my movements into a delicate and rhythmic
undulation that felt so sweet. What I didn't realize at the time was
her lack of a fully-formed hymen, the original flinch I'd witnessed
nothing more than her vagina putting up one last struggle of virginity.
Hannah kept panting and whimpering the whole time most likely in quite
a bit of pain but accepting of our immoral union with the aplomb of a
teen on her first back seat date. To make her first real fuck a nice
one I began to fondle and play with her clitoris and nipples, my young
playmate and sexual partner becoming more and more aware of a new
feeling that was permeating her whole body.
When Hannah started to involuntarily lunge and stutter onto me I knew
she was close to cumming, so I did everything I could to amplify her
pleasure and make her 'first time' something that she'd always remember
me for. I would certainly remember her for letting me share it with
her, because a grown man will always remember his first underage girl.
As the fullness of her most wicked cum began to suffuse every corpuscle
in her small body I was much further along and quite a bit deeper inside
my young guest than I'd anticipated. When she came I couldn't handle
the strain and joined her in bliss.
I must have pumped her full of more sperm than I'd ever produced before,
her small body literally throbbing with each thrust and lunge. It took
a minute or two, but when we both came down from our immoral high Hannah
was nervously smiling and her lips were quivering. She'd had her first
lover, I'd had my first preschool virgin, and I was prouder than at any
time in my life.
Neither of us said a word for quite a while. All we could do was look
at each other, smile somewhat fearfully, and caress any portion of naked
skin that we could touch as I kept up a slow fucking movement back and
forth. Hannah meant more to me at that moment than any woman in my
life, such a precious and willing child eager to share something with a
man than she couldn't possibly have fully understood. It took a while
and I kept fucking her on my bed much longer than I had anticipated was
possible, but after I realized how long we'd taken I broke our lurid and
immoral bond and carried a tired but happy little girl to my bathroom.
After a quick wash and a very thorough examination to make certain I
didn't permanently and dangerously rip her apart I gave her a minute of
loving licks, lots of tender petting, and then proceeded to get her
ready for a day of fun in the pool.
By the time we emerged from my master bedroom suite Hannah had a grip
around my neck that was so expressive of her love for me. If her
parents had any sense about them they'd be able to discern that Hannah
and I had shared something more than just some soap, water, and time.
Thankfully, both Vince and Aileen were on the patio under a wide
umbrella as he was working diligently on their reservations. Instead
of them being worried about my taking so long with their little girl
they both looked concerned that they might not be able to alter their
plans and remain in my home any longer.
It was terribly crude to stop our forward movement before they became
aware of our presence, and I began to caress Hannah's plump round ass.
Hannah must have been bonded to me at a sexual level, because she
giggled and acted like the real coquette. Her whisper into my left ear
was the perfect cue to try a bit more fun.
"Tee-hee. Can you tickle me just a bit before we go swim, Julian?"
I shifted to an area of the living room that hid us well enough, but
allowed me to see both of my little lover's parents, and afforded me
enough room and time to discontinue my nasty adventures when either of
both of my adult visitors moved in our direction.
Hannah lie down on the floor opposite the couch from the open patio
window and opened her thighs as if to wordlessly say 'Come get it!'
In a matter of a few seconds I'd tugged the elastic of her swimsuit
along one soft leg away from her pussy and grinned at my good fortune.
Moments later my ears were again muffled by her soft chubby thighs and I
focused all of my attention on her recently invaded vaginal opening.
Rather than be alarmed or resist my desire to get her ready for our next
meeting, Hannah lie back and giggled as I tongue fucked her tiny
opening. As impossible as it seemed what was snug around my tongue had
permitted the entry and passage of my cock, my young lover far more
flexible than I could have ever believed.
Soon enough Hannah was panting and enjoying her next cum, neither of
her parents the wiser as I finished her off, fondled her plump and bald
cunny, and then took her stealthily back to the bathroom to wipe her
dry. Along the way and while we were sequestered behind the closed and
locked hallway bathroom door I slipped my cock into her pussy for a
minute-long quickie, and then into her tight ass for a three minute long
mutual orgasm. It was only us walking through the wide patio door that
took Aileen's focus away from her husband's activities. Hannah could
have faked being happy in my arms, and her parents never noticed how
their little girl had that 'just fucked look' all over her elfin face.
"You two about ready to join us, Julian? I was starting to think you
were going on holiday without us and we might not have a chance to visit
before we went home."
Hannah immediately brightened up and came alive.
"Can I really go on holiday with Julian, Mummy, please? I promise to be
a good girl for him and mind like I'm supposed to."
"You silly little Moppet, you're already on holiday at Julian's house.
You don't need to go anywhere."
"But ... can I just stay with Julian all by myself, Mummy? I like it
when he treats me like his little girl and his girlfriend too."
That's when I began to sweat, the inference by my preschool playmate
that we might have indeed celebrated a bit more in private than her
folks would have been willing to permit. It was a loud "Great!" into
the phone from Vince that interrupted anything further along romantic
lines between an American man and an innocent and very tolerant little
British preschool girl.
"Something sounds good, Vince."
Holding his free hand over the mouthpiece of the portable phone Vince
confirmed what he'd learned.
"Julian, I truly hope you don't mind us being with you in your home."
"Why's that?"
"Because the reservation agent has only two options for us, and one of
them might be pushing your hospitality a bit more than you'd realize."
"Do tell, Vince."
"The first option is for us to leave one day later than we'd planned,
our flight departing in two days."
"And the second?"
"The second option is for us to remain for another two weeks."
Both Vince and Aileen watched me intently for how I would react, a look
that hid none of their anxiety and innocent need to take advantage of my
ability and desire to host their family for half a month. Hannah looked
at me like that most of the time since I'd been her private vulvar
entertainer, but for her to give me a pitiful expression made me feel
even more in need of her company.
Rather than react outwardly I looked deep into Aileen's eyes and tried
to maintain an expressionless deportment as I spoke directly to her.
"I hope my clothes detergent is similar enough to what you're familiar
with, Aileen, 'cause I wouldn't want you to have to order anything from
some supplier in Britain that would take too long to get here."
I never saw the young mother move, her arms as far around me and my
chest ornament as she could reach, her body as snugly as it could be
against whatever was available, and her face tucked hard against my
right shoulder when she began to softly cry.
"I guess that means that you don't think American suds are much
different than British ones, huh?"
With her face still tucked hard against my shoulder Aileen softly
smacked my back and whispered her appreciation.
"Oh Julian! You're such a dear."
"Vince, go ahead and take option number two. After you make the
necessary changes to your airline reservations we'll get your stuff from
the hotel and get you moved in so you can finally feel like you're home
here in America."
"Dah? Does this mean we can stay with Julian?"
"Yes it does, Moppet. You're gonna get to have a longer holiday than we
promised. How do you like that?"
"GOODIE!"
I probably could have kept Aileen in my grasp all afternoon, but her
husband might have second thoughts about his American host spending that
much time hugging his Brit bride.
"Alright Aileen, that's enough hugs for a bit. You take your hubby to
your room after he gets off the phone and get dressed so you can go get
the rest of your stuff."
"Thank you, Julian."
"You're welcome. Would you like for me to come along?"
"That's not necessary. You two love birds stay here and frolic until we
get back. After we get everything moved over and arranged I'd like to
head off to the grocer so I can fix you a proper meal."
"So ... I guess you didn't care for the American fare, aye?"
"On the contrary. I just want to repay your kindness with a meal that
only a Loyalist is normally treated to."
"Good enough ... but, I'll allow it on one condition."
"What's that?"
"I buy."
"NO!"
"Yes, Aileen. You're my guests and I won't have you spending any of
your vacation money on groceries for my home."
Aileen gave me another tight hug as Vince finished with the flight
changes, a broad smile on his face confirming that he didn't mind me
holding his girls rather snugly in his presence. All it took was a
simple question for me to hear the kind of good news that I'd been
hoping for the moment Hannah wanted me to pick her up.
"Everything taken care of, Vince?"
"Right, Mate. You're stuck with us Loyalists for a bit longer than you
might have originally considered."
"And you're welcome to stay here for as long as you wish, Vince. I'm
honored that you're willing to stay in my home. I want you and your
family to feel at ease and just relax. What's mine is yours, and you
need not feel the least intimidated or hampered by formalities. In
fact, I'm gonna get out an extra pair of keys and garage door opener so
you can come and go as you please and park your ride inside."
"You're really making this a wonderful holiday for us, Julian."
"Good! Now ... off you go to get dressed so you can move in."
With one very uninhibited kiss on my lips from Aileen and a strong
handshake from Vince, they disappeared to their suite to get cleaned up
and changed. In order to give them complete run of my place I located
two spare house keys and the remote door opener that my wife had used
and then set them out on the kitchen counter where they could easily be
seen. After that I carried a happy and very relaxed little girl to the
pool so we could have some fun. About half an hour later Vince and
Aileen stepped out of the house through the patio door and called me
toward the edge of the pool.
"Julian?"
"Yes, Mate?"
His smile was proof that I was trying too hard.
"We're off to the hotel. Aileen's got the map and directions, but if we
run into any trouble we'll call."
"No problem. Take your time but be sure to collect the things I've set
out on the kitchen counter. When you get back just make yourselves at
home. If you don't see either of us running around assume that we're
taking a short nap so we can go have some more fun later."
"Thanks, Julian."
"You're welcome. Now, off you go."
"Back in a bit, Moppet."
"Bye Dah. Bye Mummy."
"Kisses, little one."
I lifted Hannah into the air from my position in the pool and held her
up so her mother could give her little girl a kiss. Aileen got a bit
wetter than she had anticipated and giggled as she wiped her face dry.
"I think you better wear her down a mite, Julian. She's got a bit randy
with her Mum and got her all wet."
"I'll certainly wear her out, Aileen. You folks drive safely."
"Back in a bit, then."
Hannah let out an ear-piercing squeal when I tossed her over my head and
into the water behind me, a loud splash filling the area with ample
notice that we were going be having lots of fun for a while. Some of it
might even involve swimming in my pool.
Five minutes after we heard the front door close Hannah climbed up into
my arms, pressed her mouth to my ear, and tried to whisper. She was so
excited she couldn't hold back and almost screamed her anxious request
into the side of my head.
"Julian? Can we go inside and play some more?"
"Sure, Kitten. Let's get dried off and see if we're all alone."
After I got us dried off we made our way to the front of the house to
see if her folks' rented car was gone. Sure enough the driveway was
empty which meant that my little playmate and I had some time to be
alone. I then turned around, dropped to my knees, and then stripped
Hannah naked. She looked so precious standing nude in my front entry,
her chubby body, plump cunny, pointed little nipples, and wicked smile
the perfect mix of innocence and lusty awareness.
We hadn't been in my bedroom and on my bed for more than a minute before
I was face first between her supple thighs and delving into her sweet
pussy. Hannah never said a word as I lovingly munched on and licked her
plump quim, her thighs again tightly against my ears and her hips pushed
as hard into my face as she could. After she had her first cum I let my
mouth come away from her sweetness and then shifted up her body.
For the next half hour Hannah and I made love as if we had the right to.
Sure, she was just a preschool little girl and really didn't know what
we were doing, but she kept smiling, whimpering, whispering sweet words
of adoration, and kept encouraging me to play our mommy and daddy games
until a full hour had passed.
It was only after I came explosively inside Hannah's tight vagina that I
decided to again focus on her pleasure. Still dripping with cum I
buried my mouth in her slightly reddened vulva and feasted on her cum
filled pussy until she had one, two, three quick cums and then passed
out. That was my cue to rise over her and have sex with her yet again.
I fucked her in various positions for the next fifteen minutes, her
folks certain to return far too quickly and catch me in the middle of
sexing their preschool little girl if I didn't tone down my desire for
Hannah's tender coochie.
It only took ten minutes to get us washed enough to remove any evidence
of my lurid adventures between that little girl's thighs. Still out
cold I lie my little lover down next to me in bed and just watched her
as she remained asleep, my fingers lightly strumming across her tiny
titties and far enough between her thighs to explore my new preschool
playground. I was asleep much faster than I'd anticipated.
The sound of my cell phone ringing stirred me from my pleasant slumber.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Julian. It's Aileen."
"Hi, young lady."
"Do you need anything, Dear? Vince and I are all packed up and ready to
come home."
"I like the sound of that, Aileen."
"What's that?"
"Your coming home."
She hesitated for a moment and then continued.
"Do you need anything at the grocer, Julian?"
"Not yet. Come home, take a rest for a bit, and then we'll go shopping
after a while. You *do* remember what I said earlier, don't you?"
"Yes ... I remember."
"Good! Then, just head this way and my girlfriend and I will be up and
about in a little while. She's asleep right now but when she wakes up
I'll be sure to find you if you're running around the more public areas
of the house."
"You don't mind if Vince and I have a bit of a rest, do you Julian?"
"Not at all. Make yourselves comfortable and consider yourself at home."
"See you in a bit."
"Bye, Honey."
"Bye, Julian."
Click.
There was just enough time for me to have sex with Hannah before her
folks arrived, so I positioned myself over her, propped her butt up with
a thick pillow, nestled the back of her naked thighs tight to my tummy,
and then slowly pressed into her snug pussy until I was as far as her
limits would permit. It felt so sexy to kiss and nibble on her naked
feet as I slowly shifted back and forth into her tiny body, my young
partner completely oblivious to everything that I did.
Rather than make a supreme mess of her again, I withdrew my cock,
flipped the pillow so the thickest portion was vertical, turned her over
so her hips were nestled over the soft support, and then tickled at her
butt until she granted me entry. She looked so precious with her ass
lifted into the air and my dick splitting her fanny. The erotic view
and sensation finally proved too much for me and I unloaded into her
tight grip with a series of surges that had no equal or fair
description.
I cleaned us up yet again, got dressed, and then dressed my little lover
back in her swimsuit. We were just sitting down to a light snack when
Vince and Aileen unlocked and opened the front door.
"It's about time you two got back. I was beginning to think you went
back to Britain and wanted me to raise your little girl as my wife."
"We thought about it, but since we've got most of her things you would
have needed to go shopping for a far different set of items later in the
day. Sorry for taking so long, Julian."
"Not a problem. Come on, Kitten. Let's go help your Mum and Dah with
the bags."
"Okay, Julian."
Everything was brought inside and stationed in their suite, enough
suitcases and carry on bags to make it look as if they might wish to
stay a bit longer than six months. Vince and I let Aileen and Hannah
unpack most of their personal belongings, my bedroom strangely left
unvisited by my smallest guest. I'd hoped Hannah would bring all her
things to my room, but her mother must have realized what kind of
relationship I'd started to develop with her preschool little girl.
While the girls busied themselves Vince and I had a quiet chat about
their plans.
"Julian, you've really made this holiday to America quite the treat for
my girls. Aileen hasn't stopped talking about how wonderful you've been
and just how quickly you've worked your way into our little Moppet's
heart. My wife's quite taken with you, and if I didn't know any better
Aileen would really like to be just as smitten as our little girl."
"I'm glad your visit to my country has been so much fun, Vince. And as
far as your girls being happy, say no more about it. My immense joy is
in seeing both of them smile and laugh, because my house has been quite
devoid of happiness far too long. Your visiting is a quite selfish
desire for me to find a measure of peace that I hadn't known for many
years, and I'm ecstatic at your presence."
"It's still hard to believe that we've run across each other like this.
If it weren't for ... "
That's when I realized Vince also had something tucked inside that his
lovely bride had hinted at before. I wasn't sure if I should press for
more details and just left his unfinished statement as he stopped it.
It was the animated sound of two bare feet galloping toward us that made
us both turn and smile. Hannah was headed toward Vince and me with a
full head of steam in her boiler, a wide grin on her face, and her arms
opened wide for at least one man to fill.
Thankfully Hannah chose her Dah to hug first, something about his facial
expression coaxing his lovely daughter into his embrace. They hugged
for about half a minute, he tickled her for a few seconds, and Vince
then literally dumped his prize in my lap as Hannah squealed.
"Eeeeek!"
"There you go, Mate! Take care of that while I go see to my wife."
"Right!"
Even before he was out of the room, Hannah was squealing and giggling
loud enough to make my ears hurt. Rather than tumble down that immoral
path that we'd so quickly fallen into, I kept up her tickles until she
was helpless to resist.
"JULIAN! I gotta WEE!"
In order to avert a small disaster I hefted my playmate onto my shoulder
backward and upside-down and carried her to the nearest potty. I might
have wanted to fondle and lick her after I stripped her swimsuit off of
her, but kept my actions relatively tame in the privacy of the hallway
loo. I did give her some nice rubs and play with her clitty for a
while, but once I was sure I'd ventured into pedo-playland long enough
I wiped her puddin, gave her a quick lick, a kiss, and the dressed her.
To make her arrival in my living room just as noisy as her departure I
held Hannah upside-down against my body and nibbled on her feet as she
tried to hang on for dear life. Her squeals, giggles, and laughter
swept through my house and filled every corner with a welcome noise that
I'd hungered for, none of my actions called into question as I kept
tickling and torturing my youngest guest.
By the time Vince and Aileen emerged from their suite Hannah was
snuggled in my grasp and asleep, her plump and soft body nestled deep
into my lap and my arms completely encircling her. In another life she
really could be *my* little girl.
Aileen came to sit next to me as Vince headed off to the fridge for a
quick cold one, my older female visitor leaning hard into me with one
arm tucked around my back. Her other limb reached forward and her hand
softly caressed her little girl's bare thigh over my lap which seemed to
communicate a kind of acceptance in her that I'd be able to share quite
a bit more with Hannah than I had earlier surmised. Aileen removed all
doubt with her next few quiet comments.
"She's truly in love with you, Julian. I've never seen her act so sweet
with any other man in her whole life, except maybe her Dah a few years
ago. Any notion of her being a little terror at home is so distant at
this moment she's almost like a completely different child. It's been
an amazing change, and you're the reason for her new demeanor."
Aileen grew quiet for a moment and then continued, her lips a bit closer
to my face as if she wanted to communicate a more intimate sensibility,
and her tone one of knowing acceptance.
"If I didn't know any better I'd have to guess that you two have been a
bit more randy than any other Yank and little Brit bird, and even though
it sounds truly wicked I'd be a bit jealous if it's true."
I instantly felt a wave of embarrassment wash through me, an intense
burst of heat amplified by the crimson blush all over my face. Aileen
noticed right away, leaned her mouth even closer to my ear, and then
whispered with a giggle.
"Not to worry, Julian. You're secret's safe with me, you naughty Yank."
Since I wasn't aware of just how much she knew, all I did was smile and
nod.
Vince seemed to know exactly when to change the mood.
"Hey there, Mate! You trying to steal my birds away from me?"
"Well ... if they prefer a Yank to a Loyalist, that's not *my* problem!"
The three of us had a good laugh for a minute, Vince settled next to his
wife, and then filled her free hand with a cold can of American brew.
In a matter of a few minutes, we tumbled down a long road of comfortable
conversation about why I'd never remarried and just how quickly I was
willing to accept responsibility for a little preschool child. I held
almost nothing back, except for my desire to venture between their five
year old's thighs with various parts of my anatomy. If either of
Hannah's parents knew just how intimate I'd been with her they wouldn't
have been so comfortable on my couch.
Rather than insist Aileen pull away from me, Vince allowed his wife to
stay nestled against my right side and keep her left hand on my neck.
It was almost as if he was granting her an additional holiday that had
nothing to do with their trip to my home town and country.
Aileen grew so comfortable next to me after she finished her can of beer
that she leaned her head against my shoulder and totally relaxed. As
Vince and I quietly talked about their home and their visit to mine his
wife slowly fell under the same spell as his daughter, both of his girls
bodies' warming mine in more ways than one. I actually got a little
misty at the intimate manner in which I was being comforted by my guests.
After Aileen had a short nap she leaned back hard against her husband,
lifted her arms toward the ceiling, stretched, and then lie back on his
body as if she was inviting some loving abuse. A long and very intimate
kiss was her reward for being so coquettish, and I felt like a pervert
as I watched them make out romantically. I wasn't sure if that little
show was for my benefit or not, but I certainly was turned on by such a
loving display of semi-private affection.
Vince was the one who stopped their amorous and very lovely union, a
soft kiss on Aileen's forehead a gentle hint that I might be a little
more interested in their show of wedded bliss than just some stranger
running around town.
"I think we better not get our Yank mate all worked up, Buzzy. Best not
stir up the local's desire for some cuddles or he'll be blue around the
beard, if you follow me, Love."
"Vinny! Julian wouldn't mind if we have some cuddles, would ya, Julian?"
"Not at all, Aileen, as long as you two don't mind if I watch closely
and keep score. I haven't seen a cricket match up close, but I'd love
to learn by watching."
They chuckled, and before they could say anything I continued.
"If you want to have a go at each other for a bit, then just have at it.
The only thing I might do is whisk this little one to a different room
if you two get a bit rebellious, if you follow me."
We had another good chuckle after which Vince reached down to the
bottom hem of Aileen's top, slipped his hand up underneath, revealed
that Aileen had obviously forgotten to put her knickers on, and then
proceeded to give his wife a lovely digital cum. Aileen just lie back
in her hubby's arms and accepted everything he provided, her soft
whimpers, low and very strained moans, continuous stuttering gyrations,
and that lurid sound of his fingers teasing out lots of juicy
lubrication from deep between her lovely thighs. I was a little shocked
at their level of sexual enthusiasm, especially in front of their
sleeping little girl, but I couldn't resist watching Vince work his
lovely bird over until she had one and then a second sweet cum.
Aileen was completely spent by the time Vince softly spoke a request
that was even more unexpected.
"Mate? Would you mind turning my little girl around on your lap so
she's facing the other way if she wakes up?"
"No, not at all."
I could have excused us to my bedroom to give my older guests some
privacy ... and me another chance to have sex with a preteen little Brit
girl, but I kind of wanted to see what the couple might do in my
presence. Besides, Aileen's pussy was almost as pretty as my younger
girlfriend's, and that little yonni was silently calling to me from
inside her stretchy swimsuit.
As tenderly as I could I lifted and then resettled Hannah on my right
thigh intentionally keeping her legs splayed once she was nestled deep
onto my lap. She never once gave any of us cause for concern as I moved
her about, her head tilted into my shoulder, and her left arm pushed
back behind my neck so she could hold on while Hannah maintained her
slumber. As soon as she was settled I looked around her head and
watched as Vince poured himself off the couch, lifted Aileen's thighs
over his shoulders, centered his body between her knees, and then dove
into her pussy more enthusiastically than I had. I could tell he wasn't
nearly as skilled at cunnilingus as I was, his lovely wife flinching and
biting her lip with a deep furrow across her brow when he settled into
his task.
But she never once pushed his face away from her shaved cunny and tried
her best to immerse herself in the lurid sexual act that I was a witness
to. Aileen even looked over at me twice between narrowed eyelids while
Vince buried his face as far between her thighs as he could so he could
lick inside her twat, her brief gaze into my eyes filled with a mixture
of hunger and silent need. I knew she appreciated what I'd done earlier
that morning, something in her eyes telling me that she might have
preferred I teach her hubby a thing or two about making her feel good.
What Vince lacked in talent he made up for in determination, his efforts
in pleasuring his wife a constant battle between her desire for him to
slow down a bit, and for him to focus less completely on just her tender
clitoris. I knew she wanted to implore him to stop or diminish his
antics, her facial expressions and constant flinches indicative of a
lady in a lot of turmoil.
Aileen eventually couldn't withstand the continuous lingual abuse her
husband was imparting, the stimulation of her nubbin so focused that she
eventually crumbled under the titillation. She might have wanted to
fight giving up so quickly, but the young mother finally gripped her
husband's head in both hands, held him in place, and then bucked into
his mouth with the determination of a bronco rider.
In the middle of Aileen's orgasm, she began to whimper and moan, her
mewls and painful calls so loud that I was sure Hannah would wake up and
notice something very wrong going on right behind her. My fears were
realized when I felt my sleeping lap dancer twitch and then saw her eyes
flash open. At the same instant she became aware of the sound of her
Mummy in distress, she also recognized why that distress was being
vocalized so strongly.
When our eyes met Hannah looked frightened at first but recognized my
smile and expression as one of sexual curiosity, so she didn't move a
muscle. I gave her a visual cue to turn slightly and take a peek at the
lovely sight of her Mum and Dah 'having a go', my eyes shifting from her
gaze toward her Mum and then back again. Once she realized I was giving
her the freedom to exercise some naughty inquisitiveness she turned her
head just enough to see her Dah munching wildly between her Mum's
thighs. As soon as she recognized what he was up to, she blushed a deep
crimson and turned back to face me. Moments later, she lay her head to
my shoulder and then tried to ignore what was happening.
In spite of what I imagined was Aileen's first celebrated lingual cum
from her husband in their little girl's and my presence Vince never once
slowed down. His aim must have been to lovingly torture his wife in
front of a Yank, and I was the lucky bugger who got to witness his
sexual resolve. Aileen was truly in pain by the time Hannah began to
get horny, my little lap partner shifting her free hand down between her
thighs far enough to lightly tickle her fabric covered puddin. As soon
as I saw what she was up to I shook my head side-to-side just enough to
stop what she was about to enjoy, her stare into my eyes a mixture of
confusion and lots of disappointment.
Rather than leave the little minx hanging, I shifted my left hand to her
thighs, splay them a bit more, and then took over for her. Hannah had
to grin at my preference to take control, a soft sigh from her just loud
enough for me to hear. Had Aileen not been whimpering and Vince not
slurping and munching so wildly they might have heard Hannah too.
As Vince brutally licked and nibbled on Aileen with total abandon I
gently strummed Hannah's plump and covered vulva with light strokes.
Her labia majora felt like living butter as I tickled and caressed her
soft cunny along the outside of her snug swimsuit, slow and determined
touches afforded my little lover where her Dah was doing his best to
force as much pleasure out of his wife as was physically possible. I
think Hannah had a more enjoyable time.
The moment Aileen began to moan in absolute pain I knew it would come
to an end soon, so I withdrew my fingers and just held Hannah's soft
right thigh about two inches from my new playground.
"Nuuuhhhh! Vinny! Ooooooo! Easy Mate!"
He eventually got the hint and stopped quite abruptly, his face covered
with a clear gel and bits of white foam that proved he'd truly worked
Aileen over much too harshly. He wiped the evidence of his pursuits off
his face with the bottom edge of Aileen's t-shirt, a cruelly satisfied
look on the man's face as if he had something to prove to someone. I
just hoped he wasn't trying to validate anything to me.
Vince watched Aileen as she panted and fanned her face, her chest
heaving with each fast breath she took, and a look of relief all over
her. He must have thought she was extraordinarily pleased with his
undertaking, because he grinned like an opossum who'd just eaten a
bushel basket of ripe fruit. He then removed all doubt with a rather
crude comment.
"Good enough for ya, Bird? That'll teach ya to sport about with no
knickers on. Be ready for another one of those later this evening."
Vince got up off the floor, winked at me, and then headed to the
kitchen. Moments later I heard him remove something from the fridge
and then pop open a can of liquid refreshment. I pretty much figured it
wasn't any softdrink or fruit juice that I was saving for Hannah.
Aileen just lie back onto the couch and tried to recover, her eyes
closed and her face covered in a sheen of perspiration. She might have
enjoyed a portion of her husband's sexual pranks, but she had a look
about her that indicated a deep regret that she most likely would never
reveal to her own husband. I might hear about it in private when Hannah
was in bed and asleep, but I certainly wouldn't encourage Aileen to say
anything in front of Vince.
"Julian? Mind if I tumble in for a quick swim before we head off to the
grocer for a bit of grub?"
"Not at all, Vince. As I said before, make yourself at home."
"Thanks, Mate."
After he tipped his can of beverage up and emptied it, he put the empty
container in the recycling bucket under the kitchen sink and then headed
toward the pool. He was stripped down to his trunks and in the water in
no time.
I felt bad for Aileen, because she had tolerated his lingual pursuits
with the determination of a saint. If her husband had just been a bit
more sensitive or aware of his own wife's body she would have enjoyed
being licked and munched on much more completely. She certainly liked
how I had pleasured her earlier that day.
Once she recovered enough Aileen said three words, wrenched herself up
off the couch, and waddled toward their bedroom suite as if she was in
considerable pain.
"Excuse me, Julian."
Hannah could see her Mummy walking away from where we were sitting, the
young mother's obvious uncomfortable gait stirring a look of fear on the
little girl's face. When Hannah looked into my eyes I knew what she was
going to ask me as soon as we were alone. The moment the bedroom door
closed with an audible click, Hannah whispered to me.
"Is my Mummy okay, Julian? She doesn't look right."
"Your Dah just gave your Mummy a bit more licks and was a bit rougher on
her than she was ready for, Angel, that's all."
"But, you never made me feel bad, Julian. You always make my peepee
feel super good and all tingly. How come my Mummy was walking funny?"
"Because your Dah was licking a lot harder than he should have. He
doesn't know how to give good licks like I do. But here's the bad part,
Precious. You can't say anything to your Mummy or Dah, or they'll be
angry with you for peeking while they were playing their special game.
Do you understand?"
"I can't say nothin' to my Mummy, Julian?"
"I don't think you should, Angel. She would be very upset and might
even spank you for spying on them while they were doing their special
game. I know you don't understand, Sugar, but little girls aren't
supposed to know all about their Mummy's and Dah's private games."
"Then ... why did my Dah play the licking game with my Mummy when I
was right here really close?"
"Because they thought you were asleep. If they knew you were awake and
heard what they were doing, your Dah would have stopped right away and
made you and me leave the room."
"But you saw and heard what they were doing, Julian. Are they gonna
spank you too?"
"No, Angel. They knew I could see and didn't mind me watching 'cause
I'm an adult like them. They gave me permission to stay here when they
were playing that licking game. If they didn't want me to watch they
would have gone to their bedroom so nobody could see."
She sat on my lap for the next couple of minutes contemplating all that
she'd heard and seen. When it appeared she was certain she understood
enough she looked up into my eyes and then barely uttered her
conclusions.
"I understand, Julian. I promise I won't say nothin' to my Mummy. I
also know we better not say nothin' about our licking game too, 'cause
they might be upset since we don't want nobody to know either."
"Good girl, Kitten. You understand a lot better than I gave you credit
for. I guess you're a big girl after all, huh?"
"You think so, Julian?"
"I know so, Angel."
"Julian?"
"Uh huh?"
"If we want to go play our licking game and the mommy and daddy game
again, we need to be sure that my Mummy and Dah can't hear, okay?"
"That's a good idea, Kitten. You're quite smart, you know that?"
"I know, Julian. I figured it all out on my own, and I knew I should
tell you so you didn't say nothin' to my Mummy or Dah."
"I'm glad you did, Kitten. I promise I won't say anything to either of
them ever, okay? Do you believe me?"
"I believe you, Julian. I promise too."
"Good girl. Now ... how about if I got a tiny kiss to make sure our
promise never gets broken?"
Hannah giggled, turned to look toward the bedroom, then toward the
patio, realized we were perfectly alone, and then she gave me her
version of a very erotic kiss. It felt so wicked to suck on her little
tongue when I teased it out of her mouth.
"Tee hee, that tickles, Julian!"
"Did I do it wrong, Kitten?"
"No. I just never had my boyfriend suck on my tongue before. Can you
do it again, please?"
"Sure! But if you want to suck on mine, I promise I won't say nothing."
We checked the area again, saw that we were still alone, and then
pressed our mouths together just long enough for me to wiggle my tongue
between her soft pink lips. When she let my tongue pass between her
teeth the second time she opened her mouth a little wider and granted
me access to as much of her mouth as I wanted.
It felt truly erotic to French kiss a little preschooler, but Hannah
took to my training like a baby duck to water, her tongue eventually
exploring as much of my mouth as she could reach. When she began to
suck on my tongue I knew she was well on the way to learning how to
fellate me.
The sound of Vince stepping out of the pool put an immediate stop to any
further kissing lessons, Hannah's head twisted hard into my shoulder as
if she was pretending to be asleep. She need not have tried so hard,
because Vince took about three minutes to towel off and then lie back on
a chaise lounge to take a break in the sun.
"It's okay, Kitten. Your Dah is still outside."
Hannah turned to her right, saw the top of his head from behind, and
knew her Dah was facing the other direction, so she cupped her mouth and
giggled.
"Do we gotta be all alone the next time we're gonna kiss, Julian?"
"Yeah ... that might be a good idea. When I take you to go wee next
time, we'll kiss while you're sitting on the potty."
"Julian?"
"Uh huh?"
"I think I need to go wee right now."
"Good girl. I was kinda hoping you'd want to practice kissing some
more. I like teaching you stuff like that."
"Can you teach me other stuff too, Julian?"
There really wasn't much more I could teach the child, unless she wanted
to learn how to make me happy and see what American sausage tasted like.
"Sure, Kitten. I'll teach you as much as you want to learn."
Hannah turned to look toward the patio, turned back toward me, and then
gave me another quick kiss, her tongue wiggling quite firmly between my
lips as a measure of naughty fun. I sucked on her tongue for a moment
and then broke our kiss.
"How about if we go learn some more in private?"
She ducked her head down, leaned into my ear, and then whispered.
"Okay, Julian. Let's go."
I rose from the couch holding onto my little lover and sex student, and
as soon as I had control of her walked toward the patio. Hannah
immediately whispered hard into my face.
"Where are you going, Julian?"
"It's okay, Kitten. I'm just gonna tell your Dah that you woke up and
need to go wee."
She blushed brightly and buried her head into my shoulder, her face no
more than half an inch from my neck so she didn't have to look into her
father's eyes. She must have felt even more guilty than I did.
"Vince? Your little one woke up and just told me that she needs to go
wee, so you'll have to excuse me. Remember, make yourself at home and
don't worry about a thing."
"Thanks, Mate."
"You're welcome. Back in a little bit."
Hannah remained tightly against me until we stepped through my bedroom
suite threshold and I closed the door behind us. As soon as she
realized we were alone she expressed a loud sigh and pressed her mouth
to the soft underside of my chin and kissed me.
"What's that for, Kitten?"
"Because I love you, Julian. I wanna be your girlfriend for real as
soon as I get old enough."
"What a wonderful thing to say, Hannah. I'm gonna look forward to that
day and will be incredibly excited when you can give me kisses in front
of everyone without nobody getting mad."
"Julian?"
"Yes?"
"Now that we're all alone, can we kiss all the time, except when you
lick my peepee, and then when you give me lots of tingles when we play
the mommy and daddy game, and when you tickle my bummy with your big
willy?"
"I'll kiss you as much as you want to, Kitten, as long as we're alone.
We'll also do all the other things as much as you want to."
And with that, I lowered my mouth to hers and began to explore the
inside of her mouth and suck on her little tongue. She didn't giggle
after that and repeated just about every move I made when she had the
chance. She had lots of chances until I set her naked feet to the floor
and began to strip her swimsuit off. Even then I let her dictate how
much we'd be kissing, my fingers and thumbs gently caressing and softly
fondling her titties, nipples, bum, and tender pussy.
Fucking her with my middle finger, masturbating her with my thumb,
tweaking one of her erect nipples, mushing her baby-fat titties, and
kissing her while playing with her tongue was the perfect combination of
sexual lessons, Hannah's body transformed into a well of continuous
little tremors until her hips began to undulate involuntarily. That's
when she had a very nice and prolonged orgasm that I reveled in.
Once the fullness of her cum had permeated throughout her body Hannah
broke our kiss, kept her mouth right in front of mine, and then spoke
directly into my lips.
"Julian, I really don't need to wee. Can we do the mommy and daddy
thing super quick, please?"
"Sure!"
I had my cock out of my shorts and pointed between her thighs faster
than I ever had before, my petite sex partner splaying her thighs and
directing the end of my dick into position with her small hands. It
looked absolutely wicked for her to shove her hips forward as she cocked
her knees out and shifted into place. Moments later she flinched when
she felt the end of my penis once again stretching her snug opening.
What had been considered an impossibility before I met that wonderful
child was slowly proved an affectionate and very probable circumstance
of immoral physical love between an adult man and a preschool little
girl.
It didn't take nearly as long for me to work my dick inside her body in
gentle and short thrusts as I had expected, our mutual lubrication
enough to make the journey not only possible, but pleasant. As soon as
I was as far inside as her vagina would tolerate I began to slowly
increase the speed and force of my thrusts until I was genuinely fucking
Hannah. She just stood on her tiptoes, grinned at me with a quivering
smile, and held on as snugly as she could while I maintained a sedate
and determined pace.
With at least one of my fingertips rolling her clitoris around and my
head bent down hard so I could give her brief French kisses I was
pleased when I felt her hips begin to undulate as they had before.
Hannah was the first to enjoy the fullness of our union, her cum
spurring me on enough that I couldn't hold out more than fifteen or
twenty seconds later. That sweet tingle that started deep in my balls
filled every nerve in my body, the sensation of cumming inside her tiny
vagina something that I was getting more and more addicted to by the
second.
Once the fullness of our orgasms abated I held us still with my right
hand cupping and caressing her naked bum and my mouth doing its best to
keep our kiss going as long as possible. Both of our bodies twitched
uncontrollably for the next couple of minutes, but I had no desire to
break our bond, so I held Hannah snugly onto my cock and as tight to my
body as I could. I wanted this wonderful fuck to last minutes longer,
in spite of our need to get her cleaned up, peed, wiped, dressed, and
then back into the more public parts of my house so her folks didn't
assume I was trying what Vince had with Aileen. They'd be right, of
course, but I wasn't going to make it easy for them to find out.
Hannah finally slowed down enough to relax slightly and let me slowly
push into her in a continuous upward thrust, her body still highly
sensitive and eager for yet more physical contact. Wiggling one set of
naughty fingers between her cheeks and up against her pursed rear
opening wasn't what she expected, but she didn't fight my desire to
stimulate her another time.
By the time I had half my middle finger in her tight grip, Hannah was
beginning to whimper and thrust forward in short bursts, my desire to
excite her so easily accomplished I truly felt proud. But what made me
feel even better was her involuntary rhythmic undulations onto my cock,
her little body so unprepared for the level of exhilaration that she
took on the appearance of a woman completely out of control. I didn't
mind one little bit.
It was horribly cruel for me to use her like a living fuck doll, her
pussy invaded when she thrust forward, and her tight ass tickled and
attacked when she withdrew. It didn't matter which direction her hips
went, because either way I was stuffing her full of at least one
appendage and filling her body with more arousal than a preschooler is
supposed to tolerate. But Hannah never once gave me any indication that
she wanted me to stop and withdraw, her grip so tight around my upper
arms that I knew she was totally supportive of our immoral union.
I counted at least three orgasms from my young partner before I felt it
was okay for me to fill her up again. Once I unloaded a second time I
would be useless for a while and would shrivel into a pitiful example of
perverted masculinity. I held out as long as I could, her whimpers,
coos, and continuous gyrations ample evidence that she could go on for
at least an hour straight. I couldn't and wasn't able to resist that
final urge to stuff her full of my cock and finger at the same time and
then give her another series of useless packets of sperm.
At the moment of climactic perfection I tilted my head down as far as
I could and kissed my petite lover with as much adult enthusiasm as I
could muster, her tongue sucked on, nibbled, and then toyed with. It
was only after I granted her a brief reprieve that Hannah sucked my
tongue into her mouth hard and then gave me the explicit awareness that
she might want something other than what was within my mouth.
I let her practice her next exercise in sexual training and tried not to
smile as she did her best to repay the debt that I had hefted onto her
slender shoulders and as far between her lovely chubby thighs as I could
reach. She even pushed down and encouraged me to keep fucking her,
abbreviated forward shoves of her straight hips adequate proof that our
relationship was truly a consented and mutually pleasurable one. She
held nothing back and incited me to give her another go, so I did my
best and repeated what I had done only moments before. It wasn't easy
and my cock wasn't nearly as hard as I was the first two times, but I
gave her my fullest attention and enjoyed my time with such a precious
preschooler.
Even though I had it in her, I just didn't have it in me! After five
more minutes of continuous lunges and plenty of encouragement from her
I had to give up or I'd rub us both raw. Hannah seemed to understand
why I slowed down and withdrew her invaders, a look of deep contentment
and quite a bit of exhaustion exhibited all over her elfin face. She
looked so virginal and innocent with her lovely blond hair slightly
matted to her face in a few sweat-covered streaks and the appearance of
absolute exhaustion on her countenance. Falling in love with her was
something I couldn't help but do as we exchanged lurid and wicked
glances, her quivering smile and piercing electric gaze enough to steal
my heart away once again.
About the only thing I did that wasn't related to sex for the next few
minutes was unplug from her incredibly tight pussy, lift her onto the
potty, let her pee and poo, wipe my finger, then her butt and puddin,
and then give her a short lick between her legs to confirm that I'd done
an adequate job. I had to carry her back to my bedroom so she could
rest for a few minutes, her swimsuit close by, but not reinstalled.
We lay alongside each other for the next fifteen minutes, her eyes
closed as she napped, but mine wide open so I could study every feature
of her tender naked frame. Rather than trample her with continuous
fondling, I kept my hands and fingers off her bare body and allowed her
to remain unmolested while she slept. I might have wanted to keep
caressing and touching her, but I also knew that she was just a little
girl and didn't have the tolerance of a mature woman. At least, that's
what I thought.
As soon as I heard the spare bedroom suite door open I knew I needed to
dress my tiny lover and return to a more public location. After a few
well placed kisses and at least one long determined lick with my face
pressed between her silken thighs I slipped her snug swimsuit back up
her legs, wiggled it into place over her lovely body, and then carefully
hefted her into my arms so I could carry her back to where her Mum and
Dah most likely were. I hadn't anticipated any more sexual adventures
between my British guests and emerged from my master bedroom suite
smiling and lovingly supporting a sleeping and very sexually permissive
little preschooler.
Thankfully both Aileen and Vince were discussing the finer points of the
meal that we were soon to eat rather than fucking, so I felt perfectly
at ease as I sat back down on the couch with Hannah tucked tightly to
the left side of my chest.
"You know, Julian. If you keep carrying her around like that she'll
stick to you eventually and you'll need surgery to have that little
parasite removed."
"Aileen, who ever said I'd want to have this little charmer taken away
from my body? I might get used to her being stuck to me."
"Right! Then you go right on ahead, Sport. Don't blame me if she puts
up a fuss the first time you want to take a rest all alone or want some
private time in the bath or loo."
I wanted to tell her that I'd much prefer to have Hannah sleep with me
for the rest of my life, certainly had no intention to share that I'd
already spent time on the commode with Hannah on my lap, and would have
seen her parents lunge at me in anger if I shared that my tiny lover and
I had already been sexing each other while bathing together, but thought
better of it. I still didn't know if their tolerance of my holding,
cuddling, and sleeping with Hannah was innocent acceptance, or just
foolhearty ignorance.
"Not a problem ... unless either of you aren't comfortable with me
acting like her randy American Uncle Julian, much older foreign
boyfriend, or private Yank slave to a little Brit princess. Please tell
me the moment I've crossed some unspoken line that would alter your
perception of what might be considered decent for a rude rebel like me."
For Aileen to speak so confidently after my short speech made me feel
better, but it also filled me with a sense of guilt because of how much
I'd already done to Hannah.
"You'll not have to worry about us intruding on your snuggles with
Hannah, Julian. We both know you wouldn't hurt her, and you're most
likely more in love with her than you'd be willing to admit. I know how
most folks feel about an older lad like you spending so much time with a
little moppet like Hannah, but I also know that anything you do with or
to her that might frighten or hurt her would quickly be shared with her
Mum and Dah by that very same little girl."
"That's true! If anything I'd want Hannah to feel free to confide in
either or both of you if I ever ventured into any private areas that
might cause her physical, emotional, or psychological discomfort. I
have no desire to give her memories of her holiday in America that
she'll need years of counseling for back in the U.K."
"That's why Vinny and I are just so thankful that you stumbled into us
the other day. You've given us the perfect babysitter, afforded us more
hospitality than anyone ever has before, and given our little moppet the
perfect playmate she might ever want or dream up. I hate to keep saying
it because I know it makes you uncomfortable, but I'm just so happy that
we've all come together like this. I can't imagine a more wonderful
holiday than the one we're having right now."
"As I said before, Aileen ... Vince, you're welcome to anything in my
home the entire time you're here, and you're free to come and go as if
this was your home away from home. Now ... not to be gauche, but I'm
getting just a tad hungry. Have you two worked out all the details of
my surprise dinner yet?"
"Yes we have! All we've got to do now is find a nice grocer that has
all the fixings that I'd recognize so I can craft a truly remarkable
English dinner for a handsome and generous Yank."
"Who are you planning to invite over?"
Aileen and Vince sat quietly for a moment and looked at me as if I'd
just sprouted a second head. Seconds later they both got the joke and
grinned. It was Vince who chided me for my poor joke.
"You Yanks and your attempts at humor. Let us Brits do it, Mate. We've
had lots of practice."
"Right!"
Trying to salute like one of their most famous comedians got both of
them laughing, but it was Aileen who finally finished her original
thoughts.
"You gonna take your girlfriend with you out in public dressed like
that? You'll certainly get a bit more attention than you'd prefer,
although I think most of your countrymen would be looking at your
girlfriend."
"Oops! I guess I better take this one back and get her changed and then
get dressed myself. I know the perfect store to take you to and will
look forward to your expressions when we get there."
"How long, then?"
"Give me fifteen minutes to freshen up and get us both changed. I'll
meet you back here as soon as we're both decent."
"That might take a bit longer than fifteen minutes, Mate!"
The instant my eyes met Vince's my face erupted into an intense crimson
blush and Aileen immediately chastised her husband.
"VINNY! Be nice!"
"Aw, come on, Love. Julian's probably been thinking about being a randy
Yank with our little moppet, and we both know he'd feel guilty as all
Hell if we ever found out about it. I just wanna see him squirm a bit
'cause he's had his hands full of her bare bum at least half a dozen
times, and he's most likely done his American best to keep from taking a
tour of some young and tender preschool Brit countryside, if you follow
me."
"VINNY! Stop it! If anyone ever found out Julian had been randy with
our little girl he'd be trundled off by the local constabulary in just
a few minutes. You mustn't say anything like that ever again, Vincent!"
For Aileen to call her husband 'Vincent' must have taken quite a bit of
anger or determination, because he also blushed and lowered his gaze.
"Alright, Buzzy."
He hesitated for a few moments and then stepped toward me with his right
hand extended.
"Sorry, Lad. I apologize if I muttered anything that might have sounded
offensive. We've got no worries about you dallying about inside my
little one's knickers when it's appropriate."
I also extended my hand and shook his confidently, my next admission
certain to end my relationship with Hannah if either of her parents
accepted my offer.
"Not at all, Vince. And for the record, if you and Aileen would rather
I discontinue my almost constant physical bond with your little girl and
my continuous adventures under her clothes, I have plenty of space
available so she can have her own room and bed. She shouldn't be the
least bit worried about having an older pervert tugging her panties down
every time she and I are alone."
I waited for the thought to get seated well and then continued. It was
risky, but I needed to be absolutely sure they felt comfortable enough
with me tending to every aspect of Hannah's most intimate daily
activities.
"Come to think of it, Aileen ... Vince, on second thought, maybe it
would be better if I made some changes to our domestic arrangements so
nobody could infer that I might be venturing into tender areas of this
little girl's body that are considered inappropriate. Let's get her
things gathered up so we can give her a nice surprise when she wakes up.
I've got a very nice room close to yours that has a smaller bed, a chest
of drawers, and a large closet for all her stuff. She'd probably like
having that kind of freedom, anyway."
Aileen had a look of horror all over her face, because she must have
known how Hannah would react when her daughter was told that I wasn't to
be such a constant influence on her potty and bathtub visits. Her not
sleeping with me might also be something she'd cry about, but I had no
desire to give her folks any cause for concern. They had cause, but I
didn't want to remove any of their doubts.
"Uhhh ... Julian?"
"Yes, Aileen?"
"Are you serious, Honey? Please tell me this is some sort of American
joke that I don't understand, okay?"
"I'm not joking, Aileen. I'm perfectly serious."
"Come, come, now! Let's stop all this nonsense right this minute.
You're not doing any more than what *any* loving uncle would do when he
wants to spoil his favorite niece. Sure, you're gonna pull her knickers
down when you help her go wee and give her a bath, and you're probably
even gonna give her a little wicked rub now and then to see her smile
and hear her giggle, but all uncles do that now and again, and it's
perfectly normal for a man to admire a little girl like that. We all
know you aren't about to hurt her or make her do anything that she
doesn't want to, so let's just stop this talk of taking her American
boyfriend away from her or changing who her best playmate is."
"Aileen, if there's any doubt in your mind whatsoever I can't have you
or Vince worrying about what I might be up to behind closed doors or
when I'm cuddling with her in bed at night. Besides your being more
than a little offended, I could land in jail for the rest of my very
short life, because child molesters don't last very long in prison."
The young mother stepped forward, put her left hand on my right shoulder
and gently caressed a few times. She then shared a bit more about her
thoughts than I expected.
"Honey, I know this might sound horribly callous, but I'd rather not
have to worry about my little girl while we're on holiday. Your taking
care of her is like a second holiday while I'm having a good time with
my real one. I know where she is, who's she's with, and also know that
if she feels scared she'll come whisper her fears to me so we can change
our living arrangements. With all that you've done with her so far,
like taking her to the loo, giving her a bath, changing her a number of
times, cuddling with her more than once, affording her a soft but wicked
tickle now and again, and most likely giving her a nice kiss or ten, I
haven't the least concern for anything that you've done. If Hannah felt
the least little afraid of your touching her body in an inappropriate
manner she'd have already told me that she didn't want you in her
knickers, and I'd have acted like a proper mother should. So, unless
you're telling me that you don't want her attached to you like some
alien that's trying to draw the life out of your body let's just leave
things as they are, okay?"
I reached out and gave Aileen a gentle but noncommittal hug, her left
arm cupped around my body with a bit more enthusiasm than my original
offer. I gave her a nice embrace and then whispered back.
"Thanks, Aileen. You can't know just how special it is to pretend to be
a daddy for this short time. I know I've most likely acted quite rudely
and taken advantage of my role as her caregiver by treating ... no,
spoiling her with so much affection, but I've always craved the tender
touch of a little girl and the look in her eyes when she stares up at me
in wonder and awe. I'm truly sorry I don't have my own children, and I
must admit that my ambitions are also quite selfish. If it weren't for
your little Angel I might have walked right by you and Vince the other
day. I know that sounds pretty nasty, but I'm not about to lie to you
now that I've welcomed you into my home."
"I'm glad you were bloke enough to admit that, Julian. That just makes
me feel better about us coming together like this. It was meant to be,
and I'm completely relaxed about your taking on the role as her favorite
American uncle. Just don't be shocked when you start getting lots of
requests from a certain foreign visitor to pay for her airline tickets
so she can come back every month for another visit."
"I think I can afford it."
We had a good chuckle and then Vince decided to move us along.
"So, have you two worked all this out, then?"
Aileen looked at me, I looked right back at her, we both nodded, and
then turned to Vince. We spoke almost simultaneously.
"I think so."
"I think so."
We laughed, then Aileen and I shared another hug.
"Alright then! Aileen, how about if we started to think about dinner?"
"Right! You go get your niece changed into something more appropriate
than a randy American uncle who wants to see his Brit niece in barely
anything at all, and we'll meet you back here in a bit."
By the time I was back in my master bedroom, Hannah was beginning to
stir. It was perfect timing, since I was about to strip her naked
again and then put some clothes on her after I gave her a little lick
and a few kisses.
Sure, I felt a little guilty, but that didn't alter the fact that I
hadn't hurt or forced Hannah to do anything she didn't want to. I might
have coerced her quite a bit and encouraged her to try a number of
things that she wasn't old enough to understand or normally participate
in, but I wasn't the first nor would I be the last man to want to touch
a little girl's privates.
"You have a nice nap, Kitten?"
She nodded her head into and hugged my neck at the same time she yawned,
the warmth of her body stirring a deep need in me that I was having a
hard time controlling. I'd done so much with her already, and I was
still hungry for so much more.
"Your Mum and Dah are gonna go with you and me to the shopping center so
we can buy some food for dinner. Would you like to help me pick out
your clothes so you can look really pretty?"
"Okay, Julian."
"But first, give me a kiss so I can fall in love with you all over
again."
Hannah didn't even hesitate to tilt her head back and offer her lips.
In a matter of a few seconds, we were fully involved in a loving kiss
that looked more like two adults than a child molester and his prey.
Far sooner than I expected, Hannah broke our kiss and pulled back.
"Julian?"
"Yes, Kitten?"
"Do we have time for ... "
"For what, Kitten?"
She pressed her mouth to my left ear and then whispered, the intense
heat from her breath sending shivers up and down my neck.
" ... for a quick naughty game?"
"What kind of naughty game, Kitten? Tell me."
"Can we do the mommy and daddy thing for just a tiny minute? We don't
have to feel all super good like we did before. I just wanna feel all
nice and tingly and full when you put your willy inside my peepee."
Rather than answer her, I lay her down on the bed, slipped her swimsuit
down and off, undid my pants and lowered them, and then did the same
with my underwear. Moments later, I was nestling my cock between her
upturned thighs and applying just enough pressure to begin that horribly
immoral union that I wasn't supposed to be encouraging or enjoying.
Before fifteen seconds passed I was again as far inside her snug vagina
as I could go, a careful withdrawal and then a series of gentle thrusts
afforded her so I could see her smile and feel that wonderful tingle
again. Sure, we didn't have enough time to share a nice cum, but we did
have enough time to have a short fuck.
I didn't want to pull out of her, but I did promise her folks that we'd
be back in short order. After I withdrew I licked her clitoris a few
times, stuffed my tongue where my penis had been, and even licked her
tight little asshole just to hear her giggle. She did better than that
and squealed.
"Eeeeek!"
The sound of the little girl enjoying some time with her adopted
American uncle probably made both Aileen and Vince smile, but I knew not
to push it too hard and lifted Hannah into my arms.
After I wiped myself up I cleaned my little lover the same way. Her
tiny panties were then installed, followed by a pretty dress, then her
socks, and finally her sandals. I changed shirts and slacks, and then
returned to the kitchen with a smiling little girl tucked tight to the
left side of my chest. Aileen and Vince were beaming at us while we
walked toward them, my little playmate and lover kissed by her folks and
then the four of us headed to my ride.
I took my guests to the nicest boutique grocery store I knew of,
although boutique might have sounded like a tiny shop with a dozen items
on the shelves. That well-stocked warehouse store was huge and had more
varieties of domestic and foreign selections than any in the state. By
the time we pulled into one of the checkout lanes the front of the
basket was piled high. The back of the basket was also filled, but with
a little girl's pantied butt and nicely exposed legs, which I frequently
fondled as we shopped.
The meal was better than I could have dreamed of. Aileen was a Hell of
a good cook and must have outdone herself. The fact that she was very
comfortable in my kitchen and had every accessory at hand that she
needed was mostly because of my late wife. There was nothing left to
chance and every conceivable pot, pan, utensil, and tool was presented
and then used if needed. But instead of looking like a tornado had
destroyed my house the kitchen looked almost underutilized the whole
time. I could have claimed she'd had everything delivered, but I
actually saw her busy with multiple tasks and had ample evidence of each
dish being prepared.
Aileen was a master artist with food and beamed with pride when I
repeatedly told her how wonderful the meal was. I even coaxed her to
share some of her culinary secrets, a lovely blush and broad smile on
her face as she dutifully wrote everything down she could think of on a
typical blank kitchen note card that I removed from an already full
recipe box. My wife would have been proud of my having garnered more
unique secrets from yet another talented chef, her rather extensive
collection of wonderful culinary ideas slightly increased by Aileen's
additions. My lovely Brit guest also copied some of my late wife's
recipes down after rummaging through the nearly overflowing card file.
The four of us took a break after dinner when everything in the kitchen
was cleaned and put away. We settled in the entertainment room in deep
sighs and a few somewhat boisterous examples of post-meal burps, my
adult guests relaxing in a love seat to the side with tall mixed drinks
in their hands, and my youngest guest snuggled onto my lap where she
seemed the most comfortable and sipping on some fruit juice.
We talked for over two hours about all manner of subjects, some of which
we'd already discussed, but no matter how often we shared details of our
past lives it felt fresh and comfortable. It was only a whisper that
was loud enough for everyone to hear into my left ear that stopped or at
least delayed any further communication.
"Julian, I gotta wee."
I turned to face her slightly and then spoke softly but loud enough for
her parents to hear, my goal to prove how much Hannah trusted me.
"Would you like your Mum or Dah to take you this time, Kitten? I don't
want you to ever feel uncomfortable with me pulling your knickers down."
Hannah immediately looked at her mother while Aileen blushed at my
rather direct attempt at parental concern. After a nod from her Mum
Hannah looked into my eyes with a rather disappointed expression and
spoke.
"Don't you wanna take me to the loo no more, Julian?"
"Well, *sure* I do, Kitten! I just wanted to make sure you knew you
could ask your Mum or Dah to help you if I made you a little bit scared
when I was with you in such a private place."
"I'm not scared, Julian!"
"And it doesn't bother you when I pull your knickers down, watch you go
wee, and then help wipe your trickle?"
"NO!"
"And you can trust me to be nice and not do stuff that you don't want
to or hurt you in any way when I dab your underneath dry?"
"Of course I trust you, Julian! You're my American boyfriend and uncle,
remember?"
"I remember, Kitten. I just wanted your Mum and Dah to hear you say
that you're not scared, okay?"
"Are they mad 'cause you pull my knickers down all the time, Julian?"
If her folks truly understood how frequently I'd pulled her panties down
and that I'd done it quite a bit more than was actually required to
satisfy the little girl's need to pee I'd be in more trouble than I
could have imagined. I felt a small blush form on my face but didn't
hesitate to answer her question for fear that Aileen and Vince could see
what was rattling around in my head.
"They're not scared, Kitten. But being parents they're gonna always
watch out for you and make sure that nobody does stuff that might scare
or hurt you, or force you to do stuff that you didn't like. Now that
they know all that, I can take you, if you want me to."
Rather than keep looking at me, Hannah turned to her mother.
"Mummy? Can Julian take me to the loo like he did before?"
"Yes, Moppet, he can take you to the loo."
"And you're not mad that Julian pulls my knickers down and watches me
when I wee?"
"No, Moppet. I'm not mad at all."
"And what about when he dries me after I go wee? Are you mad 'cause he
touches my peepee so much?"
Aileen giggled and looked at Vince for a moment, their awareness that
Hannah knew about 'touches' in that very private little girl place.
"No, Moppet. We know that your new Uncle Julian is gonna give you a
nice rub and maybe a little tickle if he's feeling a bit randy, but as
long as he doesn't hurt or scare you or make you do anything that you
don't want to, then we don't mind at all. You have to remember that
sometimes naughty American uncles might give their pretty nieces a
little cuddle and make them smile when they're together in private. As
long as you don't mind then we won't bother you two."
It was quite a revelation and illustrated a level of permissiveness that
I hadn't anticipated. I was incredibly pleased, of course, but knew not
to focus too quickly on Aileen's willingness to permit me to touch and
possibly fondle her daughter as much as I wanted to.
"Honest, Mummy? You're not mad if my new boyfriend helps me lots?"
"Not at all, Moppet. In fact, later this evening he'll give you a nice
bath and then give you some nice cuddles in bed when you're gonna go to
sleep. We trust Julian to take good care of you and not hurt you none.
We've already talked about this a little bit, but we don't need to talk
about it any more. Your American Uncle Julian is gonna do lots of very
private things that we're not gonna talk about to anyone else, okay?
You have to remember that what we do at home, or what your new Uncle
Julian does with you behind closed doors, is very private and is not to
be discussed with anyone, Moppet. Can you remember that?"
"I can remember, Mummy."
To seal the deal, I whispered into Hannah's right ear.
"I'll bet your Mum and Dah would like a nice hug right about now."
After she handed me her drink glass Hannah jumped up off my lap and
headed straight for her parents. She was smart enough to end up between
them and give them both a nice embrace at the same moment. After a few
seconds of cuddles, Hannah relinquished her grip of her folks, turned
around, cupped her hands between her legs, and then started in my
direction with a strained expression on her face. I knew that look and
rose immediately after I set her drink glass to the coffee table.
Before I left I encouraged my adult guests to relax a bit more.
"We'll meet you two in the pool after we take care of some business."
"Right, Lad!"
Just as I was entering the hall bathroom Aileen and Vince put theirs and
Hannah's empty glasses in the dishwasher and then headed for their room
to change into something that looked like swim wear ... or less.
With Hannah's dress tugged up around her waist and her panties down
around her ankles, I lifted her onto the potty and was immediately
rewarded with the sound of a little girl in distress. She almost made
a dent in the porcelain from the force of her pee.
After she emptied her bladder I gave her a little digital fondle, wiped
her dry, and then tugged her panties back into place. She had a look on
her face that belied any decency between my mouth and her naked vulva,
but we'd be in my bedroom soon enough with more soundproofing between
our activities than one door. All it took was a soft whisper for me to
ease her concerns that I might not give her any more tickles.
"Your randy Uncle Julian will give you another nice tingle after we're
all alone, okay Kitten?"
"Kay, Uncle Julian!"
That was the moment my title would be forever altered.
Just as I was leaving the hall bathroom with Hannah in my grasp Aileen
walked past wearing a long cotton robe. As I turned hard to my right, I
saw Vince already half way through the house and about to pull the patio
door open. That meant that Hannah and I would need to wait until later
to have sex.
"Be out in a minute, Aileen."
"Okay ... Lover."
I put Hannah's swimsuit back on her after a few licks and some kisses on
her plump puddy and then let her touch and play with my cock as I put
some swim trunks on me, the feel of her small hands on my dick truly
stimulating. After we both had a few more touches and a loving French
kiss, I carried her back through the house.
What I hadn't anticipated were her folks swimming in the nude, but since
they knew I was going to return with their daughter I suspected they
weren't doing anything more than enjoying what they might at some modern
European beach or spa.
The four of us romped and played for a bit, and then we settled into our
respective pairs along two adjoining walls of my pool. In full sight of
me and Hannah Aileen and Vince began caressing and touching a bit more
openly than I expected. With the sun past the horizon, their activities
blocked a little bit by the ripples in the pool, and the evening
providing plenty of visual privacy, I knew to let my adult guests have
some fun. What served to hide their antics also afforded me some
freedom to slip a few fingers under Hannah's outfit so I could fondle
and caress her silken underneath as well.
While I was gently masturbating her as best I could with the snug
material making my job more difficult Hannah was developing an idea
that would have normally sent any other parent screaming into the night.
Between her mother's whimpers and moans the preschooler asked something
that most little girls wouldn't be smart or brave enough to.
"Mummy? My swimmers are too tight. Now that it's all night time, can
Julian help me take it off?"
"Of course, Moppet. You've been to lots of beaches where you don't wear
your swimmers."
Aileen waited a few seconds and then amended her statement.
"I guess you're asking me 'cause of what Julian talked about before,
aren't you, Moppet?"
"Uh huh. I didn't want you to think I was trying to be naughty or
making my new Uncle Julian do stuff that would scare him."
"Good girl! That's a very bright little girl, now isn't it? You can
have Uncle Julian help you take your swimmers off and nobody has to know
anything. Remember, in the USA people don't go 'round without clothes,
so you can't say anything to anyone, okay?"
"Okay, Mummy. I remember."
"Good girl."
I was actually blushing as I helped Hannah strip down in the darkened
pool, her parents no more than fifteen feet away as I tugged the very
snug material over her shoulders, down her arms, plump little breasts,
over her soft round bum, and then completely off her legs. I had to
admit I felt more nervous about her being naked than she probably was.
After I set her empty garment onto the walkway behind us after wringing
it out I cuddled with a naked preschooler and considered myself very
lucky for such a wonderful opportunity. The fact that I slipped a
naughty digit between her thighs for a nice rub was thoroughly enjoyed
by the recipient. For Hannah to rock her hips into my digit and
encourage me to finger-fuck her was one of the most hideously sexy
things I'd ever done in my life. For me to roll her clitoris around and
afford her much more fun than any child might in my country was bold,
but it wasn't forced onto my young guest. In fact, Hannah seemed more
brave and bold once she knew her Mummy wouldn't mind us 'having a go.'
Even as dark as it was I could see Aileen shifting over Vince's lap,
her thighs split by his legs, and her hips gently tugged much closer to
his body than anything I'd seen previously. With the sound of the pump
running and the bubbling of the whirlpool tub another dozen or so feet
away neither Hannah nor I could hear specific words or sexual noises,
but we both grew aware of some rather amorous activities anyway.
When Aileen moaned rather openly as Vince stuffed his cock into his
wife's tight vagina Hannah giggled and I blushed. Those two naughty
parents were in the throws of some sweet sex when my young playmate
twisted on my lap and cupped her hand around my left ear.
"Are my Mum and Dah doing the mommy and daddy thing, Uncle Julian?"
"I think they are, Kitten. Does that bother you?"
"No ... but it makes me ... "
"What, Kitten? Tell me what it makes you."
"It makes me wanna practice the mommy and daddy thing with my boyfriend
and American uncle too. Can we do it a little bit so they don't see us?"
For a preschooler to be that bold was quite a surprise and also very
satisfying. It might be nice, but it was also very dangerous.
"I don't know, Kitten. If we pretended to do the mommy and daddy thing
where they could see us they would be very angry and take you away from
me. I wouldn't be able to see you no more and you'd all have to go back
home right away."
Hannah sat snugly to my body and thought about what I'd said and what
her mother had told her before in the entertainment room. Once she was
sure she understood enough, she turned toward me and repeated the
placement of her lovely mouth close to my left ear.
"If we just did a little bit so they couldn't see, can we just have a
little cuddle for a tiny minute?"
"If you want to ... okay."
Hannah turned to face forward on my lap, her silky back pressed to my
furry tummy, her parents no more than a dozen feet away, and the randy
couple making a bit more noise than they might have realized. With my
preschool visitor watching her parents doing the mommy and daddy thing
she scoot as far back onto my thighs as she could, reached down between
her splayed thighs, and then fished around the wide leg opening of my
swim trunks until her small fingers found what she was searching for.
As soon as her small digits located the end of my throbbing cock she
gripped and tugged on my glans as if to encourage it to grow long enough
to extend beyond the bottom edge of the fabric, but that wouldn't have
been comfortable for either of us.
It was incredibly foolish for me to try it, but I needed to give her
what I wanted, so I urged her forward on my thighs, slipped my trunks
down about halfway to my knees, and then tugged her backward. As soon
as her back was pressed against my tummy she reached between her legs
again and located the toy she wanted, wiggled around for a few moments,
and then slowly settled down onto me with her incredibly tight pussy.
With Aileen groaning very amorously and Vince too focused to pay any
attention to me and their daughter I slowly fucked the preschooler in
the cool water of my outdoor pool. What was a very animated and lively
activity about a dozen feet away from me was a more sedate and relaxed
but nervous union between my young lover and her new American pedophile
uncle.
To make it a supremely enjoyable event for my little playmate I slipped
my right middle finger down her vulvar slit just far enough to claim her
clitty as I slowly thrust up into her pussy with my throbbing cock.
Hannah took to it like a young teen and just held on, one hand over my
right and the other over my left as I fondled and tweaked her small but
erect nipples.
I was incredibly close to cumming when I heard Aileen's highly
suppressed grunts, hers and her husband's efforts culminating in a truly
erotic love making session in my pool. That's when I knew to
discontinue my rather brazen activities with Hannah, the possibility
that I could end up in jail before the night was out encouraging me to
lift her slightly, let my dick snap against my abdomen, and then settle
her onto her feet so I could pull my trunks back up.
Moments after I had worked my clothes into place Hannah was again on my
lap, but facing me and doing her best to solicit some kisses. We shared
a few lovely labial and lingual exchanges until we heard Aileen make a
claim that she needed to disappear inside the house.
"Julian, you'll excuse us for just a minute?"
"Sure, Aileen. You're home."
The sound of splashing and dripping water onto the warm concrete seemed
so comforting that I knew neither of Hannah's folks were aware of the
immoral union that I had shared with their little girl. There was no
need to push them any closer into awareness, so I just held my tender
playmate's chest to my body and then whispered into her ear.
"Would you like to have a little tummy tickle, Kitten? I think your
naughty Uncle Julian better get you off his lap or he's gonna wanna do
some more nasty stuff."
She immediately thrust her hands under my arms and began to wildly
wiggle her little fingers, the sound of my unrestrained laughter
spilling over from the patio and well into the house. She'd taken me by
surprise so quickly that I was unable to collect my senses and try to
retaliate, my hands attempting to remain in defensive mode rather than
pursue any sort of attack.
In spite of her smaller size Hannah was the perfect tickler, her more
diminutive limbs and quicker reactions enough to venture into places on
my tummy and ribs that no woman had access to or success in fondling for
many years. I truly enjoyed being at her mercy and held nothing back.
Her only mistake was slowing down enough to see if I was getting angry
with her ability to send me writhing in joyful agony, my fingers worked
under her arms and into her bare ribs almost as quickly as she had mine.
The sound of her high pitched squeals and giggles was the perfect
counterpoint to my deeper and more adult laughter, the bright and happy
sound of a little girl being tickled something that no adult can resist.
In the middle of her unrestricted abuse Aileen and Vince came back out
of the house and headed straight for the two of us, Aileen diving in
behind her little girl and Vince plopping in feet first next to me. As
soon as they were close enough they also settled into my loving attack
on Hannah's bare body. Her Dah held her arms high over her head and her
Mum held the little girl's legs together and as straight as she could
while leaning forward and giving the preschooler a series of tummy
nibbles that sent her squeals into a shrill octave higher and ten
decibels louder.
The poor thing was twisting and squirming in ecstatic agony as her Mum
munched and nibbled, an ear piercing screech telling all of us that her
abuse had taken on new dimensions. What I hadn't expected but truly
reveled in was the sight of Aileen splitting the little girl's thighs,
holding her feet widely apart, and giving Hannah a few toothless bites
on the inside of her chubby thighs about four or five inches away from
her bald cunny.
To Hannah is was truly nothing more than loving play, but to me it was
an erotic sight that stirred my soul and encouraged me to play with the
petite guest the same way. Aileen eventually relinquished her grasp of
Hannah's ankles and leaned back, Vince keeping the little girl's hands
pulled up and back in preparation for more fun. It was the young
mother's joyful request that filled me with intense happiness.
"There you go, Julian. You can munch on her for a bit now, because I've
got her all warmed up for you."
"Well, then. It sounds like I'm about to have an English sweet for a
bit, then."
Emboldened by Aileen's suggestion I grabbed Hannah's ankles, tugged her
legs as far apart as seemed comfortable, leaned forward and then began
to attack her tummy with my lips and tongue. The same raucous squeal
she'd provided to her parents' tickles pierced the darkness as I
toothlessly munched on her body, both Aileen and Vince giggling and
laughing at just how completely their little girl was embroiled in some
truly affectionate physical fun.
I might have wanted to work my way a little higher to suck on or lick
Hannah's erect nipples, or shift lower and give her cunny a nice munch
or ten, but I kept my attack centered fairly evenly on her belly button
and ribs. It was only the desperate sound of Hannah's high pitched
voice informing me that I had done quite enough, thank you very much.
"Uncle Julian! I gotta wee!"
I instantly discontinued my attack, shifted my hands under her bare bum,
and lifted her up and over my head so her feet could come into contact
with the warm concrete behind me. As soon as she was able to stand on
her own, she thrust her hands between her thighs, cupped her naked and
sweetly bald quim, and then called out to me in desperation.
"HURRY, UNCLE JULIAN! I gotta go wee BAD!"
I splashed my way over the side and out, dried myself and my little
torture victim as quickly as I could, wrapped her in the towel and took
off into the house. I barely got her naked bum to the hallway commode
seat before she let go. The look on her face told me everything I
needed to know, absolute contentment and tremendous happiness displayed
at being the focus of so much love, devotion, and tenderness. As soon
as the last of her pee hit the water, I splay her thighs and grinned at
her lewdly.
"Let's have a look, shall we?"
Instead of being humiliated at my bold indiscretion, Hannah grinned, put
her hands on the wide padded seat behind her, splay her thighs apart as
widely as she could, and thrust her hips toward my face. The next two
words that she spoke said more than a whole encyclopedia of lurid sex
with a minor child.
"Lick me!"
Without the benefit of some tissues to pat her vulva dry, I leaned
forward and obeyed her demand, the bitter and salty taste of her urine
something that I'd never anticipated in my life. But the foreign flavor
of her emissions did something to me that I knew would drive me to add
to our adventures, my hands cupped around her hips and holding her naked
bum up so I could tongue her more completely.
What the padded commode seat had been supporting my shoulders soon took
over, the back of her chubby thighs resting confidently over my body and
the inside of her silken limbs snugly gripping my ears. It didn't take
more than a minute of focused determination on her clitoris before
Hannah was rhythmically undulating her hips into my mouth with a series
of involuntary stutters. What had been a pungent flavor quickly turned
into a very sweet and mellow offering, her cum much more palatable after
I'd licked her urine away.
As more of her liquid donation was licked from her vagina and sucked
into my mouth I knew I could ask for no more precious savory dessert in
my life. The flavor was so enticing that I had to find its source, my
tongue snaking down and as far into her snug grip as I could reach. She
seemed just as intrigued as I was, her vaginal muscles biting at the
soft invader almost as earnestly as her mouth had when I was teaching
her how to French kiss. Hannah truly was enjoying all that I was and
had been doing with her, the snug hold of my head in her arms and hands
confirmation that she had no other place for her favorite pedophile
American uncle to be.
Far sooner than she would have preferred, I reduced her attack and set
her bum down onto the padded seat, her preference to keep her thighs
split wide so I could enjoy the view that much longer. She then softly
whispered loving words that filled my heart.
"Oh, Uncle Julian! You make my peepee feel so tingly all the time. I
wish we could do that all the day long."
"Me too, Kitten. How about if we got you dried and washed up just a bit
so we can go see your Mum and Dah?"
She might have preferred I repeat my assault, but she nodded knowing
that we needed to preserve a little of her parents' belief that I wasn't
sexing her at every turn. I was, but they didn't need to know that.
As soon as I stepped out onto the patio, I noticed Aileen on Vince's lap
again, this time in the whirlpool tub. I wasn't shocked, but was a
little surprised they were so anxious to keep fucking. It was Aileen's
next comment that made both Hannah and me happy, rather than very
disappointed.
"Julian? Why don't you take your little girlfriend to have a bath,
okay? It's getting late and she needs to be in bed pretty soon."
"Sure, Aileen."
"Mummy? If I wanted my Uncle Julian to cuddle right after my bath, can
he, please?"
"You'll have to ask him, Moppet. But if he wants to come swim for a
bit, then you can't argue with him, now can you?"
"No, Mummy."
"What about you, Julian? Would you prefer to call it a night or are you
going to spend any more time out here in the water?"
"Well, if you don't mind, I'd kind of like to take a break until later.
I've had a rather long day and I think I might fall asleep a minute
after I'm coaxing your little one to sleep. Besides, it appears as if
you two are a little busy."
"No worries, then."
"Vince, you and Aileen stay up as late as you like and enjoy the
amenities as long as you care to. Just be sure to lock up when you come
inside."
"Right, Mate! Night, then."
"Good night."
After I retrieved Hannah's empty swimsuit and wrung it out a little more
I carried her inside, set her wet garment over the clothes washer, and
then made our way to my master bedroom suite. With the door closed and
locked, I carried her to the bathroom and set her naked feet to the
floor while grinning at her. Neither of us said a word as I prepared
for our bath, two large towels secured, one smaller one for washing, a
bottle of shampoo and rinse for her, and then my little playmate lifted
into the wide shower stall.
Once the water temperature was properly set, I knelt down in front of
Hannah and pulled her tight to me for our first French kiss in quite a
while. Her arms nestled around my neck just as naturally as any adult
lover and my hands began to caress and fondle her ass and chubby thighs
as astonishingly as the immoral relationship we'd developed. We didn't
last much more than two minutes before one of her small hands was
between us and seeking out my penis, her thighs splayed and hips pushed
forward just enough for us to resume our sinful and corrupt bond.
It felt wonderfully erotic to press my glans to the silken rubbery feel
of her tender and immature labia majora and then carefully shift forward
and up into her snug vagina until I was as far into her body as I could
reach. It was like stuffing my dick into a tiny milking machine as soon
as she surrendered to the feel of being filled, her grip so tight but
need so strong that she kept shoving forward as if to ask for that much
more.
We spent more of those first fifteen minutes just fucking than washing,
her body finally surrendering to her first cum far sooner than I
expected it. Keeping her orgasm going for the remainder of those lovely
fifteen minutes was like a celebration in lust, her hips gyrating into
me like a bride on her wedding night, and her kisses growing in passion
until she couldn't take it any longer and broke our kiss.
"Oh, Uncle Julian! It feels so tingly with you push your big willy
inside my peepee! I need to keep doing this forever, Uncle Julian,
okay? Please?"
"We'll keep playing our naughty mommy and daddy game for as long as you
want to, Kitten. I'll even do it with you in bed after we get comfy,
okay? Would you like that?"
"Yuh-yuh-YES!"
The feel of her hips thrusting into me and her vagina gripping my cock
was finally too much, that sweet tingle in my balls telling me that I
was about to make a supreme mess of her pussy. I barely had enough
control over my vocal chords to warn my tiny lover in time.
"Kitten, I'm gonna ... nnnn ... I'm gonna feel good ... in a
little bit, Sweetie! Push forward ... MMMMMM ... and make your
naughty Uncle Julian feel ... NUUHHH ... feel good now!"
Hannah's efforts went into overdrive, her grip around my neck tighter,
her thrusts more animated, a greater amount of my cock disappearing with
each nasty lunge, and my orgasm so close it almost felt painful. To
make it much more fun for her as well, I wiggled my nasty middle finger
between her plump round ass cheeks and tickled the end of my digit into
her tight butt. That only increased her movements and made each
rearward shift a struggle for her, since she felt good in both
directions.
When I began to feel sperm shoot through my penis I stuffed both of my
appendages into her body and practically lifted her up off the shower
floor, an intense array of my surges filling her little body, and then a
sweet pattern of rhythmic quivers from her as a tender reply.
Once we both stopped convulsing I set her naked feet to the shower
floor, held her tight to my body, and wanted time to stop so I could
remain like that for the rest of eternity. But I needed to get us both
cleaned up and my petite partner in bed so we could have another
wonderful day starting when the sun came up the next morning. Of
course, if she was up for it, we'd be playing while lying naked in bed
all night long.
It might have taken longer to get us both soaped and rinsed, but little
more than a minute after we were dry, our teeth brushed, and our bums
settled onto the commode until our bodies were free of anything we
didn't want to talk about, Hannah was asleep in my arms, naked, and
beautiful. Moments later, we were lying in bed in the dark.
As much as I wanted to fondle her for the next hour all I had the energy
for was to cup my hand between her plump thighs and gently wiggle a
naughty digit into her vagina. I left it there and then closed my eyes,
a very warm and very nude little preschooler's naked butt pressed snugly
against my erect cock. It would have been easy for me to work it into
her ass, but I felt that would be pushing my little lover and decided
against it ... for the moment.
I woke up around six thirty and helped Hannah up to empty our bladders.
She remained asleep as I held her up while she peed, and as soon as she
was done and dry I lifted her into my body and held her facing me as I
did the same thing. A minute later, we were back in bed, hugging.
Some time around seven fifteen I felt a small pair of hands playing with
my erect cock, a wide grin on her face the first thing I saw when I
opened my eyes.
"You having fun playing with something, Kitten?"
"Uh huh! Uncle Julian?"
"Yes, Sweetie?"
"Is it naughty for a girl to want to make her uncle have nice tingles?"
"Not at all, Honey. How would you like to do that?"
"Well ... "
"It's okay, Kitten. You can tell me anything in the whole world and I
won't get mad."
"Honest, Uncle Julian?"
"Honest! What would you like to try?"
"Can I give you tingles with my mouth like you give me with your
tongue?"
"I think I would like that very much, Kitten. All you have to remember
is to keep your teeth away from my willy so you don't scrape it."
"Then ... you don't think it's dirty for me to do that?"
"Not at all! Since I like to lick your peepee it's perfectly alright
for you to lick and suck on my willy. You can do it to me as much or as
little as you want to and I won't be angry if you don't want to do it
any more than just one time. Just remember that you don't have to do
that if you don't want to, okay? It's all up to you, Kitten."
"I don't mind, Uncle Julian, 'cause you've been licking my peepee super
lots for a long time. It's only fair that I make you feel good too."
"Then don't be afraid and go as slow or as fast as you want to."
Slow wasn't her problem at all. As soon as I finished encouraging her
Hannah leaned forward and kissed the end of my dick, even with evidence
of a little clear precum at the tip of my cock. After her first kiss
she leaned back and smiled while fisting my dick.
"That was very nice, Kitten."
That was all the reassurance she needed to do it a second, and then a
third time, the fourth attempt her lips coming apart and her pink tongue
wiggling against the tiny split of my penis. It felt so sexy for a
little girl to learn about my body like that, her mouth slowly coming
open enough to admit my glans. From then on, Hannah was a natural, her
jaw opening quite a bit wider than I had anticipated and about half of
my dick slipping past her bright pink lips. She might have wanted to
swallow me whole, but she instinctively knew not to push herself too far
or me into her mouth too deep.
In a matter of ten minutes Hannah was actually fellating me rather
nicely, her tongue dancing around my cock when she pulled back, and her
small mouth stretched wickedly when she pushed as far forward as she
could. Something about our mutual sexual hunger helped to guide her
into a very natural bobbing motion along my cock, the soft smacks and
snaps of her lips and saliva filling my bedroom with the sound of love
at a supremely immoral level.
The look and feel of a little girl giving me a blow job took me much
closer to orgasmic release than I wanted to be, because I needed for our
immoral union to last for hours rather than just a few minutes. But
there was no denying the effect she was having on me, that luxurious
tingle welling up from deep within my body and a surprise surely to
scare my playmate.
"Kitten! I need for you to slow down for a bit, okay?"
She pulled her mouth off my cock with an erotic smack, smiled at me,
and then slowly slipped her right hand up and down my dick to keep me
alert and fresh.
"Aren't I doing it right, Uncle Julian?"
"Mercy! You're doing *great!*"
"Then ... why did you stop me?"
"Because if you keep doing that you're gonna make your naughty Uncle
Julian feel very good in a minute."
"But I *wanna* make you feel good, Uncle Julian, 'cause you always make
my peepee feel super good too. Please can I make you feel good?"
I didn't really have to think about it, other than how to prepare her
for the taste of my semen.
"Well ... okay. But you need to know that there's some white stuff
that's gonna come out that might taste kinda funny."
"Is that the same stuff that comes out of my peepee after you wash me
all clean after I make you feel all good inside me?"
"Uh huh! That's a very bright little girl. There's nothing wrong with
the sticky stuff that comes out of my willy when I feel really nice, so
you don't need to be afraid it might make you sick or be bad for your
mouth or tummy. Lots of grown up ladies like to put that stuff in their
mouths and even swallow all of it into their tummy like a special kind
of dessert, so you shouldn't be the least little scared to do that too."
"Then ... I wanna make you feel good and see what it tastes like."
"Okay! Let's get you some tissues in case you don't want to swallow any
of it."
"Don't you want me to do that, Uncle Julian, swallow all of it?"
"Well ... if you want to, you can. I just don't want you to do
anything that might scare you, Kitten."
"I'm not scared, Uncle Julian. I know what I need to do to make you
feel super good."
For the briefest of moments I was worried that she might have been
coaxed into giving another man a blow job some time in the past, but
with all of our prior sexual exploits I kind of assumed my guess was
off. If she wanted to learn then I was going to teach her, even if she
didn't need any directing at all.
Hannah resumed her exploits with much more enthusiasm than before and
had me at the cusp of release far sooner than I had hoped for, her small
mouth bobbing up and down and sucking feverishly. She wanted to make me
feel good so badly that my tiny lover was trying her best to break me
down. She did that seconds later.
All I could do was gently hold her head as the first piercing wave of
electricity burst through my body and a fairly impressive load of semen
filled her mouth. I felt her movement come to an immediate halt and
didn't have the self determination to stop what I had no control over.
Hannah felt a second gob of goo fill her mouth, a sensation of panic
exhibited by a tremble in her body. But rather than pull away and rear
backward in total horror, she just opened her mouth slightly and allowed
everything that I gave her to spill out between her lips and my cock.
Every successive blast into her mouth was allowed to immediately ooze
from between her previously innocent lips, the image of her mouth
wrapped around my cock and my sperm gushing past hideously erotic.
In spite of her inability to swallow what I had offered, Hannah did much
better than I could have imagined for a first timer, but I still felt
very guilty that she had wanted to try so hard to please me. I knew
she'd feel miserable because she'd let the glutinous mass of white
escape her mouth and run all over my dick and balls, but I could help
her become accustomed to the mental turmoil with a little more practice
and lots of loving licks of her own.
The tissues I'd collected were immediately put into use, a large amount
of my semen gathered up and then a second handful of tissues used to get
anything I had missed the first time. All-in-all there wasn't that much
of a mess to speak of after the second set of tissues had been used,
except for a slightly frightened little girl who'd pulled back and still
had a little sperm on her lips.
Rather than let her think she'd done poorly, after I got myself wiped up
as she watched, I pulled her higher up my body and tugged her face into
mine so I could kiss her. The taste of my own ejaculate on her lips and
in her mouth seemed a little different than what I'd licked out of her
tight vagina and from around her plump bald labia, but I never let my
lovely little Hannah get the idea that I was the least bit offended or
repulsed by the flavor.
What started as a one sided French kiss slowly evolved into an erotic
lingual dance that my tender playmate truly got into. She seemed to
really enjoy how firmly I was sucking on her small tongue, as if I was
mimicking what she'd just done to me. That was proved when I felt her
withdraw her tongue and then claim mine, a strong vacuum formed around
my lingual pickle until she was earnestly practicing again. I knew
she'd eventually get it right and let her play at her own pace.
We went back and forth for a number of minutes, my tongue disappearing
into her mouth, and then hers taken hostage and nibbled on inside mine.
For a preschooler Hannah was truly a good kisser, and I pitied any boy
she'd fall in love with back in Britain.
Our kisses slowly dropped off until I felt her begin to shift down my
body, her desire for another attempt forcing her to relinquish her hold
on my tongue in favor of my cock. I just lie back and watched as she
sat between my thighs, centered herself into place, and then pushed her
lips over and around my penis.
What had been an uncomfortable ending started out as a vastly heightened
new beginning, my petite lover relaxing into a steady and erotic pace
that I was going to crumble under within a few minutes. Thankfully my
having unloaded into her sweet mouth a short while earlier proved to our
mutual benefit, the sensation of being fellated by a little girl much
better the second time around for me, and her continued activities
allowing her to grow increasingly confident to keep doing more.
As she learned and augmented her poise Hannah began to play more and
more, taking little nibbles of my cock-end when she withdrew completely,
lots of licks all over and under my dick while she softly giggled, her
hands employed when she wanted to give me the sensation that I was
further into her mouth than I truly might be as she sucked me as far
between her lips as she could, and her passion developing into a potent
weapon that she'd use against me and every man in her grasp as time went
on. My having gotten her started might prove my undoing in hours, if
not in a few days.
It felt supremely enjoyable to be the focus of all her efforts, but I
needed to add a bit to her repertoire, so I coaxed her to disconnect
from me and then climb onto my tummy turned the other way. As soon as
she nestled her bare bum onto my tummy and was about to resume, I gently
pulled her backward up my chest until she finally got the idea that I
wanted to lick her while she sucked on me. That was all the prodding
she needed to settle her pussy to my face and then reach down to take
hold of my cock.
With our difference in overall body height she couldn't very well move
as far down my length as she might have wanted to, but she certainly
didn't mind me softly licking and munching on her bald pussy while she
attacked my cock-end. We were truly a matched immoral pair of lovers,
her mouth affording me untold years of relief, and my lips and tongue
giving her a new sexual awareness that would forever fill her mind with
joy and pleasure.
Her plump and silky soft thighs twitched and jumped against my ears when
I licked her clitoris in just the right way, the feel of her naked bum
in my hands the perfect grip for my fingers. Her smooth bare flesh was
like a new narcotic that I craved to feel against my face for days, the
pliable warmth of her baby soft body conforming to everything that I did
and nothing hampering my desire to rub my nose and cheeks around between
her tight grip. I'd never imagined a little girl would let me lick her
body so ardently, my tongue tickling her clitoris for a minute, then
stuffed nastily into her vagina so I could ferret out that sweet mellow
flavor of her next orgasm-to-be, and the bitter taste of her ass when I
tickled at her tight pursed opening.
Hannah never once gave me the impression that I was doing more than she
liked or pushed harder than she wanted me to. But I did become aware of
a subtle reduction in her movements when I began to tease her just right
and was moments away from her next cum. That's when I held her thighs
tight to my face, buried my nose into her ass, sucked her little clit
into my mouth, and then flicked it as I held it between my teeth.
She kept my cock in her mouth but pretty much did nothing else as the
fullness of her next orgasm began to permeate through every nerve in her
chubby little preschool body. I felt a need to torture her and kept up
the incessant abuse of her nubbin until her gyrations became too hard to
miss. That's when I slipped a nasty finger into her ass and tickled
inside her body as if I was attempting to locate her as yet undefined
Grafenberg spot from the wrong opening.
I must have hit something incredibly sensitive, because poor Hannah went
completely rigid over my face and nearly broke my neck with the intense
squeeze of her leg muscles. That was all the proof I needed that I'd
made her feel very nice and maintained a slightly slower pace on her
clitoris until her body completely relaxed and her head fell to the side
of my cock. I had literally sucked a nice cum out of her and made her
faint from all the intense stimulation.
She lie over me with her cheek pressed against my penis as I slowed my
attack on her nubbin and played with her butt and soft thighs. She was
the perfect play toy for an adult man, her skin so satiny smooth and
resilient, sweetly pliable and rubbery in the right areas, and as tasty
as any ice cream dessert I could buy at the most expensive boutique.
It took me a few minutes, but I eventually took pity on her, lifted her
from my body, turned her around, and then carried her to the bathroom.
As I suspected, I had coaxed a small back-door activity while she peed
and once she was done, I wiped, dried, and then cleaned her up. After
I wiped myself clean and dry, I took her back to bed and held her to my
chest with her face close enough for me to steal lots of soft kisses.
When she finally stirred she giggled first and then grinned at me as
she wrapped her tiny arms around my neck.
"I love you, Uncle Julian. You're the bestest boyfriend I ever had."
"I love you too, Kitten, and you're the sexiest little girlfriend I
could ever want. I hope I'll always be able to make you happy like
this, 'cause I just love to see you smiling."
We didn't say anything more for a few minutes, our lips and tongues
otherwise occupied. The first time I heard her tummy rumble I knew it
was time for us to get up and get some food. Sure, I could eat her for
days on end, and I would have lost about twenty pounds in the process,
which would make my family doctor happy, but that wouldn't do any good
for my energy levels at all. I also had her little body to consider
since she was my responsibility, both intimately and in general.
Hannah was able to talk me into letting her run around the house in the
nude, since her folks had already told me that they'd permitted her to
scamper about in the sun on various holidays before. I still felt
nervous opening my bedroom door with Hannah completely naked in my arms
and me wearing a small pair of tight shorts that I could quickly get out
of and back into if need be. But the company that I thought would greet
us was nowhere to be seen, neither Vince nor Aileen up yet.
My little minx noticed we might have a few minutes of privacy and coaxed
me to sit on the couch so I could give her another quick tingle. I knew
I would be caught for sure, but had no resistance to a naked little girl
who wanted me to give her a few licks. I was extremely nervous as I
bathed her hairless pussy with my tongue and had to stop or I'd end up
in jail, so I took one quick look and listen toward the bedrooms, pushed
my face between Hannah's thighs and attacked her clitoris again.
She was bucking into my face and gripping huge wads of my hair for the
next minute, my goal achieved when I felt her hips thrust rhythmically
into my mouth. Once I sucked all of her sweetness into my mouth and
licked her fairly dry, I dabbed her pussy with my hands and removed any
evidence of my having had oral sex with her. The only way her folks
might learn about my adventures between her thighs would be if Hannah
splay her legs completely apart and let them see her bright pink and
highly abused vulva.
"Okay, Kitten. After we have a chance to be all alone I'll give you as
much licks as you want to, okay?"
"Can we do some more of our special mommy and daddy games, Uncle Julian,
please?"
"Sure, Angel. But you have to remember that we need to be all alone to
do that so your Mum and Dah don't find out."
"Okay. I promise, Uncle Julian."
"Now ... let's get some breakfast started so I can fill that tummy
with something more than my fingers, or willy, or tongue."
I shouldn't have done it, but tickling Hannah was a real delight for me,
her squeals and bright laughter something that I craved almost as much
as I did her bald cunny. Vince and Aileen most likely heard Hannah's
loud exclamations of joy and would most certainly arrive to see me with
my face in her tummy, so I stopped my playmate's torture and lifted her
into my arms.
"Let's get busy, Little One."
The moment she laid her head on my shoulder and gripped my neck with her
small arms I fell in love all over again. She might have preferred I
let her stay in my grasp, but I needed two hands to prepare our meal.
Her naked and very soft little ass was settled onto a tall chair close
enough so I could watch her, but far enough away that I didn't get any
ideas about having dessert before I ate breakfast.
The bacon was just coming out of the pan and a tall stack of pancakes
were ready to be buttered and slathered in maple syrup when I saw the
reflection in the overhead oven of a very tired Aileen trundling up
behind me. I hadn't anticipating her pushing her arms around my body
from behind for our first hug of the day, but I certainly liked the feel
of her body against my back.
With her head nuzzled into my back I softly whispered to my British
guest, hoping my unusual American humor might make Aileen smile.
"Morning, Vince."
Aileen immediately popped me on the chest with her right hand, a bright
red mark sure to remain there for a few minutes.
"OH! This must be Aileen, then, 'cause your grip is too tall for my
little Brit lover."
"Randy brute!"
After we both chuckled for a moment I queried about their evening.
"You two love birds stay out late last night?"
"Mmm hmmm."
"How about a good old fashioned American breakfast, Honey? All I need
to do is put the eggs in the pan and serve our plates."
"You're such a wonderful man, Julian. Sometimes you make me want to
have a second husband."
"What's wrong with your first one, Aileen?"
"He doesn't always know when to quit, or when to start. You'd make a
wonderful teacher or influence on him, Honey, and I have to admit a bit
more than a small desire to take you back to Britain with me."
"Awwww ... you wouldn't be happy with me, Aileen. I'd always be
spending time with my hands in your daughter's knickers, and you know
how randy us American uncles can be when we wanna be rebellious, don't
you?"
Aileen gave me another very tight hug, her face pressed hard into my
body sideways facing away from Hannah.
"I wouldn't mind so much. I can share."
I suspected Hannah might not agree, and when I turned my head to the
right to take a glance at her I saw a little disappointment in her
eyes. I'm sure she felt as if her Mummy might try to steal her American
boyfriend away from her, and I knew to calm her nerves enough to see her
smile again. A quick wink and a pursed-lip air-kiss was the perfect
means to make her blush, cup her mouth with her right hand, and then
giggle behind it. Instead of winking back at me, she blinked a few
times, the attempt far more precious than anything I'd seen before.
Aileen didn't want to break her hold of me, but if I didn't get the eggs
started the pan would get too hot, so I tapped her arms and softly
encouraged her to withdraw.
"Okay, you. Get your cup of coffee and anything you want to add to it.
I'll get some eggs started and then serve everything right up."
Aileen did let go, albeit reluctantly, and when she stepped far enough
around me so I could finally see her I was very surprised to see that
she was dressed the same as her little girl, not a stitch of clothing
covering any portion of her very nice body. I'd only seen her nude a
few times, but I actually had to think about what I was doing and take
my eyes away from her tender bits. What a prize she was and I grew even
more jealous of Vince than I wanted to admit.
I dumped almost a dozen eggs into the pan and had timed it perfectly,
the low sizzling sound telling me that if I had waited any longer I
would have burned my attempt in seconds. Aileen used the time to serve
herself a tall cup of hot coffee, both of her hands cradling her mug as
if it was twenty degrees below zero outside. But there was something
about the way she held that cup in her hands, as if she was holding
something of more value, just as hot, a lot softer, and throbbing.
Just as the eggs were being dumped out of the pan, Vince came shuffling
into the kitchen, his eyes telling me that he had stayed up well past
his bedtime. I kind of figured I knew who he'd been up with, both Vince
and Aileen looking more tired than Hannah and I felt. It made for a
strange paradox, but I did nothing to encourage any conversations about
any of us sleeping or lying in bed and what we had done in the process.
Hannah was served orange juice and chocolate milk where the adults
sampled from a large pot of hot coffee. The once tall stack of pancakes
slowly disappeared in a rather quiet manner and the original plate of
eggs and bacon was carved up and nearly empty by the time Vince patted
his tummy and leaned back into his chair.
"You know, Mate, you keep treating us like this and I may try to
convince you to open a bed and breakfast. You could make a bucket of
cash if you did this sort of thing for other guests from my country."
"Vince, the only guests I'm concerned about at the moment are you, your
lovely bride, and my sweet little girlfriend with syrup all over her
face. I'm not usually this cheerful and will have to admit that your
being here has changed that dramatically."
Aileen then softly added something that put a fine point to my comment.
"But I'm sure it's one particularly happy little Moppet that's given you
your greatest pleasure, hasn't it Julian?"
All I could do was blush slightly and smile, my face turned toward my
tiny lover and my left hand extended to wipe a dab of syrup off her
lips. Had she dribbled some milk down her chin, she would have looked
like she had earlier that morning when she was doing her best to please
me.
"Yes it is, Aileen. I won't deny that Hannah has truly saved me from
incredible loneliness, and I'll always be indebted to you two for
letting me spend so much time with her like a daddy or uncle. I never
knew how much I needed the love and affection of a little girl in my
life, and now that I'm aware of just how much I need one I'm sure I'll
be anxious to kidnap your lovely little girl before you head back to
Britain. What about it, Kitten? You wanna stay here with your naughty
Uncle Julian until you're old enough to marry him?"
"Honest! You wanna marry me, Uncle Julian?"
"Yep!"
"Mummy? Can I live with Uncle Julian in his house until I'm a big girl
and can marry him?"
"You silly little Moppet. Your Uncle Julian is just teasing you. He
knows it would be really difficult to raise a little girl without a
mummy around to help him. He's just being randy so you can have a nice
holiday, Moppet."
Hannah might not have understood the finer points of growing up with an
adult pedophile for a daddy, but she didn't seem to like the idea that
she couldn't move in and stay with me. The huge puddles of tears in her
eyes were ample evidence that she might actually start to cry, so I
slipped out of my chair, knelt down next to hers, and held her snugly.
"Not to worry, Kitten. We'll have a good time while you're here and you
can be my little girl until you gotta go home, okay?"
In a very soft and quivering voice she barely shared what was in her
heart, certain that she'd be in trouble for stating what we already
knew.
"I wish I could stay with my new Uncle Julian. We've had so much fun."
I gave Hannah a nice tight hug as she sat in her chair, her arms doing
their best to copy what I was so easily able to do with her.
"Shhhh, Kitten. Please ... no tears, okay? We don't wanna make your
Mum and Dah upset, now do we?"
She shook her head once and then pressed her mouth as close to my right
ear as she could.
"I love you, Uncle Julian."
"I love you too, Kitten. Now, how about a little kiss so we can all
finish our breakfast?"
She grinned at me, blushed a little bit, and then presented her lips.
It didn't last long nor was it nearly as romantic or erotic as the last
French kiss we shared on my bed, but we both knew to keep our tongues
inside our mouths and behind our own teeth. With a soft smack I
pulled back and wiggled her small nose between my thumb and index
finger.
"That's my good girl! Now, let's finish so we can plan our day."
As if my timing was perfect, Vince whispered something to Aileen behind
me, their day most likely already worked out. But rather than my male
guest attempting to share his thoughts it was his lovely Brit wife who
had the responsibility.
"Julian?"
"Yes, Aileen?"
"Would you mind terribly if Vinny and I took off for a few days?
There's a place we were thinking about touring now that we've got
another couple of weeks added to our holiday and we'd like to go, but
don't want to seem too ... "
I instantly felt the vacuum created by Hannah's absence and it stung a
lot deeper than I imagined. Sure, I wouldn't mind if her folks took off
for the next thirteen years, as long as they left my tiny lover with me.
But the thought of walking around an empty house again filled me with a
kind of pain that took me by surprise. In spite of how I felt and what
my original reaction might have been I knew to paint on a smile and give
my best response.
"Of course I wouldn't mind, Aileen. You three are on holiday here in my
country and you should take advantage of every opportunity that you can.
I told you that you can come and go as you please and I truly meant it.
If you'd like, you can spend the next two weeks running all over the
state and as far as you can before your airline flight home. The only
thing you've got to worry about now is if you've got enough of that Brit
money to pay for your hotel rooms and meals. I don't want you to worry
about a single thing and just enjoy yourselves."
"Thanks, Julian. You're such a dear."
"Alright, then. You two go get yourselves situated and packed, and I'll
take care of these dishes."
"NO! You'll do no such thing!"
"Aileen, you're the ones with a time schedule, not me. Now, don't make
me paddle your bare bum for arguing with me. Get yourself ready to go
have some fun and just leave this stuff to me."
My stern and very determined stare into her gaze was finally enough to
convince her that I wasn't to be trifled with, especially in my own
kitchen. She smiled, nodded, and then squeezed my hand affectionately.
"Alright, then. You win ... this time. But the next time we sit down
to a meal together it's my game, right?"
"Fine! Up you get and off you go."
We all rose from the table except for a very unhappy little preschooler,
Hannah perfectly aware that she was about to be dragged along to some
dumb place that would only be remembered if it had cartooned characters
and lots of souvenirs. Before I could begin to collect the plates and
with Vince headed to the bedroom to start getting ready, Aileen engulfed
me in a very amorous embrace. The feel of her lips against my ear was
akin to how I felt the last time Hannah whispered sweet words into it.
"You're such a darling, Julian. If we get a chance I'd very much like
to show you how much I appreciate all that you're doing for us. Would
you let me show you a bit of British hospitality when Vinny isn't
around?"
"Are you sure you wanna do that, Aileen? After all, it isn't exactly
appropriate for me to be enjoying his wife, you know."
"What he doesn't know won't hurt him, Love. Besides, I like the way
your Yank tongue moves far more than his. You've got a lot of talent in
that mouth of yours, Lad, and if I didn't have to go back home I'd make
you my little American boy-slave and ride your face like a nasty wench."
"Easy there, Aileen. I may be okay, but I'm not that good."
"Mate ... you're a Hell of a lot better than you think."
Out of sight from Hannah and Vince, Aileen slipped her left hand down
between us and gave my cock a very snug squeeze, my right hand slipping
down around her left hip so I could cup her bare bum. We shared a very
brief ten second touch and then separated, a very unhappy little girl
aimlessly playing with the last of her pancakes on her plate.
"Now, Julian, you go tend to my little Moppet while Vinny and I go get
cleaned up and packed. When it's time to go we'll ask for your help so
we can get pointed in the right direction."
"Off you go, then!"
With a very loud 'smack' reverberating through the kitchen Aileen's
plump and very sexy ass jiggled as I spanked her once. But she was
undeterred and grinned back at me.
"You best be careful, Mate! I like to be spanked a mite."
After a wink and a kiss blown in my direction, she spun in place and
walked away calmly, her sexy ass jiggling erotically as she sauntered
toward their bedroom. Since I wasn't about to be outdone in my own
home I took off after her with teeth bared, a loud animal-like grunt,
and began wiggling my fingers wildly tickling her bum. Aileen took off
in a quick trot squealing almost as loud as Hannah had when I plunged my
face into her tummy the night before in the pool.
Once Aileen was far enough down the hall I stopped and returned to my
original lover. My presense was eagerly anticipated with a pair of
outstretched arms and an expression that told me somebody was going to
be crying as soon as she was sitting in her safety seat of her Dah's
rented car. I felt bad but I couldn't let Hannah see it.
"Hey, you! Instead of crying why don't you give your naughty Uncle
Julian a little kiss and show him what you want him to lick before we
have to put some clothes on you?"
She instantly reverted to a hungry little sex toy, her grin wide enough
for me to see a few flecks of bacon and eggs nestled between a couple of
her front teeth. Her knees were lifted, her feet placed on the edge of
the chair, and her tender thighs splayed wide enough for me to see all
the way to her bright pink cunny.
Her lips were kissed first, and after a brief check to make sure we
would be alone, I cupped her head as I brought our mouths together for a
very romantic French kiss with a preschooler. Not eager to wait too
long for some naughty fun I slipped my right hand down her body and as
lovingly as I could tenderly massaged and fondled her bare puddin. It
didn't take too much prompting for Hannah to encourage me to relocate my
mouth and tongue by pressing down on my shoulders, one last look to my
right made to confirm that I wouldn't be caught by her folks while I was
orally masturbating the five year old. Moments after I confirmed that
nobody was in sight I settled into my task as if the two of us had been
intimate since birth.
Once her hips began to stutter and jerk around on her chair I licked
her nectar from as far within her vagina as I could reach, sucked each
of her small nether lips into my mouth for a quick nibble, and then
kissed her bald cunny as a last measure of lust before I lifted her into
my arms so I could get her dressed and packed.
Even as I was cleaning her up in my bathroom and trying to get her
dressed in my bedroom my young playmate kept encouraging me to let her
sit on my shoulders facing me, her thighs tightly against my ears, and
her naked puddin engulfed by as much of my mouth as could be sucked in
once I surrendered to her needs. After a minute or two of diligent
effort Hannah finally succumbed and jerked around on my shoulders as if
I was biting her tender pussy.
It took a few minutes to finally get clothes on her so the rest of my
countrymen wouldn't visually enjoy what I had for the last few days, and
after she was dressed and ready to be seen I carried her toward her
parents.
It was paramount that Hannah and I had a nice chat in front of her folks
about how good little girls behaved in public and what might happen if
my little British girlfriend would act up. We hugged quite romantically
after my speech, I got a nice kiss as a final reward, and I then helped
Vince and Aileen with their directions.
An hour later, my house was more quiet and empty than it had been in
months. I was alone, and I hated it immensely.
I moped around for a number of minutes and tried to recover some sense
of responsibility and schedule, but I was too far involved with a little
girl who had only recently become part of my life. I must have walked
through every room in my house trying to straighten out my thoughts and
a few of the rooms, but none of it worked. All I could do was surrender
my emotions to the reality of what Hannah had done to me ... and what
I'd done to her.
As hard as it was for me to believe I actually cried myself to sleep on
the couch, the dishes in the kitchen left where they sat when we all
rose from the table. I must have remained on my comfy leather couch for
two hours, wallowing in self pity and hungry for the company of a little
preschool girl who not only didn't belong to me, but wasn't even an
American citizen. I must have looked pitiful and desperate, my tears
spilled for an innocent child whose mind I'd slowly polluted with lurid
sex and a form of affection that was far beyond anything that she could
understand.
Once I woke up I was determined to do something useful with the rest of
my day. Just after noon the kitchen was cleaned up, I got showered and
dressed, and then took off in my nice ride for a day away from the
house. As I drove around I noticed the Independence Day celebration
that I'd so anxiously enjoyed was a distant memory, the normal bustle of
cars, people, and life moving as if nothing might have happened over the
last few days. It was nearly as if it was an erotic dream that I had
cooked up as a result of being lonely and despondent.
When my cell phone rang as I drove across town I almost had a wreck
trying to get it out of my pocket. But rather than a highly accented
British voice on the other end telling me that Hannah was going to be my
responsibility for the next thirteen years it was a buddy of mine who
wanted to play a round of golf. It might not have been the best
distraction nor the best company, but it was a diversion that I couldn't
pass up and a person who would help me stop thinking about Hannah. If I
couldn't have my little playmate with me, then I might as well not just
sit around and think about her.
Whacking a little white ball around a perfectly manicured lawn isn't
what most people would call a productive afternoon pastime, but when a
man's mind has been polluted with thoughts of sex with a preschooler
anything is better than nothing.
After our nine holes we ate dinner at a nice restaurant and I was then
asked if I wanted to go have a drink while watching some naked babies
strut their stuff. The first thing that came to mind was a room full of
preschool little girls wearing diapers or less and doing their best to
ascend an incredibly tall and difficult to climb brass or chromed steel
pole. It was such an erotic thought that my buddy had to snap me out of
my reverie with a lewd comment about my desire for some attention from
some cute little thing. I wasn't about to tell him how little or young
the thing was on my mind.
His offer wasn't something that I'd normally accept nor was it on the
top of my list of activities for the evening, but I'd rather watch a
pretty woman do her best to talk me out of a few one dollar bills as she
shoved her naked body close enough to smell than I would like sitting at
home alone and crying in an empty glass of booze. At least I could see
an older version of what I craved.
About the only thing I enjoyed while at the strip club was watching lots
of college age girls work so many horny fools out of their money while I
sipped on some mellow Kentucky liquor. I had a few little sweeties do
their best to convince me to cough up some cash and stuff it in their
tiny g-strings or elastic garters, and even had one lovely cutie just
sit with me for quite a while so she could rest and talk.
She was a pretty thing and looked sexy enough to ask to bed, but
inviting her to my place wasn't what she'd like nor would I be rewarded
as much as I had been with Hannah. She was paid for her time on the
chair next to me or on my lap half an hour later, but her reward was
limited to a few thin flexible bills and not my hard thick cock.
My nameless and almost completely naked hostess was actually quite
pretty and also very tolerant of where I placed my hands. It wasn't an
overt act of impropriety but an accidental caress that made her lean
into my left shoulder and press her lips to my ear.
"As long as nobody sees you do it I won't mind if you wanna play with my
titties. The club has a policy of no inappropriate contact, but most of
the girls kinda overlook a little touch now and then if it makes our
guests feel good. If you're careful and gentle I'll probably feel good
too."
"Doesn't it bother you for so many strange men to want to touch and
fondle you like that?"
"Yeah ... most of the time, but by your expression for the last hour I
can tell you're more interested in some other little thing than me."
"Am I that transparent?"
She giggled, gave me a hug, pressed one of her tits into my face for a
moment, and then leaned back.
"You're the kind of guest I love to visit with, because you're more
interested in being distracted than trying to cop a feel. If you're not
careful I might ask you to keep me company all night."
"Really?"
"Yeah ... except ... "
"I know, I know. Your employer expects you to be working rather than
just sitting on a horny old guy's lap so he could stare at and molest
you, right?"
"Tee-hee. I like you, and I wanna know your name."
"Joo ... Jules."
"Jewels ... like diamonds?"
"No! Like Jules Verne ... the science fiction writer."
"Who?"
"Never mind. You can call me Julian. And what is your stage name,
young lady."
"Don't call me that! It makes you sound like some old pervert or
something."
"Well ... I am, Honey. Why else would I be here?"
"Because a sexy little angel broke your heart, and you're trying your
best to forget her, aren't you?"
"I guess I need to apply a thicker coat of paint the next time I leave
the house, huh?"
"Tee-hee. Felicity."
I knew the instant she offered her name why she chose that one.
"Soooo ... you want your guests to think of you as Heaven on Earth, and
rapture on two sexy legs, huh?"
"Tee-hee! You're sweet, Julian ... and smart too."
"Actually I'm just very horny, and I wanna make a pretty little angel
smile so I can forget my troubles."
"Julian?"
"Yes?"
"If I don't dance for you I'm gonna have to find another guest or my
boss is gonna "
Before she could finish I was leaning back in my comfy chair, pushed my
right hand inside the pocket of my slacks, and pulled out a conveniently
stationed twenty dollar bill.
"How many table dances can I get for twenty?"
"Two. We're having a special tonight, two for twenty."
"Please tell me you're a little older than twenty, my dear."
"Tee-hee. Yep! I'm just twenty one, and I'm old enough not only to
work here and drink but also to make any decision I want."
"Don't tempt me too much, or I'll ask you something that will gross you
out for sure."
She leaned into my body while stuffing the bill into her garter and
whispered into my left ear again.
"Tonight I want you to treat me like your little mistress, okay Julian?"
"You sure you want me thinking of you like that, Felicity?"
"Please? You've been treating me so nice, and you're so generous that
I don't wanna think about you leaving tonight."
"If you keep talking like that I might try really hard to be your Sugar
Daddy."
"Tee-hee! Well ... since I don't have one already that would be nice."
A minute later Felicity was doing her best to earn the twenty I'd given
her, and in spite of her wicked mannerisms and obvious lurid hints that
she needed me to succumb to my own hormonal blindness I never once
reached out with my hands to touch her as so many of the other men in
the club were doing to the other dancers.
She was able to talk me into relocating to a more private and intimate
corner of the club after the first dance, and after I moved I lost sight
of my golfing buddy. He was a big boy and could take care of himself,
so I forgot about who he was with and concentrated on Felicity.
After a couple of watered-down-drinks Felicity talked me into letting
her dance for me in a very private alcove, and by the time she was
pushing me deep into the highly cushioned leather chair she was pushing
her small tits into my face and leaning into my hands with her g-string
covered pussy. All I did was keep my hands on my lap or around my
tummy, and the more I resisted her need to coax me into touching her the
harder she tried.
Her efforts proved futile until she was lying over my body and pressing
her lips to my right ear.
"How hard do I have to try to get you to touch my pussy?"
"To be honest ... pretty hard. I have no desire to get kicked out of
the club, because I remember someone telling me when I walked in that
you girls were off limits."
"Damn! What are you made of, granite?"
"No ... just common sense."
She looked around for a moment and once she seemed comfortable with the
surroundings took my right hand, slipped it down the front of her tiny
g-string, and arched her back so she could push her shaved pussy into my
touch.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm!!! I've needed you to touch me for the last hour. Please
give me a little cum."
Ten minutes later she was sitting on my lap, had a look of utter bliss
on her face, more than a few drops of perspiration on her forehead, and
she was leaning her head onto my left shoulder with her arms around my
neck. Felicity was happy, I was frustrated, and I knew touching her was
the only thing I'd be allowed to do.
She resisted my desire to leave, but I wasn't going to get any more than
a few casual rubs or maybe a quick handful of her small titties and
plump shaved twat. As bizarre as it seemed I actually preferred to
spend my time with a little girl than with an adult woman.
By the time I got home it was well past eleven. All I had the energy
for was a short midnight swim in the nude, a fifteen minute soak in the
whirlpool tub, and then a quick shower before I went to bed.
I didn't really sleep that well all night.
The next two days passed so painfully slowly it was almost as if I was
in a solitary prison cell for twenty years. Even with my financial
freedom and the ability to go anywhere I desired I still felt as if I
was a marked man waiting to die. My mind had been so polluted with
thoughts of Hannah and the immoral sex that I had coerced her into that
nothing of my days or nights seemed normal anymore.
I was a fucking mess.
On the morning of the third day and still sitting in my recliner where
I'd plopped my butt the night before with a long empty glass of Kentucky
bourbon in my left hand I finally couldn't take it anymore. I glanced
at myself in the reflection of the wide patio window and saw a pitiful
man who needed to get a grip on his life.
Instead of bemoaning the passing of my wife and the company of an adult
woman I was lusting and fantasizing over a preschool child who would
soon be gone from my life, never to return. Sure, Vince and Aileen
would come back eventually, but they would be headed home soon after and
take their lovely little baby girl with them. I'd still be alone and
wouldn't be any better off than when I looked into my reflection.
I put the rinsed glass in the dishwasher, straightened the area where
I'd been the night before, and headed to my bathroom. After half an
hour of diligent effort I emerged a much better looking and nicer
smelling man. Once I was dressed and ready to grab my keys, I heard a
car door close outside and looked through the front windows.
Hannah!
My knees instantly weakened and I almost fell to the floor.
The brief burst of three knocks at the front door hadn't resonated
through the entryway more than halfway to the back wall before I was
pulling the door open and smiling at a little girl with a tear-streaked
face. My knees were pressed to the floor, she was in my arms, and then
crying as if someone had told her I'd died and taken her favorite
playmate along with me.
When I saw Aileen walking toward us I knew by the frown on her face and
her downturned lips that none of them had enjoyed their short venture
away from my home. Her expression exhibited a deep exhaustion that must
have come from having to contend with a fussy little girl, and I almost
hated to greet Hannah with a warm hug. Something told me that I was a
greater factor in that uncomfortable awareness, and I'd soon be expected
to make good on ruining their abbreviated trip. I only hoped Aileen and
Vince hadn't found out about my adventures between Hannah's luscious
plump thighs in front or behind.
"Aileen? You okay, Honey?"
"Not until we drove up to your house just now, Julian. There's been a
certain little someone who couldn't stand to be away from you, and she's
been totally miserable all day. If I didn't know any better she's more
in love with you than her own Mum and Dah."
I could have told Aileen that.
Aileen walked around me and my chest decoration and headed toward their
bedroom suite. She most likely needed to go pee and I wasn't about to
make her wait any longer by talking about their brief trip.
Hannah's sobs slowly subsided to a series of pitiful whimpers and brief
hiccups, her body so tightly against mine that she must have been sure
someone would rip her away at any moment. If Vince had gotten upset
with his own daughter I'm sure the frustrated father might have even
told the little girl that I'd be a distant memory if she didn't fly
right. The fact that my arms were completely around her chubby body
would have prevented that, at least until Vince implored me to release
his child or the cops showed up.
Vince came walking up moments later, a pair of small suitcases in his
hands and a look on his face that didn't bode well for me. What he said
to me right off proved that point.
"Mate! We need to talk!"
"Sure, Vince."
When Aileen came back from their bedroom suite she looked at me as if I
had raped her or her little girl. There was a sadness in her eyes that
couldn't be hidden, and I suspected I was about to be locked away for
the rest of my life, the cops certain to arrive in five or ten more
minutes.
"Julian, can we go sit down and have a nice chat, please?"
"Sure, Aileen. Would you like something to drink or eat before we do?"
Rather than respond with a cheery expression, she seemed to glare at me
as if she was incredibly angry. I was taken aback by her attitude and
lowered my eyes to the floor in humiliation. But instead of lambasting
me for some horrible crime, Aileen reached forward and engulfed me and
her little girl in her snug embrace. She then whispered some soft words
that took me completely by surprise.
"Oh, Julian! Why do you have to be so damnably sweet?"
"Huh?"
"Never mind, Love. Come on ... let's go sit."
Holding a tired little girl who finally seemed to relax in my embrace I
was led by Aileen to the same couch where I'd spent a number of hours
lamenting my pathetic existence. Aileen let me sit first and then sat
so close to my right thigh that it looked as if she wanted to sit on my
lap like Hannah did a few days before. The young mother's left hand
remained on my shoulder and even pushed around my neck under Hannah's
right arm, both of them gently shifting the tips of their fingers around
against my bare skin and sending dozens of shivers up and down my spine.
My mind was filled with untold confusion, both of the ladies on my couch
not nearly as upset or offended as I'd anticipated, but both of them
very quiet and waiting for something to happen.
When Vince walked toward us from their bedroom suite Aileen shifted away
a little bit and withdrew her hand. He plopped into the loveseat to our
right and let out a loud sigh as if he really didn't want to have a
conversation about some aspect of the last couple of days. That only
made me feel more uncomfortable, my Brit guest about to unload his grief
onto me with full force and most likely with some added frustrations
about having lost two precious days of their holiday because of
something related to my precious Hannah.
Aileen waited for a minute and when she saw that Vince wasn't going to
start talking, she did.
"Julian ... I'm sorry we're all a bit gruff at the moment, but today
hasn't exactly been our best. You see, our little Moppet has been a
mite anxious to come back to see you rather than to enjoy the sights of
your country. She did okay the first day and a good part of the second,
but last night and today she's been exceedingly grumpy and quite eager
to come back home. We tried to keep her distracted with all sorts of
activities and tasty food, but once she set her mind to coming home to
see you that's all she's been able to think or talk about."
I liked the sound of her saying that Hannah wanted to 'come home',
because it meant that she wanted to be with me as much as I did her.
Hannah kept up her gentle and slowly arousing caress along the back of
my neck, her small fingers raking across my skin like her tongue had
along the underside of my cock. I wanted so desperately to reach under
her dress and give her a nice caress along her pantied bum, but knew to
keep my hands out in the open until I was sure I wouldn't get into tons
of trouble as a result.
Aileen paused for a few moments and then kept talking as if she needed
to get something out in the open and quickly.
"Vinny put up with her antics for quite a while and even enticed her to
play along with some silly road games, but when our little girl started
to cry and softly ask to come home this morning he couldn't take it any
more and gave her a bit of his mind. He did something that he's never
done and actually yelled at his own little Moppet, and that only made
matters worse. For the last three hours the two of them have been full
of tears or frustration and I was caught in the middle trying to help
both of them relax. But even I got the brunt of Vinny's temper and he
barked at me, and he's never done that. That's when we knew to take a
break from the road and come relax for a bit."
She paused, looked over at her husband for a moment, and then turned
back to face me.
"We should have talked about how Hannah might have reacted to such a
loving and affectionate adopted American uncle before we left, but we've
never had this sort of thing come up before, and Vinny and I are a bit
mystified and honestly, a little concerned. Hannah's never expressed
such an intense desire to be with anyone like this before, and to be
quite honest it's as if she was a teen girl in love for the first time.
Since she's just a preschooler we had no idea her first love could hit
her so hard and hadn't anticipated she'd start chatting up boys or might
want to be around one until she was at least twelve or thirteen."
I felt extremely proud and horribly guilty. If anyone ever found out
why Hannah adored me so much and why she wanted to remain in my grasp
every minute of the day I wouldn't be alive by the time their plane
landed back in Great Britain.
"There's something about the two of you that's obviously very special,
and rather than fight it I'd rather we talk about it or just accept it
and try to figure out what to do next. Can you help us, Julian,
please?"
Well, it was bound to happen and I was in it all the way to my neck.
There was no other way out of that situation than to be honest about my
love for the little girl and hope I didn't have to spill my guts about
every nasty thing I'd done to and with her. I gathered my courage and
hoped my mind could keep up with my mouth.
"Aileen ... Vince ... I'm in love with your little girl."
After the words bounced off a few walls I expected either one or both of
my adult guests to lunge at me with their teeth bared and a look of wild
fury in their eyes, but they did nothing and just sat there, waiting for
me to offer more.
"I know I shouldn't have fallen for such a precious little Kitten, but
she's stolen my heart and I've done everything I could to show her the
best side of me that I have. If she were old enough my actions could
have been interpreted as romantic in nature and all of my deeds little
more than a prelude to proposing to her at the right moment. I've done
everything I could to spoil her rotten, show her a truly good time, give
her every moment of my attention, and treat her as if she was the only
reason for me to be alive. I've given her the impression that she's a
little princess and I'm her loyal servant, eager to do her bidding and
take care of her as if her very wish were my command. I'm sure even her
Mum and Dah haven't shown her the kind of total commitment and absolute
adoration that I have, even though you've both been wonderful parents.
But Hannah is a little girl who's also been influenced by the tender
heart of a lonely fellow and enjoyed the attention as much as or even
more than I have. You can't blame Hannah, because she's just an
impressionable child and not an experienced and conscientious adult
like her newly adopted American Uncle Julian."
I got a slightly tighter hug from Hannah and felt her grin against the
left side of my face. She must have truly loved to hear me talk about
her like that and might have felt incredibly thrilled at having that
kind of influence on an older fellow's heart. I hesitated a moment
longer, collected my thoughts, and then began again.
"I know it's absurd for a grown man to feel this way about a little
girl, but my experience with someone like Hannah is incredibly limited,
and I just wasn't prepared to be so quickly at her mercy. I hadn't
counted on actually falling in love with her, and to be honest I'm more
than a little embarrassed because of how that might look to you both. I
know she's just a little girl, but ... to me Hannah is more than that.
She's actually stirred my heart to feel things that might not be thought
of as appropriate, merely because she's so young and precious. I know
she can't love me back the way I love her, but her devotion and
adoration are so precious and special to me that I'd be willing to
sacrifice a lot more than she realizes, just so she'll be happy."
I was almost babbling and pouring my heart out to the preschooler's
parents, their expressions going from one extreme to the next as I
continued my emotional deluge. It was only when I began to tone down my
rhetoric that they appeared to finally relax a little bit.
"I'm truly sorry for making both you two and her miserable, and I feel
horrible about making your stay in my country these last couple of days
so difficult. I wish there was something I could do to make it up to
you. I feel as if I've let you all down."
It might not have been what I should have said, but Vince and Aileen
hadn't given me the impression they knew the real reason for Hannah's
desire to be with me every minute of every day. Vince was the next
person to begin to speak, his voice very relaxed and calm.
"Now it all makes sense! Mate, I'm truly glad you spilled your heart
out like that, because now I know why my little girl has been acting as
she has for the last day or so. My little Moppet really *is* in love
for the first time in her life, and her Mum and Dah just weren't
prepared for it. The fact that it isn't some Brit or American rock star
or some kid at school but a poor old Yank makes the whole affair seem
funnier. I know it really isn't funny, per se, but so incredibly
shocking that if I didn't know you any better and hadn't spent the
better part of three days living with you, Julian, I'd have told you to
bugger off and I'd have called the local constabulary to drag you to
gaol in manacles. Blimey, Mate! You could have picked a younger one,
you know!"
The humor and sarcasm fit Vince and I had to grin when I looked over at
him, both of us sharing a rather nice quiet chuckle at my expense. I
didn't have time to respond or amend anything I'd previously said before
he began again.
"Now that we know why Hannah's *really* been so grumpy lately, I've got
the perfect solution. I just hope you're up for it, Lad."
"What's that, Vince?"
"Buzzy and I will try this again, except this time we're gonna leave my
Moppet with you so you can deal with her moods. That be alright with
you, Mate?"
I didn't even have to think about it.
"I wouldn't mind one little bit! If you and Aileen would like to take
another few days or even a week to yourselves, then don't worry about
the two of us. I know what to do to get this little kitten smiling and
will do everything I can to keep her that way."
As the fullness of my own statement sank in I reconsidered what that
might do in the long run and added a bit more before either Aileen or
Vince realized what kind of permanent damage I could inflict.
"Something else that I'll be sure to do while she's in my care is to
help her understand that there will come a day when the three of you
will be headed back to England and home. She won't like leaving her
first boyfriend in the States, but sometimes everyone must say goodbye
one last time, and we all know that Hannah can't stay with me on a
permanent basis. She may put up a fuss, but that's just gonna make it
harder for you to consider coming back next year if I can convince you
to put up with her antics that long."
Aileen then broke in and added a bit more.
"I'm glad you're thinking that far in advance, Julian. Yes, there will
be a day very soon where the four of us will part company, but until
then Hannah can live a lovely fantasy of being a little princess for a
handsome older Yank prince. She can be in love until we need to go home
and the two of you can cuddle and coo like a couple of songbirds for as
long as you'd like until we need to leave."
I instantly felt enlivened and as if my life was once again worthwhile.
Aileen resumed her stipulations and confirmed that we needed to be
mindful of that sad day little more than a week and a half away.
"But she needs to understand that when that day comes she can't act
like a little terror and make her Dah and me miserable. She needs to be
the good little Moppet who we love and adore nearly as much as her
adopted Uncle Julian, just without all the constant affection and
cuddles that she gets from you."
I leaned down slightly and spoke directly into Hannah's right ear.
"And what about you, Kitten? Are you gonna be a good little girl for
your Mum and Dah when it really is time for you to go home? You can
only stay with your Uncle Julian if you promise to your folks that you
really will mind them when you have to leave. Can you do that?"
It took her a moment to think about it, but when she realized their
holiday would eventually come to an end, she nodded into my neck and
squeezed me tighter still. I knew she was telling me that she didn't
want to think about that at the moment and would rather cuddle in
private, but I wasn't going to let her off quite that easily.
"Come on now, Kitten. Your Mum and Dah need to know that you're gonna
be a big girl when it comes time to give me one last kiss and a hug when
you step onto that big jet to go home. Are you gonna tell them so
yourself, or are you gonna make them angry with me 'cause I've been
spoiling you so much? What's it gonna be, Kitten?"
She relinquished her grasp of my neck, leaned back, looked at me for a
moment, gave me a very appropriate and innocent kiss, and then climbed
off my lap. Her first stop was her father's hug, the man showing a lot
more emotion than I expected when he gave his little princess a very
loving embrace.
"I'm sorry for being a spoiled cur, Dah. I'll be a proper big girl
now."
After she gave him a perfectly chaste little kiss, he released her to
repeat the procedure with her mother.
"I'm sorry, Mummy. I'll remember to act proper from now on."
Aileen couldn't hold it back and let out a few stuttering sobs, the
young mother probably more aware of her little girl growing up right in
front of their eyes at that moment than either of them could have
anticipated. My having been around to either help or encourage her to
mature far sooner than either of them expected was a strange
accomplishment that nobody might ever know about unless Hannah slipped.
After both of them were smiling and had wiped the tears from their eyes,
Hannah jumped up into my lap and resumed her place against my chest.
She felt so comfortable against me that I truly hungered to raise her as
my own child. The problem was what I'd be doing to and with her until
she was old enough to understand that daddies and their little girls
don't normally share such intimate personal and sexual activities unless
they have a *very* unusual and rare relationship.
With only a week and a half left to show her a good time and spoil her
even more rotten, I decided to change the tone in the room by wiggling
a couple of fingers into her ribs until she couldn't stand the strain.
Hannah's increasingly infectious laugh eventually got all three adults
following along, Aileen eager to help tickle her little girl with an
extended left hand. Just as we were in full tickle mode we got an ear
piercing squeal that couldn't be ignored.
"I gotta wee!"
Aileen was the first to say anything in response.
"Alright then, Slave ... your princess is calling."
"Back in a minute, you two."
A few moments later and slightly worried that she'd pee all over me I
had the good sense to run as quickly as I could to the hall bathroom.
As if nothing had changed and I was still the doting adopted uncle who
was permitted to do so my hands tugged her panties down to her ankles
right in front of the potty, her smock was lifted in back, I nestled her
plump ass onto the padded commode seat, split her knees enough for me to
see what I wasn't supposed to be looking at, and gazed hungrily along
the tight crease of her chubby thighs. As soon as the greatest burden
had been relieved, Hannah grinned at me and splay her thighs a little
bit more.
We both knew we couldn't have a full-on sex party, but a gentle tickle
and maybe a nice lick would suffice for a bit. After I dabbed her dry,
she tugged her frock up her body, leaned back onto her hands behind her,
splay her thighs as far apart as they could go, and again softly uttered
those two magic words that turned me into her slave.
"Lick me!"
My face drew forward as if preprogrammed into my DNA, my hands cupped
her soft silken thighs, and I engulfed the whole of her vulva with as
much of my mouth as I could. Moments later my tongue was bathing her
labia from vagina to clitoris and at least one of her small hands was
around the back of my head to keep me in place as the pungent smell of
her urine wafted up from under my chin. The satin rubbery feel of her
naked pubis and plump labia majora drove me on like a thirsty man who
had survived a long walk across a vast desert of loneliness without a
sip of water.
I was ready to give her a nice cum, but we both knew that had to wait
until later on when there wasn't anybody around to count our time in the
bathroom. After a long exploratory lick as far inside her tight vagina
as I could reach I kissed her pussy one last time for that visit and
smiled at my tiny lover.
"Let's get you dressed and go visit with your Mum and Dah, Kitten."
"Can we play some more soon, Uncle Julian?"
"When we have the chance we'll play as much as we can, okay?"
"Kay!"
By the time I'd emerged from the hall bathroom with Hannah smiling in
my arms, both Vince and Aileen were nearly asleep where they'd been
sitting. I had the perfect solution to ease their tired bodies and fill
what I knew to be empty stomachs once I confirmed my suspicions.
"Hannah, have you and your folks eaten anything since breakfast?"
"No. I'm kinda hungry, Uncle Julian."
"Good girl! Alright then, let's go see about that."
When Aileen felt me sit Hannah down on the couch, she opened her eyes
and smiled a little bit. An obvious sense of relief and calm had washed
over her mind after my speech and I was about to add somewhat to her
state of well being.
"Aileen, I'm gonna run off to collect some examples of food for all of
us to eat. While I'm gone the three of you can take a nap for a bit and
if you're up to it, resume your holiday in my pool as if nothing
happened today to spoil it."
"Julian, I ... "
I knew she was going to try to argue with me, but all I had to do was
raise my index finger to vertical and hold it in the air as if I had
some supreme ability to control her vocalizations. Hannah giggled a
little bit at my unique ability to silence her mother, but didn't seem
to want to push her luck by laughing too long. What Aileen said next
proved I was in more control than I anticipated.
"Yes, Sir! I'll mind like a good girl."
Wanting to take advantage of an opportunity to teach my little lover I
turned to the preschooler and softly spoke.
"See, Hannah? Even your Mummy knows when to be a good girl."
To hear the little girl giggle behind her hand again lifted my spirits
even more, my right hand relocated under her left thigh a short way so I
could fondle her bare limb almost all the way to her pantied bum. I
wanted to touch her more, but knew to keep my 'public' displays of
affection restrained.
"Aileen, before your nap why don't you and Vince go take a cool swim and
relax in the sun for a little bit? I'll go put this one down for a nap,
and when I return with my cornucopia of edible delights we'll all eat a
nice meal and have a good laugh."
Hannah was shocked that I didn't want to take her with me, but I had to
exercise some of that mature responsibility within me, her understanding
of their imminent departure made more evident by obeying my desire for
her to take a nap without me lying beside her. She still did her best
to change my mind, though.
"But, Uncle Julian, can't I go with you?"
When I turned my head away from Hannah I saw Aileen look at me somewhat
anxiously as if she also needed to see if I could help Hannah come to
terms with them having to leave without their little one making a real
scene at the airport. I didn't want to, but I needed to make sure my
young guest understood the rules of the house, so I turned to Hannah and
began to speak very softly.
"Remember when you said you were gonna try to be a big girl, Hannah?"
She reluctantly nodded to me while looking at her Mum.
"That means that you need to listen to your Uncle Julian even if
sometimes what he says isn't fun, right? Well, you're a tiny bit tired
right now and it would make your Mum and Dah very happy if you proved
that you really were a big girl by obeying me this time. I know you
wanna go with me to get the food, but since you've had a rough day how
about if you acted like a big girl and not a little baby and did what I
said? You can either sleep in your own bed, or mine, or if your Mum and
Dah ask, you can sleep with them. But if they're gonna have a quick
swim, then you're gonna need to pick which bed you'd like for me to take
you to. I'll give you a quick cuddle and help you go to sleep, but you
can't put up a fuss, alright?"
"Yes, Sir. I'll be a big girl and take a nap like you said."
"Now, that's my girl."
During my attempt to prove my paternal maturity Vince had awakened and
must have heard much more than I suspected, because after I turned to
Aileen and Vince he smiled and then I turned back around. As I was
making my way toward the bedrooms with Hannah in my grasp I quietly
spoke over my shoulder.
"Back in a minute, you two. Get comfy and I'll get this one settled."
Just before I turned into my master bedroom suite, Aileen spoke.
"Thanks, Julian. That swim sounds good, so don't worry about us until
you come join us in a bit. Come on, Vinny. Let's get out of these
clothes and into that nice water."
"Right, Love."
The sound of my bedroom door closing filled me with a kind of electric
warmth that permeated every fiber of my being, because I knew Hannah and
I would be alone for a few minutes. It might not be for very long at
the moment, but every minute with my little playmate was a joy. Hannah
then softly whispered into my ear just before I started to lay her down.
"Uncle Julian? Can we do our special secret game for just a tiny
minute, please? I promise I'll mind and be a big girl while you're gone
to get the food and stuff."
Rather than lay her down, I sat her bum to the bed and tugged her frock
over her head and arms. She then flopped back and lifted her feet into
the air, wordlessly commanding her doting slave to take her sandals and
socks off. With those items tossed to the floor behind me and her dress
shifted far enough away that I didn't wrinkle it, I then watched as my
little lover lifted her bum off the bed by holding her body up with her
shoulders and feet. Her panties were tugged off her hips, then down her
chubby thighs, and finally pulled over her toes half a second later.
As soon as her limbs were free of any hindrance they fell to the bed
and flopped open as if to command her minion to perform some religious
ceremony that proved my devotion to her. My mouth being applied to her
bald and tender vulva was the perfect means to worship her and validate
how faithful a servant I was. She didn't last more than two minutes
before her hips began to undulate into my mouth, my pride and happiness
restored as her preschool cum pervaded every nerve in her small body.
Rather than overextend my stay at her naked charms I sucked her nectar
from within her vagina, licked her until she giggled, and then lifted
her up for one last trip to the loo. After she added a small measure of
yellow liquid to the water beneath I wiped her pud, cleaned her with a
soapy wipe, took her to bed, slipped her panties back into place, and
tucked her in for a short nap. She was asleep before I could finish
lifting the coverlet over her tiny bare breasts and erect pink nipples.
The first thing I saw as I walked onto the patio from the house was
Aileen lying naked on a chaise lounge, her knees flopped apart just like
her little girl's, and a perfectly clear view of her shaved cunny
staring right back at me. It was obvious she wanted me to have a good
look before I went to get our meal, and I didn't mind one bit as Vince
swam across the pool away from me. I stared right at her labia majora
and saw a glistening sparkle from her vagina, as if she intentionally
left her body wet at that one spot, or was aroused and had already
started to reveal a strong need to be pleasured by someone who knew what
he was doing. I was tempted.
"Okay you two. Any last minute requests before I go rustle up some
grub? Let's hear it!"
Aileen answered as predictably as the sun coming up.
"Come on, Julian! You don't have to go through all that."
"So ... no specific preference from you, then?"
"Rat!"
She hesitated for a moment and then softly asked for something that I
was hoping would be on my list of stops.
"Would you mind terribly if I asked for one of those wonderful burgers
at that place we went to the other night?"
"Just like you ordered last time, Aileen?"
Her soft sigh was an obvious sign of reluctant acceptance, but it still
sounded sexy coming from her.
"Haaaaa ... yes, please."
Vince emerged from underwater just as Aileen made her selection.
"And what about you, Vince? Any preferences?"
"Would you mind terribly if we had one of those great burgers from that
place where we ate the other night? That was one truly delicious meal,
Mate! Be sure to tell them that a Brit told them so."
"Well done, with extra onions and peppers?"
"My ... I can't very well keep anything from you, Mate!"
"About as much as I can keep from you, Good Sir."
I was hoping he would *never* find out about my relationship with his
five year old daughter. Rather than push the point or invite any
further conversations along pedophilic lines I focused their attention
on the subject at hand.
"Very well, then. It's off to the great hamburger place. Back in a
little while. You two just relax, get some sun, take a swim, have some
sex, and for goodness sakes, please just have fun, okay?"
As I turned and made my way toward the patio door, I heard Aileen giggle
a short comment to her husband.
"You know, Love, I think I like this Yank! He's got a mind that truly
is focused on the finer things."
After I got my car out of the garage and onto the street I dialed the
phone number to the restaurant, ordered everything the same way we had
the other night, added a few items for flavor and fun, and then smiled
like a Cheshire cat the rest of the way there.
I was back through my front door much quicker than I'd expected, my
hands filled with an overstuffed bag of food and my heart pounding in
my chest in anticipation of holding a happy little girl in my previously
lonely limbs.
The first thing I did was to put the entire contents within the sealed
large foil-lined paper bag into the oven with the temperature set to
warm on the dial to preserve the heat of the food. The next thing was
for me to locate my guests, the patio devoid of naked bodies and the
concrete completely dry. It was obvious they'd stepped out of the water
quite a while before, so I knew where the two of them would be.
All it took was a casual stroll down the hall to hear an impassioned
female voice behind their bedroom suite door, Aileen whimpering and
moaning in ecstatic bliss while Vince focused his efforts with some
aspect of their enjoyable sex. It sounded good to hear them going at
it, because that would afford me a few minutes alone with their daughter
so I could do something similar. I might not have as much time as I
needed to fully enjoy the little girl's delights, but I should have just
enough to fondle my playmate and see her smile when she woke up.
Hannah was still in the same position where I last lay her down, the bed
linens unmoved, and her hair still draped over her shoulders. She
looked so peaceful sleeping in my bed that I didn't have the heart to
disturb her and exited the bedroom suite. It might not have been what I
wanted, but as my precious playmate would soon learn there are times
when what we want isn't always important, or required.
I opted for a short rest on the couch, the aroma of our lunch wafting
through the house like a welcome invitation. Once I plopped down into
my comfy domain I just had to smile if for no other reason than to let
out some of the emotional strain from having spent a few days alone.
Sure, I'd be alone in little over a week and a half, but at least until
then I could enjoy my life and have some immoral fun with a little girl.
I was just about to nod off when I heard a door down the hall open and
then close. I secretly hoped it would be the younger of my guests and
waited anxiously to hear or see who would greet me.
"Mmmmm! That's smells heavenly!"
It was Aileen.
"I was wondering when I'd see you two. If you didn't emerge from your
honeymoon suite quickly enough I was going to eat your burger and fries
and offer my apologies after you decided to join me."
"What about your little girlfriend, Julian? Where's Hannah?"
"Sleeping."
Aileen plopped down onto the couch next to me and then immediately lay
herself over my lap backward, her bare legs extended toward the hall
where she'd walked from, but her top covering just enough of her body to
keep me from lunging forward in lust and 'having a go' with my lovely
Brit guest.
Once she was comfortable she raised her arms over her head as if in
surrender with her eyes locked onto mine as if she wanted me to do
something we both knew I shouldn't. That gave me an idea, and I
immediately put my quickly devised plan into play.
Her top was just short enough that the bottom hem barely covered her
hips after she extended her arms over her head and shortened the
material even more that it normally covered. I looked down to her bare
thighs, smiled, and then looked into her eyes.
"Very lovely, Aileen. Vince is a very lucky lad."
"I wish he knew that, Julian. He might give you the impression that
we're quite the love birds, but he's showing off more than he'd normally
do when we're at home by ourselves. Being around you is having an
effect on both of us, and I'm not the least bothered by how you're
affecting him ... or me."
The hint had been dropped and I was about to pick it up. To give her a
quick thrill I leaned as far forward as I could and in a bold move gave
her a fairly unremarkable kiss. She immediately wanted to wrap her arms
around my neck, but I held her hands over her head and left them lying
on top of the couch. If I got her fire started it might take the entire
contents of my pool to cool her off.
"Is Vince gonna be joining us soon? I can't imagine him being very
happy seeing his wife lying over his Yank host's lap like this."
"He's fast asleep, Love."
That was all the hint I needed to do a bit more.
We shared another fairly innocent kiss, although I could tell she wanted
to push it to the limit when she licked my teeth and tried to encourage
me to repeat what she'd done. That only served my purposes better, so I
leaned back and smiled as I let her hands go. Using that same hand I
reached down her body to the bottom hem of her top and gently tucked my
index finger between her thighs where the fabric stopped. Using a soft
and very affectionate tone I tugged her top up and whispered.
"Anything under here that you might like me to take care of?"
Aileen immediately billowed up with an impassioned deep breath and
whimpered at me, telling me that she was very horny and anxious for her
American host to offer a souvenir that wouldn't go back with her.
Keeping my digit against her thighs and working slowly higher, I kept a
consistent pace until the tip of my finger felt the pliable softness of
her sweetly shaved and plump labia majora. As soon as my digit split
her nether lips I stopped moving and let my finger remain with her fat
lips astride my nasty digit. Her first reaction was to push up with her
hips, but I softly discouraged her.
"Nuh uh! No helping. You just lie there, young lady."
"Unnnn! Meanie!"
"That's right! Now, do as I've said."
She pressed her ass down into my lap but would have preferred to go the
other way, my finger tucked snugly between her pussy lips and just as
anxious to fondle and masturbate her as she was hungry for the abuse.
Moving incredibly slowly and pressing down just enough to rub her clit
as if I was taunting her I shifted her top only slightly higher exposing
her Mons Veneris. With one quick glance toward the bedrooms I whispered
for confirmation.
"Are you sure Vince won't be joining us too soon, Honey?"
"Yes!"
The sound of her voice told me that we might have a chance for a bit of
fun without being disturbed, so I pulled her top up enough to completely
expose her entire naked hips and then removed my hand.
"My, my! What a lovely little prize I've got here. I wonder what I
should do now that you're at my mercy?"
"Damn you, Julian! You know perfectly well what I want you to do."
"Then you've got to promise to obey everything I tell you to do, and you
can't argue, young lady. Do we have a deal?"
She didn't even think about it before she answered.
"I'll do whatever you ask of me, Love. Now please don't torture me so!"
"Well ... that's exactly what my plan is, Sweetie. I intend on giving
you a really rough time and make you hate me for wanting to torment you
until you're begging me to stop."
"Nuuuuh! Please don't make me wait, Julian, I beg you!"
I took another look down the hall, listened for a moment, looked into
Aileen's lovely green eyes, and then tucked my middle finger between her
thighs about two inches from her plump cunny.
"Keep your thighs together, Honey, and let me just touch you."
In a highly strained and suppressed voice Aileen confirmed that she'd
be willing to be my play toy for a little while.
"Okay!"
My digit went up and down along that long vertical split that defined
her luscious limbs, her skin nearly as soft and silky as her little
girl's. It was fun to draw out her sexual need, in stark contrast to
how Vince preferred to just dive right in and attack her.
Aileen seemed to enjoy my making her wait, but it was obvious she also
wanted me to give her a nice cum, her hips quivering and anxious to
thrust toward the ceiling. That only made my task much more enjoyable
and urged me to prolong her agony.
The instant the inside of my digit touched her plump labia a second time
she whimpered and needed to thrust into my finger, but she maintained
her place and posture as I had instructed.
"Good girl! Now, just be patient."
"Randy American bastard! You're really enjoying this, aren't you?"
With incredibly light and torturously slow movements I barely grazed the
surface of her fat nether lips as I tickled down between her thighs and
then drew whatever lubrication to the keyhole at the top of her tight
slit upon my return. She let out a genuinely painful moan, her need
apparent and my ambitions heightened.
"Damn you, Yank!"
"Alright then, Aileen, you've been a good girl so far, so spread your
legs apart and cock your knees out so I can see what's mine for a few
minutes."
"Nuuhhh! Only a few minutes?"
"Shhhh! Be quiet, Honey. No talking and no moves unless I permit it."
"Mmmmmm!"
Her thighs came apart just as slowly as I'd hoped, her awareness of my
control over her enough to keep her movements predictable and measured.
As soon as her knees were bent and flopped open against the couch I drew
a line from the top of her Mons straight to her dripping cunny, my digit
continuing to apply only the least amount of pressure against her skin.
I didn't even distort her soft flesh with my touch, the mere hint of a
caress enough to get Aileen's hormones started. Proof of that was her
thighs beginning to quiver and her hips slowly pushing up toward the
ceiling, but more specifically, into my finger.
Applying the lightest touch, I teased at her vagina and strummed her
tender opening with repeated caresses, tickling at her womanhood and
causing a veritable flood of lubrication. Drawing some of that precious
nectar out of her I hooked my finger in slightly and split her labia
enough to feel her try to grip my digit with her silky smooth and
dripping muscular vaginal opening. Poor Aileen was in agony, but she
maintained her role in our wicked adult game.
Using the liquid love I'd borrowed I shifted my fingertip along her
tight slit until I felt her aching bundle of nerves that screamed for
relief, rolling around the outside of her clitoris rather than directly
across it. I even captured her prepuce with my fingertip and tugged
back far enough for force her lovely little pink button to pop out. She
flinched and whimpered when I did that, something that she might not
have been aware of now a permanent part of her living sexual need.
Instead of giving her what she craved I withdrew my finger and then
slipped another alongside as I pushed between her thighs again. Giving
her a moment to think about and enjoy what I was doing I cupped her
entire vulva with my fingers and then slowly squeezed. A deep breath
filled her lungs in direct proportion to the degree of pleasure she was
feeling from my fingers.
She might have wanted me to give her a quick cum, but Aileen appeared to
be completely immersed in a whole new way to be sexed, her face slightly
contorted in exquisite rapturous agony, but a quivering smile on her
lips that told me she liked the way I played with her body.
I slowly relinquished my grasp of her vulva and allowed two digits to
remain behind, my index and middle fingers tickling along her nether
lips in an up and down motion. She might have thought of my touches as
an attempt to tickle her were it not for my repeatedly slipping at least
one of them inside her pussy, but the sensation was obviously very
enjoyable to Aileen, because I saw her grin wider and felt her push into
my hand slightly. To tease her further, I gently gripped and tugged on
both of her plump lips a few times, and then took each fat sliver of
flesh into my possession and rolled each one around.
Of all the things I could have done to give her sexual pleasure just
touching and fondling her seemed to do more than focusing on her clit
long enough to force some involuntary undulations from within her body.
Aileen was in agony but she kept her part of our immoral agreement, her
hips straining to remain in place and her hands still far over her head.
The moment she felt those same two digits tickle deep into her vagina
she let out a pitiful whine that told me I was taking far too long. If
we had a few hours to spend alone and nobody would walk in and disturb
us I'd take her further down that sweet road of illegal love that she
most likely had never fully traveled on. For the moment it was time to
bring her to the peak of climax and then let her rest.
I would have preferred to use another appendage or drag her abuse out
for another hour, but Vince was sure to walk in soon and ruin what
Aileen and I were enjoying. Without any warning I extended my middle
digit along her slit, tickled at her ass a few times, and then gently
pushed into her vagina in a slow but continuous motion. I only stopped
when the whole of my finger was enveloped in 100 degree wet silken heat.
Aileen couldn't hold out any longer and began to push up into my hand,
her need approaching and my responsibility to give it to her. After one
last glance down the hall I shifted my left middle finger next to my
right one, removed the original invader, and relocated it and my index
finger astride her aching clitoris. It didn't take more than a few
moments before I located her G-spot with my left middle digit and began
to gently but firmly massage and roll that spongy pad of tissue around
inside her vagina. At the same moment my right index and middle fingers
tangoed with her nubbin, stroking alongside her aching bump as if I was
trying to hug rather than rub it. It was a perfect plan, Aileen slowly
building to a crescendo that might break some glass when she screamed.
The movement and speed of my digits were increased until I finally took
hold of her clitoris and began to roll it around under both fingertips.
By then Aileen was beginning to orgasm, and I was planning to keep her
there for as long as possible. I never imagined she would let me
masturbate her for over fifteen minutes continuously.
Her body stuttered and undulated on my lap the entire time, her thighs
frequently lifted slightly as if to block my access, but her awareness
of my skills and her need to grant me whatever room I desired keeping
them open slightly and near the couch. Her upper body also bucked and
twitched as her ongoing cum poured through her like a wall of hot lava
coming down a long slope, each new obstacle overcome with little effort
and eventually absorbed in that wave of heat that had no equal.
When I saw her repeatedly try to move her hands in my direction to beg
for relief, I knew I'd done enough damage, so I slowed down but didn't
completely stop. I brought her down as carefully as I could keeping
her cum going but also allowing her to relax until all I was doing was
softly fingering her and lightly rolling her nubbin around.
Even after I stopped wiggling my fingers, Aileen kept quivering and
convulsing, her body totally immersed in a mental and physical orgasm
that would be a part of our past that neither of us could talk about for
the rest of our lives. Her vagina was literally dripping with cum and
my left thigh would be soaked, but I was eager to see what kind of mess
she made of me so I could scold her and force her to beg for my
forgiveness. It took a while, but after I removed my nasty digits from
her body Aileen finally opened her eyes and blinked feverishly as if she
was coming around from falling faint.
"You okay, Aileen? Have I hurt you, Honey?"
She tried to lift her body up into a hug, but all she was able to do was
extend her arms to my face and beg for me to come to her. I lifted her
into a sitting position and wrapped my arms tight around her, our
embrace a slow and very romantic affair.
Affair ... that was a word that would forever cause me some grief.
"How about you go get in the pool and cool off for a bit? I'm sure
Vince and Hannah will be up shortly, and I don't want them to see you
with that 'just fucked by an American' look all over your face."
"Yank Bastard! You know if I didn't love you so much I could really
hate you, Julian."
"Tell me, Honey ... was it what you wanted and all that you hoped it
would be?"
"Sweet Mercy, Lad! If my husband and little girl weren't here I'd sex
and rape you for the rest of the day. I'm not kidding, Julian. I've
never had such a sweet cum in my whole life, and I'll be indebted to you
far longer than you could possibly imagine. I just wish Vinny could
learn a thing or two from you about taking his time and teasing me the
way you do. My LORD, man! I hated your dragging it out so much, but I
just adored how thoroughly my orgasm swept through my whole body and
lasted so long. If you'd wanted to you could have kept me peaking far
longer than you did, and I wouldn't have uttered a single word of
complaint for at least another hour."
"Well, I could tell I was beginning to push it a bit and decided to give
you a break. There's no need for me to hurt you while pleasuring you."
"Julian?"
"Yes, Honey?"
"I wish ... "
"What, Angel?"
She sat on my lap with her arms around me and her lips close to my ear
for about half a minute, something in her head that wasn't going to be
teased out quite as easily as her last fifteen minute long cum. There
was no need for me to push her, so I just held her until I knew we
needed to get moving.
"You need to go cool off, Aileen, and I need to go change my slacks.
You've gotten me completely soaked, young lady, and I'm not sure whether
to be angry or throw you to the couch and finish you off."
"You know what I'd like."
"Yes, I do. That's why I'm going to ask you to hold on while I carry
you for a moment."
"Julian, wait!"
"Shhhh! Just hold on."
Her arms tightened around my neck and I slipped my left hand under her
thighs to support her body. In one difficult move I pushed myself up
off the couch and walked toward the still unlocked patio door. Once
outside I set her feet to the warm concrete, tugged her top straight
off her body, tossed the empty garment to the chaise lounge to my right,
and then shoved her backward into the pool. She let out a loud screech
as she flew and came down into the water with an impressive splash.
Before she returned to the surface and decided to take revenge I made
my way back through the patio door and toward my bedroom.
The moment I looked into the full length bathroom mirror I saw a large
dark spot where Aileen had soaked me. As soon as I had my pants off I
lifted that liquid souvenir to my nose and shuddered, the aroma far more
appealing than anything any other adult woman had provided. I actually
wanted to preserve the fragrance, but knew to enjoy the moment and let
it pass like so many before.
Dressed in another pair of slacks and carrying a load of clothes with me
to the washroom I grinned at myself for the brief adventure in lust with
a little girl and her sexy mommy, both of them lovely blonde Brits who
could have made the front page of a gentlemen's magazine ... well, one
of them anyway. The other magazine hadn't been permitted since the last
pedophile's mag was being published in the Netherlands in the late
seventies.
Just as I was walking out of the washroom I saw Vince stumbling toward
me still rubbing his eyes.
"Have a good nap, Vince?"
"Mercy, Mate! There's nothing like a tough trip and a sweet bird like
my Buzzy to wear a bloke down."
"Yeah, I heard some of that when I got home. You two gonna be okay
alone, Vince? I might need to be your chaperone just to keep you from
hurting that little thing."
"Oh, she can take it, Mate. She's a tough bird."
"I'll take your word for it."
I knew better, but I had no business telling Vince how to treat his
wife.
"Vince, how about if you go for a quick dip with your lovely bride to
wake you up? I'll go get my little girlfriend, and then we can eat."
"Madness! I completely forgot about the food!"
"No worries, Mate! It's in the oven waiting for us. Be back in a bit."
"Right!"
I heard him splash into the pool the same moment I closed my bedroom
door. By that time Hannah had already turned at least once and was
curled up under the covers in a fetal position around one of my pillows
facing the other way. I could have left her there to sleep for another
hour or two, but she needed to eat and I needed to build up my energy
reserves for a future romp with my petite lover.
Moving as slowly as I had while torturing her mommy I worked my hands
under the cover until I felt the warmth of her bare back. Shifting my
digits slowly so I didn't tickle her I slid my hands around and under
her body until I was able to gently pull her toward me. Once she was
close enough to the edge of the bed for me to kiss her I leaned forward
and gave her bare shoulder a soft peck. That was all Hannah needed to
grin and stretch, her arms shifted out of the covers over her head, and
her legs kicked out as far as she could reach inside. That was my cue
to slip my right hand down her body and inside the elastic of her
panties for a quick fondle.
Following my lead, Hannah rolled onto her back and splay her thighs,
granting me every bit of room I needed to cup and then fondle her bald
cunny. Her face toward the ceiling also allowed me to lower my mouth to
hers so we could share a slow kiss, my right middle finger dipping
between her splayed thighs and as far into her tight vagina as I could
go. What a lovely little permissive angel.
Rather than get her out of bed right away I tugged her panties off and
lay them outside the coverlet, turned her body sideways with her feet
toward me, lay the sheet back, and exposed my little playmate
completely. Moments later, I was face first between her chubby thighs
and tenderly licking her silken vulva, just enough enthusiasm to make
her feel good, but not so much to work her into a crazed state of
euphoria.
Holding her satiny thighs tight to my ears, her calves hooked around the
back of my head, and her toes most likely wiggling in delight behind my
shoulder blades, I slowly bathed her hairless pussy from her tight ass
all the way to her aching clitoris. Focusing on her nubbin for no more
than half a minute was all it took for her to grip my head harder with
her legs and add her hands for good measure. Since she was already that
far along I decided to finish her off and give her yet another immoral
orgasm.
With her plump nether lips astride my nose and my tongue drilling as far
into her vagina as I could reach I eagerly drew as much of her sweet
nectar as I could into my mouth and feasted as she convulsed and thrust
into my face. I needed to unsheathe my cock and fuck the little thing,
but I'd already spent far too much time with her behind my closed
bedroom door already, and the food was either going to be a cinder or at
least much less tasty than it was when I bought it.
It took a minute longer to get her out of bed, off the potty, and
cleaned up enough for me to dress her, but once she was relaxed and
smiling into my left shoulder, I knew all was good in the universe. I
could have left her naked, but decided to slip her panties back into
place and then add a thin top so I didn't have the ongoing desire to
fondle or suckle her little erect nipples. My timing wasn't really all
that bad, both Vince and Aileen walking toward their room wrapped in a
bright white cotton towel when I emerged from my bedroom suite.
"You two ready for some food? I was finally able to talk my little
girlfriend out of bed and into my arms, and I'm headed to the kitchen
now. Interested in some potentially over-warmed food?"
"Be back in a minute, Mate!"
"I'll be just a sec, Honey. Don't do too much so I can help, okay
Julian?"
"We'll wait for you on the couch."
"Kay!"
Hannah was halfway between tired and completely relaxed, her hold around
my neck still snug, but her demeanor calm enough that she didn't incite
me to pull her panties down once we were alone. It felt so comforting
to hold her tight to my body, the warmth of her small frame stirring my
soul into a bright blaze that would forever remain lit. She was my
every fantasy and desire, in spite of her tender age and innocent smile.
Leaving the food in the special sealed paper bag and in the warming oven
was a better move than I had anticipated, because when Aileen took
command of my kitchen and began to extract our repast it was almost as
if no time had passed since I had put everything aside. The burgers
were still juicy, the fries surprisingly crispy, and the fried onion
rings the perfect consistency for all of us to attack and devour. The
food was eagerly consumed without a single complaint, very few words
spoken for the first few minutes a good measure of just how hungry
everyone was and how good the food remained.
As soon as the kitchen was cleaned up while Vince was away in the loo,
Aileen sidled up to me and gave me another hug. Not to return the favor
would have been rude, so I held her snugly and softly swayed back and
forth with her in my grasp. She seemed far more anxious to keep
possession of me than she should have, our wonderful adventure on my
couch most likely still polluting the young mother's mind. We'd already
crossed that immoral barrier twice, and if I wasn't careful we'd do it
again possibly more than a dozen times. Aileen was just as tempting as
her little girl, but with Vince around to keep me in check I knew to
share only brief moments of rapture with the lovely older Brit bird.
After we settled into the entertainment room for a short visit I could
see a measure of restlessness in both Vince and Aileen and I kind of
knew why. All it took was some gentle prodding to work it out of them.
"Alright you two. Tell me before I have to drag it out of you."
"We, um ... Mate ... would you mind if we got back on the road?"
"VINNY!"
"Come on, Buzzy! He's been so kind and offered to let us come and go as
we pleased, and you know why I'm asking."
"Do you two still have hotel reservations that you can't get out of?"
"Was it that obvious, Julian?"
"Yeah ... there's nothing like paying for something and not being able
to take advantage of it, especially when you're on vacation ... I mean,
on holiday. Why don't you two get dressed and just take off? I'll
take care of my little girlfriend while you're gone and if I need you
for anything I know your cell phone number."
"Julian ... you really don't mind, Honey?"
"Of course not, Aileen. I told you that you're free to come and go as
you please and I meant it. Now, quit wasting precious daylight and get
going. I don't know how far your hotel stay is, but I hope you're not
going to have to drive all night to get there."
"Actually, it's only about two hours drive on your interstate highway.
We should be there just in time to get checked in, relax a bit, and then
have some dinner."
"Before you do anything be sure to check with the hotel to confirm your
reservations. Sometimes they have a bad habit of making changes without
telling their clients."
"Good man, Mate! Right! Buzzy, off you go!"
"Thanks, Julian. I know I keep saying that, but I truly mean it, Love."
"Get going, Aileen. Go have a good time and enjoy your stay in my
country while you can. This is a happy holiday that I hope you'll all
remember for quite some time."
Aileen gave me a rather tender kiss out of Vince's view, cupped my face,
and then took off to their bedroom. After Vince confirmed their hotel
reservation, he grinned and followed his wife.
After they jumped in their rental car and left to places unknown the
first thing I did was to change the sheets on their bed, just in case
Hannah and I might sneak in her parents' room for a quick fuck or
thirty. My little girlfriend even helped me, her giggles and infectious
laugh coaxing me just enough to make a game of tucking the clean sheets
and blanket in the bed. Chasing her into my room and then stripping her
nude while nibbling on her arms, thighs, bum, titties, and cunny was a
real celebration in happiness for both of us. It seemed I couldn't keep
my fingers or mouth off that darling little girl when we were alone, but
Hannah didn't seem to mind much.
Thirty minutes later I was holding a very happy and extremely relaxed
little girl in my arms as we sat naked in the shallow end of the pool.
We didn't move from that one spot for quite a while, just holding each
other and glad that we were finally going to have some time alone. It
might have been the awareness of our privacy that kept us from feasting
on each other, or running wildly into my bedroom for hours of passionate
and immoral sex, because neither of us acted the least bit promiscuous
or lewd as we quietly held each other.
That changed when I heard a whispered request into my left ear.
"Uncle Julian? Would you take me to wee, please?"
"Sure, Kitten!"
I dried us both off, walked into the house, locked the patio door, lay
the towels onto the rack near the washing machine, removed the now dried
clothes from the dryer, and carried a quiet and anxious little girl to
my bathroom. She went pee, I wiped, and then took care of my business
as well. A minute later we were lying in my bed and kissing like two
teens in the back of a station wagon.
Hannah knew far too much about kissing than a preschooler should, even
though I encouraged her to extend her skills at every turn. Her deft
tongue was incredibly curious and ventured into every portion of my
mouth that she could access, my tongue repeatedly licked and tickled as
she did anything that she wanted to try. Sucking her lips and tongue
into my own mouth didn't slow her down very much, because she would then
shift her focus slightly and play with some other portion of my lips,
mouth, or tongue until I changed what I was doing. My larger mouth on
and around her smaller one could have potentially scared her quite a
bit, but Hannah took it all in stride and let me have as much access to
her lips that I desired. I even found myself totally oblivious to her
tender age a few times and imagined that I was making out with a much
older albeit very petite mature woman.
The feel of her naked bum in my hands and the smooth softness of her
chubby thighs against my fingers was the perfect departure from reality.
The entire time we were kissing I had my hands and fingers caressing and
fondling her tender body. The sensation of my digits sliding up along
that division between her plump limbs afforded me a whole universe of
pleasure. The feel of her silky skin against my fingertips tempted me
to move our lovemaking along, but my mind was aware that we had plenty
of time to share hours of tender affection.
While Hannah shifted her lips back and forth over my mouth as we kissed
she held my face in her small hands or cradled my cheeks with her small
forearms. There was no abuse nor any form of brutal coercion happening
as we shared minute after glorious minute of lingual and labial pleasure
since my petite lover more often than not directed how we proceeded.
My hands sampled the sumptuous softness of her tender body repeatedly,
my fingertips teasing at her butt and only barely splitting her thighs
so I could revel in the smooth grip of her naked skin. Each of my moves
was quietly accepted and carefully considered as she lie on top of my
chest, her thighs coming apart when I began to wiggle somewhat more
firmly. Moments later her round little ass was pushed into the air a
small amount and her knees cocked out as if she were offering her most
tender recesses for additional stimulation.
Using my left thumb and index finger, I splay her butt apart and was
happily shocked when Hannah arched her back and thrust her tiny ass even
higher into the air, her kisses and grip around my face completely left
to our previous antics. In a tender but lurid move I lightly tickled
at her anus with my right middle fingertip, her slightly protruding
pursed opening quivering with each flick and caress. She liked how it
felt when I explored her body because each time I did it she'd push
into my finger or hand even more the succeeding time.
Her ass must have been eager for intrusion because she kept lifting it
up into the air as if she were a kitten in heat for the first time, my
digit finally applying gentle pressure against her sphincter so she'd
relax a little bit and lower her hips to my body. But rather than let
me control our union Hannah began to rock her naked straight hips up
and down against my fingertip, masturbating her own asshole with my
digit. I didn't penetrate her, but didn't need to at the moment.
During one of her upward and rearward thrusts, my finger slipped down
just enough to be gripped by her small but plump labia, her vagina
coating my digit with a fair amount of her nectar. My attack was then
modified to include her almost infant girlhood, the snaps and pops of
her lubrication against my appendage adding a heightened sense of lewd
promiscuity to my deeds.
Hannah was slowly becoming more and more involved in her own torture, my
digit sought out repeatedly and then finally tucked down under so I
could immerse it within the 100 degree baby oil that she was generating.
What started as a tender caress to enjoy her soft skin evolved into my
finger slipping further and further inside her tight vagina, our kiss
broken when Hannah pulled her head back and took a deep breath.
"Oh, Uncle Julian! It feels so neat when you tickle me right there!"
"I'm glad you like how that feels, Kitten. Let me play with you like
this for a couple of minutes while you just lie still and relax. When
you want me to stop or do something else, just tell me, Sugar."
"Oh-oh-oh-KAY, Uncle Julian! Nuuuuhhhh!"
I finger-fucked that darling baby for over fifteen minutes without a
break. The wicked sound of my digit slurping in and out of her tight
pussy added a level of immoral lust to my body, and I was getting a
little impatient to slip something else inside her. I need not have
worried or grown too anxious, because it was an impassioned voice into
my neck that made me smile.
"Un-Un-Uncle JULIAN! Let me suck on your willy, please! I need to make
you feel extra good so you can make my peepee tingle a super bunch with
your tongue. Then we can play the mommy and daddy game too."
"Okay, Kitten. Let's get you turned around."
I could have removed my finger from her pussy, but I just loved to take
her to new levels of hedonistic pleasure with different ways to play.
When she was turned around far enough she reached for, claimed, and then
almost swallowed my penis whole. I nearly unloaded into her mouth the
instant she had a fair portion of my cock between her pink lips and
began to bob back and forth. Hannah was so determined to make her
loving adopted American uncle feel good that she focused far too much on
my glans, her lips snapping each time they crested and then slipped past
the flare of my cock. In spite of the oversensitive nature of my penis
it felt wonderful.
My eyes beheld the tender beauty of her naked vulva and ass from behind,
her luscious split I'd so frequently explored with my tongue and fingers
easily examined with my eyes. My middle finger was the perfect means to
keep Hannah's enthusiasm off focus, her frequent stutters and erratic
labial movements telling me that I had more control over the situation
than she did. But instead of taking complete autonomy of her and
forcing her to peak before I did I just couldn't resist the aroma of her
baby oil. I took my naughty finger away from her snug grip, slowly
pulled her pussy into my face, extended my tongue, a long slow swipe
afforded my playmate, and then a wild series of flicks along her plump
pink slit to tease her.
What had been an attempt to endure an hour of one sweet '69' turned out
to be a mutual need that had no restraint and tons of hormonal pleasure.
When Hannah's thighs began to quiver and her mouth worked slightly
further down my shaft than ever before, I knew she was getting much
closer to orgasm and had to focus my energy so I could give her every
measure of my love. In my pursuit of her joy I wasn't paying attention
to how close she had gotten me to my own climax, that deep tingle in my
balls signaling a premature conclusion to hours of sex with a child.
My fears of ruining our bond were sorely misguided, Hannah whimpering
onto my dick as if it were a natural microphone for her to communicate
to me with. Between the sensation of her humming onto my penis and her
incessant bobbing and sucking I was far too close to the precipice to
prevent what was certain to happen. Rather than discontinue my efforts
to make her cum as well I sucked her tiny clitoris between my lips,
flicked wildly at it with the tip of my tongue, and felt her whole body
lurch in one massive convulsion.
That was the moment we exchanged a form of erotic liquid tenderness that
I could only have fantasized about all my life. As the first blast of
my ejaculate painted her tonsils I felt a wave of warmth bathe my mouth
from her tender vagina and eagerly drank her life within my body. We
were a strange union of two disparately aged bodies sharing mutual fluid
expressions of physical pleasure, a queer circle of life being freely
served without any restriction or limitation. The only frontier to our
wicked bond was our ability to continue to pump out small amounts of
juicy eruptions, my cock lunging up into her mouth, and her vulva pushed
down hard into mine.
Somewhere between Heaven and Hell Hannah and I just lay tightly against
each other and accepted every portion the other person served, my tiny
partner a fully realized sexual being. What had started many days
before with my digit tickling her bald pubis, then her plump vulva,
extended to my tongue invading her vagina and claiming her clitoris.
Soon after my penis was the next hard extension of my body slowly
immersed within her snug anal grasp, my tiny lover asking for and
receiving her first intercourse. At the culmination of our sexual bond
she finally accepted every liquid helping from the end of my cock as I
unloaded sperm into her tender and preschool mouth.
Hannah would no longer be the innocent little girl who knew nothing of
sex, but would forever be tainted by the carnal knowledge of pleasure
and sexual need. And yet, there was a deep acceptance in my body that I
could help her come to terms with this vast new treasurehouse of skill
and wisdom, her body to be protected with intelligence and restraint
when some brute or her own hormones thrust themselves onto her small
frame. In spite of what I knew I'd done I was comfortable enough with
my ability to teach her what she needed to know before her parents came
back and took her away permanently.
Somewhere between being sucked on and munching on her vulva for thirty
minutes and the sun going down outside Hannah and I settled under my
bedlinens and snuggled. I let her take a long nap, her adventures and
activities rewarded with lots of gentle caresses and plenty of rest. It
was only the sensation of my bowels rumbling that forced me to stir.
Still sleeping the rest of a fallen angel I carried Hannah to the potty
and helped her empty her bowels and bladder, wiped her up, cleaned her
completely, and then tended to my own needs. Once we were more relieved
and I was able to think more clearly I carried my naked lover to the
kitchen for some food. It took a few more minutes than normal for me to
prepare us something to eat with Hannah naked in my arms, but I had a
strong need to keep possession of her at all costs. Her grip around my
neck seemed an adequate reply when moving around the kitchen as I set
about to prepare our meal, so I never once felt it necessary to sit her
down or relinquish my grip around her bare body.
She ate surprisingly well for a tired little girl, but once we'd
consumed everything I'd served I rinsed the dishes, let them sit in the
sink to be washed some other time, and then took Hannah with me to the
pool. As soon as I sat her down onto my lap I knew what I needed was a
more wicked bond with my preschool playmate, so her knees were lifted,
feet placed onto the junction where my thighs met my body, and my penis
gently worked into her tight vagina. After I was as far as her limited
dimensions would permit I leaned her into me and wrapped my arms around
her chubby body, a snug embrace by my petite partner telling me that she
was awake enough to wordlessly tell me that she liked the way I pulled
us together.
I could have fucked her and satisfied my own needs, but my love for
Hannah was deeper than that, and I chose instead to gently roll my hips
back and forth so our union had a more tender meaning. True, it felt
hideously gratifying to have sex with a preschool little girl for the
next hour without stopping, but time would only be important when I got
that fated call from her Mum and Dah that they would soon invade our
private sexual domain. I had no real idea when they'd return, but I
knew it wouldn't be that night.
An hour and a half into our illicit attachment Hannah began to share in
the slow movements, her increasingly active undulations telling me that
she was still enjoying our fuck enough to need more. I might have done
a little too much when I slipped my right middle finger behind her and
as far into her ass as I could reach, because Hannah was again torn
between shoving her hips forward so I could impale her tight vagina and
thrusting backward onto my digit so I could tickle her insides. She
must have stuttered and convulsed on my lap for nearly two more hours,
the sound of her impassioned and nearly painful whimpers fueling a fire
within me that could never be extinguished.
When she convulsed involuntarily one last time and then went rigid on my
lap I knew I needed to give her a break. I still hadn't cum inside her
yet, but I could take care of that at our next meeting. That meeting
took place in my shower, my petite partner standing on her tiptoes and
whimpering even louder than before as I repeatedly lunged forward and
fucked her tight ass over and over. When I orgasmed I literally lifted
her off her toes and held her in midair for a few seconds, the sensation
of my insides boiling and the throbbing of my cock giving Hannah a whole
new feeling to aspire to next time.
We weren't in bed for more than a minute before we were both asleep in
each other's embrace, my sleepy partner tucked against my left side with
her left arm hooked over my chest. Just before I closed my eyes for the
night I looked down to see a naked preschooler grinning, her blond hair
draped around her bare back and covering part of my left hand. We were
quite the couple, and I could only hope the remainder of her time with
me could be just as loving and memorable as that wonderful day.
The first thing I noticed when I woke up the next morning was the feel
of a small hand wrapped around my cock. Hannah was still asleep, but in
her slumber she had an instinctive need to hold onto me as she had the
previous night while fellating me. Her grip wasn't terribly strong nor
was she shifting her hand up and down my penis, but her small digits
tucked around my shaft still filled me with a kind of lust that urged me
to share in her touch.
Using careful and slow movements my left hand snaked down her back, then
over her round bum, between her thighs, and then a single naughty digit
wiggled firmly under. Hannah seemed to understand what I was doing and
where I was headed, her butt raised instinctively and her thighs coming
apart just a little bit. Once I had my finger safely and delicately
inside her vagina she relaxed, let out a soft sigh, and then went still.
That darned little thing remained asleep the whole time and didn't wake
up for another hour.
"Uncle Julian! I gotta wee!"
Her words drilled straight through any nasty dream or lusty desire I had
within me and I nearly jumped right off the bed. As I'd done since she
became a part of my life Hannah was tended to first, her smaller bladder
emptied, and then her plump and very red vulva patted dry. Just sleepy
enough so I wasn't aware of what she was doing I stood in front of the
commode and let Hannah take command of my penis and direct my morning
emissions into the bowl that she had recently vacated. It was only
after I yawned that I realized who had my dick in her small hands.
"So ... what's it like to wee with a big willy, Princess?"
"It's Kew-wuhl! Can I help you go wee like this all the time, Uncle
Julian, please? I promise to do a good job."
Of that I had no doubt!
"Sure, Princess. Just remember that we can't tell nobody what kind of
special games we like to play, okay? You and me are girlfriend and
boyfriend, and like your Mum said we aren't supposed to talk about what
we do at home in private."
"Okay, Uncle Julian. I promise I won't tell nobody what kind of special
games we like to play, including our most bestest special game ever."
"What's that, Kitten?"
"The mommy and daddy game! I like that one the best, 'cause it makes my
peepee all full and super tingly like I'm going down a super dooper long
slide and my dress flies up and shows you my knickers."
My bladder was voided far sooner than Hannah would have preferred, her
small hand still tugging and shifting my cock around. I knew what we'd
be doing if she looked at me in that 'special way' soon enough.
We were back in bed and fucking moments after she tilted her head up and
looked into my gaze with a pair of eyes that could still pierce titanium.
Rather than go slow that morning I decided to give Hannah a nice cum
and follow her with one of my own, so I turned her back to my chest
while still connected and began to flick and roll her clitoris around.
I started slowly enough so she could get accustomed to the physical
abuse, and once she began to whimper and mewl I knew to do anything I
could to stir that tingle from deep within her preschool body that I
craved and she needed.
Just as her thighs began to jump around I knew to focus my efforts.
With repeated lunges up into her hairless pussy I fucked that precious
little girl until my own orgasm began to burst forth, the sound of her
growing cries a wicked backdrop for me to use while I held her straight
hips in both hands, used her as a living fuck toy, and unloaded into her
small body. As soon as I exhausted my balls I cupped her whole vulva
and squeezed her within my grasp, the pressure from the inside of my
hand just enough to keep that tingle within her body. We lie still for
over thirty minutes, Hannah's small body riding mine as I panted and
tried to regain my breath.
We took a nice slow shower a few minutes after everything was quiet and
calm, her hair washed and a rinse applied, and then her whole body
gently bathed with a thick layer of bright white foam. I even let her
wash me from head to toes, with a long stopover with both of her small
appendages wrapped around my penis. She must have giggled more than
bathed me, the sight of my cock in her grasp and the feeling of her
touch sending lots of sweet tingles all up and down my body.
Hannah squealed in delight when I succumbed to all of her talented
touches and sprayed her already clean chest with five sticky gobs of
white goo. She was incredibly happy as she watched me hold onto the
walls with both hands with my eyes tightly closed and teeth clenched.
It must have seemed to her as if she were the most powerful person in
the whole world, and at that moment, she was.
After I got her washed off and both of us rinsed, I dried us with the
same towel, carried her back to the bedroom, and then tossed her onto
the bed. She squealed in joy at my impromptu game, but shrieked even
louder when I dove into her tummy and nibbled wildly. The feel of her
smooth skin and the taste of her tender clean flesh was like a
celebration of life for me, her giggles, laughter, and screeches the
sound of happiness that I craved with each passing minute.
What had started as a means to make her smile and writhe in exquisite
joyful agony turned into us kissing again, her naked body under mine but
not crushed by my weight because of how I'd propped myself up on my
forearms over her. I'd never known a woman who felt so comfortable
going from tickles to kisses so quickly, her hands around the back of my
head ample indication that she accepted each kiss and wanted more.
Our kisses ended with my mouth locked firmly onto her plump vulva and my
tongue Frenching her vagina. The feeling of her silken chubby thighs
held tightly to my ears and her tiny erect nipples under my fingertips
was an invitation for yet another day of continuous sex, but I knew we
needed to get dressed and go shopping, so I focused on her clitoris
again and slowly brought her to orgasm. Rather than torture her I let
her cum pervade her body and slowed my diligent efforts down with long,
slow, and wide licks that didn't diminish her feelings, but didn't
enhance them either.
Hannah just lie back and ran her small fingers through my hair as I
slowed my attack on her plump vulva and ended it with a series of gentle
butterfly kisses. I raised my face from between her thighs and we
looked at each other with dreamy expressions that communicated love on a
whole new plateau.
An hour later we were getting out of my ride and headed to the first of
many stops in our day, a huge grocery store that had more traditional
and less exotic fare than her Mum and Dah had seen the other day.
I got dozens of compliments on my lovely little girl, each of them
stirring a bright blush on Hannah's face and her burying her nose into
my tummy if I was close enough to the shopping cart where she sat. As
each loving gesture of verbal affection was offered I got yet another
chance to hug 'my little girl' against my body and then give her a small
kiss on the lips, as any proud daddy or American uncle would do.
Since I didn't need anything cold everything I purchased went into the
trunk of my car, and then we were off to another store. Hannah didn't
need another swimsuit, but I still hungered to see her wear something a
lot more provocative, so we stopped at a large department store and
disappeared inside near the ladies' section. As soon as she saw where
we were going as she rode on my left hip, she giggled, lay her head
against my shoulder, and gave me yet another snug embrace.
She helped me pick three different outfits, two that were bikini style
two piece suits, and one bright neon-orange one-piece suit that was very
narrow between the legs. For any other parent to buy something like
that for their own child made me wonder what kind of society I was a
part of, but I still bought the damned thing because it might look
hideously sexy on my preschool guest. The fun part was taking Hannah
and the three outfits to the dressing area so I could help her try each
of them on.
Strangely, stripping Hannah naked wasn't the biggest thrill. It was
helping her put each of those outfits on and then watching her model it
for me in the small mirrored room. I knew there were security cameras
behind those highly reflective windows and kept my fingers and lips away
from anything that I'd already become intimately familiar with, although
my eyes roamed freely and reveled in the sight of Hannah's lovely body.
The one suit she liked the most was wickedly tiny, just barely three
postage stamp sized patches of fabric held together with string. I got
her the neon orange suit just because I loved to see a large portion of
her plump little girl ass hanging out in back and the narrow strip of
material try to hide her plump vulva in front.
After I got her dressed and purchased her new swim wear our next stop
was for lunch at a typical fast food restaurant with a large play area
that contained a huge plastic maze that was sure to be fun. I knew her
panties would be openly displayed each time she slid down a long plastic
slide or when she knelt down in front of a large circular window just
about head high for most adults. I actually looked forward to seeing
her display herself without realizing what she was doing. What I hadn't
counted on were the other dozen or so little girls close to Hannah's age
who showed off various styles and colors of tiny panties as well.
One particularly naive little girl had no idea how much of her delicate
charms were being displayed by the loose-fitting panties she had on,
just enough gap between her thighs and her undergarment for a few of the
fathers around me to take notice of. Each of us hid our fascination
with her plump and bald cunny, and none of the other guys chose to
inform the little girl's mother that the child was the focus of so many
hungry eyes. I should have acted in a more protective manner right
away, but I was having far too much fun just looking at a little girl
showing off to all her silent and mature admirers.
In spite of my having seen, touched, licked, and fucked my own little
lover no more than a few hours before there was something within me that
forced my eyes to stay locked onto the other girl's hairless and fat
labia each time she squat in my direction or bent over and had her legs
far enough apart that I could stare hungrily at her near naked snatch.
Whatever fears I had about Hannah being the object of another pervert's
interest were made invalid each time that other innocent child displayed
her lovely charms.
When I saw a man with no child of his own sit almost directly in line
with the showoff in his sights I could tell his interest wasn't subtle
nor was he about to be gentle if he got his hands on her. That was my
cue to look for and find the girl's mother, call her over with a single
index finger curled inward repeatedly, and then when Hannah and the
showoff were playing with their legs splayed in our direction, walked in
front of the solitary pervert and stood in line of his luscious view. I
knew he was pissed at me for blocking his prizes, but he'd have to
physically overpower me to get me to move.
With my body and head ducked down close enough to both Hannah and her
little friend so nobody else could hear I softly asked if they were
having a good time. Hannah immediately sprung up and wrapped her arms
around me and gave me a big kiss on the cheek, the little girl watching
eagerly for a potential opportunity to do the same. By that time, the
girl's mother walked up, squat down, and was close enough for me to
whisper to. It was while she was tending to her own little girl that I
spoke to her.
"There's a man sitting right behind me about ten feet away who's been
staring between your daughter's legs because her panties are a bit too
loose. It might be a good idea to either tug them back into place or
call the cops so that weirdo doesn't get an opportunity to repeat his
antics with her or any other little girl."
The mother whipped around and glared at the guy, his face filled with
humiliation at having been discovered. Thankfully someone else noticed
his demeanor and had already called the cops, a pair of uniform clad men
eager to approach from his blind side and then begin to ask lots of
questions about his being in the child play area with no child of his
own. All sorts of excuses were made about the limited seating in the
restaurant area beyond, but all it took was a single glance by both cops
to verify that a large collection of tables were empty at the far end of
the dining area. Moments later one of the cops got a radio message that
a certain man with specific characteristics was suspected of molesting
and then raping little girls in the area.
Hannah and her showoff little friend watched horrified as the man put up
a feeble struggle, but he was soon cuffed and hauled off to answer for
his suspected crimes. It was only after he was stuffed into the back of
a police cruiser that both Hannah and her female buddy began to softly
cry, their awareness of what naughty men could do only after the danger
had passed.
The mother and I held our frightened charges in our arms as a few of the
other little girls feigned attention from their parents. We brought our
girls back to a state of quiet normalcy, our attitude quite similar in
nature as we softly caressed our little girls' backs and quietly shushed
in their ears.
With Hannah in my arms against my chest and the other little girl being
hefted somewhat uncomfortably by the young mother we went back into the
main dining area. That's when I decided to distract my girl with some
ice cream. A few minutes later Hannah was on my lap licking away at her
cone while the other little girl sat between me and her mommy, her hands
empty. All it took was a quick trip to the counter with Hannah keeping
her little friend company for me to return with another ice cream cone
for the slightly smaller little girl.
The woman and I talked for a little while until she noticed what time it
was. We exchanged salutations, the girls hugged and kissed, and then
waved as we went our separate ways. It was only after I got Hannah
buckled into her safety seat that she decided to ask about the pervert;
not her favorite American uncle, but the guy who was hauled off by the
cops.
"Uncle Julian?"
"Yes, Kitten?"
"Was that man looking at my knickers and my friend's knickers too?"
"Yes he was, Honey."
"My friend didn't know her peepee was showing, did she?"
"No she didn't, Angel."
She hesitated for a moment and then asked another more disturbing
question.
"Was he looking at my friend's peepee inside her knickers so he could do
bad things to her?"
"Yes he was."
"Was he a bad man, Uncle Julian?"
"I think so, Kitten."
"Why did those constables take him away?"
"Because he didn't have any children of his own, so he didn't have any
reason for sitting in the play area like that watching you and your
little friend playing. If he would have stayed in the main dining area
and just watched from over there the police wouldn't have taken him
away."
"Was he trying to see my peepee too?"
"I'm sure he was, but all he could see was your panties, I mean,
knickers. How does that make you feel, Kitten?"
"Scared! I don't like bad men looking at my knickers or my peepee."
"That's why you have to be very careful when you're playing in a dress,
Princess. You may not be aware of it at the time, but somebody might be
able to see up your dress, and if your knickers aren't pulled up real
tight, they may also be able to see your tender peepee. Do you know
what might happen if they wanted to touch you and you didn't want them
to? Do you know what would happen after that?"
"He might hurt me and tell me not to yell so he can take me away and do
bad things to my peepee."
"That's right! That's why you always need to be very careful when
you're outside and around other people. If someone can see your
knickers they might also want to see what's inside your knickers too.
If they're really bad people they wouldn't care if you cried or screamed
or even if you kicked and bit them hard. All they would do was slap you
and hurt you, and then they would do lots of nasty stuff to you until
they didn't want you no more."
"I'm scared, Uncle Julian!"
"It's okay, Kitten. I'm right here to protect you, okay?"
"I don't wanna let nobody see my knickers or my peepee, Uncle Julian!"
"That's a bright girl, isn't it? Now you know you need to cover your
knickers or keep your legs together when people can see you. But I've
got a nice secret for you that will make you happy."
"What's that?"
"There's a special way you can keep your knickers covered without
keeping your legs together all the time, since if you had to do that, it
would be pretty uncomfortable."
"What's that special way, Uncle Julian?"
"We can go back to the store and get you some shorties to cover your
knickers when you're gonna go out in public with me, or your Mum and
Dah. Would you like to come with me and see them?"
"YEAH!"
We went back to the same department store where I'd gotten her
swimsuits, and within five minutes of searching found exactly what I
hated to see little girls wearing. I bought her a total of seven
different colored panty covers, trying only one on to make sure it fit
and adequately protected her undergarment. Holding a very proud and
much relieved little girl in my arms we left the store to go for another
visit to a place with a lot more children around and a reason to take
advantage of her new pair of dark blue elastic shorties nestled into
place under her frock.
Hannah was practically trying to climb out of her safety seat before I
got my ride stopped, the view of the playground equipment and the
throngs of children climbing around and over it driving my little
playmate absolutely insane. It took some doing, but after I got my ride
parked and Hannah out of her seat she climbed anxiously into my arms and
knew to remain safely within my grasp. She might have wanted to run as
fast as she could to the playground, but she rode quietly in my arms all
the way there. I could tell it would have taken so little for her to
run wildly on her own had I let her, but the experience at the plastic
playground with the unthinking pedophile had scared her.
I made a circuit around the entire collection of metal playground
equipment and studied everyone in great detail before I squat down and
set Hannah's feet to the pea gravel. She must have remembered how
scared she was at the restaurant because she also looked around a few
times with her right arm around my neck. That's when I whispered into
her right ear and did my best to ease her troubles.
"Okay, Kitten. Now that you've got your knickers all covered up you
don't have to worry so much, but you still need to be mindful that there
are going to be some bad people who might want to look under your dress
anyway. As long as you pay attention and don't let anyone do anything
that's naughty you can run around and have as much fun as you want to."
"What about if I want to climb on the monkey bars, Uncle Julian?"
"Well ... then some people might see your brand new shorties, huh?"
"You don't mind if I show off my shorties, even just a little bit?"
"As long as there are other little girls doing the same thing, and I'm
nearby to protect you, then no, I don't mind."
"Can you come be with me when I go play on the monkey bars, Uncle
Julian? I wanna play, but I don't wanna let bad people try to look up
my frock and try to see my knickers."
"Sure, Kitten. I'll be close by the whole time."
She then had a look on her face that I recognized. That's when I
realized I should have taken her to the potty at the department store.
She leaned into my ear and softly whispered, the feel of her breath
making my cock hard in an instant.
"I gotta wee, Uncle Julian."
"Okay. Let's go find you the potty."
Thankfully we found one not too far from the playground, a unisex
bathroom with a door that closed and locked once we were inside. The
fact that we had privacy could have invited a little of our own personal
play, but we both had a much stronger awareness of private activities
being conducted in public and how that might get someone into trouble.
With no immoral detours at all I helped her pull both her shorties and
panties down, lifted her over the potty so she didn't have to touch it,
she peed, I wiped her puddin, and then reinstalled her undies and dark
blue fabric protection. Moments later, we were both outside and Hannah
was incredibly anxious to go play with the other children.
She studied which of the welded metal features she wanted to play on
first, looked up at me once she decided, and we took off toward the
monkey bars with her squealing and me right behind. There was already
a large gathering of small children clambering all over the thing, a
number of the little girls wearing dresses or skirts and no shorties.
I looked and smiled and waited for Hannah to notice as well.
She must have been so excited about playing that she was completely
oblivious of her playmates' attitude toward showing their panties, until
Hannah was close enough to a little girl her age who was hanging upside
down right in front of my little lover with her dress inverted around
her face. As soon as Hannah saw the other girl's bright white panties
Hannah immediately climbed down and ran straight for me. I knew what
was troubling her and squat down to accept a slightly embarrassed little
Brit bird.
"Uncle Julian! She's showing her knickers to everyone!"
"I know, Kitten. I know. But there aren't any bad men real close by,
so I don't think we need to worry. If she was all alone then maybe it
would be bad for her to do that, but she has lots of friends like you to
help watch out for her safety."
"So ... as long as there are lots of other children around and you're
here to protect us it might be okay if another little girl shows her
knickers to everybody?"
"Maybe, but it still isn't a good idea. Why don't you go play for a
little while and let me keep watch so I can make sure no bad men try to
hurt her or you or any of the other children, okay?"
"I love you, Uncle Julian!"
"I love you too, Kitten. Now, go have fun and play."
She took off with a bright smile on her face and immediately climbed
right next to the other little girl, both of them hanging upside down
next to each other and showing what they had under their outfits. In a
matter of a few minutes, a larger collection of girls started to do the
same thing, many wearing shorts, a few wearing shorties, but a nice
number wearing lovely little panties. I had the perfect excuse to stay
and ogle the delicate scenery, calling and waving to Hannah every minute
or so with a happy expression of affection when she accomplished some
minor task.
Once the monkey bars were no longer a challenge she dragged me to the
slide, but she wanted me to ride down with her. I climbed the fairly
impressive narrow stairs, settled my butt onto the platform at the top,
had Hannah nestle her ass between my thighs, cupped my hand around her
tummy, and then we flew down toward the sand pit below.
Her squeals brought a whole collection of children to our playscape,
many of the same little girls who'd scrambled over the other metal unit
eagerly waiting their turn on the stairs. It was a fairly long line of
anxious faces staring up toward the platform ahead of us by the time we
walked around to the far end, a whole new adventure offered without my
realizing it.
As soon as we were next in line at the bottom of the stairs we both
grasped the round metal poles alongside the vertical supports and then
waited our turn to climb. It was only when I looked up that I realized
what kind of view I had. Ahead of us were a half dozen little pantied
asses standing patiently and waiting to be able to step up a few more
stairs so they could plop their tiny butts onto the shiny metal surface
and slip down. I got to see a variety of small, plump, slender, and
average looking little fannies and a couple of lovely slivers of pink
flesh that had been nibbling on the crotch of a pair of panties. It was
almost as if two of those sweeties were wearing thongs or T-backs,
barely anything hiding their charms and the gusset of their underpants
snugly gripped between plump labia majoras.
It was finally too much for me after three trips up and down the slide,
so I encouraged Hannah to try something that wasn't nearly as crowded.
The merry-go-round was our next attraction, one lonely little girl
pouting as she sat on one edge. That's when I realized who she was, the
same little angel who was the object of that other pedophile's strong
interest at the restaurant. It was a queer twist of fate for us to meet
like that, but my luck was beginning to turn around, and I liked the
change.
It might have frightened her for a stranger to talk to her, but with
Hannah in my grasp she didn't appear to be horribly offended or scared.
"Hi, Honey. Remember us?"
In a pitiful display of anguish she barely raised her small hand and
waved as she said "Hi."
"What's wrong, Honey?"
"Nobody wants to push me."
"Well ... my little girl wants to ride too, so how about if I push for
both of you?"
"Really?"
"Yup! Come on, Kitten. You find a place to sit and hold on tight. If
you want help your new friend and keep her safe when I start to run
around in circles like a big motor."
"Kew-wull! Hold on with me, okay?"
"Kay!"
"Hang on girls!"
All it took was a single circuit around the merry-go-round for me to
build up enough speed to get the younger girl squealing. Hannah must
have a thrill gene embedded in her DNA, because she wanted me to make it
go faster. I didn't want to frighten the smaller girl, so I kept the
speed at a respectable pace until the younger child wanted to get off.
After she climbed off with a look of equilibrium imbalance, I knew I'd
done a bit too much and just encouraged her to sit down on the ground
close to me and wait for the world to stop spinning.
"You ready, Kitten?"
"Yeah! Make it go really fast, Uncle Julian!"
"Okay! Here goes."
Once I was able to get Hannah up to speed and squealing, the younger
girl walked up to me, slipped her arms around my legs, and just hugged
me. I knew she was just expressing an innocent form of friendship and
took no provocative action.
After twenty or so rotations, the large metal-spoked wheel slowed down
enough for me to add more speed, but by that time a small gathering of
children wanted to climb on. I stopped it, let them all get on, had
them hold the railing so they wouldn't fall off, and then began to get
it turning. Once it was up to speed, but not as fast as when Hannah was
by herself, I let go, saw two older girls who wanted to act as their
motive force, and then sat down on the grass about fifteen feet away.
That lonely little girl immediately ran toward me, plopped herself onto
my thighs and leaned back into my chest. Without realizing it I'd just
found another little playmate, at least one who wanted to have some
innocent company.
By the time my quiet playmate got comfortable I was beginning to worry
that her mother or father might consider me a threat, so it was time to
learn a little bit more about the small life form who wanted a friend.
"What's your name, Honey?"
"Bristol."
"That's a pretty name. Where's your mommy or daddy?"
"I dunno."
"You don't know?"
"Nuh uh!"
"Then, what are you doing playing on the playground by yourself,
Bristol?"
"My mommy told me to play with my friends until she comes back."
"Is she gonna come back soon?"
"I think so. She lets me play with my friends sometimes when she has to
go someplace."
I shuddered to think of what might happen to Bristol if nobody had taken
the time to watch out for her, or worse, had taken the time to study her
antics and then encourage her to leave with them. That's when I knew I
wouldn't leave the playground until her mother showed up. Had the
former pervert from the restaurant followed Bristol I might have heard
about the little girl's demise in the paper or seen her face on the TV
during a missing-child alert.
After Hannah had spent enough time on the merry-go-round she ran toward
me, and as soon as she saw Bristol on my lap slowed down and had a look
of concern all over her face. Rather than shove her unknown friend off
my thighs and assume her place Hannah knelt down at my right hip and
put her arms around my neck. Bristol turned, looked at Hannah, and then
softly spoke.
"You're my friend from the restaurant, right?"
"Uh huh."
"What's your name?"
"Hannah. What's yours?"
"Bristol."
"Wanna come play with me on the fort, Bristol?"
"KAY!"
Both of them immediately jumped up and took off toward a squarish
looking metal assembly with a staircase, raised floor, small slide,
roof, large windows on each of the four brightly painted perforated
walls, and enough room for about a dozen children to be inside. It was
close but just far enough away that it was necessary for me to get up
off my ass and make my way to the next resting spot, but I didn't mind,
because I got to see all manner of pretty little girls romping about
playfully. Many of them had no qualms to show off their panties.
By the time I caught up with my girls they were both inside the slightly
enclosed and elevated room and waving at me through one of the large
windows.
"Hi, Uncle Julian!"
"Hi, Uncle Julian!"
Well ... I guess I was forever to be known as 'Uncle' to at least two
pretty little girls who weren't related to me. It made me feel good.
I walked up to their fort, stood just below their smiling faces, and
looked up to see Hannah's dark blue shorties and Bristol's bright white
panties through the large gap along the wall where it nearly met the
perforated floor. That one playscape was most likely one of the
favorite for a number of my fellow pedophiles, because there was
absolutely very little that hampered my view up their dresses.
"Hi you two! What-cha doing up there?"
"We're waiting for our prince to come rescue us."
Hannah seemed the perfect princess to me.
"Is he gonna come riding up on his white horse like in the fairy tales,
Angel?"
"Uh huh!"
"Well, I'll help you look out for him, okay?"
"Uncle Julian! Now you're being silly, 'cause you know that you're my
prince."
"Well, I guess I better to get my white horse, huh?"
"You'll pretend with us, Uncle Julian?"
"If you tell me what I'm supposed to do, I will."
She was about a minute into her instructions when I heard Bristol's name
being called.
"Bristol? Brisssss-Tulllllll!"
I turned, located where the sound originated, and then waved my right
arm in the air back and forth to get the young mother's attention. As
I'd suspected it was indeed the same mother from the restaurant.
"She's over here with my little one!"
The woman jogged closer, had an expression of concern on her face, and
then saw Hannah and Bristol holding hands inside the metal fort. As
soon as the woman was close enough she looked up into the girls' domain
and smiled at both of them.
"Did you find a new friend to play with, Bristol?"
"Uh huh! Her name is Hannah, and this is her Uncle Julian."
Her small right index finger pointed in my direction proved that I had a
name and was loosely associated with Hannah's lovely smile. That was my
cue to introduce myself to the slightly disheveled mommy.
"Hello, again. I'm Julian Masterson."
"How do you do, Julian. Andrea Foster."
"Hello, Andrea. We met Bristol at the merry-go-round when she was
bemoaning not having anyone to make it go around, so after Hannah jumped
on, I acted as their motive force and got a nice squeal out of your
little girl. I hope I didn't scare her too much, but she seemed okay
and stayed on for a little while."
"Thank you for playing with her, Julian. I'm glad you and your little
one were around to keep her company."
"Andrea ... I know it's none of my business, but is it such a good
idea to leave your little girl alone in the park?"
Andrea immediately blushed and looked down in embarrassment. The truth
had finally been discovered, and what she'd hoped to keep hidden was
learned by a perfect stranger. At least I was a kind of stranger who
wouldn't hurt her little girl or any other I might happen upon. In a
very calm demeanor, Andrea looked up to her little girl and Hannah and
offered a nice suggestion.
"Why don't you two play for a little bit while I talk to Uncle Julian?"
"Okay, Mommy!"
"Come on, Bristol. Let's pretend we're hiding from a big dragon!"
They both squealed in mock fear and then began to run around the inside
of their fort as if some hideous creature was mere feet away. The fact
that I'd spent quite a bit of time between Hannah's thighs might have
qualified me as that beast, but her smiles and hugs a little while
before proved that I was considered her hero rather than a daemon.
I watched Andrea for her reaction to my question and when she felt
comfortable enough encouraged me to sit on a bench that was about fifty
feet from the fort the girls were playing on. Since we were close
enough to watch everything that went on around the area I wordlessly
agreed with a shift of my head that we could venture that far away.
After we sat down and in a very subdued voice Andrea began to tell me
her tale of woe. She was a divorced single mother, was having to work
two jobs to try to make ends meet, had recently had her hours cut at one
workplace, and had to make up the difference by putting in random hours
at one of the grocery stores in the area. Strangely it was the same one
that I normally shopped in.
"So, when you go to work you just leave Bristol alone in the park?
Andrea, please forgive me for being so brutal, but someone could kidnap
her and she'd end up who-knows-where with her face and little body shown
to men all over the world on the internet. The fact that we both saw
that nasty guy at the restaurant confirmed what kind of evil lurks
around all sorts of corners. Don't you have anyone who can watch her
for you while you're working?"
"Come on, Julian, this isn't easy for me. I've only left my daughter
alone in the park twice since my husband abandoned me and Bristol, and
thankfully you're the only person who found out about it. I don't like
the idea of her being alone like that, but the apartment where we live
isn't any better than the park. At least here she can be with other
children and their parents. I hate having to leave her by herself and
have shed thousands of tears over the last six months since her louse of
a father took off. I can't afford to pay for a sitter and don't know or
trust anyone to watch her for me. So I'm stuck with very few options
and the least damaging or destructive one seemed to be her playing with
other children here."
She barely got through her monologue before she cupped her mouth and
tried to fight sobbing. In spite of my having no direct experience
taking care of more than one little girl at a time I instantly decided
to extend my services to Andrea.
"Hey, Hey, Hey! Come on, now! I'm not trying to make you feel worse,
Andrea, but was just horrified when she told me that she was all by
herself out here. I didn't know for how long or how often, so I just
assumed you were a careless or inept mother. Please forgive me for
sounding so harsh just now. I can't imagine what you've had to go
through just to make ends meet and take care of Bristol. Please
forgive me for assuming so much, please?"
"I don't need to forgive you, Julian. The fact that you were concerned
about her safety actually makes me feel better. I'm just glad nobody
else found out about my little girl being out here, most of all some
pervert who would have raped and murdered her."
"I guess that's why I was so worried earlier and why I wasn't going
anywhere until you showed up to take her home."
"Well ... "
"What? You're not coming to take her home, are you?"
"Actually, I was just coming to check on her before I had to run off to
my next part-time shift at the supermarket. I can't get a regular job
because I don't have any experience, and I have to take whatever work
any company is willing to offer. I don't like having to live this way,
but I don't know what else to do."
She was on the verge of another set of tears, so I stopped her by gently
resting my hand on her shoulder.
"Andrea ... I think you're about to get some good news."
She looked up at me with a suspicious glare and waited.
"How about if I helped you by paying for some professional daycare for
Bristol? I'd much rather expend some money doing that than worry at
night about where she might end up if I didn't help you somehow."
"You ... you ... you'd be willing to pay for daycare?"
"Yes I would! There's a place just down the street from the grocery
store that I pass by on the way every time I run to get a half gallon of
milk or some frozen vegetables. I'd be happy to take you and Bristol
there and get her settled into an environment where she'd be safe and
have lots of little friends to play with."
"Julian ... you can't do that!"
"Why not?"
"Because ... you don't even know me!"
"I know you well enough that if you don't accept my offer you're gonna
leave your little girl at the mercy of some pedophile who'll kidnap,
rape, and most likely murder her."
"That's not fair, Julian! You're trying to be nice, but for the wrong
reason. I'd love to accept your offer, but then I'd owe you for doing
that, and I don't like owing people for anything."
She was pushing back and I didn't want to risk the safety of her little
girl. My next move was something that she most likely would be truly
angry about once she realized the severity of my statement.
"Alright, then ... I guess I'll wait until you're gone and some pedo
will kidnap her so he can do horribly cruel and unspeakable deviant
sexual things to her tiny body. Or I could just call social services
and tell them that a little girl's mother just dumped her at the park
and is totally irresponsible and inept. If you can't take care of her
and you're not willing to let me pay for her care, then I'm sure the
folks at the state agency wouldn't mind taking her away from you."
The look on her face told me everything I needed to know about a young
single mother who was desperate to do anything, except deal with the
state flunkies who'd already ruined thousands of young lives and many
more families. Her first outward expression illustrated the protective
instincts of a mother bear and her defenseless cub. That sentiment
quickly faded and she again looked as if she was about to bawl. She
cupped her face in her hands and quietly sobbed for about a minute, her
awareness of her own plight enough to consider another more unusual
option that I hadn't presented yet. Once she was clear headed enough to
talk again, she sniffed, wiped her eyes, and then turned toward me.
"Fine! If you're such a generous person and are quick to come up with
intricate solutions how about if I let Bristol go with you and your
niece? That way, she'll have a friend to play with, you can watch her
yourself, I won't have to worry about how much money you're spending on
my little girl, and both of us will feel better knowing that she won't
be prey to any perverts running around the park. All you've got to do
now is convince your wife that she's got another mouth to feed and butt
to wipe. What about that, Julian?"
It was obvious she was trying to bluff me into rescinding my offer. She
had no idea how hard she would have to try and just what kind of life
I'd lived for the last three years. A single admission would have been
enough, but I needed to stack the deck in my favor, Bristol to get the
benefit of my efforts.
"Well, since my wife was killed in the Middle East three years ago while
serving in the American military I can't honestly say how she'd react.
But if she were alive she'd be happy for me to accept responsibility of
Bristol until you were on your feet. I've got a huge house with plenty
of space, have two bedrooms that are currently empty with at least one
that could use a little girl's sweet influence, and a big pool that she
can play in all summer long. Since it's enclosed in the winter time she
can even swim in it when it's freezing outside. Are you sure you can
trust me, Andrea?"
She looked deeply into my eyes and stared for a moment. She then said
words that almost ripped my heart out of my chest.
"You don't look like the kind of man who goes around pulling little
girls' panties down so you can rape them, Julian."
It was a dangerous tactic, but I needed to let the woman know a little
about my tendencies with petite and helpless angels.
"Tickle wildly maybe with lots of nibbles and kisses, but not rape. I
don't like to hurt anyone, least of all lovely and innocent little
girls who are too young to defend themselves."
An over-emphasized wink and a wicked grin might have seemed foolhearty,
but Andrea needed to be warned, even a little.
"Brute! I'll bet your niece just loves to have you hanging around the
potty so you can give her a good tickle after you've wiped her tender
underneath."
In order to protect Bristol, even for a short time, I needed to accept
Andrea's latest offer or just take her child to the daycare center and
let them have that kind of responsibility. But something inside me told
me that when Hannah left to go home I'd need to have some kind of nice
distraction. Bristol could be that distraction, even if I didn't coerce
her into being my little sex toy like I had Hannah.
"Fine! Then ... here, Andrea. This is my business card, although I'm
actually retired. It's got my cell phone number and address on it. Put
that in your purse and when you're ready to get off work, call me.
After you drive to my place "
"Uhhh ... I don't have a car, Julian."
"Then ... how do you get around, on the bus?"
"If I have enough money, I do. But most of the time I just walk."
That lady really had it bad, and I needed to do more.
"Fine! When you get off work I'll come get you, invite you in for a
nice meal with me and the girls, we'll talk some more after, and then
we'll figure out how to make this relationship somewhat more permanent."
By her expression I got the impression she instantly assumed I was
talking about her moving in with me as my wife, or slave. I could see
it in her eyes, so I amended my earlier statement without any delay.
"NO! NO! NO! Not that kind of relationship, Andrea. I'm talking
about Bristol being welcomed into my home so you and I don't have to
worry about her being alone in the park."
She hesitated for a moment and then softly queried.
"Julian ... why are you doing this?"
"Because I don't want anything to happen to Bristol. She's just a
little girl and can't be held responsible for other peoples' actions.
I won't make any more assumptions about why you're divorced or why her
father isn't willing or able to help, so I'll just say that I'm doing
this so Bristol can be safe and happy."
I should have anticipated it but was still surprised when Andrea lunged
toward me and engulfed me in her embrace. My deed must have seemed like
a holiday present to her and her little girl, and I knew not to press my
luck by venturing into areas of personal intimacy with Bristol just
because she was literally dumped into my lap.
After Andrea let me go and collected herself, she looked at her watch
and immediately exclaimed her horror.
"Oh my GOD! If I don't get to work in fifteen minutes, they're going to
fire me!"
"Take it easy. I've got a ride close enough that we could have you
there in time. Come on ... let's get the girls."
We called the girls away from their fort and I explained to Hannah that
she was going to have a new friend stay with her so they could play in
my pool together until much later in the day.
" ... and if her mommy says it's okay, you can let Bristol borrow one
of your swimsuits and both of you can play in the pool as long as you
want. How would you like that?"
"Really, Uncle Julian? For real?"
"Uh huh! For real!"
It was a simple matter of getting all of them into my car, although
without a second safety seat Andrea had to sit with them in back until
we got to the shopping center. She had just enough time to point to the
part of the store that had child safety seats before she realized that
I'd have to buy one with my own money. Using my all-powerful uplifted
index finger and while holding Hannah's left hand, I wordlessly told
Andrea to remain quiet. All she did was lower her head and nod.
"What time do you think you'll be getting off work, Andrea?"
"If I'm lucky, around midnight."
"Why don't you go take care of your employer's requirements and I'll
take care of these two? I'll get them fed, worn out in the pool, washed
behind the ears, and then when they start to yawn, I'll put them down
for a nice nap. When you call we'll come get you, and then you and I
can visit while they sleep off their busy day."
She was about to argue with me, but realized that she had no other
options and nodded once again with a tear in her eyes.
"Don't lose that card, Andrea, or you'll have to call the cops to come
look for me. I'd hate to have my face plastered in every post office
and TV screen in town."
A sly grin and a wink was just enough to get her to crack a little
smile. With a noncommittal hug for me and a kiss for her little girl
Andrea took off to go clock in for work.
I retrieved a large grocery basket, more for the girls than any food,
and began to make my way toward the child safety seats. It didn't take
long to find one that Bristol fit in properly and seemed to like, and
since I was spending my money decided to buy another one for Hannah,
just 'cause. The original seat Vince and Aileen had gotten for her
wasn't nearly as nice as the one I was going to buy for Bristol, so my
British visitors would get the benefit of my newest charge's presence
and Hannah wouldn't feel left out when something new was purchased.
After two large seats were stuffed under the basket I made a loud
rumbling sound like a truck engine and got both girls giggling. Rather
than waste the opportunity since I knew my way around the store I got
the bright idea to see if the girls might need or want something.
There were a number of hints placed in my ears about child appropriate
foods that were at their eye level, so along with two happy little girls
who wanted to show off their panties or shorties inside the basket I
ventured around the store and placed a series of items inside that met
with their approval. By the time we got to the checkout lanes the
basket was half full of food and the girls had to stand close to me so
they weren't buried.
The first thing I did when I returned to my vehicle was put the girls'
seats in place so they could take them for a test ride. With the engine
started and the air conditioner on high I began to unload the food from
the basket and then transferred all of the food that had been purchased
earlier and subsequently stuffed into the trunk onto the front passenger
seat or the floor directly in front of it. After everyone and
everything was in place I got in and drove home.
We got home just in time for me to hear those immortal words ...
"Uncle Julian? I gotta wee."
"Uncle Julian? I gotta pee, too!"
I barely got the garage door closed behind my vehicle and the girls out
of their safety seats before both of them took off running. Hannah was
first, since she knew where the potty was, and Bristol followed close
behind, both of them cupping their hands between their thighs. I almost
wanted to laugh out loud.
All I had time for was a quick grab of the cold foods bag, run inside,
stuff the whole thing in the fridge, and then take off running toward
the hall bathroom in time to hear a pitiful call.
"Uncle Julian! HURRY!"
I barely got Hannah's shorties and panties pulled down before she blew
up, her soft round ass settled onto the padded seat just in time for me
to hear a loud spray of urine into the clear water. Bristol had a
pained expression on her face, was dancing back and forth from one foot
to the other, and I knew we didn't have time to wait for Hannah.
"You gonna be okay by yourself for just a minute, Kitten?"
"Uh huh."
"Okay! Come on, Bristol!"
Rather than walk or run her to my master bathroom, I picked her up, held
her tight to my chest, carried her in a jog to the other potty, and set
her feet to the floor. Not worried about the potential indiscretions of
a stranger pulling her panties down Bristol just watched as I reached
under her dress, tugged her undergarment to the floor, lifted her dress
high enough to get it out of the way, and then nestled her as yet unseen
butt onto the padded commode seat.
Fractions of a second after her soft skin hit the cushioned material I
heard the same metallic spray from under her seated position, and knew I
barely made it in time. Bristol immediately had an expression of relief
and contentment all over her face, and I considered myself very lucky.
Once she was properly stationed it was time for me to go to the other
bathroom and tend to my little lover.
"You gonna be okay now, Honey? I need to go check on Hannah."
"NO! Please don't leave me alone, Uncle Julian!"
The sound of my new title burrowed deep into my heart and filled me with
a kind of joy that I hadn't anticipated. But I still needed to at least
check on Hannah.
"I tell you what. How about if I go really super quick and make sure
she's okay, and then I'll come right back and stay with you, okay?"
"Will you hurry?"
"I'll hurry, Sugar."
To ease her fears a little bit, I leaned forward and placed a chaste
kiss on her lips, Bristol grinning from ear-to-ear after that.
"Be right back, Honey."
"Kay!"
The moment I turned the corner and saw my little lover, she was smiling
and waiting for me to take care of my responsibilities. Acting as the
perfect servant I dropped to my knees, slipped my hands between her
thighs dragging along a small collection of paper, and then dabbed her
plump vulva dry. Since I promised to return quickly and without any
form of delay, I leaned forward, kissed Hannah on the lips, and then
shared my plans with her.
"Kitten, Bristol is kinda scared right now, so I need to go take care of
her just like I did you. Stay right here for just a minute more and
then I'll come back and give you a little lick, okay?"
"Okay, Uncle Julian. I'll wait right here for you to come back."
"That's my good girl!"
With another kiss and a little fondle as a deposit I rose and ran back
to the other bathroom. Bristol was just about to start crying when I
turned the corner and smiled. I then knelt down in front of her as I
had done with Hannah.
"I told you I'd come back, Honey. Do you feel better now?"
Rather than answer me, Bristol extended her arms forward. That was my
cue to reach around her and give her the hug she wordlessly asked for.
Once we were tightly embracing I whispered into her elfin curl.
"I need to wipe your underneath, Honey, okay?"
"Kay."
She let go, I leaned back, gathered some tissues, folded rather than
bundled them, and then splay her thighs so I could take care of my
business with yet another little girl. Bristol's vulva was just as bald
and beautiful as Hannah's, had a lovely slit that started high on her
Mons Veneris, and disappeared between her slender thighs. With as
expressionless a face as I could muster I slipped my paper-filled hand
forward and gently wiped rather than dabbed her labia.
Instead of looking at me, Bristol used one hand to tug her dress higher
so she could look between her thighs and see what I was up to.
"Why, thank you, Bristol! Now that I can see better, I can do a good
job of drying you, huh?"
"You're welcome, Uncle Julian."
Using gentle but firm pressure, I tenderly split her labia majora and
lightly teased at her tender vaginal opening, shifting the paper in my
hand just enough to steal whatever wetness had been there. During my
task and after she was dry I allowed the paper to fall to the tainted
water below and left my digits against her naked vulva. That's when I
realized something that I hadn't considered before. Bristol was quite a
bit smaller in overall stature than Hannah, the two of them similar in
mental capabilities, but surprisingly different in height and weight.
Their plump pudendums were also very pretty and amazingly similar in
feature and form.
Since I knew nothing about my new guest it was time to start asking
questions as I lightly and slowly strummed her bald snatch. Bristol
never seemed to notice what I was doing moments after I began to speak.
"So tell me, Bristol. How old are you, Honey?"
"Four."
"Wow! Your almost as big as my Hannah. She's five."
"I'll be five in August. That's what my mommy tells me, but I don't
know when that is."
"That's not very far away, Honey."
Neither were my fingertips from her silken pussy. With my right middle
digit lightly and slowly stroking between her nether lips and tickling
her vagina I tried to revel in her softness without scaring her too
much. Instead of hiding what I was up to, I decided for the direct
approach and softly spoke as I leaned forward.
"Are you all dry now, Sweetie?"
All she did was look down to the floor and shrug her shoulders. That's
when I knew Bristol could be trained just as easily as I had coerced
Hannah into such a truly enjoyable physical relationship. I had just
enough time to cup my fingers under her vulva, give her a nice slow
squeeze, and then soften my voice considerably.
"If you don't want me to, then I don't have to find out right away,
Sugar. How about if you just sat right here for a tiny minute while I
go check on my little girl? Then I can come back and see if you're all
done and dry."
In one quick movement I withdrew my hand, leaned back slightly, and
began to stand up so I could leave. I was instantly rewarded with a
pitiful expression, a soft whimper against the idea, and both of her
arms extended toward me in an obvious request for another hug.
"NO, Uncle Julian! Stay!"
I squat into the same posture before, rested my hands on her bare thighs
about an inch from her body, and leaned my face close enough to nearly
touch our lips together.
"But I gotta check on Hannah too, Honey. You can sit here for just a
tiny minute so I can make sure she's dry, can't you?"
"NO! Check me first, please?"
"You want me to check you, Honey?"
"Uh huh!"
"Are you sure? I might scare you if I check to see if your peepee is
all dry, won't I?"
"No you won't, Uncle Julian! I can tell you're a nice man and not a bad
man like the one at the hamburger place."
True, I was nicer than he was, but I had the same general desire within
me to fondle and caress a little girl's naked body. The fact that I was
a lot more subtle and gentle had a lot to do with Hannah being so loving
and supportive of my continuous need to touch, masturbate, and fuck her.
If Bristol wanted me to remain to 'check her' though, I needed to show
some restraint as I gently explored her tender underneath.
"Well ... I guess I can check you just one time, but I'll bet your
mommy does a much better job than I do to get you dry the first time."
Bristol shook her head almost violently two times and then looked very
disappointed. Her softened voice finished her thought and she shared
what she was thinking.
"Most times I'm still wet underneath. If I don't rub it my peepee gets
all hurted and red."
"Oh, MY! I guess that means your mommy has to put some soft medicine on
your peepee after that so you can feel good, huh?"
"Uh huh!"
"Then I guess I better check you one last time and make sure you're dry,
Sweetie. I don't want you to tell your mommy that I didn't do a good
job of wiping you properly, or she'll have to put some more medicine on
your peepee so you don't get hurted underneath."
Carefully splaying her thighs I looked down to see the lovely smooth
sweetness of a little girl's plump vulva. Her legs came apart with no
hesitation or resistance as if she was mine to mold and eager to have
someone gentle and loving like me help her grow into a much more aware
little girl. Moments after her legs were far enough apart I slipped my
right hand between her silken limbs and softly caressed her bald lips.
Bristol was such a tender angel and seemed to need more than her mother
and bastard father were able to offer. Taking care of the little girl
might prove a greater benefit to her than allowing her to develop
emotionally without any guidance at all, or worse, be corrupted by
someone who didn't have her pleasure or well being at heart. As I
slowly shifted my fingers back and forth against her naked labia majora
she leaned forward slightly and whispered.
"Uncle Julian?"
"Uh huh?"
"If my peepee is a tiny bit hurted, can you put some medicine on me so
my mommy doesn't have to?"
"Of course I can, Sugar. Is it hurting a tiny bit right now?"
"Not right now, 'cause you're making me feel nice and tingly. I like it
when you're checking me underneath. But after you check me can you put
some medicine on my peepee?"
"I don't know, Honey. For me to put some medicine on your peepee I'm
gonna have to lay you down on your back and look really close at your
peepee so I can tell where to put the medicine. If I see where you need
some, then I'm gonna have to touch you on your super tender and private
place underneath, and only bad men want to touch little girls down there
like that."
"But, when you put some medicine on my peepee you're not being a bad
man, Uncle Julian! You're just taking care of me."
"Then ... I'm not scaring you none right now?"
"NO!"
"And you want me to check you some more?"
"Uh huh!"
"And when I come back from checking Hannah, you want me to put a tiny
bit of medicine on your peepee, even in your super private place?"
"Please?"
"Then ... I guess I better check for just a little bit and make sure
you're dry first. Then if I scare you any, you can tell me to stop,
okay?"
"Kay!"
"Good girl! Now, while I'm checking you, tell me if you had a good day
today."
As she began to smile and softly unload half a minute of what had been a
lot of fun for her I gently explored and enjoyed what was a lot of fun
for me. I even grew brave enough to split her labia and slip my thumb
up a little bit so I could locate her clitoris. When I found it she
twitched and only hesitated for a moment and then resumed her chatter
and must have believed touching her so intimately was part of my
responsibilities.
What I found interesting was an almost indiscernible forward shift of
her straight hips into my touch as if she enjoyed being fondled and
wanted for me to masturbate her for the first time. But I was already
doing way too much, and Hannah was still patiently waiting for me to
come take care of her, so I tickled at her tight vaginal opening a few
times, rolled her clitoris around with some genuine lust, and then
slowly removed my digits and hand.
I heard Bristol sigh, saw her settle onto her position as if she had
been excited moments before, and then got a pretty smile. Even after my
hand was absent, Bristol kept her thighs splayed wide and held her dress
high enough for me to see a generous portion of her tummy.
"Let's go ahead and give you one last wipe, Honey."
I tucked a couple of pieces of bathroom tissue under her and softly
wiped, intentionally dropping the paper into the water below so I could
have one last tender touch. I lightly stroked her plump pussy a few
more times, smiled at her, and told her the good news.
"You're all dry now, Honey. Wait right there and I'll be back in just
a minute. Nobody is in the house other than you and Hannah and me, so
you don't need to be afraid."
I leaned forward, gave her a fairly long little girl kiss, quickly rose
to my feet, and disappeared around the corner of the open bathroom door
before she had a chance to stop me or argue.
As I was walking toward the hall bathroom I heard Hannah softly talking
to herself.
"Come on, Uncle Julian! You need to lick me!"
Without any warning I burst around the corner and responded.
"I do ... really?"
"Uncle Julian!!! Is Bristol okay now?"
"Uh huh. She went pee and is waiting for me to come give her some
medicine 'cause her peepee is hurting just a tiny bit."
"Is she gonna stay in your other loo?"
"Yes she is. She's sitting on the potty right now."
She tugged me forward and into her close enough for a kiss, but she
stopped moments before our lips met.
"Then, can you give me a really nice lick before you go put her medicine
on her peepee?"
"If you want me to I will."
She pulled my face into hers and we were immediately locked together in
a nice French kiss. It didn't last very long and I knew why.
"Give me a nice lick now, Uncle Julian. I need to feel some tingles,
and you give me the best tingles ever."
I drew back slightly, she leaned backward against the commode seat,
tugged her dress up her body, splay her thighs as wide as they could go,
and then thrust her pussy forward wickedly. She then said those two
sexy words that made my dick even harder.
"Lick me!"
I didn't even have to think about leaning forward, cupping her pussy
with my mouth, and stick my tongue between her tight split. Hannah put
both of her hands around my head and gripped me hard while I pushed my
hands under and around her bare thighs so I could hug them snugly to the
sides of my face. Hannah truly loved for me to give her boundless and
completely uninhibited cunnilingus, her hips repeatedly undulating into
my face and forcing her plump bald cunny hard into my mouth.
It was always too soon and never soon enough, but when I felt her thighs
twitch against my ears and her fingers began to grip huge wads of my
hair I knew she was about to have another nice cum. My tongue then
focused on her blood engorged nubbin and I attacked that sweet bundle of
nerves and blood vessels with as much force as I dared. The sound of
her whimpers and the sensation of her stuttering undulations filled me
with such joy that I wished time would stand still so that moment could
go on forever. She flooded my tongue with an exquisite nectar that I
craved to bottle and have mass produced, the unique flavor of little
girl cum something that I had become addicted to and craved daily.
It took me a minute to coax Hannah off my face, but I was eventually
able to dab her dry, get her cleaned up with a soapy wipe, and then
dressed in the same panties and shorties she arrived in.
Rather than take the chance that I might hurt Bristol in my hormonally
polluted state after Hannah was dressed and the commode flushed we
walked together to my master bathroom. Just before we turned the corner
into the open doorway we both heard Bristol whimpering and about to
cry, her soft voice uttering those two words that filled my heart with
happiness and sadness at the same instant.
"Uncle Julian!"
As I suddenly appeared I used a calm and confident voice to ease the
little girl's fears.
"I'm right here, Bristol, and I've brought along Hannah so you're not
scared of being alone no more."
Bristol immediately threw her hands up toward my face and had an
expression of both relief and anticipation on her sweet countenance.
Hannah was surprisingly supportive of her new friend and didn't seem to
mind when I withdrew my hand from hers to give Bristol a hug. In spite
of how girls might act around each other when a very special friend is
being shared my two temporarily adopted girls seemed much more tolerant
of their rival.
"There, there, Bristol. I'm right here for you, Sugar."
She got a loving hug and even a little fondle of her naked butt. The
four year old was so naive and innocent she never realized that I'd
already begun to act like a 'bad man'. She then said words that seemed
to amplify the embarrassment inside my head.
"Please don't leave me no more, Uncle Julian!"
"I'll try not to, Honey. Now come on. We need to get you off the potty
and get your panties pulled up so nobody can see your peepee."
"But ... aren't you gonna put some medicine on my peepee first?"
"OH! I almost forgot. Thank you for reminding me, Honey."
Instead of tending to her potentially irritated vulva on the floor I
opted for a much more comfortable location without letting her know. As
I lifted her up her panties fell off her feet and onto the floor in
front of the commode, none of us eager to mention the empty undergarment
as I lifted a smaller little girl into my arms and cupped her bare bum
in one of my hands.
"Hannah? Would you like to do me a big favor?"
"Yeah!"
"Under the sink in the counter is the tub of soapy wipes. Bring that
with you to my bedroom, please."
"Okay!"
Before Hannah joined us I lay Bristol down on the bed with her calves
hanging down over the edge. In order to do a good job I tugged her
dress up over her body and playfully covered her face intentionally
blocking her view of the ceiling. Her giggle was the perfect means to
communicate a level of acceptance and comfort that I might be able to do
quite a bit more if I was careful. Just as Hannah was walking behind me
with a large white plastic tub in her hands I was lifting Bristol's
knees and cocking them all the way out so I could lay them to the bed.
"Good girl, Hannah. Now ... in that same cabinet on the bottom is a
large gray plastic tub that has lots of stuff in it. Look for a big
green plastic tube that looks bigger than toothpaste and please bring it
back with you, okay?"
"Okay! I like helping you, Uncle Julian."
"I like it when you help too, Kitten, 'cause you're such a wonderful and
very grown up little girl. Now, off you go!"
Hannah spun around and took off like a shot, leaving me again alone with
a half-naked Bristol. Amazingly Bristol left her dress over her face
and remained in the same position as if she wasn't allowed to move until
I gave her explicit instructions to do so. I felt good and bad at the
same time and rectified the situation.
"You can uncover your face if you want to, Honey. I was just pretending
to hide your eyes so you couldn't see me ... like a game."
She drew the fabric off her face and looked down at me without lifting
her head off the bed. She appeared to be so hesitant to do anything for
fear that I might be angry with her, and I knew to be particularly
gentle and careful with my newest playmate.
"You'll let me watch you, Uncle Julian?"
"Sure, Honey. After all, I'm gonna be looking at and touching your
peepee in your super secret private places, and only bad men touch
little girls like that if they don't like it. Since I'm a good man and
I'm only putting medicine on you, then you need to watch me so I can do
a good job and not scare you by touching you in the wrong place or by
touching you too much. I need to see if you're still all dry, so don't
be scared."
"Okay, Uncle Julian. I know you're not a bad man and I ain't scared."
The sound of Hannah rummaging around in the lower cabinet was ample
evidence that she was busy, so I gently split Bristol's nether lips and
looked as far between her plump labia into her vagina as I could. What
Hannah could tolerate because of her chubby form and larger size was
completely the opposite with Bristol. Her vaginal opening was very
small and tightly closed, her hymen an obvious deterrent to anything
being allowed entry to the tender, hot, wet, and coral depths of her
developing girlhood.
That was plenty of warning for me to keep my pedophile fingers, tongue,
and dick out of that little girl's body. Although I was slightly
disappointed I felt relieved in a way, as if I knew I'd prefer to keep
my ass out of jail than to rip her insides open for a few minutes of
sexual fun with a very naive American preschooler.
Just as I began to lightly tickle along Bristol's vaginal opening and I
got a stifled giggle in return, we both heard Hannah's jubilant claim.
"I FOUND IT!"
In order to preserve some sense of naughty play in Bristol's mind, I
leaned forward over her body slightly and whispered.
"If you want me to, I'll tickle you again later, Honey."
I was very surprised when I got a blush, a smile, and a single word.
"Kay!"
"Here, Uncle Julian! Is this the right one?"
Hannah brought back a large plastic tube of aloe vera gel with a look of
supreme accomplishment.
"That's exactly the one I was looking for, Kitten. Good job! Thanks,
Kitten. You're a great help around the house."
"You're welcome, Uncle Julian."
As she answered Hannah rocked back and forth, held her hands behind her,
and glowed with pride at her simple accomplishment. I'd need to build
on her self esteem along the way, in addition to helping her get used to
the idea that she'd soon be headed back home. Then Hannah said
something that required me to be a bit more discreet and exercise a lot
more of my knowledge of tact than I might have normally been prepared
for. My little playmate was again surprising me.
"Can I watch, Uncle Julian?"
"Well ... since Bristol isn't wearing any panties I think you better
ask her if she'll let you, Kitten. It's not polite to stare at other
little girls when they're not wearing any knickers 'cause you might make
her feel all embarrassed."
"OH! Okay."
Hannah shifted around behind me, scampered up onto the bed from my
right, shifted real close to Bristol, lie down with her right arm almost
touching Bristol's left, brought her face to the same level on the bed,
and her body no more than an inch away from her new best friend in
America.
"Bristol, can I watch my Uncle Julian put medicine on your peepee? If
you want to, you can watch him put some on me after that."
Bristol blushed again, considered Hannah's offer, and hesitated just
long enough for Hannah to amend her first offer.
"If you want me to, I can take my shorties and knickers off too. That
way, we'll both have no knickers and you won't be so scared."
"What's knickers, Hannah?"
"Oh ... that's what we call panties in England."
"You don't call them panties?"
"No, we call them knickers. Do you want me to take mine off?"
Bristol didn't even think about it very long before she answered.
"Kay."
Hannah drew her frock up, slipped her shorties and then her panties down
her legs, and then lie still right next to Bristol. If either of them
wanted to take a peek they'd be looking right at me staring at their
naked puds. It made for a rather unusual but highly stimulating method
for applying medicine to a little girl's naked vulva, because I had two
half naked little girls to take care of instead of one.
Within fifteen seconds of Hannah lying down Bristol lifted her head
slightly and took a quick glance at her friend's nudity, Hannah lifting
her head nearly at the same time and exchanging stares in Bristol's
direction. They lie close to each other for the next half minute
silently stealing long looks at each other and developing some rationale
for being that curious. I didn't mind because I had two lovely prizes
to feast my eyes upon and at least one at a time to touch ... possibly
both if I was careful and went slow.
I could have let them wordlessly communicate using glances, smiles, and
blushes, but I needed to get my vehicle unloaded, the girls in the pool,
get them fed, and then bathed so they could tumble down a long road of
restful slumber. I may not be able to lie in bed with either of them
singly or both of them together, but I wouldn't mind 'cause I'd be able
to dress and undress them for the various activities related to our
evening of fun.
"Okay, Bristol."
Both of them nervously snapped their gaze toward my face looking as if
they felt very guilty for staring so openly at their friend's naked
pudendum.
"I'm gonna clean you with a soapy wipe first and then I'm gonna put some
of this stuff on your tender underneath to make you feel better."
Bristol then asked a question that I could only have fantasized I'd ever
hear. It appeared that she wanted to share in just about everything,
Hannah's bravery in pulling her panties down giving Bristol the drive to
have me do everything in duplicate while she was in my home.
"Are you gonna do Hannah too?"
"Yeah, Uncle Julian! Do me too!"
I hesitated just long enough to give them the impression that I had
strong doubts about fondling two little preschoolers at the same time.
"I don't know. If anyone found out I was touching both of you I could
get into lots of trouble 'cause they would think I was a bad man like
the one at the hamburger place."
"We won't tell nobody, Uncle Julian, will we Bristol?"
"NO! We won't tell nobody, Uncle Julian! Please?"
"Well ... okay."
"GOODIE! We're gonna do some more stuff together, Bristol, like when we
were playing in the fort today."
"Yeah! That was fun!"
"You girls are really going to have a good time after a little while
then. Now, let's get started with some soapy wipes."
I withdrew two wipes, positioned them in my hands to do an effective
job, and then brought my wipe-filled fingers close to their naked puds.
Both of them watched in anticipation of my first rub, Hannah grinning
like a Cheshire cat because she knew I'd give her some nice tingles
along the way.
With tender but firm caresses, I did a fairly typical job of getting
them both wiped up neither of them the least concerned as I delved into
their tight slits. Hannah lifted her hips slightly when I found and
then began to roll her clitoris around, her bottom lip sucked between
her teeth in an obvious display of arousal. Bristol flinched a few
times but never clamped her legs together to prevent my access, so I
kept my touch and tender rubs a bit lighter until she either got used to
it or asked me to rub harder.
The instant Hannah lay her head against the bed and let out a low sigh,
Bristol closed her eyes, lay her head back, and stuffed her right thumb
between her lips. That was my cue to lose Hannah's wipe and make her
feel good again.
Using slow and tender caresses I kept massaging Bristol's labia majora
and Mons Veneris, only occasionally slipping a single digit between her
plump bald lips so I could rub her clitoris and then tickle her vagina.
When she began to lift her hips into the invasion I knew she enjoyed
being touched, as long as it was gentle and slow.
My attention to Hannah was altogether very different and with a much
more lewd goal in mind. My right middle finger slowly disappeared
inside my petite lover's tight opening until the whole of my digit was
being hugged in exotic little girl warmth. Her hips rose into the air
as the feel of my finger washed through her small chubby body. As soon
as she was comfortable with the perception of my finger invading her
sweet body, she lowered her butt to the bed and relaxed. Much more
familiar with her body than I was on the 4th of July I turned my finger
over and rooted around just long enough to find her Grafenberg spot.
That spongy mass of nerves and blood vessels instantly became my target
for a minute or more of rubs and caresses. My thumb was brought into
play as well, pushing between Hannah's plump hairless lips and resting
against her clitoris. Her hips flew up again as she sucked in a deep
breath, but she remained in place and kept her thighs splayed apart and
her knees on the bed. That was my next prompt to afford her stereo
tingles and roll her clitoris around as I played with her G-spot.
Bristol wasn't aware of it at the time, but she instinctively began to
undulate her hips into my finger and thumb, her unspoken need for lots
of gentle touches and loving rubs would be delayed until we had a more
appropriate time and place. Sure, I was going to keep touching her
naked body, but I wouldn't stimulate an orgasm out of her until we were
alone, had plenty of time for her to enjoy it fully, and then recover
after all the damage had been done.
Both of their faces had expressions that matched their awareness of
sexual pleasure, Hannah's brow creased in exquisite agony, but Bristol's
whole appearance relaxed, happy, and at ease. It made for a strange
mixture of lust and innocence, one little girl anxiously awaiting her
next cum, and the other one completely accepting of the gentle way that
I was washing her naked underneath.
When Bristol's face turned away from Hannah I wasn't sure if she had
fainted or if she just wanted to change her position. When she rubbed
her nose with her left hand and then let out a long slow deep breath, I
knew she was just that much closer to falling asleep. That encouraged
me to finish Hannah off while I tenderly caressed her half naked friend.
There was no better time for me to do it and Hannah was anticipating my
skilled endeavors, so I rose slightly, looked into Bristol's face and
saw that she was asleep. Her eyes were darting back and forth under her
eyelids, an obvious clue that she was already dreaming. Hannah saw me
checking on her friend and whispered a nervous query.
"Is she okay, Uncle Julian?"
"Uh huh. She's just sleeping."
"Uncle Julian?"
"I know, Kitten. Scoot down just a little bit so I can give you a nice
long lick while I keep washing Bristol so she doesn't wake up."
"Kay!"
My left hand and busy fingers remained on Bristol's naked vulva as I
centered my face between Hannah's chubby thighs and leaned in. Once my
mouth was locked onto her naked pubis and my tongue slipped forward to
invade her body Hannah lifted both legs, lay them over my shoulders,
hooked her calves behind my head so I wouldn't stop too soon, and then
hugged my head with both of her hands. To further add to her sense of
pleasure I slipped my right hand up her frock and began to gently roll
each little erect nipple around, the sound of suppressed giggles the
perfect means of aural confirmation that she liked the way I played.
I don't know how long I tongued Hannah, but it must have been at least
half an hour before I finished her off with a supremely cruel orgasm.
My lips hugged her clitoris and with an intensely strong suck I worked
that tiny nubbin as far inside my mouth as her flesh would permit. I
then flicked at her clitty until she gyrated and writhed around under
me. I had just enough time to relocate my tongue to her vagina to claim
her sweet nectar before it dribbled down her tight crease and onto the
clean bed linens.
By the time she began to gently push against my forehead to beg for
relief she was panting and a lot more tired than before. It was only
after she let my head go that I was able to see Bristol, her posture
thankfully unchanged from the moment I began to lingually pleasure my
first little lover.
I was so horny I couldn't resist Hannah's exhaustion. I needed to fuck
something young and tight, and since Bristol was asleep she wouldn't
learn about my unique relationship with Hannah unless we told her about
it. It took a minute for me to get Hannah into my arms and then behind
the closed bathroom door so we could consummate our union, but once
inside she grinned wickedly. All it took was a whispered request in her
left ear for her to sleepily smile at me and obey.
"Turn around, Kitten. I need to feel good for just a minute."
"Okay, Uncle Julian. Now that you made me feel good, I wanna make you
feel good too."
"Good girl."
She turned, lifted her frock, bent over forward, and then spread her
legs apart just enough for me to have room. My cock came out of my
pants and was nestled between her thighs in no time flat. The tip of my
glans gently teased forward until I felt her vagina begin to hug it, a
gentle upward lunge all that was left for me to slip as far inside her
tight pussy as I could reach. As soon as she felt the much larger
invader begin to urge further inside, Hannah stood on her tiptoes and
reached around her body to hold onto anything that she could.
I might have started slowly enough, but after a couple of minutes I was
pounding that precious little girl like a whore in strokes that were
barely respectful of her smaller size. My petite lover could tell when
I was getting close, her legs pressed together to amplify her grip of my
cock, and a lewd smile that had no place on a five year old's face.
It was heavenly to fall that far into Hell with a preschooler.
After I unloaded into her chubby body I pulled her vertical, held us
snugly together, and while we came down from our shared orgasmic high I
softly whispered loving words of affection right into her ear through
her long blonde hair.
"Oh, Kitten! It feels so good when you and me practice the mommy and
daddy game, Sweetie I wish we could do that all the time, Angel."
It might have been a celebration in pedophilic Heaven for me to have
such wanton access to such a tolerant partner, but I found out moments
later that my playmate was still the little girl I'd taken possession of
a little while before.
"Uncle Julian?"
"Uh huh?"
"Are we gonna go swimming in a little bit?"
I had to chuckle at how quickly she could find a way to have fun after
what I'd just done to her nearly infant body.
"Sure, Angel. If you want to, we can."
But my perception of Hannah was still not quite accurate, because she
just as quickly amended her desire for fun with yet more wicked notions
of carnal sex with a minor child.
"Can we do our special mommy and daddy game in there too? As long as
Bristol doesn't see, we can do it in the pool, right?"
What irony, and what absolute beauty.
"We need to be very careful, Kitten. If she finds out that we like to
play our special games she might get scared and tell her mommy. After
that the cops would come to take me away 'cause they don't know how
much I love you and how much you love me too."
"They'd take you away, Uncle Julian?"
"Uh huh."
"Why?"
"Because they don't know how much I love you, Kitten. They might think
I was hurting you when we did our special licking game and the mommy and
daddy game all the time."
"But you're not hurting me, Uncle Julian, and I promise nobody will find
out. As long as Bristol doesn't see nothing, then we might do it some
more, okay?"
"Sure, Kitten. That sounds like fun."
I might have been a sex-crazed pedophile, but I was still smart enough
to keep my dick in my pants with another potentially curious and nosy
little preschooler hanging around while I had lusty desires to plug
something young and very tight. I'd tell both of them just about
anything to keep them happy, and telling my lovely Brit angel that we
could have sex in my pool with Bristol a few feet away didn't appear to
be nearly as bad a crime as fucking her behind a closed door.
After I got us both cleaned up and dressed I checked on a very sleepy
younger visitor and made sure her vulva wasn't in need of any genuine
medical attention. After a visual and a brief tactile examination with
some comforting clear gel I pulled her panties into place and gently
lifted her into my arms. It took a little more coordination to get
Hannah also in my grasp once Bristol was doing her best to become part
of my left shoulder, but with her standing on the edge of the bed I was
able to accomplish my task.
The TV was the perfect distraction for Hannah and Bristol once she woke
up, so I sat them on my couch, arranged their dresses so they were nice
and short so I could see underneath and between their thighs, and then
put a DVD in that would seem entertaining enough.
The vehicle was unloaded, the kitchen restocked with yet more food,
Hannah's new clothes taken to my room to be added to her other apparel,
and then my presence was made known to happy and giggling little girls.
It might not have been necessary at the time, but since I promised at
least one of them a swim I knelt down in front of them and softly
queried for approval.
"You two want to go swimming now?"
Hannah turned to Bristol to see her reaction and Bristol looked shocked
as she stared back at me. Her response was typical of what I might have
expected a guest to query, and I had to smile as she asked me what I
knew was going to be answered positively.
"Really, Uncle Julian? We can go swimming for real?"
"Uh huh! If Hannah will let you borrow one of her swimsuits then we
can go get dressed and be in the pool in no time."
Bristol turned to her slightly older friend with a pleading expression,
Hannah proud that she had her own new swimsuits to show off. Bristol
wouldn't get to wear any of my little lover's new outfits, but my
British guest's original one-piece swimsuit should fit the smaller girl
just fine.
"Can I please use one of your swimsuits, Hannah?"
"Sure! I think you can. Come on!"
Before I could scoop either of them up into my arms for the ride to my
bedroom both of them burst up off the couch and headed down the hall on
their own. When I caught up with them Hannah had already gathered her
outfits and began to reveal a side of her demeanor that I was very
pleased and a little shocked with.
"This pretty one-piece swimsuit is my favorite one so far, but if you
want to wear it I don't mind."
Hannah held her original suit up for Bristol to admire, and when the
slightly younger girl reached forward Hannah willingly let Bristol take
possession of it. I was both proud and strangely affected by just how
creative Hannah could be, her boy and girlfriends back in England sure
to be manipulated at every turn.
"Uncle Julian?"
"Yes, Bristol?"
"I can't put a swimsuit on yet 'cause I don't know how. Can you help
me, please?"
"Sure, Honey. Let's get you both undressed, take you to the potty, and
then I'll put your pretty swimsuits on."
"Goodie! We're gonna go swimming, Hannah!"
"I know! This is fun!"
Deciding which little girl to strip naked should have taken longer than
0.137 seconds, but I hadn't had much practice with that sort of dilemma,
so I settled on undressing Hannah first.
"Let's get you undressed, Kitten."
The first thing I did was reach under her frock to pull her shorties and
panties off, then lift her frock over her head and off her arms, and
then finish with her sandals and socks. It might have seemed an odd way
to undress a little girl, but I much preferred to see one sitting with
her legs splayed really close to me when I removed her footgear. Just
before I turned to work on Bristol, Hannah intentionally splay her
thighs all the way apart and smiled at me. I knew why.
"Am I pretty, Uncle Julian?"
"You're gorgeous, Kitten. I think I'm gonna love you for a long time."
"And me, Uncle Julian?"
"Uh huh. I'm gonna love you too, Bristol."
"Thanks, Uncle Julian. Are you gonna undress me now?"
"I sure am!"
She immediately threw her arms over her head, her small hands into the
air, and closed her eyes, my hands slipping up her dress to pull her
panties down as I had Hannah. Next was her dress and then her socks and
shoes, her slender legs as far apart as Hannah's. They both looked so
cute as they sat open-legged on the carpeted floor of my bedroom with
broad smiles on their faces.
"My goodness. What pretty little girls."
They both giggled and covered their mouths and eyes to pretend to hide.
I loved to see little girls acting coy, and giving them praise when they
were either in their panties or naked seemed to make them feel truly
beautiful and more likely to want that much more affection. The next
task wasn't that strange, but having two preschoolers under my control
certainly was new to me.
"Okay girls. Let's go potty."
Both of them walked rather calmly holding hands to my master bathroom,
and once they were in front of the commode they turned and looked at me.
Instead of starting with Hannah as I had before I reached under
Bristol's arms and lifted her to the padded seat. I was pleased when
she splay her thighs automatically and looked down as if she wanted me
to see that she was doing a good job. Hannah was the perfect partner
and playmate, because she sidled to my right side and put her left arm
around my body, anxious to let me know that she was my true love.
Rather than hug her back, I allowed my right hand to dip down to her
round little bum and slipped my fingers between her cheeks, a gentle
wiggle offered to let her know what I wanted to touch something very
soft and incredibly tender. Her naked feet shifted apart just enough
for two digits to slip underneath and begin to gently tickle her vulva,
Hannah's back arched slightly and her butt pushed back so I had plenty
of access. While we waited for Bristol to go pee my middle finger began
to tease Hannah's vagina with lots of tender molestation, and she seemed
to really love it.
Once Bristol finished I reluctantly retrieved my finger and hand,
collected a few squares of tissue, and then wiped the little girl's bare
puddin completely dry. I know because I checked twice without any
paper.
"There you go, Sugar. All done."
She was consequently lifted off the potty, her small bare feet set to
the floor, and Hannah was hoisted to the warmed padded ring. Bristol
seemed to need a lot more outward signs of affection, because she held
her body much tighter to mine than Hannah had, and again stuffed her
right thumb into her mouth. She was more an infant than a preschooler.
"All done, Uncle Julian!"
Hannah was wiped, fondled for a few moments, and then lifted off as
well. After I flushed the commode, I cupped my hands around their naked
bums and immediately began to tickle them wildly. The sound of giggles
and high pitched laughter was a welcome noise that I craved almost as
much as my mouth around a little girl's naked vulva and my tongue along
a hungry and very sensitive little clitoris.
Hannah was the first to claim defeat and scamper away toward my bedroom,
Bristol obviously hungry for additional tactile affection because of her
hold on my hand. Since I had a few moments alone with her, I used both
hands to tickle her bum and her plump puddy, the little girl squealing
and dancing in front of me as if the floor were too hot to stand on. I
got a number of open fondles of her bare pubis and between her legs
before I knew I needed to delay our more intimate games, so I leaned
forward and began to nibble on her tummy. That was all it took for her
to block my access with two small hands and then run away squealing.
I hadn't gotten all the way through the doorway of the bathroom when I
saw both of them pretending to hide on the other side of my bed. Both
of them had just their eyes and the tops of their heads showing when I
found them, an intense series of giggles as soon as they realized I had
discovered their hiding place.
"Ah! So my little girls wanna play some more, huh?"
"You can't catch us, Uncle Julian! We're too far!"
My lunge toward them straight across the foot of the bed was far enough
toward their exit that they had no escape. They let out another bright
squeal and tried to scamper away, but there was no place for them to run
to, so they immediately tried to climb onto my bed. As soon as Bristol
was helped up by her slightly older and larger friend, I surged forward
and grabbed two naked feet.
Their screech was loud and elevated enough that my ears hurt a little
bit, but I wasn't about to relinquish my grasp and I pulled both of them
toward me while I made a series of low animal grunts.
"I'm gonna eat up a couple of pretty little girls! Rrrrrrrrrr!!!"
Bristol fought a little harder as I pulled her nude form closer toward
my position on the bed, but Hannah completely went limp and pretended to
be absolutely helpless. I could tell the younger one might have been a
bit overwhelmed by my forceful attack, so I let her shift further up the
bed but held her foot so she didn't get completely away.
Bristol saw me lean down into Hannah's body and start to munch on her
bare tummy while making lots of hungry animal sounds. There was a look
of surprise on her small face, but rather than pushing me away Bristol
saw Hannah's hands around the back of my head, pulling me in even though
I was tickling her. My happy little tickle victim kept squealing while
giggling and I kept tickling while munching. The bright high-pitched
noise confirmed to Bristol that Hannah was having a good time and that I
wasn't being a bad man, so she seemed to relax quite a bit more. That's
when Bristol saw the good time her older friend was having and wanted
some for herself. Instead of trying to get away, Bristol tried to get
'in' the way.
"Me too, Uncle Julian!"
In a quick shift of my face I plunged my mouth onto her slender belly
and nibbled wildly, her squeals going up about an octave and five
decibels. At first she tried to push my face away, but when I was far
enough away to work on Hannah Bristol grabbed my right ear with her left
hand and pulled. It genuinely hurt but I didn't mind because instead of
landing face first on her belly my mouth was quite accidentally headed
for her plump and bald little coochie.
It was still too soon to show her what I knew about making a little girl
feel good with hours of cunnilingus, so I chose to nibble a few times at
her plump vulva, blow a few 'woobies' into her naked flesh, and then
attack her small baby breasts before she realized what I had been able
to accomplish.
"Come on, Uncle Julian! Do me now!"
Hannah was the perfect instigator, and with almost no delay in my shift
I lunged toward my little Brit lover and went right into her hairless
quim making even louder animal sounds. Instead of just using my lips on
my petite lover I made sure to lick furiously between her fat little
girl nether lips and take a few rather hungry small bites of her labia
majora. Hannah also squealed, but her hands again pulled me into her
body rather than push me away from it.
I think Bristol saw the slight difference in how I was playing with my
first little lover, because she quite confidently began to tug on my
right arm and implore that I try to munch on her again.
"Tickle me some more, Uncle Julian! I want some more tickles!"
Something told me that she might not quite be ready for a full-on tongue
attack, so I decided for an alternate spot to make her feel good. Using
my left hand to keep tickling Hannah between her legs I lifted Bristol's
left leg into the air with my right hand and began to munch along the
inside of her slender limb. It was just enough of a surprise for her to
squeal again and try to prevent my access, her right leg lifted just as
high and clamped around my head to attempt some sort of protection. It
was a foolish ploy since I knew how to nibble on the inside of her right
thigh as well.
The moment I shifted my face into her free leg and took a few soft
nips she reached around my head and tried to gain some form of relief.
But instead of pushing me away she rather unexpectedly pulled my head
closer toward what I had wanted to play with in the first place. To
make it a supremely successful attack I turned my face slightly and
kept nibbling, her fat nether lips the next thing I feasted on.
With about three seconds of loud grunting and munching noises I took
plenty of toothless bites of her fleshy labia, offered a lick or two,
and then lifted her just enough so I could take a nice firm bite of her
little ass. That was her cue to flail her free leg wildly and try to
get away, so I released her left leg and let her flop back onto the bed.
In order to make the game seem genuine I turned my attention to Hannah
and lifted her right leg into the air as I had Bristol's left. What had
been a diversionary tactic with Bristol was an all-on assault for my
petite lover, her impression that I was going to lick her more earnestly
rather than just play taking her by surprise.
The sound of her amazed squeals and uninhibited laughter was the perfect
means to prove to Hannah that I could be just as much 'fun' as I was her
naughty American uncle. Her left leg also rose in an attempt to clamp
my head in a strong vise, but all that did was afford me lots more soft
flesh to nibble on. I took lots of gentle bites along the inside of
both of her thighs, the tender silken skin along the tender portion of
her limbs the perfect before dessert feast.
By the time I was tugging Hannah high enough so I could take a bite of
her plump butt, Bristol had recovered enough to again begin tugging on
my right arm and implore more strenuously that she was ready for lots
more fun of the lingual and labial kind.
"Tickle me some more, Uncle Julian! I'm ready now!"
With Hannah wiggling, squealing, and genuinely trying to block my access
to her bum and thighs, I let her flop back onto the bed and turned my
focus onto Bristol. Rather than attack her thighs or attempt to feast
on her puddin I lunged forward and began to attack her neck and upper
chest. She wasn't prepared for it and was only able to tuck her head
down barely enough to grip my chin under hers. That's when I lowered my
mouth and claimed her little right nipple, the pad of baby fat under her
pink projection surprisingly more pronounced than I'd anticipated.
I went back and forth from one small breast to the other, nibbling,
sucking, and even flicking her nipples a few times. Bristol was still
giggling and laughing as I assaulted her titties so I was still able to
make it fun for my slightly frightened younger playmate.
They could have encouraged me to keep tickling them for another two
hours, but we had things to do, and I knew Andrea would eventually call.
With quite a bit of restrictive force applied to my head to keep me in
play I tugged against Bristol's impressive grip and sat back on my
haunches to take a breather.
"WHEW! You girls really know how to tucker me out! I think I need a
rest before we go swim or I'm gonna pass out."
Acting quite helpless I flopped onto my back and feigned total
surrender. It was just the thing the girls both needed to climb onto my
chest and face and try to tickle me back. My best defense was a strong
offense, both of my hands located to the most sensitive and least
protected areas of their bodies.
Hannah made a convincing attempt to sound as if I had done something
horribly 'randy' by squealing and then rolling off to my right, except
she forgot to let go of my hand. My fingers kept tickling for a few
seconds, but after that I just slipped one naughty digit further under
her and nastily began to roll her clitty around. She held on, even
though we both knew we could get caught.
Bristol, on the other hand, literally, wanted me to nibble on her some
more, her chest and then tummy pressed to my face so I could repeat what
I had before. Somewhere between nibbling on her tummy and her trying
her best to feign disapproval and exert some form of token resistance
my left hand slipped up between her thighs and I tucked my middle and
index fingers snugly into her plump slit.
Before either of us became aware of the significant change in our
movements Bristol recentered her right breast over my mouth and I
softly began to suckle and lick her small baby boobie. Moments after
her subconscious mind convinced her that she liked the new game I was
playing she cupped my head in both of her hands and gently held me in
place so I could tickle her some more. There was absolutely nothing
innocent about my activities as I softly played with her small breast,
my lips encircling her small titty, the vacuum inside my mouth pulling
her erect nipple in slightly, her somewhat abundant baby-fat conforming
to my attack, and my tongue flicking madly at the tip of her nubbin.
My left middle finger had also found something interesting to play
with, her clitoris softly caressed and gently rolled around until her
hips began to undulate in a very obvious display of passion. She was so
far beyond any awareness of what we were doing that I maintained lots of
slow and subtle caresses rather than focus on the ultimate in tender
young preschool female playgrounds deeper between her plump labia.
Hannah was completely immersed in her own world as I masturbated her, my
arm tucked under her body as she lie over my right limb. What Bristol
couldn't see and I hoped might not find out about until I could trust
her was my middle finger hooked between Hannah's plump nether lips and
my thumb somewhat uncomfortably turned backward so I could attack her
highly sensitive nubbin. There was nothing play-like about my antics
with that lovely British creature, her undisguised hip movements and
pitiful whimpers far from the squeals and laughter from only a few
moments before.
I don't know who thought of it first or how it happened, but after
enough time had elapsed Bristol shifted further over my face. When I
felt my mouth again being pressed between Bristol's thighs all I knew to
do was show her that I could make her feel good in all sorts of new
ways. She must have felt me subconsciously tug her higher up my body as
I touched and fondled her pussy, because before either of us said a word
she was nestled onto my face with her bald cunny as if I had told her
outright.
What I might have wanted to do in a few days or maybe a couple of weeks
after we got to know each other better took me off guard, Bristol's nude
hips sitting directly over my mouth and her hands tightly gripping the
back of my head as I licked and softly munched on her naked vulva. She
was in absolute torment but never pushed my face away nor did she try to
climb off my head.
Focusing on her clitoris, lightly tickling her snug vaginal opening, and
then lapping up her prepubescent emissions was the perfect way to get to
know her, and for me to get thrown into jail if she said anything to her
mother, so I needed a diversion and quick!
It was my precious petite lover having a nice subdued cum that changed
the tempo of our play just enough for me to tickle Bristol and munch on
her thighs once again. My antics changed in a fraction of a second,
going from lewd and promiscuous lingual affection to animated mouth
movements and more playful and hungry animal sounds. What had been a
quiet, sexually permissive, and excited little four year old instantly
became a loud and animated preschooler who couldn't climb off my face
quickly enough. That's when I let her go and didn't try to keep her too
close to me so I could keep tickling or licking her.
It might have taken a little longer for me to get them settled down and
then quiet, but once I rolled off the bed away from them they knew our
playtime was over. They both looked so cute as they lie back panting
and smiling at me, my two preschool playmates incredibly happy and fully
aware that we'd just had a wonderful time.
"Okay girls, who's first with the swimsuits?"
Neither of them moved for a moment, something expressed silently that I
recognized as a hidden desire for me to tickle them some more. All it
took was a slight diversionary tactic to convince at least one of them
that even private pools had operating hours.
"Well ... if nobody wants to go swimming, then I guess we can put the
swimsuits away and just go eat."
"NO!"
"NO!"
"Then, you need to get your bums up off the bed and your feet to the
floor so I can put your swimsuits on. Come on!"
Bristol seemed much more anxious than Hannah, most likely because she
hadn't been swimming in quite a while. After she poured herself off my
bed, she threw herself at me and gave me a nice tight hug as I squat on
the floor. Sharing hugs with naked little girls was something that I
could get used to, so I wrapped my arms around her with one hand cupping
her bare bum and stole a loving embrace that had to mean a lot to her.
Slipping the elastic fabric of Hannah's original one-piece swimsuit up
Bristol's bare legs was a nice diversion from my face between her
thighs, because I was able to openly stare at her bright pink vaginal
opening when she lifted one and then the other leg high enough. The
tiny size of her tender orifice was so clearly apparent that I knew I'd
never be able to have the kind of physical relationship with her that I
had begun to revel in with Hannah. Once Bristol was dressed it was time
to put one of Hannah's new swimsuits on her.
She brought me the bright neon orange one and without taking any obvious
diversions between her chubby thighs, I dressed her as well. Rubbing
her naked vulva before it disappeared behind the thin stretchy fabric
without Bristol taking notice might have been risky, but I was able to
keep my naughty antics hidden.
Hannah had seen me naked a number of times, but Bristol was still
someone I couldn't fully trust, so once they were dressed I tickled
both of them up onto the bed and then disappeared into my bathroom so I
could don my own trunks. With all of us dressed I carried them both
into the entertainment room, through the patio door, and down onto a
chaise lounge so we could understand some basics.
After a few rules had been communicated I rose and without any more
words shared jumped into the pool with two squealing little girls
hugging my neck and hanging on for dear life. Once we resurfaced and I
was sure both of them were okay I let them go and watched as they
splashed and romped in the shallow end of the pool like two water
faeries. The sun was just far enough over the horizon that I couldn't
see a lot of details, but I could still see two luscious plump bums
straining to be let free from elastic fabric bonds.
They played and jumped and splashed water all over the place, my desire
to let them have little girl fun much stronger than my desire to hold
them under my sexual needs. Once they forgot about or at least were
distracted enough not to remember how I had been doing my best to
pleasure them like grown women they were nothing more than happy little
girls and joyfully bounced around like living balls of energy.
Both of them repeatedly climbed out of the pool and ran to the side
closest to where I was standing neck deep in the cool clear water so
they could jump in with their eyes closed and hands out. Each time I
caught them, I'd give them a few tickles, a nibble or two, and then help
them toward the shallow end so they could amble their way out and do it
all over again. They must have repeated their uncoordinated ventures
into the air at least twenty times before they began to tire.
Even though Hannah had wanted to assume a more adult-like posture in the
water without Bristol's knowledge I knew to let that idea pass in favor
of their version of play. It was a softly spoken request that finally
called an end to our swimming that day.
"Uncle Julian? I gotta go pee!"
"Me to, Uncle Julian. Can you take me to go wee too?"
"Sure, girls! Let's get you out and dried up so we can go inside."
As soon as we were walking through the hall bathroom doorway I got a
quiet request that filled me with a sense of power that I should have
just as quickly suppressed.
"Uncle Julian? I can't wait too much. Can you take me to your other
potty after you help my friend Hannah?"
"Sure, Bristol. First, let's get you undressed and up, Kitten."
Moments later I lifted a naked and tired little British girl onto the
padded seat of the hall commode and once she was comfortable I gave her
a chaste kiss on the lips and took Bristol to the other potty.
I undressed her as well, lifted her onto the commode, and then was about
to leave when she gripped my right hand and kept me from rising.
"Uncle Julian?"
"Yes, Honey?"
"Please stay with me, okay?"
"But I've got to go check on Hannah, Sweetie. I won't be gone long."
"No, Uncle Julian! Please stay with me!"
She then very expertly pulled the 'tear card' from her deck of talented
skills and tried to look absolutely pitiful. All she had to do was push
her small balled-up fists into her closed eyes and I was doomed.
"Alright! Alright! I'll stay for just a minute."
Her hands were immediately opened and flung forward in the typical 'I
want a hug' gesture, so acting as a defeated and doting uncle, I leaned
forward, splayed her slender limbs with my tummy, slid my hands around
her naked body, and gave her a nice tight hug. The metallic sound of her
pee added a strange counterpoint to the tender moment and I couldn't
help but smile as she tugged me into her bare frame as snugly as she
could. To add just a bit more to her need to keep me in place she
softly whimpered into my ear. My response could have been scripted from
any household in a thousand miles that had a loving father and a
frightened or anxious little girl within.
"I'm not going anywhere, Honey. I'll wait until you're done before I go
check on Hannah, okay?"
"Kay."
After her bladder was empty I leaned back just enough to press my lips
to hers for a tender kiss and then leaned further back so I could finish
what I knew she'd ask me to. A few pieces of tissue were collected,
folded, and then my little guest wiped dry. The moment I felt her hips
push into my hand, I knew she had other ideas in mind, but I needed to
be asked or told what she wanted.
"There you go, Honey. I think you're all dry now."
"Are you gonna check me again, Uncle Julian? I promise I won't be
scared none like before, okay?"
"Are you sure, Honey? Do you really want me to touch your privates like
that while I'm checking to see if you're dry? If your mommy found out I
touched your privates she might think I was just like that bad man at
the hamburger place."
"But you didn't scare me when you wiped me before, Uncle Julian. And
when we were playing and you tickled me all over, you didn't do nothing
that made me scared or did nothing nasty or nothing like that. All you
did was play with me and make me feel really good. Can you tickle me
just a little bit, please?"
What had started as a wipe turned into a request for a tickle, so I
softened my voice, leaned in, and whispered into her mouth.
"You want me to give you a little tickle, Honey?"
She immediately blushed and lowered her eyes to her knees, both of us
perfectly aware that she had enjoyed my caress and wanted to feel that
nice fondle all over again. Bristol then shrugged her shoulders and
made it look as if I wasn't supposed to know what she was thinking. But
I was far more aware of what she liked and I needed than she was aware
of, and I tucked my fingers under her vulva and gently stroked.
"Isn't it naughty for somebody like me to touch your special private
places down under here?"
She shrugged again but let a little grin escape.
"If somebody was touching or rubbing you like that, wouldn't that be a
bad or naughty thing to do?"
Bristol then leaned slightly forward and whispered.
"But you're not being naughty, Uncle Julian. You're being nice and
helping me feel good, that's all."
"So ... when I give you tiny tickles under here it makes you feel good
inside and gives you lots of nice tingles?"
She still kept her eyes toward her knees but nodded while grinning even
more. Bristol was perfectly aware of what she wanted and liked how it
felt to be fondled lovingly.
Although I was still unsure regarding how much she'd let me do without
saying anything to her mother I still couldn't resist the feel of her
bald pussy lips against the inside of my fingers. With constant light
caresses I kept stroking back and forth, tenderly playing with and
delicately molesting her naked pussy. It didn't take long before I had
to explore a bit more and wiggled my finger between her fat labia majora
and tickled her vagina. Bristol flinched ever so slightly but didn't
clamp her thighs together to prevent my caress, so I slipped my thumb
among her tight slit and slowly added pressure to her clitoris.
Bristol just sat there and rocked her naked hips just enough to tell me
that she liked being masturbated, but I felt very uneasy and decided to
quit before anything happened. If we had time I'd be sure to give her
more, but Hannah was waiting for me in the next bathroom and I couldn't
ignore her needs, or my requirements.
"Honey, I tell you what. How about if I go check on Hannah for just a
minute, and when I come back I'll give you a nice tickle for just a tiny
bit, okay? Would you like that?"
I'd already shown her that I knew how to give nice tickles and hoped she
would be anxious for my return. Her next question absolutely cleared
the air and removed any doubt in my mind.
"Will you tickle that special place on my peepee and give me lots of
those neat tingles again like before ... with your tongue?"
BINGO! She knew about and wanted more tongue action.
"Isn't giving you tickles with my tongue naughty, Bristol?"
She looked directly into my eyes that time before answering and after a
few moments delay just shook her head twice.
"You're not scared of me giving you those kind of tickles, Honey?"
"No."
"How come?"
"Because you're so special, Uncle Julian, and 'cause you tickle better
than anyone in the whole world. I like the way you tickle me everywhere
and I like the best tickles of them all."
"And which kind of tickles are those, Sweetie?"
She leaned forward, grinned, and caressed my shoulder as she whispered.
"When you tickle me with your tongue ... on my private place."
I knew to be certain she understood just how naughty or dangerous that
sort of play could be, or at the very least try to scare her slightly,
so I leaned back and held her face in my hands as I spoke.
"If your mommy ever found out I gave you tickles down there she'd be
very angry and would take you away from me. I wouldn't be able to play
with you no more and you'd have to go be by yourself at the playground.
If you weren't careful, a really bad man might come along and make you
pull your panties down and hurt your private place instead of give you
nice tingles. Do you want that, Bristol?"
"NO!"
"Then ... what do we gotta do so your mommy doesn't find out?"
She thought about it for a moment, and once she reasoned it out
whispered her conclusions.
"You can tickle me as much as I want when I pretend to be asleep. That
way I don't know nothin' about you pulling my panties down and what you
wanna do with your tongue on my private place. I'll keep my eyes closed
and nobody will see you giving me lots of neat tingles for a long time.
Is that okay, Uncle Julian?"
"Why don't you show me where you want me to give you lots of nice
tingles first, Honey?"
I hadn't leaned back more than six inches before Bristol bent forward,
used both sets of her tiny fingers to gently tug her labia apart, and
then used one index finger to flick her clitoris back and forth.
"Huh-huh-HERE!"
"Right there? Let me see!"
She released her grip and leaned back slightly against the commode lid
and kept her legs splayed as wide as she could. As soon as I had enough
room I pressed my left hand against her bare body and used my index
finger and thumb to split her plump lips. My right index and middle
fingers then urged forward and slowly rolled her clitoris around and
softly flicked it back and forth in a very open display of molestation.
"You want me to lick you right here?"
She was only able to nod once before she sucked her bottom lip between
her teeth and nearly froze in place.
"Should I check to see if I can give you a nice lick before I go check
on Hannah, Sweetie? That way if I do it wrong, you can help me and tell
me where I can do a better job after I come back."
"O-O-Okay, Uncle Julian!"
With the aplomb of a celebrity walking down the red carpet, I leaned
forward and slipped my tongue where my removed fingers had been. Her
small hands immediately went around the back of my head to keep me in
place and gripped two huge wads of hair. That was my cue to give her a
quick cum if I could so she'd be nice and tired while I worked on my
first little lover.
Bristol was a lot more tolerant of cunnilingus than I gave her credit
for, because even after two minutes of continuous titillation she just
hung on and waited for me to either stop first, or command her to let me
do something else. I had to stop!
As soon as I removed my face from her bald cunny, I leaned back to see
that Bristol had fainted. I felt both incredibly guilty and very proud.
After I gave her a brief clean up with a soapy wipe I carried her still
naked to my bed and lay her down. I gently kissed and nibbled on her
fat pussy one last time and then returned to the bathroom to flush the
commode. With her borrowed and damp swimsuit carried in one hand I
walked to the other bathroom to check on Hannah. When I turned the
corner I felt guilty all over again. Hannah had fallen asleep on the
commode.
I dabbed her puddin dry, caressed her a few times, and then gave her a
little wipe as well. I just couldn't torture my petite playmate while
she was sleeping, so I lifted her into my arms, carried her to my bed,
and lay her right next to her little friend. From the opposite side of
the bed I lowered my face to her bald pussy and gave her a series of
very slow and incredibly delicate licks and kisses. Hannah never once
stirred as I tenderly pressed my lips to her labia.
It might have been tempting to get out my digital camera and take one or
two hundred photos of my naked babies, but that kind of evidence is the
sort of thing that gets men caught, so I soaked in their beauty using
only my eyes, smiled, turned the bedroom light off, and then walked to
the hall bathroom. After the commode was flushed, I carried both empty
swimming garments to the washroom and laid them on top of the huge metal
box to be cleaned or worn again later.
When I felt my tummy rumble I knew food would be my next requirement,
so I set myself to my task with gusto.
Half an hour later the kitchen was filled with the sights and smells of
a wondrous meal that even my little visitors would enjoy. I had just
enough time to platter everything into combination serving and storage
dishes and get everything else cleaned up. It was my phone ringing in
my pocket that reminded me that one of the little girls in my possession
had a mother in town.
"Hello?"
"Julian? It's Andrea."
"Well, hello there! How are you doing, Andrea?"
"I'm pretty tired. I, uh ... "
"Is your shift over, Andrea?"
"Yeah ... my boss didn't need me to work my usual shift, so he told me
to leave after nine thirty."
"Then let me get the girls into the car and we'll be right over."
"Julian, I ... "
"Oh, and don't worry about dinner, because I've just finished making it
and the girls should be hungry enough to think that even my cooking is
good enough. Stay inside the shopping center until you see me pull up.
I'll be there in about ... fifteen minutes."
She remained quiet for a few moments longer than seemed necessary.
"Andrea? You still there?"
"Yes, Julian."
"Then, I'll be there shortly, okay?"
"Okay."
"Okay, bye!"
"Bye."
Click.
I could tell by the tone of her voice that she didn't like depending on
the generosity of others, even though she most likely was going to have
to eat some grease-soaked version of a cheap hamburger or something even
less appetizing than that if she didn't eat at my house.
The various dishes were placed into the warming oven, and I headed to
the bedroom to get two naked little girls dressed and into my ride. I
was amazed at how quickly I could get their clothes back on without
their socks and foot coverings, although I didn't bother with Hannah's
shorties and let her ride in my right arm sans her protective cover.
Once my two charges were nestled safely into their seats and buckled in
I assumed my proper place in the driver's position and headed toward
Andrea.
It didn't take nearly as long to get there as I had suspected, the later
hour affording me much clearer streets to drive on. Just as I pulled in
front of the brightly lit entry of my favorite shopping center and the
workplace of one very tired young mommy Andrea let a wide grin escape
as she walked toward me at a lively pace. As soon as she sat down in
the passenger seat next to me I reached out with my right hand and pat
her on the shoulder.
"You hungry, Andrea? Dinner is cooked and waiting for us to eat."
Her smile faded slightly but it didn't diminish entirely.
"Julian ... why are you being so incredibly generous to me and my
little girl? Nobody has ever been this nice to me and my Bristol in a
very long time. To be perfectly honest, I'm a little intimidated by all
this good fortune."
"I'm being nice to you, Andrea, because I *can* be nice to you. You
look like you could use some good fortune, as you said, and it fills my
heart with joy to be able to do it so easily. Just thinking about how
hard you've had it recently has me feeling strangely responsible, and I
don't like feeling that way. The best way for me to alleviate those
horrible pangs of guilt that I'm not responsible for is for me to
provide some comfort for you and your little girl. Now ... if you feel
there are other less appropriate reasons I might want to help you, then "
"NO! NO! NO! I'm not insinuating that you've got some ulterior motive
in mind. It's just that ... well ... you're like that white knight
that I've ... I mean, my Bristol has often fantasized about from her
fairy tale stories. The girls might have had fun playing in their fort
at the playground today and pretending their hero would come rescue
them, but I never imagined I could feel as if a *real* hero could be
nice enough to help me and my baby girl for a little while."
"So, I guess that means that you don't want to get married and move in,
huh Andrea?"
Her head snapped around so quickly toward me that I was sure it might
come off from the amount of recoil.
I let her think about it for a few moments and then softly spoke.
"Don't worry, Andrea. I'm not about to tie you down like that.
Besides, we don't know each other well enough for me to make those
kinds of jokes yet, so I guess I need to apologize."
"You don't need to apologize, Julian. I'd be honored to have such a
wonderful husband and father to my little girl. If Bruce ... if my
ex-husband had been around long enough to get to know his own little
girl, then she might not be nearly as love-hungry as she is. I take it
you noticed just how affectionate she is, haven't you?"
The speed with which she changed the subject wasn't missed, so I didn't
attempt to repeat my previous mistake.
"Actually, I have. Taking her to the potty today twice was ample proof
that she needs to have a better understanding of what she should and
shouldn't let someone do or see when she's got her panties pulled down."
"Why? What happened?"
The tone and sound of Andrea's voice illustrated a kind of nervousness
that probably made her think going home with me wasn't such a good idea
after all. Being open about part of what happened would go a long way
toward easing her fears and developing the kind of friendship that would
allow her to actually encourage more frequent visits by her little girl.
"Nothing terrible. It's just that she seemed far more anxious for me to
tend to her needs than most four year olds today. All the other girls
I've been around at malls or the store are incredibly frightened of even
the most innocent of smiles, but Bristol seems to need so much affection
that she might be a bit too comfortable with anyone's attention. If she
doesn't learn to be more selective with her desire for a man's love she
might be a horrible statistic on the TV news."
Andrea relaxed quite a bit after that, somehow comfortable with my short
explanation and awareness of what made Bristol tick. The fact that I
had shared some details about her little girl's potty visits also might
have made the tired young mother feel as if she could trust me quite a
bit more.
"Has she fallen in love with you, Julian?"
"Oh sure! Just like my little Hannah, Bristol can't get enough of my
attention and affection, and they would rather be the focus of my warm
smiles and constant tickles than to be anywhere else in the world.
That's why neither of them has bothered asking about food, since I kept
them giggling and squealing from the time they were out of the bathroom
and just before they fell asleep."
"Did my little girl get her chance to go swimming like you said?"
"Oh yeah. Those two back there really know how to party and wore me
out. We had a great time swimming and splashing until they just
couldn't keep their eyes open. It was while they were sitting on two
separate potties that they went to sleep and haven't awakened yet."
"You really are great with them, I can tell. I wish Bruce ... my
ex-husband had been as dedicated and loving as you are, Julian."
Just as she finished her statement I turned my wheels into the driveway.
It was only then that Andrea realized where we were and the neighborhood
where my home was.
"WOW! This is your house?"
"Yeah ... it's not much, but it's mine."
"Not much? It's nicer than any house I've ever seen, Julian!"
"Thank you, Andrea. How about if you helped me get the girls into the
house, okay?"
"Sure! I'll get "
"Uh ... NO! I'll get the girls. I'd just ask you to close my door
after I get them out and then open the door to the house when we walk
in. Do you mind?"
"Not at all. It's kind of nice not to have to lug my sleepy little one
around after my long day."
Leaning into the back seat and centering myself between the two sleeping
angels I unbuckled both of them, pulled Bristol onto my left shoulder,
and then Hannah onto my right. They poured themselves onto me as if
their bodies were liquid flesh, and I craved the sensation of their
small hands and arms as they both immediately tried to hug my neck.
With an outside arm from each of my young riders around the back of my
neck, I wormed my way out of the vehicle and smiled at Andrea as she
watched in amazement.
"I'll have to admit I've never seen that done before, Julian. You've
really got a way with little girls."
"I sure do. I'm glad you like the way I take care of my two angels,
because I'm planning on spoiling your little Bristol as much as I've
spoiled Hannah."
I could tell Andrea wanted to challenge my desire to treat her little
girl like a princess, but she didn't say any more as we walked toward
the door. As soon as she opened the door to the house the smell of
food hit her in the nose and instantly made her tummy grumble. I
actually found that sentiment appealing.
"Andrea, it's been about an hour since the girls have gone to the potty.
I think it would be a good idea if we took care of some personal
business before we settled into the dining room for our dinner, okay?"
"Okay, Julian."
"You'll also have an opportunity to see me in action with your little
girl. If I do anything that's the least bit uncomfortable you'll have
ample evidence to call the cops and have my butt hauled away."
"JULIAN! Stop that! I trust you."
"I'm glad, Andrea. Now, if you don't mind ... follow me."
With the girls still attached to my body like limpets I calmly walked
to and then into the hall bathroom, quite large enough for two adults
and two little girls to occupy for a little while.
Since I had something to prove to Andrea Bristol would be my first
victim, so while she was still nestled on my left shoulder I reached up
under her dress and pulled her panties down. Rather than take them all
the way off as I might normally have done alone, I left the bright white
bundle of fabric around her ankles, tugged the back of her dress up
enough to expose her lovely little butt, twisted my body slightly, and
directed her backside to the padded commode seat.
In no more than ten seconds we heard the metallic spray of four year old
urine into the water below, Bristol teetering slightly in front of me as
I held Hannah tight to my right shoulder. As soon as she was finished,
I collected a few squares of tissue, folded them as I had before, and
then tenderly slipped my hand between her barely splayed thighs. After
no more than a few feeble attempts at wiping her dry I reached around
her body under her dress, lifted her off the potty, and draped her
bare-assed over my left shoulder where she was just a minute or two
before. It might have seemed strange to Andrea for me to leave her
little girl's panties around her ankles, but she'd learn my technique
soon enough ... at least with a little girl's mother watching me.
Hannah was then tended to as I had Bristol, her panties tugged down, her
butt uncovered, and then settled to the padded seat. Since my petite
lover was slightly larger than her small friend, I felt more comfortable
letting Hannah lean back against the commode lid and empty her bladder
while I cleaned Bristol a little. I knew I had about a minute, so with
the four year old nestled safely against my left shoulder I located the
large plastic bucket under the sink, extracted a single soapy wipe, and
then gently lay Bristol down onto the fuzzy carpet against her back.
Her panties were tugged off one foot, her legs splayed wide, and then I
confidently wiped a sweet cunny that I'd already seen, touched, licked,
and tongued into submission.
Andrea just stood to the side and watched in amazement as I worked to
clean her little girl up with no expression on my face, all of my
actions confident and assured, and my focus always on the task at hand.
As soon as Bristol's plump bald labia was clean, I pulled her panties
back into place, lifted her onto my left shoulder, and draped her over
me like a loving daddy or naughty uncle should.
Each of my actions were again repeated with Hannah, none of my deeds
questioned, and everything returned to their previous location without a
single complaint or word uttered. It was only after I got Hannah onto
my shoulder and my posture vertical before Andrea softly whispered.
"That's absolutely amazing! It looks as if you could be a professional
baby sitter or child care specialist."
"To be honest, Andrea, I am quite skilled at taking care of these two,
because I love them both dearly. Now you know why I'm trying so hard to
be nice to you and your Bristol, Andrea, because she's such a precious
and gentle thing that I can't help but love her."
"I never knew men like you really existed, Julian."
"We do. We're just hard to find because we're afraid to be seen in the
light of day ... it makes us melt if we stay out there too long."
My wink and sly grin in her direction was the perfect means to coax a
broad smile from my tired but very happy guest.
"How about if we got these two settled on the couch so we can set the
table for dinner? I don't know about you, Andrea, but I'm hungry!"
Hannah and Bristol were carefully placed on the couch with the backs of
their dresses pulled as high as I could when I removed my hands from
under them. Andrea never once seemed the least concerned about their
panties being exposed so completely, and rather than shift either or
both of their frocks down, she cupped her little girl's face, did the
same with Hannah's, and then rose to follow me to the kitchen.
The closer to the food we got the louder her tummy sounded. I'd have
thought she hadn't eaten in weeks.
After the table was set with four place settings and four drink glasses
filled with appropriate beverages, the food was removed from the warming
oven and placed on the counter. One-by-one all four plates were served
and then taken to the table, a loud yawn coming from the entertainment
room confirmation that at least one of the girls was awake and ready to
eat what I'd prepared. When Andrea and I heard two little girls talking
softly we had proof that both of them were ready for dinner, right on
time. All it took was a casual walk to the couch to confirm that my
presence was recognized and desired.
"Uncle Julian!"
"Uncle Julian! Hi, Mommy!"
"Hi, little one. Are you okay, Baby?"
"Uh huh! We had a [YAWN] good time, Mommy."
"Good girl. Now ... your Uncle Julian has cooked a very nice dinner
and we need to go sit and enjoy it. Come on, Bristol. Let's go."
It took a few moments to get them both on their feet and wobbling toward
the kitchen dining table, but once there and after they smelled and saw
the food their faces perked up and they took their places side-by-side.
Dinner was consumed with an eagerness that I hadn't anticipated, every
fleck of food on Andrea and Bristol's plate vacuumed up. Hannah was
just as hungry, but was a bit less voracious than my other two guests.
The 'pièce de résistance' for the girls was a small bowl of vanilla ice
cream topped with a little chocolate sauce, and two similarly sized
bowls topped with Creme de Menthe for Andrea and me. The moment my two
younger guests saw the bright green liquid dribbled over our ice cream
they let out a resounding "Eeeee-oooooo!" and held none of their
tremendous disgust back.
"That's okay, girls. Grasshopper juice isn't good for little girls
anyway. It's only good when you're all grown up like us."
"Eeee-oooo, Uncle Julian! That's icky!"
"Then I guess you better finish your dessert before I get a hold of your
bowl then. I might want to eat your chocolate syrup first."
With another hungry animal sound and some bared teeth, both of them
giggled and pretended to protect their bowls. Andrea might have wanted
me to be a bit less playful at the table and gave Bristol a nasty glare.
My youngest playmate immediately got quiet and repositioned her hands on
her lap as if she'd committed some heinous crime. I recognized my error
immediately and tried to rectify the situation.
"Andrea ... please don't be angry with Bristol or Hannah. It's my
fault that they were being a bit rambunctious at the table. I promise
I won't do it again, okay?"
I then faced my girls and lowered my voice.
"Girls ... I'm sorry I got you into a tiny bit of trouble and I won't
do that again. Go ahead and eat your ice cream, and when you're done
we'll all go and sit in the pool or the hot tub for a little while so we
can relax."
It didn't take very long for the girls to finish their small bowls of
ice cream, and while we were talking both Andrea and I cleaned ours as
well.
"Uhhh ... Julian ... I, um ... "
"I know, Andrea. I also have a solution for that. I'll let you borrow
a nice long robe and oversize towel so you can sneak into the water
without being seen. I'll keep my back turned the entire time to afford
you plenty of privacy and once you're settled we can sit, relax, and
chat for a little while. It wouldn't be a good idea for the girls to go
to bed on a full stomach, and I'd rather get Hannah and Bristol a little
more tired so they'll fall asleep in minutes rather than play and talk
all night."
The look on Andrea's face said everything.
"I know, Andrea, I know. I'm assuming she'll be spending the night with
Hannah, and even though I shouldn't be that presumptuous I was hoping
you'd let me take care of her until we can work out my tending to her
needs on a more permanent-temporary basis."
"Julian, I ... "
"Andrea, look. Let's continue this conversation in the hot tub. I'd
very much like to show you a bit more hospitality before you take my
newest little girlfriend away from me and Hannah's new friend from her.
Would you allow me to be your generous host for a little bit longer,
please? I'd consider it a real treat if you and your little girl could
be my guests for a while, okay?"
"Yeah, Mommy. Can we stay with Uncle Julian for a little while,
please? Pretty please?"
"Alright! If I'm gonna be ganged up on, then I guess I have no other
choice than to agree, or I'll look like the bad mommy, huh?"
"GOODIE!"
"Where's our swimsuits, Uncle Julian?"
"I put them in the washroom, Kitten. You know where that is, right?"
"Uh huh! Come on, Bristol."
"Kay!"
"Hannah? When you two are ready come to the hall bathroom so I can get
you changed. In the meantime, I'm gonna show my other guest where she
can change and then I'll see you in a minute."
"Okay, Uncle Julian!"
Andrea had a slightly concerned look on her face until after I put all
the dishes in the sink, rinsed them off, and put them into neat stacks
to be loaded into the dishwasher later. After that was finished I took
Andrea by the hand and gently tugged her toward Vince and Aileen's
bedroom suite. As soon as she saw the size and layout of the place she
completely forgot about my wanting to undress and then dress the girls.
"WOW, Julian! You've got quite a house. It's beautiful!"
"Thank you, Andrea. Now ... this is where Hannah's mom and dad are
staying while they're here."
Andrea grabbed me by the arm and stopped me before I could finish.
"Her parents are coming back ... tonight?"
"No, Silly. They won't be back for a few days. This is where you'll be
changing into this robe and then cleaning up after your soak and a nice
midnight swim. The towels are on the bathroom counter, so just pick the
biggest one there. It should be nearly the size of a beach towel.
You've got full access to a nice big bathroom, a sitting area if you'd
like to camp out for a few minutes and watch some TV, and once you're
really tired, you can lie down for a good night's rest. I changed the
sheets just after Hannah's folks left so the bed would be ready for
their return, so don't hesitate to lie back and test it for comfort."
"Come on, Julian! Now you're going too far."
"Really? How and in which direction?"
"You can't just expect a stranger to come sleep on your bed."
"You're forgetting something, Andrea."
"What's that?"
"You're not a stranger. You're my friend, and Bristol is my new little
girlfriend. Got any more useless tidbits of information you'd like to
share before I leave you to change?"
I could tell she wanted to argue, but the continued offer of my
hospitality was beginning to wear her down. All it took was a gentle
smile in her direction and a few words before I closed the door.
"See you on the patio. Just follow the giggles and squeals."
Click.
My arrival to the hall bathroom was perfectly timed. Both Hannah and
Bristol had found their swimsuits and were ready for me to strip them
both naked. Since Andrea was in the house I decided to close and lock
the bathroom door just in case either one or both of my young guests
needed a few nice tickles while I was dressing them.
There's something rather fun about taking a little girl's clothes off,
the smooth feel of her baby soft skin against my hands, the image of
their panties being drawn down their silken thighs, the view of their
plump vulvas and straight hips that excites me beyond words, and the
feel of their round bums in my hands as I cup and fondle them.
Both Hannah and Bristol thought nothing of my gently caressing their
bodies after I undressed them and then sat their naked bums to the
commode for one last pee before we went to play in the water. While one
little girl was tending to her business I had one hand behind the other
one and was gently slipping a wayward digit between her cheeks and along
that tight cleft that needed lots of touching. Neither one of them
thought my antics crude and just kept talking and giggling the whole
time we were there.
All too soon I had to install their swimsuits with a few rather obvious
rubs of their puddins along the way. I got a little blush from Bristol
and a huge grin from Hannah. A minute later I had to disappear to my
own bathroom to put my trunks back on. It wasn't long after that before
all three of us were on the patio in the dark, both of my hands gently
fondling the girls' round bums and holding them tight to my chest. When
Andrea walked through the patio door I could see her blush from twenty
feet and could tell she didn't like to be nude under her borrowed robe.
"You ready to get in, Andrea?"
"Uh, yeah, but Julian, how am I supposed to ... "
"I'll turn the other way so you can see me, you drop the robe to the
chair by the hot tub, place the towel over your robe, and then just
climb in. Once you're in place just let me know so I can fumble my way
to the hot tub and then climb in on the opposite side. The girls will
be between us so you don't need to worry about me taking any liberties
that I shouldn't. Sound okay?"
"I guess. I've just never gone swimming in the nude with anyone."
"Well, after tonight you won't be able to say that. I'm not trying to
put you into a compromising situation, Andrea. I'm just hoping you'll
relax a little bit and enjoy my hospitality so I can convince you that
I'll be a good sitter for Bristol until we work out that I'll be taking
care of her on a more permanent basis. Now, come on. Get in so we can
all get comfy."
"Okay ... turn around!"
I spun in place on the chaise lounge, held the girls in such a way that
their faces would be more toward me than my older guest, and waited to
hear my name being called.
"Okay, Julian. I'm in. Please don't turn any lights on, okay?"
"Come on, Andrea. I'm not that kind of guy. If I wanted to embarrass
you I'd have told you that I remembered to turn all the security cameras
in the extra bedroom and bathroom off."
"JULIAN!"
"I'm kidding, Andrea! I've got a security system, but no cameras. At
least I don't *think* they put any cameras in."
A few seconds later, I was carrying two snuggle-bunnies to the hot tub
and then lifted them over the edge so they could test the water.
"Is it too hot, girls?"
"NO! It feels like a nice hot bath!"
"Yeah, it feels kew-wull!"
"Alright then. Hold onto me for just a minute until you get your
footing, and once you're comfortable, I'm gonna climb in so I can sit
down."
"Uncle Julian?"
"Yes, Hannah?"
"Can I sit on your lap, please?"
"Sure, Kitten."
"And me?"
"You'll have to ask your mommy if she'd like to hold you, Bristol. If
she doesn't want to and she says it's okay, then you can sit on my lap
too. But you have to ask her nice and not sound all super whiny, okay?"
"Kay? Mommy?"
"Yes, you can sit on Uncle Julian's lap, Bristol. My gosh, Julian. If
I didn't know any better you had a long white beard and wore a big
overstuffed red suit in December."
"Kinda noticed, huh?"
"I guess I should change your name to 'Kris' instead of Julian, huh?"
"If you want to. I'll answer to just about anything. Now come on,
girls. I wanna get comfy."
Hannah stepped in, then Bristol, and then me. As soon as my ass was
nestled onto the side bench underwater both little girls immediately
sat their bums onto my thighs and tucked a small arm around my neck.
My right hand immediately ventured into some rather tender places on
Hannah's chubby body, slipping up inside her very elastic swimsuit so I
could cup her bare bum and wiggle a nasty digit between her cheeks.
Like a good little playmate she scooted backward and splay her thighs
so the tip of my digit could locate what we both wanted it to find.
With a nude Andrea no more than six or seven feet away my middle finger
slipped smoothly all the way inside Hannah's snug grip, her G-spot found
and softly caressed while she slowly rocked her body back and forth.
My left hand cupped and softly fondled Bristol's covered bum and only
after a few wiggles I was able to work my hand inside her outfit.
Rather than scoot back like Hannah had all Bristol did was lean into my
body and accept my caress as a tender gesture of affection. It didn't
matter that I didn't get to play with her ass, vagina, or clitoris,
because I was perfectly content to molest her round fanny in front of
her mother.
Andrea and I softly talked for quite a while, and she shared a lot more
about her difficult past and painful present once she relaxed enough.
By the time an hour had passed I'd gotten her to agree to let me host a
sleeping Bristol for a couple of weeks so Hannah had someone to play
with. It might make the transition a lot easier for me when my first
tiny lover had to go away, but Hannah would still be tremendously sad by
her departure toward her home in England.
By the time Andrea realized how late it was she had already been talked
into spending the night in Vince and Aileen's suite. With Bristol and
Hannah sound asleep on my lap it would be very difficult to get them
bathed, changed, and then in the car for a thirty minute ride to where
Andrea lived. I just hoped she didn't notice that I'd dragged our visit
out just long enough so Andrea had no other option than to reluctantly
accept my offer. She was so relaxed and tired that she never became
aware of my getting ready to take both girls inside the house after I
dried them off.
"When you come in from the patio, Andrea, please lock the door, okay?"
"Okay, Julian ... Kris."
"One last thing ... if you'd like a snack or something to drink tonight
make yourself at home in the kitchen. If you need a little noise to
help you fall asleep there's a radio on the table next to the headboard
of the bed. Anything else before I go in?"
"No, thank you, Julian."
"Then, if you need anything don't hesitate to make yourself at home, or
if you're lonely just tap on my door and I'll come keep you company."
I knew she wouldn't have any interest in spending *too* much time with
me because of how tired she might be, but it was necessary for me to
be polite and make the offer anyway.
"Julian, the way I feel right now I'll barely be able to keep my eyes
open while I'm taking a shower. The image of your guest bed in my head
is making me really sleepy, so I doubt I'll need any sort of inducement
tonight. Thanks anyway."
"What time do I need to get you to work."
"I need to be at my first job around seven thirty."
"Fine! I'll set the alarm so I can fix you and the girls a nice
breakfast. I guess it's goodnight, then."
"Good night ... Prince Charming."
"Good night, Cinderella."
We both had a good chuckle and then I carried two sleeping little girls
toward the doorway of my master bedroom suite. I really doubted that
Andrea would be bold enough to venture into my private area even if it
meant that she was a little concerned about her little girl. But with
the way I'd been so gentle and affectionate she actually grinned and
relaxed deeper into the swirling hot water after I walked into the house
and disappeared. I watched her through the patio windows for a minute
and saw Andrea stretch her arms over her head as if she was celebrating
in a chance to live the good life for the first time.
Rather than take a shower with my girls I decided to keep my butt
outside the tub and give them a nice hot bath. That way they could sit
or lie back and relax while I lovingly fondled and cleaned them.
Neither one of my playmates maintained a strong lock on the waking world
even after I undressed them and then placed their naked bums into the
warm sudsy water. They had just enough composure to sit upright and not
swallow a gallon of bath water or a mountain of bright white bubbles
while I slid my hands over and around every tender spot on their lovely
bodies.
Since Hannah was very sleepy she didn't notice me masturbating and
exploring her little friend, and Bristol was too tired to realize that
she was helping me by splaying her slender thighs and pushing into my
manipulations. It was while I was making my examinations with my middle
finger that her vagina granted me passage, her snug grip a lot tighter
than Hannah's but not absolute nor impossible to overcome.
The face of my thumb was applied to her clitoris, and in a matter of two
minutes my petite and previously innocent little guest had a nice cum on
my fingers. Her body might have been aware of what I had done, but her
brain was totally oblivious to any and everything around her.
That adventure was enough for all of us, so I finished washing her, got
them both rinsed, and then dried them as the water was being drained.
No more than five minutes after the towels were hung over the drying
rack both of my playmates made one last visit to the potty, were dabbed
dry, wiped clean, and then settled into my bed naked. As soon as
Hannah's feet were pushed under the covers she roused just enough to
look at me through slitted eyes.
"Uncle Julian?"
"Yes, Kitten?"
"Are you gonna sleep with me again tonight?"
"I don't know if I should, Kitten. Bristol is with you, though, so you
won't be alone, okay?"
"But, she doesn't know how to rub and lick me like you do, Uncle Julian.
I need you to lick me some so I can feel super good at night, okay?"
"Are you sure you don't mind, Kitten? I might want to play the mommy
and daddy game tonight. Bristol might hear or see us, and she might
tell her mommy."
"We can be super quiet, okay Uncle Julian? Please?"
"Okay, Kitten. Let me turn the light out and then I'll get in bed so we
can cuddle and then have a nice game of tickles for just a tiny minute."
"Thanks, Uncle Julian."
Hannah was already asleep by the time I got into bed, so I knew our game
would have to wait until some other time. I still slipped my hand
between her chubby thighs and fondled her until I fell asleep, though.
Some time in the middle of the night, I got a gentle nudge on the
outside of my left arm.
"Uncle Julian?"
"Mmmm!"
"I gotta go pee."
The use of the word 'pee' versus 'wee' meant that Bristol was the one
asking for help. I climbed out of bed from behind Hannah, went around
the other side of the bed, and then extracted a tired and nude little
four year old from under the covers.
Her round bum was nestled onto the padded seat and I was immediately
rewarded with the sound of her pee. As soon as she was done I wiped
her vulva dry, dropped the tissue, and then gently caressed her tender
underneath a few times.
"All dry, Honey. Thanks for telling me that you needed to go pee."
"Uncle Julian?"
"Yeah?"
"Can you give me just a tiny lick like before, please?"
"Sure, Honey. Open your legs and let me see."
She splay her thighs as far as she could and then hunched her hips
forward. She had the same posture as Hannah did when I last licked her
on the commode, so I lowered my face, held her slender limbs with both
hands, and then focused on my task until I felt her thighs quiver. As
soon as her body began to undulate into my face I pressed my hardened
tongue firmly onto her clitoris and just waited while Bristol did all
the work. By the time she was satisfied, she gripped my ears hard and
went rigid. That was my cue to give her a break, remove my tongue, lick
away any evidence of her orgasm from her vagina, and then wipe her
clean. A minute later, Bristol was back in bed and asleep.
Knowing both little girls' bladders were similar in size and structure
I gently lifted Hannah out of bed and took her to the potty as well. My
poor little playmate was so tired she never noticed me licking her
naked vulva a few times after I dabbed her dry, so I didn't attempt to
incite a much hungered for orgasm. As soon as I was lying down behind
Hannah Bristol softly called out to me.
"Uncle Julian?"
"Uh huh?"
"Can you sleep with me too?"
"Sure, Honey."
It was actually a lot easier to get Hannah shifted over me and against
my right side so I could shift my way toward the center of the bed and
be closer to Bristol. As soon as she felt my left hand she wiggled into
me and squirmed under my arm. Before I could completely get myself
settled she was already tightly against my body and had her left thumb
between her lips. I just couldn't force her to move any more, so I
pulled her into me, tucked my left hand between her legs from behind,
used my right hand with Hannah, and then closed my eyes. The only
daring thing I did before I fell asleep was to wiggle a naughty middle
finger between their soft cheeks and slip forward far enough to gently
caress and fondle their vulvas. The three of us remained asleep like
that all night.
The sound of a commode flushing in the house was my cue to get my eyes
open, remove my digits from the saddles of two very snug little pussies,
my hands from around a couple of very permissive little girls' bums, and
then me from my comfy bed. In no more than three minutes I was up, took
both of my sleeping partners to the potty so they could pee, gave each
of them a nice lick, and then lay them back down. In order to eliminate
any real potential for concern from one of the girls' mothers I slipped
the girls' tiny panties on them and tucked them back under the covers.
Dressed in a t-shirt and gym shorts and after I took care of my business
and was shaved and cleaned up I dashed toward the kitchen to get some
coffee and breakfast made and then get a small brown bag lunch prepared
for Andrea. My timing was right on the mark because Andrea came out of
the guest suite wearing her borrowed white cotton robe and smiling like
a kid in a candy store.
"Morning!"
"Good morning to you, Andrea! Have a nice sleep?"
"Mmmmm ... it was heavenly. If I didn't know any better your guest bed
has to be the most comfortable thing in the whole world, although I was
so relaxed after that soak last night that I probably could have slept
on a bed of nails and liked it."
"How long did you stay outside in the hot tub?"
"Well, after you and the girls disappeared I just sat there thinking for
quite a while. Before I realized how much time had passed I'd fallen
asleep. It must have been over an hour or two later that I finally woke
up very embarrassed, got dried off, shut the whirlpool motor and heater
off, and then stumbled my way to the bathroom. After I took a quick
shower I climbed into bed and just zonked out."
"So, you're feeling a lot better today then?"
"Oh, much better!"
"How about a cup of coffee while I finish making our breakfast?"
"Julian, I ... "
"The cream is in the fridge and the sugar is on the counter in the small
white bowl. If you need anything else, then just ask and I'll tell you
where to find it. How do you like your eggs?"
She stood behind me for a few seconds and didn't move or say a word. I
had to actually turn around and look at her before she blushed and then
walked toward me. My broad grin must have been a peculiar invitation,
because Andrea approached and then wrapped her arms around me for a very
ardent embrace. That was my cue to remove the bacon pan from the stove
burner and slip my hands around her body for an equally tight hug.
We remained in that one position for about half a minute, her head along
my left shoulder where Hannah usually breathed her warmth into my neck.
My guest's hands softly caressed my back in a very atypical morning
greeting between two relative strangers, and it felt nice to hold a
woman in my arms again, even though I had repeatedly hugged Hannah and
even Bristol naked against my body. There was a familiarity and close
bond that we shared even though neither of us knew each other well
enough to claim any such sensibility at that moment. The sound of her
tummy rumbling was the perfect excuse for us to part and for me to toss
some eggs into the pan.
"Do you want to do your eggs, Andrea, or shall I?"
"You're making this very hard for me, Julian."
"Really? I thought scrambled eggs were pretty easy."
She jabbed her index finger into my ribs in a playful gesture of
affection and then rubbed where she poked. She offered a soft
explanation shortly thereafter.
"You know what I mean, you brute! If you don't stop trying to rescue
me I'm gonna fall in love with you and then you'll be sorry, Mister!"
"Yeah ... I guess you're right. I suppose I shouldn't try so hard to
convince you to be my personal slave so I can command you to obey my
every wish. You might get used to it and then adore me like a god. I'd
really hate that, Andrea."
As the last of my words spilled out and rumbled around in her head I
began to wiggle my right index finger under her arm and tickled her for
about ten seconds, her stifled giggles a welcome sound that must have
been absent for quite some time. She seemed to like being the focus of
my attention and didn't fight my tickles nearly as much as I'd expected.
Her demeanor wasn't that much different than Bristol's and it made me
wonder if I should have tugged the young mother's robe open so I could
give her a few minutes of lingual affection.
Andrea might have been fifteen years younger than me, but I could have
given her many decades of love and affection if she encouraged me to.
But we were just two cars passing on an interstate highway, my life a
custom built highly tuned speedster and hers a dilapidated rust bucket
that needed to be rebuilt more than tuned up. I suppose that's why I
was trying so hard to help her and her little girl out, because she
looked like she needed a helping hand and a chance to reform her life
anew. It made for some strange feelings inside me, and it forced me to
come to terms with why I was trying so hard to help her out.
"Julian, you know I can't resist you, don't you?"
"Sure you can! All you've got to do is tell me to get on my knees
before you like an obedient slave and whip me into submission so I know
my place in our relationship. After that, I'll finish your eggs and
then we can get you ready for work."
"WORK? Oh, CRAP! I almost forgot. Uh ... scrambled is fine, Julian.
I need to get started or I'll get fired!"
She burst out of my grasp and headed back to her temporary bedroom to
get dressed and apply whatever makeup she brought with her. Four eggs
were tossed into the pan, cooked nearly to perfection and were being
plated up when the toast popped out. Andrea came skipping down the hall
on one foot completely dressed, trying to fasten her left shoe, and
holding her brush in her mouth looking very nervous. She barely had a
chance to sit down before I served her a plate of hot food and a
steaming cup of black gold. I had just enough time to stuff some food
and hot coffee into my mouth, take Andrea's lunch bag to the car so we
wouldn't forget it, run down the hall to throw some appropriate clothes
on, and then locate and carry two still sleeping little girls back with
me toward the kitchen.
In my haste to get us out of the house I didn't put anything more on
the girls and just kept them wrapped up in two small blankets that were
little more than a larger one that I had torn in half by accident a few
years before. Once they were nestled into their matching safety seats
wearing nothing more than panties but slightly covered with a blanket I
climbed into the driver's seat, started the vehicle up and opened the
garage door in time for Andrea to come bursting through the house door
with some toothpaste still on the outside of her mouth. As soon as she
was sitting down and buckled in I reached across, wiped her mouth free
of some light green paste, and then backed up out of the driveway.
"Tell me where I'm going, Honey."
She turned and looked at me with a mournful expression and burst out
crying softly. I knew what I'd done immediately and caressed her arm
with my right hand.
"I'm sorry, Andrea. I know this is a bit much so quickly, but please
don't be offended by my familiar manner, okay? I just get attached to
certain people very easily and let things slip out. Please forgive me
for trying so hard, but you look like you could use a hero right now.
It just so happens that I need to be someone's rescuer."
Still buckled in, Andrea flung herself toward me and tried her best to
give me a sideways hug, both of us quite uncomfortable in our restrained
positions. We chuckled for a moment, gathered our thoughts, she wiped
her tears away, and then leaned back.
"Thanks, Julian. I really need a hero in my life right now, and your
coming along is almost more than I could have dreamed of. I really
appreciate everything that you're doing for me, and I'll try to keep
this all in perspective."
"Just don't think too much about it, okay? Let's take this one day at
a time and see what happens. I'm not about to go proposing on one knee
unless Bristol is willing to say yes, so just relax a little and don't
worry about what this afternoon might bring."
She gently smacked my right arm with her right hand and glared at me in
a mock expression of disgust.
"Pervert! I knew you were after my little girl the whole time!"
"Well ... I guess you figured me out after all, Andrea. You're right!
I just can't stop thinking about Bristol and how incredibly sexy she is.
If you're not careful I'll be coaxing her into a very romantic and
physical relationship that will cause quite the controversy if anyone
finds out we're lovers. I hope you'll understand and just accept what's
bound to happen."
"Alright then. I suppose if I'm gonna find a hero it might as well be a
nice pervert rather than some crude jerk like the one at the hamburger
place yesterday."
"I'm glad you're gonna be so tolerant of our relationship, my dear.
Now, please tell me which way I'm supposed to start driving so I can
come back home and have hours of lusty sex with your little girl."
"Julian! Shhhh! If Bristol or Hannah hear you they'll think you're
some kind of disgusting weirdo. Just take me to The Commons shopping
center so I can get clocked in to my first job of the day."
Moments later, she was forced back into her seat as I shoved my foot
against the floor and felt the sexy rumble of the engine as it answered
my call to duty. Once we were safely up to speed I queried about her
day and when I needed to come pick her up again.
"So, Honey, what time do I need to come get you?"
"If I have enough time to eat lunch "
It might have been incredibly rude to interrupt her, but she'd
appreciate why once I finished speaking.
"OH! I almost forgot. Here! I've packed you two turkey sandwiches
with lettuce and tomato, and put a couple of those tear-open packets of
mustard and mayo in the bag. There's a banana for a morning snack, an
apple for your afternoon one, and two small chocolate candy bars if
you're a good girl and do all your work. I've also slipped a couple of
one dollar bills in so you can buy some overpriced soda pop or bottled
water. Now ... what were you going to say?"
"Damn you, Julian! You can't keep doing things like this!"
"Why not? I'm really pretty good at it, you know."
"How am I ever going to pay you back, Julian?"
"I already told you, Andrea. Let's just take this one day at a time and
see what this afternoon brings. By the time I get a good price for your
little girl all your debts should be paid in full."
She actually smacked me really hard with that crude comment and held
nothing back. Once she realized what she'd done and that I was still
trying to be funny but failing miserably she cupped her hands over her
mouth and looked at me horrified.
"I'm so sorry, Julian! I didn't mean to hit you like that, but you
really shocked me when you said such a disgusting thing about my baby
girl. I realize that you couldn't do such a horrible thing to any
little girl, but my mind just kinda snapped and I forgot who's been
such a wonderful host to both Bristol and me. I'm sorry, Julian.
Please forgive me."
"You've done nothing that needs to be forgiven, Andrea. It was a crude
comment and I won't ever repeat it. I'd never risk the safety of
Hannah, nor Bristol, nor *any* little girl in the world, whether she was
my full responsibility or not. I'm the one who should be asking for
your forgiveness."
"Julian ... I tell you what. Why don't we forget all about that and
just pretend it never happened. I know you well enough that I'm not
afraid of you taking my little girl to the potty and pulling her panties
down so you can tend to her needs, or even giving her a bath like you
most likely did last night. If you were some kind of evil beast you'd
have forced her to act as your personal sex slave and hurt her terribly.
I know the opposite is true because she looks more relaxed and happy
than she's ever been in her life, and it's all because of you."
As the last few painful words of her speech were spoken, I pulled into
The Commons shopping center and drove into one aisle of parking spaces.
"Which store, Andrea?"
"OH! Uh ... it's not really a store, but a dry cleaners. I work in
the back cleaning other peoples' clothes."
I knew which one she was referring to because I'd taken my suits and a
number of other clothes there a few times. They did good work, were
very reliable, and I finally knew part of the reason why.
"Where do you go when your shift is done there, Andrea?"
"If I have enough money I take the bus from here to another shop about
three miles away where I work in the kitchen of a cute little Asian
restaurant."
"Fu Ling's?"
"I guess you've been to every place I've worked, huh Julian?"
"We need to talk later, Andrea. Here ... here's some bus fare so
you're not spending your soft drink money ... and please don't say
anything about me helping you too much. Just take it and go to work."
"Yes, Dear ... thank you, Julian."
"You're welcome, Honey. Call me when you want me to come pick you up."
"Okay. Bye."
"Bye."
As soon as she was out of my ride with her lunch held proudly in one
hand, a five dollar bill stuffed under one edge, she took off into the
dry cleaners, the clock on my dash showing 7:28 AM. I just hoped her
boss didn't shift the work clock ahead more than two minutes because I
remember Andrea telling me her shift started at 7:30.
Instead of thinking about making something for the girls' breakfast I
decided to stop on the way home and buy them a typically overpriced
breakfast meal at a drive through restaurant. I even paid the $1.50
more and got the ones with the 'free' childrens' toys inside.
If anyone had stopped me along the way and had seen both of my young
charges sitting almost nude in their child safety seats I would have
been serving time before Andrea's first shift job was over. Watching
them through the rear-view mirror as I drove afforded me a number of
opportunities to see a greater amount of lovely bare flesh as their
blankets slipped and revealed some tender preschool loveliness. Even
before I got half way home I could easily see one erect little nipple
peeking out from beyond the edges of each of their fuzzy covers. They
looked so cute I had to see a little more, so I reached over the back of
the driver's seat and lightly tugged on each of their blankets. Once my
naughty and potentially dangerous deed was done I was able to gaze at
their plump pads of baby-fat and bright pink nipples.
The view got me so aroused I had to reach over the back of the seat so I
could again slip a naughty hand over the seat to sample from such a
lovely parcel of sweetness and lightly caressed their bodies. Neither
of them seemed the least offended by my antics, and I certainly wasn't
going to wake them up to ask if they minded, so I lightly stroked and
fondled their tiny titties and tweaked their increasingly erect points.
I was getting far too horny for my own good and reached as far between
their soft silky thighs and as far up their legs as I could one at a
time. Touching their panties with the tips of my fingers along the
rubbery feel of their almost nude pudendums was a thrill that nearly got
me into trouble, because I wanted to stop my ride so I could pull their
panties off to ogle and possibly masturbate them the rest of the way
home.
Thankfully I saw a police cruiser far enough ahead that I retrieved my
hand, tried to cover them up a little bit, and then returned my grip on
the steering wheel so I was holding it at 'ten and two' by the time I
drove by the cop car. My stomach was twisting around in knots and I
almost felt as if I was trying to look guilty by *not* looking more
completely at the officer's face, but his vehicle must have been
stationed to ticket reckless or speeding drivers. I was pleased he
wasn't looking for half-naked little girls in a pedophile's back seat,
because I'd have been in cuffs quicker than I cared to think.
The rest of my drive was conducted with a *lot* more consideration of
the traffic laws and who might see me molesting two darling near-infant
children who didn't belong to me. By the time I pulled into my driveway
and nestled my nice ride into the garage I had to take a deep breath and
stop for a moment so I could relax. My heart was madly thumping in my
chest because of what it might have looked like with two near-naked
riders, and I vowed never to take my girls out dressed ... or
*undressed* like that again.
Gently taking both of them out of the back seat and carefully carrying
them inside was a chore that I'd gladly take on for the rest of my life.
With them resting comfortably on the couch and their blankets and
panties removed so I could enjoy the view I went back to get their
breakfasts. Rather than eat my preschool playmates for my first dessert
of the day or maybe the second since I'd already licked them while they
sat on the potty I softly caressed their legs and bodies until I got
both of them to lean into me for our first hug.
They didn't stir right away but I didn't mind, because that allowed me
to tenderly fondle and caress them when they slowly began to return to
the waking world. It was Hannah who giggled first and then turned her
head a little bit so we could kiss, her lips so pliable and easy to suck
on that I took advantage of her weakened state and munched on her tender
mouth. While I was Frenching my first petite lover, my right hand was
softly stroking and petting Bristol's nipples and pads of baby fat, her
surprisingly plump development urging me to press my lips to her chest
once I was finished with Hannah and suck on her as her own child would
someday. I would love to see what she looked like when she started to
develop into a young teen, her early maturity sure to be the envy of so
many of her young friends and classmates.
It was while I had a firm grasp of Hannah's tongue that she shifted her
hips harder into me as if to invite some welcome abuse. My left hand
was the perfect weapon for that attack and easily splay her thighs so I
could masturbate her until Bristol woke up more fully. The feel of her
fat lips around my finger as I delved under Hannah's body was so
precious and wicked that I slowly urged my digit to fully disappear
within. Her wet heat sucked me in as urgently as her mouth did my
tongue, my long middle digit worked into a tight grip that had no
comparison on the Earth.
Hannah was getting wetter as our union continued, the added lubrication
granting me plenty of freedom to increase the speed and depth of my
actions until the soft slurping sound of my fingering proved too much
for either of us to ignore. Her whimpers around my tongue were a soft
call that screamed pleasure and need, so my thumb was wiggled up between
her plump lips and as far into her split as I needed to travel. Her
aching clitoris succumbed almost immediately to the contact, her light
and measured undulations taking on a desperate and uncontrolled tone as
each circuit over that engorged bump lapsed into a nearly continuous
series of circles and figure eights.
Once I got her started Hannah took over for me, her soft naked pussy
grinding rhythmically onto my finger, thumb, and hand. She wasn't a
little girl anymore but a fully realized sexual being who knew what made
her feel good and just who to ask to help her feel that way. I was a
proud pedophile that morning as I finger fucked that little girl and
gave her every measure of my lust and hunger.
And like all the previous times, my petite lover celebrated in a sweet
and protracted orgasm that heralded a kind of lewd sexual pleasure that
nobody could ever know about, my tiny playmate able to enjoy her first
cum of the day on my finger and thumb as her smaller friend just lie
against me and waited to be told what to do when she finally awoke.
The sensation of Hannah's thighs quivering around my hand and her pussy
convulsing onto my finger and thumb was far too much for me, and I
needed something more than just fondles and touches. When Hannah broke
our kiss, leaned back ever so slightly, and then looked into my eyes I
knew what she wanted and I needed the same thing. All it took was one
of her small hands to slip forward between the couch and me for her
fingers to tease down inside my jeans just a fraction of an inch. Less
than a second later I undid my belt, unsnapped my jeans, pulled the
zipper down, and then let her push her petite appendage much further
inside.
She had a respectable grasp of my cock a few seconds later, both of us
taking quick looks at Bristol to see if she'd be aware of or mind what
she wasn't about to witness. All I had to do was turn the younger girl
slightly, lie her back on the couch, nestle her away from us with a
small pillow under her head, and let her sleep for another few minutes.
Once she was in her modified position, I stood up and encouraged Hannah
to lie down so my cock would be at the perfect height for her to reach.
Fucking that little girl's mouth while looking at her little nude friend
took me to heights of erotic and immoral pleasure that I'd never known
in my life. Hannah was getting to be the perfect little cocksucker and
held nothing back as she sucked, licked, and wanked me. The sound of
her saliva snapping and popping as her lips repeatedly crested the flair
of my glans added a nasty audible flavor to the mood, and I was so close
to cumming I couldn't keep my eyes open.
Hannah accepted every portion of my seed as I repeatedly lunged into her
mouth and painted her tonsils. In fact, she seemed to suck more wildly
and anxiously as I kept convulsing between her soft pink lips, as if her
very existence depended on a constant flow of my sperm. My penis was so
hard and I was so horny that as soon as Hannah sucked me clean and
leaned back slightly, I reached down to her hips, turned her toward me,
and then lifted her naked thighs into the air. She grinned at me with
such a nasty expression that I knew she was going to like being handled
a bit more firmly than the previous time I'd fucked her.
Even though my cock was still very sensitive I was able to push forward
and work my dick where my finger had been a few minutes before. Hannah
just lie back, grimaced slightly, and sucked her bottom lip into her
mouth. But what surprised me were her arms reaching toward me to pull
me in harder, the pained expression not from me hurting her, but most
likely from the intense need to feel me plunge deep inside her tight
vagina and give her Grafenberg spot a number of long firm strokes.
The slow and almost torturous journey of my penis to the full depth of
her snug vagina meant more to both of us than could be expressed in
words or sounds, other than the crude and lewd snaps and pops from
between her legs and our bodies. It took me almost half a minute to
work my cock as far into her body as I could reach, our eyes locked
together in a dance of wicked and immoral lust that had no contemporary
or equal. Hannah just stared back and grinned with a quivering smile
that filled me with unbound passion, a little girl gazing into my stare
with as much hunger as any woman I had ever been with, including my late
wife. Nobody would have believed my precious preschool lover could
share thoughts and emotions at that mature level, but Hannah was far
more intelligent and developed than any child I'd ever met.
For some reason neither of us promoted a quick flurry of movements
toward the wicked goal that would soon envelope both of us, our mutual
connection and physical bond something that was enough to keep us in
synch and happy for a few moments. It was only my tiny lover's need to
feel that special tingle within her small chubby body that drove her to
shift her butt up into me slightly so I could get the message. That's
all it took for me to hold her silken limbs tight to my chest and snug
around my dick, just enough additional pressure around my penis for me
to immediately lose whatever control I once had.
My movements began slowly enough but were soon governed by my hormones
and lust, an undulating rhythm back and forth into and out of her small
body that made my already highly sensitive cockhead explode with much
more fire and excitement. I had to think hard and force myself to keep
up the immoral fucking motions, the electric sting of my nerves almost
causing me to withdraw and claim defeat.
But Hannah solved my dilemma for me when she reached around her legs and
tugged on my hips, silently asking for the pleasure that I'd already
shown her a number of times. With her unspoken plea I lost whatever
hypersensitive limits my body had imposed and focused solely on my young
lover's pleasure and happiness, and Hannah was very happy indeed.
When Bristol stirred both Hannah and I froze for a moment and stared at
our sleeping witness, fearful that our bond had finally been discovered.
But the younger girl was still unaffected by our union and rolled over
toward the back of the couch and resumed her resting. The sight of the
smaller child's naked round butt pointed at me and a peek between her
legs at her bald nether lips from behind was just enough stimulus to
encourage further sexual pursuits with my first tender friend, so I
grinned at Hannah and began to fuck her slightly harder.
Her whimper and grasp of my hips told me that she was enjoying the feel
of my thrusts, so I watched her carefully as I drove firmer with each
lunge into her tender frame. Our junction began to sing with a kind of
lubricted music that further fuelled my lust, loud snaps, squishes,
pops, and slurps that enhanced the carnality of my wicked deeds. That
glorious sexual music urged me to give Hannah another cum that would
make her mewl loud enough to wake Bristol, in spite of what that might
do to my young American visitor. It was a risk, but we both seemed to
need a more complete release that a subdued immoral fuck wouldn't
satisfy.
Thankfully my petite playmate was much more in control of her passions
than I suspected, both of her bee-stung lips sucked between her teeth
and gripped hard enough so she wouldn't exclaim the next of the many
cums I'd given her that again coursed through her preschool body.
I watched in excited contentment as Hannah's body began to convulse and
stutter uncontrollably, each of her movements dictated by the natural
and involuntary expression of her body's need to exclaim prurient joy
and physical delight. She was taken to heights never achieved before
that morning, my nasty fucking movements stroking her G-spot repeatedly
and forcing her to tolerate the stimulation like never before.
Although I could have slowed down and let her have a rest between about
half a dozen orgasms I preferred to implant a kind of sexual virus in
her brain that no man could ever match, overcome, or cure. Each of her
thrusts onto me proved that I was affecting her far more than any lover
ever could in her future, our bond beyond the union of our genitalia.
Hannah was going to be mine for the rest of her life, her first lover
forever held at a level of appreciation and affection that would keep me
at the precipice of love and revulsion.
When her head began to tilt backward and her chin was pushed toward the
ceiling I knew I was fucking her too much too quickly, so I slowed down
and just stroked her enough to bring that tingle back. About a half
minute later, Hannah looked down at me with an expression beyond her
years and whispered words that a five year old wasn't supposed to
understand, let alone be smart enough to utter.
"I love you, Uncle Julian. I'll always love you more than anybody in
the whole world. I wish we could stay just like this until forever and
ever. You make me feel so good I wish we could do the mommy and daddy
thing for a long long time and never stop doing it!"
That's all it took for me to slowly thrust as far into her body as I
could and then feel the surge of passion rise through my penis. For the
next few seconds I saw a blinding white light as I filled that little
girl with small packets of useless baby makers.
As the last of my seed spilled out of me and was nestled as deeply into
her prepubescent body as could be filled her thighs dropped to the
couch, she reached forward to hug me, and then tried her best to kiss me
while we were still joined. It hurt quite a bit to bend my head that
far forward, but I wasn't about to miss out on kissing Hannah while we
were locked in our immoral union. To hold that naked little girl tight
to my body with my penis piercing her vagina was a celebration in love
and lust that I'd never be able to better.
It took a minute for us to get our bearings, but once I realized that
Bristol was sure to wake up and see what we were up to I whispered into
my lover's mouth and smiled.
"Thank you, Precious. You make your Uncle Julian a very happy man."
"Thank you, Uncle Julian. I like it when you're happy."
"How about if I got you all cleaned up, Sugar? After that we'll get you
and Bristol some breakfast that I got at Mickey-D's."
"Kewl-wuhl!"
It took us a minute to get situated well enough so I could lift her into
my grasp while still connected to my petite lover. It was also tough
for me to keep my jeans up while I carried a naked little girl impaled
on my cock toward the bathroom. The moment I flipped the light on
inside and saw how we looked locked in our coital embrace I couldn't
help but hold Hannah like some perverse fuck doll and give her a series
of short quick thrusts.
My tiny playmate instantly began to giggle softly as if I was trying to
play a perverse game of some kind until she began to feel that lurid
tickle inside her pussy that she couldn't ignore. What had started as a
new and unusual game for her quickly became another series of whimpers
and soft moans and then into a hormonal overdrive that was then
converted into another quick cum. Hannah was truly and utterly
overwhelmed by the sensation of her small body being bounced around like
that and the sight of us in the mirror that she'd never witnessed before
in her young life. Her small round ass was pressed hard into my naked
hips when she came all the way forward and did her best to express her
affection for her adopted pedophile American Uncle Julian.
The instant I felt her thighs tighten and saw her body begin to gyrate,
I couldn't hold back any longer and watched as my own hips convulsed and
stuttered. We were quite a mess when our bodies stopped twitching, our
bond a sticky and gooey mess that was sure to take over ten minutes to
wipe clean when our junction was finally broken.
Hannah couldn't say or do anything while I uncoupled from her over the
commode so she could sit for a minute. She just sat there and leaned
back while her vagina leaked ample evidence of my immoral and highly
illegal union with a preschooler. Even as she sat there with a blitzed
expression on her lovely face and her hair streaked across her forehead
in a sweaty and very sexy display, I couldn't help myself at all. My
hands splay her naked thighs so I could stare at her bright pink vulva
leaking a continuous stream of sticky white goo while she sat, and then
my fingers lightly caressed and tweaked both erect points of her tiny
nipples as they rose and fell with each of her deep breaths on her
chubby chest.
My lover was exhausted, but she still had enough energy to giggle and
tug her arms across her body in a feeble attempt at protection. I
softly rubbed her small titties for a few moments, reveled in the feel
of her slightly endowed breasts and firm nipples, but realized we needed
to get moving, so I rose from my kneeling position and cleaned myself
up. I did the same for a very tired Hannah after I pulled my shorts and
jeans back into place. It might not have been necessary to lick and
munch on her recently cleaned vulva to confirm that I'd done a good job,
but Hannah didn't seem to mind and wrapped her calves and arms around my
head as I feasted on my lovely bald prize.
By the time I lie Hannah down with her back to the couch she was tired
enough for another quick nap. As soon as she was settled onto her spot
and had her head against a soft pillow she closed her eyes and quickly
fell under the spell of a perverted Mister Sandman.
Bristol timed her movements perfectly, stretching and rolling over
toward me as soon as I rose from my kneeling position in front of my
sleepy little playmate, Hannah. The four year old looked every bit the
precious and innocent little girl as she rubbed her eyes, yawned, and
tried to gain a sense of awareness of her position and who she was with.
When she saw me smiling down at her she lifted her hands toward my face
and was gently lifted into my arms for a quick trip to the potty.
Rather than continue to rouse from her rest Bristol preferred to lie
her head against my left shoulder and enjoy the ride without any verbal
direction or influence. Even as she was sitting quietly on the commode
she kept her eyes closed and took no notice of me ogling her bald beauty
as I splayed her thighs. The only evidence of her sharing a brief visit
with me to the hall bathroom was the sound and sight of her urine as it
left her body. Acting as I had from the first visit to my house I got
a few squares of tissue and then dabbed my sleepy guest's naked vulva.
Bristol never took notice of the commode flushing and the noise of the
water swirling under her bare bum. Once the contents had been removed
and the bowl filled I gently lifted her into my arms for the short ride
to the couch so she could awaken more completely. But I never got more
than two steps toward the still open bathroom door before I heard a
quiet voice whispered into my left ear.
"Uncle Julian?"
"Yes, Sweetie?"
"Aren't you gonna give me a lick?"
I had to smile and turn my head slightly so I could press my lips to her
ear and gently reply.
"Are you sure you want me to do that, Sugar? Once I get started I may
never want to quit. I might be pulling your panties down all the time
from now on and I'll be giving you licks every chance I can."
"But ... I don't *got* no panties on, Uncle Julian."
"Well ... I'd still want to pull your panties down if you were wearing
them, Sugar. After that I'd kiss and lick your tender underneath for as
long as I wanted."
"I don't mind, Uncle Julian. It feels good!"
"And what if I want to do other stuff too? Aren't you gonna be scared
if I want to try new things with you like a bad man?"
"You aren't a bad man, Uncle Julian! You're a good man who likes to
make me feel all tingly on my privates, that's all."
"I'm glad you think so, Sweetie. As long as your mommy never finds out
that I like to make you feel good like that then I guess I can give you
some licks for a little bit. Will that make you feel better?"
"Uh huh! Thanks, Uncle Julian!"
"No, Angel. Thank you! Now, let's take a quick look and see if
Hannah's still asleep. If she is, then I'll take you to the couch so I
can see what I'm doing and make you feel all nice."
"Kay!"
With a tender kiss as a security deposit and a gentle grope under her
bum just to see her smile I leaned out of the open bathroom doorway and
looked down the hall toward the entertainment room. The only thing I
could see was the top of Hannah's blonde head still where I lay her
down after we had a wonderful few minutes together. That was my cue to
slowly make my way closer and confirm that her eyes were closed and
that Bristol and I would have some private time together less than five
feet from my first little lover.
The closer I got the more Bristol turned her head to see if her slightly
older friend was awake. We were practically leaning over the top of my
petite playmate when I saw Hannah's eyes move under her lids, a sure
sign that she was asleep and dreaming. That's all the confirmation I
needed, so I shifted toward Bristol's last reclining position, lay her
down facing the front of the couch this time, knelt in front of her, and
then lifted both of her slender thighs into the air so I could see what
I was doing.
Bristol could have watched me as I leaned forward and gently pressed my
face onto her tender and beautifully bald little cunny, but she chose to
close her eyes and stick her right thumb into her mouth. That was my
clue that she was helping to keep our activities perfectly innocent and
anonymous, since she couldn't lie to her mommy about seeing me lick her
for an hour or so if the child was asleep and wasn't aware of what I was
up to. What a smart little four year old.
Rather than attempt to give Bristol an orgasm, I gently washed her whole
vulva from top to lovely round bottom with my tongue, paying particular
attention to her clitoris and vagina. None of my actions were bold or
firm, but rather slow and sedate. It was as if I was stealing only the
hint of Bristol's essence from her naked genitalia, her soft silken
flesh barely distorted as I worked my tongue up and down her tight slit
and between her fat labia majora. Bristol seemed far more relaxed about
the whole illicit affair than she was excited, her free hand extended
toward and lightly applied onto my head as if she was petting a favored
kitten or puppy.
The only evidence of my lurid task were a few soft smacking or subdued
sucking sounds as I lovingly worked her plump nether lips into my mouth
slightly and then allowed them to slip free after I licked and nibbled
on them. Her pussy was just as tender and satiny as Hannah's and yet I
was in no mood to make any comparisons or place one of my playmates
above the other. The only important thing at that moment was to please
her and enjoy what she was permitting me to do.
When I heard her tummy grumble I knew it was time to stop feasting on
her tender bits and get both of my naked playmates fed. I knew I would
again have each or possibly both of my little lovers later in the day
and possibly even that same morning before lunch, so rushing things just
wasn't necessary.
After a few last nasty licks and a rather crude exploration inside her
tight vagina with my tongue I used both hands and cheeks to wipe away
all of my saliva and her arousal. Once she was dry I leaned over her
body, tugged her thumb out of her mouth, and then gently kissed her as I
would have Hannah, just without my tongue. Bristol seemed intrigued as
I held her small head in my hands and lightly nibbled on her lips, as if
she were going to study what I was doing and then improve on it when the
time was right. Once my lips drew away from hers, I whispered back into
her mouth.
"You getting hungry, Little One?"
A single nod was all I needed to see.
"Okay. Let's get your panties pulled up so I don't make you think I'm
a naughty man for always keeping you naked."
Bristol watched me as I located her panties, oriented them under her
bare feet, slipped them up her lithe limbs, and then nestled them into
place under her bum and over a plump pussy that I'd spent the better
part of half an hour licking. One last kiss was all it took for her to
give me a big bright smile.
I leaned back, found Hannah's panties, and repeated the exercise, my
first little lover only stirring after I lifted her bum slightly so I
could work the waistband elastic under her round ass. After her eyes
opened part way I leaned into her face for a gentle kiss and got her
smile as my second reward in under a minute.
"You want some breakfast, Kitten?"
Hannah yawned as she nodded, a special and lovely look on her face
afterward something that could have been printed on a holiday or
birthday card. She appeared to be the epitome of innocence and purity.
"Okay you two. Time for a quick ride to the kitchen. Everybody on."
With my arms extended toward each of my half naked potential riders
they rose to their knees and hobbled toward me, my arms acting as their
support after they slipped an arm around my back. It was the older of
the two who acted as their spokesperson.
"What are we gonna eat, Uncle Julian?"
"Well, ladies ... I've got something special for you two today. If
you both would help me then I think you might like what you'll find."
"What is it, Uncle Julian?"
"I'm not telling just yet. I just need one person to help me open
something and the other person will help me take it out."
"I wanna open!"
"I wanna take it out!"
Perfect!
Bristol reached for the microwave oven handle and was able to tug it
open so Hannah could reach inside and extract a large white bag with
some typical brightly colored iconic graphics on the front and back. As
soon as they recognized the logo from previous visits they both began
to squeal and jump around in my grasp. I almost dropped Bristol from
her very animated display, but was able to sit her butt onto the counter
just in time.
Hannah was wordlessly encouraged to set the bag onto the counter next to
Bristol after which I sat Hannah down on the opposite side. They both
tugged the bag open, peered inside, and squealed in delight when they
saw the two toys sitting on top of the polystyrene trays. I think they
were happier about the buck fifty plastic crap than the more expensive
meal.
With their small hands eagerly unwrapping and then anxious to play with
their new toys I took the meals out of the bag, served the food onto a
more normal set of plates, and then stuck them back in the microwave for
a few seconds of heating. While the technological marvel was busy
restoring their soon to be consumed food to a nicely heated condition I
prepared a couple of glasses of orange juice and chocolate milk for them
and another cup of coffee for me.
The classic 'BEEEEEP' informed me that breakfast was about to be served,
so I set the breakfast table and then came back for two giggling little
girls. They didn't even look at me when I wrapped an arm around each of
them and lifted them from the counter. They only noticed their change
in venue after their food was staring them in the face. That was all
they needed to attack their plates with gusto.
It was a real joy to see them sitting side-by-side and enjoying their
meal as they took a bite or two, played with their toys a little bit,
ate a little more, talked to each other and then to me, and ate some
more after that. By the time they were finished I'd consumed two cups
of coffee and as many pieces of toast. They never once noticed me
moving around the kitchen taking care of the dishes in the sink, nor
were they disturbed by my temporary absence. It felt good to hear both
of them chatter and giggle, as if they were sisters with distinct
accents and from two birthplaces that were very far apart.
Hannah was the one who shocked me next, her maturity displayed in a
single gesture that I might never have expected from a five year old.
"Come on, Bristol. Let's take our stuff to the kitchen so Uncle Julian
can wash it in the machine."
"Kay!"
After both girls set their empty plates, glasses, and then their
utensils onto the counter next to the sink I was engulfed by two pair
of short but very strong arms.
"Thanks, Uncle Julian! That was great!"
"Yeah! Thanks, Uncle Julian!"
"You're welcome girls. While you girls are washing your faces and
brushing your teeth I'll finish taking care of the dishes in here.
After that, what would you say to a morning swim?"
"Kew-wuhl!"
"Can we, Uncle Julian?"
"Since you're my guests and there aren't any bothersome parents to tell
us no, then I think we can go swimming and play whatever games you two
want to all day long."
"YAY!"
Bristol was the one to change the mood slightly and offer a downtrodden
expression as she softly spoke.
"Uncle Julian, I can't reach the sink to brush my teeth. My mommy has
to help me so I can do stuff in the bathroom."
"I think I can take care of that. Follow me girls."
Stopping along the way to collect two of the chairs from the breakfast
table I led the way to the hall bathroom. Facing the chairs toward the
sink with the backs toward the open area I retrieved two brand new and
perfectly identical toothbrushes from the overhead medicine cabinet and
then got a cinnamon and a regular flavored tube of toothpaste out.
"You girls get to choose which one you'd like to use. Here ... take
a little taste of this one first ... and then taste this one."
They both used the tips of their fingers to steal a small measure of the
cinnamon first and then the regular kind. I knew instantly which one
they would go for.
"THE RED ONE!"
"YEAH! Me too!"
After the new toothbrushes were removed from their sterile package and
the girls allowed to pick which one of the two they wanted I applied
just enough paste onto each set of clean white bristles and then issued
some new orders.
"Alright. Up onto the chairs."
They both climbed up the outside of their temporary elevated platforms,
accepted the proffered teeth cleaning apparatus, and then leaned forward
over the sink next to each other. They were a perfectly matched set of
disparate little girls, their half naked bodies pressed tightly together
as they kept their faces over the open sink and their pantied butts
pointed backward in a lovely way that drove me to fondle them. After a
few soft caresses and a white and red foam giggle from each of them, I
left them to conduct their normal morning routine.
I had just enough time to get the dishes rinsed and then placed into the
dishwasher when I heard the comical sound of two little girls trying to
rinse their mouths out with a small plastic cup. Moments after they
were finished I was notified that their makeshift platforms were no
longer needed.
"Uncle Julian! We're done!"
"Coming, girls!"
As soon as I turned the corner into the bathroom I saw two very happy
little girls. Hannah had already rinsed, tapped her toothbrush dry, had
set it into a small cup near the sink, and Bristol was still holding
hers as she waited to hear that she might be done. Just like her mommy
Bristol smiled at me with a small dab of toothpaste on the edge of her
mouth, the look of naive accomplishment plastered all over her face as
well.
"My goodness! Look at my two lovely young girlfriends. If I didn't
know any better you two are gonna have a lot of fun today."
Since I couldn't hug both of them while they were standing on their
elevated platforms I knew to coax them both down to the floor. Moments
after I knelt down near the doorway with my arms extended in their
direction they both clambered down and then threw themselves at my
body. It felt so wonderful to hold their half nude forms into me, the
warmth of their skin so tempting, even after I had enjoyed them earlier
in the morning while they were sleepy. All it took was a softly
whispered query to raise their level of movement.
"You two like to go swimming now?"
"YEAH!"
"YEAH!"
"Then I'll meet you in the bedroom after I go put the chairs away."
The grin on my face was almost as wide as theirs when I turned the
corner into my master bedroom suite and saw both of my young playmates
standing next to each other completely naked. Apparently they wanted to
be ready for me to help them get dressed and had already stripped off
their panties. My kind of girls.
Rather than turn every moment of their days with me into lots of lurid
sex with petting, fondles, caresses, and masturbation sessions, I had my
girls lean against me as I helped one and then the other little one don
her skin-tight swimsuit. I might have stolen a few naughty touches, but
I didn't make it seem as if it was intended. Just for fun I issued a
challenge that no child could resist.
"Last one into the pool is a rotten egg!"
The ear-piercing squeals and giggles that echoed through the house
signaled our change in direction and activity level, both of my young
playmates running toward the patio door as quickly as their tiny naked
feet could carry them. Of course, if they weren't being chased by an
evil tickle monster growling as if he hadn't eaten breakfast yet they
might not have sounded like they were trying to shatter glass along the
way with high pitched voices.
Hannah was the first to arrive, not surprisingly, so I launched myself
into Bristol, picked her up off the ground, lifted her sideways into the
air, and then began to feast on her slender tummy with lots of wild
noises and munching sounds. Her grip around my head was just as mild as
it had always been, as if she wanted to be played with rather than
placed back to the warm concrete. Ten seconds into her abuse Hannah
softly hinted that she wanted to let Bristol win so she could be the
rotten egg.
"Come on, Uncle Julian! Me, now!"
Holding Bristol upside-down in the air by her ankles I let her come down
to the ground carefully until her hands, head, and then back came to
rest comfortably. Once she was lying down still giggling and holding
her well-munched on tummy I dove for Hannah.
"Eeeeeeek!"
"Come here, you!"
I had to actually chase her around the pool until she made a bad turn
and was blocked by two chaise lounges. That's when I grabbed her by her
hips and lifted her backward into the air with an ear piercing shriek
that might have frightened a parent of other children within two blocks.
Her screech might have been high and loud enough to open a few radio
remote controlled garage doors in the neighborhood.
Rather than munch on Hannah's tummy, I decided to hold her upside down
facing away from me in front of my chest and splay her thighs apart like
a holiday wishbone just before someone made their secret wish. My mouth
went from the inside of one chubby thigh to the other, her swimsuit
barely wide enough between her legs to completely cover what I knew was
going to be fun to lick and nibble on as my feast came to a close.
Hannah tried to block my path with her hands and even tried to tickle me
from around her side, but I was too focused and nibbled just enough to
keep her on the defensive. My squealing playmate tried to wrestle her
way out of my reach a few times but eventually accepted she was mine to
terrorize and tickle until I deemed her heightened giggles and squeals
had signaled the end of my attack. That wasn't until I had nuzzled my
mouth a few times between her legs and had worked the stretchy material
of her outfit just far enough into her split so I could take open bites
of her plump labia majora. Even though Bristol was there to witness the
attac, she never once interfered with my face-first appetizer, the
smaller girl's decision to just lie back on the warm concrete and watch
in glee as I stirred lots of jubilant noise from her slightly older
friend.
Hannah's abuse ended with her repeated calls of "STOP! STOP!", so I
relented and lie her to the ground as I had Bristol. She had no
strength to crawl away as I squat down over her and then tugged Bristol
closer as well, a nice tight hug offered to both of my happy playmates
so they knew all the tender exploitation of their soft and ticklish
bodies was in fun. Since my suit was still sitting on the washing
machine and needed to be installed it was time to change the tempo and
soften the mood.
"If you two girls promise not to get all the way into the water I'll
let you sit on the steps up to your chests while I go get my trunks on.
Will you promise?"
"Yes, Uncle Julian."
"We promise."
"Okay. Go ahead and step in and sit down so I can see if you're in deep
enough. I won't leave until you're sitting down."
Like two very obedient pets they both rose, giggled at each other while
tempting me to return to my last attack, held hands, made their way to
the near end of the pool, stepped into the cool water together, and then
sat down on the second step. The height of the water was perfect, their
still undeveloped breasts barely above the waterline. When they turned
their heads and looked back at me I knew they'd stay right there.
A minute later I came barreling back through the patio door and
launched myself over their heads into the water creating a huge splash
that sprayed them from the tops of their heads to their still dry
titties. Rather than move away from their assigned spot they remained
holding hands as I swam underwater to the far side of the pool. They
never saw me rise to the water's surface when I did an underwater flip
and then returned like a shark toward them. They had no idea I was
close to them until I reached forward still submerged and began to
tickle between their legs.
Hannah clamped her legs around my hand but Bristol kept her legs apart
as I wiggled my digits against her rubbery soft and covered puddin. I
could have tickled both of them a lot longer and kept working on my
younger playmate's willingness to grant much more sexual liberties, but
it was my exhausted air supply that required me to lift my head above
water so I could burst up and take a breath. Moments later I was
supporting two very strong little girls in my embrace and pushed as far
into the water as the bottom would allow, their weight enough to get me
to move, but not enough to keep me down.
We splashed, jumped, swam, and just had lots of fun for the next two
hours. It was the inevitable gentle call that forced us to cease our
joyous midday revelry.
"Uncle Julian ... I gotta pee!"
"Okay, Bristol. Hannah, please come sit on one of the chaise lounges in
the shade until I get back, okay?"
"Okay, Uncle Julian."
After my first petite lover was lying over her towel and ready for a
short break I carried a slightly dried Bristol into the house. Her
round bum was placed onto the padded commode seat after I worked her
swimsuit down and off, and I watched as her face went from pained
anticipation to relaxed contentment. After she finished I wiped her
puddin dry and was just about to lift her off when she whispered to me.
"Can you give me just a tiny lick, Uncle Julian? Please?"
"Sure, Honey."
With absolutely no pretense whatsoever, I leaned forward and placed my
mouth onto her plump vulva for a few minutes of gentle and focused
lingual affection. I hadn't been tongue first into my activities for
more than a few moments when Bristol gripped my head with the inside of
both slender thighs, rested her calves around the back of my head, and
drummed my shoulder blades with her heels. Her fingers gripped the hair
over my skullcap firmly enough to help her keep her place, but not so
hard that it hurt. That's when I realized there was nothing perceived
as nasty or crude about the unusual bond that I'd developed with either
little girl. Their parents wouldn't agree, of course.
I afforded that permissive child about ten minutes of licks, nibbles,
and tender munches, her rhythmic undulations into my face confirmation
that she enjoyed our naughty game as much as I did. What had started
just a few days before as a tentative touch or two had become a very
casual and perfectly acceptable loving pastime of sexual pleasure and
relaxed lingual petting. Bristol completely accepted and even invited
her almost continuous genital pleasure, and I had no desire to refuse a
hideously perverse carnal activity that had no equal.
Once she'd been at the receiving end of my attention for those few
wonderful minutes Bristol sighed, gave me a nice tight hug with her
arms and legs around my head, and then began to giggle as I nibbled
wildly on her naked pussy.
"I'm gonna eay you up, Honey! I'm gonna munch on you 'till you're all
inside my tummy!"
With animal growls and lots of spirited labial action poor Bristol was
almost dancing on my shoulders. The fact that I held her just high
enough off the commode seat gave her the impression that she might fall
a hundred feet to the ground, so all she could do was hang on and
tolerate the continuous abuse. Her laughter filled me with a kind of
satisfaction that had always eluded me, a moment of lewd adult play
something that nobody could ever know about. My attack was reduced
until finally she was permitted to sit down onto the padded ring while
her chest heaved with each excited breath.
"I like the way you play with me, Uncle Julian! You're fun!"
"I'm glad, Sugar. Now ... let's get you dressed so I can take you
back to the patio."
"Awwwwww ... do I gotta put my swimsuit on, Uncle Julian? I want you
to give me some more tickles."
"Just for a little while, Angel. If we get a chance some time, then
I'll let you run around my house with nothing on so I can give you
as much tickles and licks as you want."
"Promise?"
"I promise, Honey. The first chance we have I'll let you take all your
clothes off and then we can play whatever game you want."
Bristol snuggled into me with a loving embrace and then softly whimpered
her approval.
"Kay! Thanks, Uncle Julian. You're the bestest uncle I ever had. I
like the way you give me lots of licks and make my peepee feel all
tingly all the time."
After her swimsuit was tugged back into place and I gave her a little
kiss we went back to the patio to find Hannah sleeping on top of her
towel. Thankfully she was still in the shade, but if I'd taken much
longer she'd have been sunburned badly. I lie Bristol down further
under the canopy on top of her towel and gently lifted my first little
lover into my arms for her brief trip to the potty.
"Be back in a little bit, Bristol. I'm gonna take Hannah to the potty
and then we'll get some lunch. Please don't get into the pool, 'cause
I won't be here to watch you, okay?"
"Kay!"
"Just promise me that you won't try to get into the pool while I'm gone,
Honey. I know you might want to go swimming, but I don't want anything
to happen to you if you slip or something, okay? Will you do as I say?"
"Yes, Sir. I won't get in until you come back."
"Good girl. Just for that, I'll give you some extra tickles when I get
back. Would you like that ... some extra tickles?"
"Uh huh!"
"Okay. Then, when you've been a good girl from now on, I'll give you
lots of extra tickles as your reward. After I go inside just take a
tiny nap for a minute and I'll be right back."
"Uncle Julian?"
"Yes?"
"Can you use your tongue and lips too when you give me some tickles?"
"I think I can manage that. Now, give me another kiss and I'll be back
in a little bit."
SMACK!
A few moments later I was again in the bathroom with another lovely
preschooler, that time a very sleepy and completely compliant British
citizen who'd already shared much more than her folks would have
approved of, had they known.
Hannah's swimsuit was worked over her shoulders, down her arms and
nearly flat chest, over her straight hips, around her lovely plump bum,
and then all the way off her chubby thighs and legs. Holding her in my
grasp and looking at her completely nude in front of me was a joyous
celebration in lurid pride, no part of my past preparing me for that
sort of moment.
As I sat her bum onto the same seat that Bristol had just vacated I
leaned my face into her chest and gently suckled on each of her erect
nipples. Both of them were nothing more than small pink points prior to
my loving attack, but were firm and stiff once I began to lick, nibble,
and suck on them. It didn't take long after she was seated for the
quite natural sound of urine splashing under her bum to echo through the
hall bathroom and for me to shift my face slightly higher so I could
kiss the lips that had sent me down a road of immoral sex with such a
lovely little child.
After she emptied her bladder and I wiped I positioned her as I had a
number of times before and proceeded to lick her plump vulva repeatedly.
Hannah never once seemed the least disturbed or offended by the constant
stimulation, her hands on top of my head or gripping my ears a welcome
sign that she was aware of my wicked deeds. It was only after she began
to gyrate and convulse into my face that I knew I'd done a bit more than
just afford her some casual licks.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Uncle Julian! You-you-you're making me feel so
tingly ah-ah-ah-again! Nuuhh!"
As the peak of her orgasm washed through her body I just couldn't hold
back any longer and decided to sample from the sweetness that I'd
stirred from her body, stuffing my tongue as far inside her vagina as I
could reach so I could obtain my reward from the source. Her sexual
nectar coated my tongue, lips, mouth, and chin as I kept her peaking, my
lovely pet arching her back and shoving her pussy as hard into my face
as she could so our bond could be enhanced.
We were the perfectly matched atypical sexual couple, my lovely nude
preschool partner anxious to maintain an almost unquenching thirst with
continuous stimulation and me the hungry but gentle adult man who needed
to share in something that I'd never known could be so incredibly
addictive. It took a while, but I eventually afforded Hannah some
relief and let her come back down to a more normal mental state. After
she was dressed and adequately fondled she lay nearly helpless across
my shoulder with both of her small arms wrapped as far around my neck as
she could reach. She was happy and I was satisfied ... for a while.
With a sleepy Bristol coaxed into my right arm and over my right
shoulder I carried them into the house to prepare a light lunch. Peanut
butter and jelly sandwiches, a cup of tomato soup each with a side of
cheese puffs, and some fruit juice might not have been on the top of the
list as the healthiest lunch faire, but my goal was to keep them happy,
fed, and taken care of rather than constrained to a set of rules that
their parents held as important.
By the look of their faces and the light aroma of chlorine in their hair
after their food was gone it was time to get them bathed. But their
next trip to the tub for both of them would be awake and participating
as I dragged some soap across their nude bodies, which might add a new
pleasure that I hadn't anticipated.
"Girls, it's time we got your hair shampooed and those PB&J smiles all
cleaned up. You get to choose what color of bathtub markers you get to
play with and can draw on each other, or the walls, or even my hands if
you want to."
"REALLY? You've got markers that we can use in the bathtub?"
"Uh huh! Who wants to go play in the tub?"
"ME!"
"ME!"
The dishes were placed into the sink for later, and I watched as two
energetic little girls streaked down the hall toward my master bathroom.
Moments after I turned the corner I got to strip them both naked once
more and I took as long as I could so I could lovingly slip a few
naughty fingers into places that weren't normally allowed to see the
light of day. Neither of them complained one iota.
The water was turned on, temperature adjusted, the tub drain closed, and
then a very generous dollop of bubble bath poured in. The mountain of
foam slowly burgeoning forth made it look as if a bright white puffy
demon was beginning to take shape, prepared to swallow up two naked
little girls and their host's hands and lower arms.
"Alright, ladies. In you get."
Instead of showing favor by lifting one girl in first I held both of
them tight to my sides, tucked my hands under their bums, urged them to
lift their feet high enough, and then directed them both into the tub.
Moments after they settled onto the floor of the receptacle I turned the
water off, ambled off to put their slightly damp suits on top of the
washing machine, and then located the tub markers that I'd purchased the
other day when we last visited the shopping center where Andrea worked.
Five minutes after I'd relinquished my control of the proffered pens
the walls and upper portion of the tub were ablaze with color. It was
only when some water splashed onto the artwork that they both realized
they could wash off their designs and start all over again. Not
surprisingly, they tired fairly quickly of just marking their clean
environment, so it was time to do a little 'painting' of my own.
"Both of you turn this way so I can see you. It's my turn now."
"Wha-cha gonna do, Uncle Julian?"
"You'll see. Stand up, please."
Holding onto each other and still dripping of foam, I rinsed them off
first, used a bright red marker to make a pair of circles around
Hannah's nipples, and then dabbed a single small spot right onto both of
her erect points. She giggled but didn't stop me from trying out my new
canvas. Bristol couldn't stand the strain and immediately wanted the
same.
"Now me! Now me!"
"Okay! Here you go!"
Bristol's slightly fuller but small baby breasts were also marked with
two quarter-sized circles and then instead of just a single spot on each
erect point I carefully drew a small radiating array of short lines
that started at each nipple and extended outward. It looked like she
was adorned with Aztec or Incan art, her nipples displayed as images of
the sun with bright rays of light beaming outward.
"I want blue next!"
"Okay, Hannah ... but I get to pick where to paint, okay?"
"Kay!"
Holding the royal blue marker, I repeated the radiant pattern on
Hannah's belly button and then added a circular array of dots around
each of her nipples in an ever increasing spiral pattern.
"Kew-wuhl!"
"Me next!"
"What color, Bristol?"
"GREEN!"
I knew exactly where to paint a small fig leaf.
"Lean back just a little bit, open your legs, and let me see."
Her giggle and bright red blush told me that she might have been a
little embarrassed, but liked the idea of being my canvas.
It might have been risky to openly masturbate her with the wide tip of
the marker, so I chose to maintain my role as 'artiste' and drew a
pretty good representation of a large leaf around her plump vulva. I
even added a few leaf-ribs that extended from her vulvar slit in small
wavy lines to make it look authentic. I hadn't finished when I heard a
very anxious five year old whimper her desire for something similar.
"I want that too, Uncle Julian! Please?"
"Sure, Hannah. You're tender bits will get all painted up next."
Having practiced on Bristol I was able to refine the design somewhat on
Hannah's plump pussy including the same wavy lines that made her look
as if her body had grown its own form of vegetative protection.
Their bums were done next, with a few unseen wiggles by an errant finger
into some very willing and soft vaginas as I held them in place. After
that all bets were off and I let the girls paint each other, not a
single spot on their entire bodies, including their knees and elbows,
were left uncovered. They looked hideously precious as they stood in
the bright white foam and giggled furiously as the last unmarked areas
were covered by two very happy little girls.
"Okay! Time to start the washing process. But, I need to ask for some
help, 'cause you two have made a real mess of each other. Would you
like to help me wash each other?"
"Yeah!"
"Kew-wuhl!"
Moments later they settled into their assigned task with tiny soapy
hands caressing small and nude bodies. I watched as both of them
explored each other and increased their knowledge of their friend's body
without them being aware of it. What had been considered a chore with
their parents had been turned into a game that they both seemed to take
great pleasure in.
As each of their movements drew their fingers closer to their naked
vulvas I knew to give them plenty of room, so I leaned back slightly
and just watched to see how they would touch and then react to being
touched. At first their antics were comical and meant to instill lots
of tickles, but that quickly changed when they found the other little
girl's slit and clitoris. The sensation that only I'd provided was
being expressed by a closely aged and similarly gendered friend, their
wiggles slowed until I could tell they were feeling that same tingle
deep inside that made them quiver and tremble before.
Hannah was a bit more rambunctious than Bristol, her fingers flicking
the smaller girl's clitoris around in quick and animated play. That
caused the younger girl to start giggling, squealing, and dancing about
with Hannah's fingers locked between Bristol's slender thighs. But her
movements weren't the only evidence of fun, because Bristol then said a
single word that seemed to urge Hannah on more.
"Tickles!"
Rather than remove her short digits and give her younger friend a break
Hannah liked how it affected Bristol and tickled even more. Bristol was
writhing, squealing, and dancing around in the tub, and once she had too
much she grabbed Hannah's hands, tried to make her stop, and pleaded for
my help.
"Uncle Julian! Help!"
In spite of how much fun it looked for Hannah to tickle Bristol I
decided to give the younger one some assistance. I grabbed Hannah's
hands and held them in the air over her head, my first little lover
giggling in anticipation of her own torture.
"I think it's only fair if you get tickled by Bristol now, Hannah. You
wanna try to tickle your friend some, Bristol?"
"Kay!"
Bristol instantly repeated what Hannah did, the five year old squealing
as the four year old tickled her tummy, nipples, underarms, and even
Hannah's bum. My first petite playmate tried to make it look like she
hated the abuse, but I could tell otherwise. Hannah giggled and
squealed, but not nearly as loud or enthusiastically as her younger
playmate. That might change if Bristol decided to try something more
risqué, but I'd only act as observer for the moment, not instigator.
It was when Bristol unintentionally focused on Hannah's clit that the
older girl stopped giggling and changed her tone considerably. Her hips
shot forward instead of reeling backward, her thighs opened slightly to
grant easier access, and I saw a distinctive undulation that heralded a
new kind of fun that I had already shown could be repeated, and often.
I knew my influence was enough by then, so I let Hannah's arms go and
watched her reach forward to hug her newest playmate. After they held
each other for a few moments they backed off and looked at each other
blushing. I knew what they would be trying the first time they were
alone and they'd get that chance soon enough.
"Okay, girls. Let's get you two all finished and then we'll all take a
short rest."
Something about the very idea of a nap encouraged both of them to
instantly yawn, the perfect reaction for their next venue. After their
bath was finished, I dried them both off without any significant changes
to their moods or invasions by naughty male fingers. I then had them go
potty one at a time, I wiped tender and pliable vulvas, slipped their
recently located panties back into place, and then I carried them in my
arms to my bed. Even though I hadn't done anything to both of them at
the same time except for some wayward tickles I couldn't help but slip
my hands between and cup the inside of their thighs for a gentle fondle
while I leaned forward and kissed them after they were in place.
"You girls take a short nap and then we'll have some more fun a little
bit later. I'll be back in a little while, okay?"
"Kay! Thanks, [yawn] Uncle Julian!"
I wasn't even through the door and around the corner before they
snuggled together and then closed their eyes. Rather than walk too far,
I stayed near the doorway and waited, anticipating something that might
never occur but was anxiously hungered for. After two minutes of
silence, I thought my impression was incorrect until I heard some
whispering from under the covers.
"Hey Bristol?
"Yeah?"
"What did it feel like when I was giving you a tickle? Did you like
it?"
"Uh huh! I liked it a lot! What about you?"
"Oh, yeah! I liked it a lot too!"
I remained just outside the door for another half minute, waiting for
the bolder of the two to suggest something rather fun. Surprisingly, it
was Bristol who spoke up next.
"Hannah?"
"Yeah?"
"You wanna play that tickle game again ... this time just to feel
good?"
"You're not scared none if I touch you too?"
"Nuh uhh!"
"Let's pull our panties down first, okay?"
"Kay!"
After a few moments of rustling, they settled down again.
"You want me to start, Bristol?"
"Kay. Then ... can I touch you like before?"
"Uh huh!"
Another few moments of silence passed before I finally heard the first
sounds of pleasure coming from a preschool lesbian relationship.
"Mmmmmm! That feels nice, Bristol. You rub me good!"
"Yuh-yuh-yeah ... you make my peepee feel nice too."
They remained quiet for the next few minutes just softly fondling and
masturbating each other without any need for commentary. That was my
cue to peek around the corner.
Both of them were lying shoulder-to-shoulder with their short arms
intertwined and lots of amateurish movement centered around their naked
genitals. What astonished me was the image of their faces, their mouths
open slightly, tongues darting around their lips to keep them moist,
their eyes closed, a look of intense pleasure coming from both of them,
and not a single hint that either of them was slightly upset about the
other girl's fingers and hand repeatedly touching and caressing a part
of their bodies that normally remained hidden. It was only the older of
the two who brought that wicked show to a close.
"Hey Bristol?"
"Uh huh?"
"You wanna do something to feel even better?"
"What's that?"
"You wanna play the mommy and daddy game?"
I almost had a heart attack!
"I don't know what that is, Hannah."
"Well ... you know the tingle bump that's ... right there?"
"Unnnn!!! ... Yuh-yuh-yeah?"
"If we turn just right we can rub them together and pretend that we're
a mommy and daddy and make each other feel good. You wanna try?"
"Kay!"
"Then ... let's get out of the covers so it'll be easier."
"Kay."
After a few moments of careful repositioning they lie face-to-face and
pussy-to-pussy and brought their clitoris' together gently shifting
forward until they both worked their naked puds into alignment. Once
they both began to understand where to push and how to rub their friend
they set out to share something that I could only have imagined in my
wildest sexual fantasy about two naughty college or older teen girls.
I wanted to watch the whole lurid experience from beginning to end, but
needed to wait until the right moment to make myself known. It was when
I heard Bristol softly whimpering and Hannah moaning that my grand
appearance was made. I didn't burst in nor did I say anything. All I
did was slowly peek around the corner, saw them hugging and rubbing
their naked puddies together furiously, and slowly approached the side
of the bed. Their eyes were closed and neither of them had anything
else on their minds except for sexual pleasure. I loved it.
It was only then that I realized just how dominant Hannah would be in
her older years, because she pushed Bristol onto her back and then began
to take a more commanding role. Hannah tugged Bristol's legs out from
under her, splay them apart, pushed her knees out and then up, and
forced the younger girl's legs up against her tummy. That brought the
peak of their Mons Veneris much closer together but more importantly, it
gave Hannah the opportunity to focus her efforts more completely on
Bristol's clitoris with her own.
I watched in lurid horror as Hannah began to pud-fuck her younger friend
rather earnestly, rolling their pussies together with increasing force
and speed until it truly looked like they were having sex. Neither of
them opened their eyes nor were distracted by anything around them, so
my presence wasn't going to impede any of their play, and I planned to
remain at the periphery until the moment was right.
After half a minute of genitive rubs and masturbation I watched as
Hannah lie over her friend and began to kiss her. Bristol wrapped her
short arms around her slightly older friend and assumed Hannah was just
going to press their lips together. When I saw Hannah open her mouth
slightly and then Bristol twitch I knew the older girl's tongue had just
been slipped between Bristol's lips and teeth. The whole time Hannah
kept rubbing and rolling her hips around over her smaller friend.
A few moments later Hannah pulled back just far enough to break their
kiss and then pressed her mouth to Bristol's right ear. I barely heard
what was said and almost stopped breathing.
"Bristol? Can I show you a really neat way to feel even better?"
"Kay!"
"Then, lay on top of me and turn the other way."
Before they could see me I stepped back into the hall and waited until
they repositioned themselves, Hannah on her back, Bristol lying on top,
and both of them belly-to-belly. But instead of being face-to-face
Hannah turned Bristol around and pulled the younger girl's legs over her
own face. Moments later with just my eyes and the top of my head
peeking around the corner I saw Hannah splay Bristol's thighs and then
extend her tongue. As soon as Bristol realized she was going to be
licked like I had so many times before she brought her knees as far up
along Hannah's sides as she could and lowered her own face to her older
friend's naked puddy.
It didn't take them more than ten seconds to become completely involved
since I'd afforded them lots of pleasant licks already. That was my cue
to make my way back into the bedroom and stand right next to the bed.
I watched for almost two minutes as they learned how to please each
other, lots of uncomfortable twitches, quite a few jerks from far too
anxious lips or tongues, but an overall appearance of utter bliss
covering both of them once they got the general idea. It was when I
heard Bristol whimpering into her older playmate's naked pussy that I
carefully sat on the edge of the bed.
They both immediately pulled their faces away from their bald playground
and looked into my face horrified that they'd been caught. Their level
of fear was evident when I saw their expressions change from hedonistic
rapture to frightened panic. Bristol even began to tear up, assuming I
was going to spank them both for doing such naughty things. That was
when I decided to come clean and prove to them that I didn't mind them
playing that lovely game as much as they wanted to as long as they were
alone in my house and I was around to protect them if needed.
"Hey, hey, hey! Don't cry, Bristol!"
"Buh-buh-but, Uncle Julian! Wuh-wuh-we were just playing, honest!"
"I know, Honey. It's okay. I don't mind, really."
"You're not mad, Uncle Julian?"
"As long as we're in my house all alone and nobody can see or ever finds
out, I won't say anything at all."
"But ... what about my mommy? She'll spank me really bad for touching
Hannah's privates like that."
"Are you gonna tell your mommy, Sweetie?"
"Uh ... no!"
"Do you want Hannah to tell your mommy?"
"NO!"
"Do you want me to tell your mommy?"
"Please don't tell my mommy, Uncle Julian. Please?"
"What if I told you that I'll never tell your mommy ... or your Mum
and Dah, Hannah, as long as you just play this special game when we're
all alone and I can be here to play a little bit too?"
"You're not gonna say nothing to nobody, Uncle Julian?"
"Nope!"
"And you wanna play with us too?"
"If you'll let me, yes!"
"You're not really mad, Uncle Julian?"
"Not at all, Honey. In fact, I think it looks very sweet to see you two
playing that special game. It makes me want to play that game with you
too, but I don't wanna scare you or Hannah."
"Then ... can we play our tickle game for a little bit more?"
"Sure! Go ahead and give Hannah lots of nice licks and then I'll bet
she'll give you lots of nice licks too."
They both hesitated for a few moments and seemed unsure if I was genuine
in my desire to keep silent about such a lurid lesbian activity between
two preschool little girls. In order to help them along I shifted my
position on the bed until I was between Hannah's thighs with my face
very close to Bristol's and then leaned forward for a few licks of my
own. Hannah whimpered because I knew exactly where to lick and nibble,
and as soon as she was feeling good Hannah plunged her tongue against
Bristol's vulva for similar contact.
Bristol and I attacked Hannah's vulva and clitoris for a while and both
smiled at each other when our eyes crossed paths. Once Bristol grew
confident enough to close her eyes and get busy on Hannah's clitoris I
ventured further down and lapped almost feverishly at Hannah's vagina
and then took a few swipes at her recently cleaned ass. Once Bristol
felt comfortable enough I let her press her face into her friend's bald
cunny and I just leaned back to watch.
Between my focused stimulation and the two different kinds of contact
Hannah slowly approached and then fell over that sweet precipice of lust
and had a nice little cum, right on Bristol's mouth. Instead of just
watching and eventually having to change the sheets because of Hannah's
liquid essence spilling down her ass, I gently shifted Bristol's face
out of the way and whispered.
"Hannah just had a nice tingle, Sweetie, and she's all wet underneath.
Let me lick her up a little bit so she can be dry and then you can lick
her some more, okay?"
"Kay!"
Bristol leaned back slightly and watched as I delved into that sweet
nectar and sucked up as much as was produced. I even overstayed my
welcome a little bit and gave Hannah another bigger cum, her hips
undulating into Bristol's chest as I sucked Hannah's clit into my mouth
and then attacked her highly sensitive nubbin with my tongue. The poor
thing was practically exhausted by the time she pushed Bristol's hips
away and moaned for relief.
"Nuuhhh! Uncle ... Uncle Julian!"
As a last measure of dominance and to show Bristol just what kind of
reaction she might get if she worked hard enough I sucked Hannah's clit
between my lips, wildly flicked at the tip of her nubbin with my tongue,
and watched as the five year old thrashed and convulsed under Bristol.
It filled me with intense pride and lust to see such a little girl so
hungry and able to feel that wonderful need pass through her hips, but
my influence proved to be Bristol's downfall because Hannah couldn't
stand any more and gently began to push her younger friend off.
"I - I - I need to rest, Uncle Julian!"
The look on Bristol's face said it all. To make absolutely certain I
understood how disappointed she might be her lips curled under and her
voice trembled as her lips quivered.
"But ... I want some more licks, Uncle Julian."
"Would you like for me to give you some so Hannah can rest, Angel?"
"You don't mind, Uncle Julian? You're not tired or nothin'?"
"No, Kitten. I'm not tired and I'd be delighted to give you some nice
tingles, just like I did for Hannah. Go ahead and lie down next to your
new best friend and I'll take care of you now."
Moving much more cautiously than I'd anticipated Bristol placed her
knees away from Hannah's arms and body and shifted to the side of the
bed closer to me. While she was rearranging herself I watched Hannah
pant while I softly caressed her bare thighs.
"You gonna be okay, Sugar? I didn't do too much, did I?"
"NUH, uh! I liked it a lot, Uncle Julian."
"Good. Now ... you take a rest and I'll give Bristol some licks for a
little while. When you want me to I'll give you some more in a little
while, and then I'll let you and Bristol have some more fun with each
other after that."
"I'm glad you like me and Bristol playing our special games, Uncle
Julian. I was kinda scared for a tiny bit when you saw us doing it."
"You don't need to be scared at all, Sugar. Any time you and Bristol
want to play the licking game just make sure I know you want to and
I'll make sure nobody bothers you. But, I might want to watch or maybe
even lick a little bit too, okay?"
"You can lick us as much as you want to, Uncle Julian! Even when we're
playing our own licking game, okay?"
"Okay, Sugar. Now ... close your eyes for a little while and take a
short nap while I take care of Bristol."
"[YAWN], okay."
Bristol was grinning like a rat in a cheese warehouse with no cats or
traps around anywhere.
She nestled snugly against Hannah's right side, smiled at me, splayed
her slender thighs, lifted her knees into the air, and reached forward
toward my face as if I needed any clue that she wanted to be licked.
Once I lay down on my chest and pressed my mouth to her naked and
slightly wet vulva Bristol wrapped her lithe legs around my head, put
her right thumb between her lips, and reclined for at least a half hour
of lingual entertainment. She got twice that much before she began to
feel that strange tingle that had influenced her older friend before.
I could have maintained a very sedate and casual pace as I licked,
nibbled, and sucked on the four year old's plump labia majora, but there
was a strong need in me to afford my younger playmate the same sort of
pleasure that her slightly older friend enjoyed. The first hour was for
me, but the next few minutes were going to be strictly for Bristol.
As I drove her closer toward that unpredictable array of convulsions and
waves of electricity with my lips and tongue on her clitoris and vagina
my left hand caressed and fondled her small breasts while my right began
to do the same with Hannah's nude pussy. Where my tongue might have a
rough time tickling inside Bristol's snug and developing girlhood, my
middle finger slipped back and forth rather snugly inside Hannah's.
What was supposed to be a chance for Hannah to get some sleep turned out
to be another slowly building orgasm as I stroked her clit and played
with her G-spot deep inside.
The stereo chorus of preschool whimpers and mewls should have warned me
that I was pushing them too far, but my ears were muffled by Bristol's
silken thighs as they gripped and squeezed my head repeatedly. It was
only the very animated lurches into my face that broke the haze of lust
and hunger within me, Bristol celebrating in her first real cum with me
as Hannah did her best to keep from ripping my finger and thumb away
from her place of glory.
The room was echoing with the sounds of erotic preschool passion and
high pitched whimpers as I finished them both off, my tongue working
double duty as I licked and sucked up Bristol's nectar and then
repositioned myself to do the same with my first little lover. I
shifted back and forth four times before they were both relatively still
and had temporarily exhausted the production of any of the heady elixir
that I craved.
After they fell asleep I sat on the bed between them and lightly
caressed their nude bodies, sampled the silken softness of their thighs,
the rubbery give of their nether lips, the snug grip of their tight
vaginas, and the baby-soft feel of their erect nipples. There was
nothing to compare that moment to, and I could have died a satisfied man
if I took my last breath with both hands filled that way.
I watched them sleep for quite a while, because I completely lost track
of time as I lovingly molested them. My hands on their nude bodies and
my fingers delving between their naked thighs was a tender celebration
in lewd immorality, an older man fondling and gently abusing two little
preschoolers for untold minutes.
It took me a while to remove my hands, but after they awoke from their
sexually influenced nap I carried them to the pool and let them romp in
the crystal clear water with only the sun covering them. Neither of the
girls seemed bothered by their lack of outer wear, and to be honest they
looked much happier swimming in the nude.
My cell phone ringing interrupted our play in the pool, neither of my
tiny visitors the least troubled as we splashed and romped about. Since
Andrea couldn't just drop in unexpectedly I knew I could keep my little
lovers naked and giggling until we were informed that clothes would need
to be installed. The tiny electronic marvel changed that mood
considerably.
RING!!!
"Hello?"
"Hello, Mate! How's our little bird doing?"
Vince!
"Well, good afternoon to you, Vince. Hannah's doing fine. She's
playing with a new little friend that I picked up at the park. Would
you like to chat her up?"
I'd finally pushed my attempts to sound familiar too far, and Vince was
direct but gentle in his condemnation of my feeble gestures.
"Julian ... Mate, please don't try to use our slang. You're not good at
it, Lad."
I felt like an old dog who'd just been swatted on the nose with a rolled
up newspaper.
"Sorry, Vince. Would you like for me to call Hannah to the phone?"
"That's better. No, that isn't necessary. We just wanted to check in
and see how things are going. Did you say that Hannah's got a new
friend to play with now?"
"Yes I did. I met a troubled young mother the other day and volunteered
to take care of her little girl while the single mom is out working. I
knew Hannah and Bristol, her new friend, would get along famously, so my
role as child care provider actually doubled and also halved instantly."
"That's good planning, Mate. So ... everything's going swell?"
"Sure is. How about you two? Having a good time in my country?"
"Pretty much, but my bird's been kinda edgy lately, and I think she'd
rather spend her days in and around your pool rather than touring the
countryside."
There was something Vince wasn't telling me, and I knew my erotic
adventures with his daughter and her little friend would need to be
curtailed fairly soon. If I didn't offer he might suspect something.
"Well, Vince. I've told both you and Aileen before, you're free to come
and go as you please. If you'd like to come home and just relax for the
rest of your stay, then you're perfectly welcome to do so."
"Mate ... let me ask you something rather direct, right?"
"Sure, Vince. Go ahead."
"If I left my Buzzy with you for a couple of days while I trundled off
to a couple of spots I've been wanting to see, would that seem overly
rude or far too European to a Yank like yourself?"
"Of course not, Vince. Aileen is perfectly welcome to relax by herself
while you're off checking out the tourist traps in Kentucky, Ohio,
Indiana, and Tennessee."
"You're a real mate, Lad! Be alright if we popped in tomorrow, then?"
"Come on home anytime, Vince. You've got the garage door opener and
house key, so just let yourselves in any time of the day or night. But,
if you don't see anyone in the house, don't worry. I might be taking
the girls with me to pick up Bristol's mother or take her to work."
"She in a pretty bad spot, Lad?"
"Yeah ... Andrea's had it kind of rough and I've pretty much adopted
her as my oldest daughter. I even fixed her a lunch this morning and
made her a nice American breakfast."
"So, it's not just Brits you spoil now and again, aye?"
"Nope. I like to spoil anyone I take a liking to."
"You're a right nice Yank, Julian. I think I'm gonna have to extend a
welcome to you in our home very soon. But for now, how about if I cut
this one short and saw you on the morrow?"
"Sure thing, Vince. Remember, you can show up at any time."
"Right! Cheery-O!"
"Bye!"
Click.
"Was that my Dah, Uncle Julian?"
"Uh huh! He and your Mum will be coming home tomorrow."
The look on Hannah's face told me more than I could have imagined. She
actually started to pout and tear up, the poor thing. It was obvious
she liked being treated like my little play thing, a cute Brit princess,
and she must have really enjoyed galavanting around my house in the
buff. Having to wear clothes and keeping her fingers and tongue from
between Bristol's thighs must have been a lot more to bear for her small
nasty mind than I'd realized. Although I didn't force either of them
into a preschool lesbian relationship I certainly didn't prevent it
either.
"Why don't you two let me dry you up so you can go play some of your
special games together while I get dinner started? I promise I won't
bother or interrupt your fun until it's close to the time we ate."
Bristol and Hannah exchanged glances for a few seconds while holding
hands in the water, nodded, grinned, blushed, and then turned to me.
"Okay!"
"Kay!"
I dried them both and immediately chased them inside the house, their
squeals and giggles resounding through the formerly empty hall like a
welcome retreat from reality. They both jumped as high as they could
the moment they were close enough to the bed, my fingers wiggling wildly
between their thighs and under their ass just the sort of impetus they
needed to extract that last bit of energy needed to send them up.
Rather than envelop each other in their naked glory, both of them thrust
their arms in my direction and called to me in unison.
"Uncle Julian!"
"Uncle Julian!"
My antics shifted from the floor to the top of the bed, both of them
wiggling and giggling as I tickled and munched on anything that looked
soft and inviting which pretty much meant anything I could see. After
a number of loving licks and a few more digital explorations I brought
them together into a kiss and leaned back to watch them get started. As
soon as they wrapped their arms around each other and then exchanged a
very lurid French kiss for two preschoolers I climbed off the bed so I
didn't invite myself into their fun.
By the time dinner was prepared I was ready to taste something other
than the flavor of stirfry vegetables and chicken. I suspected that
Andrea might not call in time to sit down with us, but I still set the
table for four. After that I walked down the hall with a grin on my
face not quite sure what to expect when I turned the corner into my
master bedroom suite.
Rather than be intertwined like two horny octopuses Hannah and Bristol
were lying about three feet apart and both asleep. Bristol was the
first to be lifted into my arms for a brief trip to the potty, her
bright pink pud left untouched before, during, and after she emptied her
bladder. Hannah was also helped to the bathroom with the same level of
freedom afforded her plump vulva, just as pink and highly abused as her
friend.
As I was lying Hannah into bed Bristol yawned, rubbed her eyes with two
balled-up fists, and then reached out to me.
"Uncle Julian?"
I released Hannah and walked around the bed toward her little friend.
"Yes, Sugar?"
"Hold me!"
She was lifted into my grasp and cuddled like an infant, my right hand
cupping her naked bum and my left wrapped around her bare back. She
remained silent in my clutches for a few moments, but it seemed whatever
was in her mind needed to come out or she might explode.
"Uncle Julian?"
"Mmm hmmm?"
"How come your tongue feels better than Hannah's?"
I immediately grinned.
"Most likely because I've had a lot more experience licking pretty
little private spots than Hannah has."
"The next time I need some licks, can you do it for me, please?"
"Sure, Kitten. But for right now, how about if I got you and Hannah
ready for some dinner? Do you like Chinese food?"
"Uh huh! Mommy brings some home sometimes, when they got too much."
"Well, I hope I do as good as they do where your mommy works, Kitten.
You wanna help me wake Hannah up?"
"Uncle Julian?"
"Yes?"
"Can you take me to the potty?"
"I just did a minute ago, Sugar."
She pressed her mouth to my ear opposite Hannah and tried to whisper.
"NO! Just for a little lick."
"I can do that right here, Sugar. I did it in front of Hannah once
before, remember?"
"She won't get mad?"
"I don't think so. If I give her a lick too, then she shouldn't be."
"Kay!"
Bristol lay back down, splayed her legs, kicked her feet into the air,
and then waited for me to just dive right in. I truly loved the taste
of fresh sashimi before my Asian dinner was consumed, and Bristol seemed
much more relaxed and satisfied after I'd delved into her plump labia
majora, sucked on her clitoris, and tongued her snug vagina until I
suspected Hannah might be watching.
It was the sensation of a small hand against my right shoulder that told
me my suspicion was correct.
Hannah got the same relaxed attention that I'd shown Bristol, her plump
nether lips munched and sucked on until I heard someone's tummy rumble.
That was my cue to raise up slowly and then burst forward with two sets
of wiggling fingers into bare tummies and tender titties. The sound of
their squeals and giggles might have changed the tempo and activity
level quite a bit, but their happiness had become the very fuel that
drove me forward each day, and hearing them react to my animated tickles
and nibbles enhanced the fabric of our relationship that much more.
Neither of them wanted me to stop, nor did they try to get away from my
attack, my hands held still a few times, but never pushed away. After I
pulled the girls into me for a three-way hug, I kissed them both and
then directed them to the edges of the bed so we could go eat.
"Okay, you two. Time for some food or I'm gonna eat you two up."
They immediately jumped to the floor, bounded out of my bedroom, and ran
down the hall squealing. If it hadn't been for their pseudo-uncle
chasing after them growling and wiggling his fingers wildly they might
have done so in a more relaxed and sedate manner.
I let the girls eat undisturbed in the breakfast area and then watch TV
in the nude on the couch with me, my fingers lightly caressing their
nipples, tickle between their thighs until I was granted access, and
then strummed gently across their nude vulvas until I felt a small right
hand slip over my left leg. It was clear Hannah wanted something of
mine that Bristol had never seen or touched, and since our time was
coming to a close and we might never have any other chance like the one
being hinted at I decided to grant her wordless permission.
I scoot forward on the couch and let my preschool partner do as she
would, her short digits fumbling with my belt, snap, and then zipper
until she wiggled her hand inside. Bristol took a few quick glances
toward her friend's antics but didn't seem to care much until she saw
Hannah's hand disappear inside my shorts. After that, the TV was no
longer of any interest at all to either of them.
Bristol seemed just as eager to learn as Hannah did earlier, her left
hand over my right thigh shifted higher until she tugged at the open
flap of my jeans. I knew she wanted to see what her friend had a firm
grip of and lifted my butt slightly so she could pull my jeans down if
she wanted to. All she did was pull toward her, my hint not understood.
"If you want to see, Bristol, then you'll have to pull my jeans down."
"You won't be mad, Uncle Julian?"
"As long as we don't talk about our special games, then I'll let you do
whatever you want to. Pretty soon, Hannah's Mum and Dah will be here,
and your mommy will want to come get you to take you home, so we don't
have much more time to be alone together."
"But ... you won't be mad, Uncle Julian?"
"No, Sugar. I won't be mad. Go ahead."
"Can I help Bristol, Uncle Julian?"
"Sure, Hannah. If you help, it will go faster."
It looked like the Keystone Cops trying to work my jeans and shorts out
from under my ass and down my legs. I actually chuckled at their near
wild attempts to strip me naked, but once my clothes were worked far
enough down, I watched for Bristol's reaction to the large pink object
that jut up from between my legs and twitched rhythmically to each of my
heartbeats while pointing toward the ceiling.
Her eyes could have burned my cock right off my body as she looked hard
at it. But after Hannah began to caress and then wank me Bristol
couldn't wait any longer and began to emulate her older friend. It felt
hideously erotic for two small and previously innocent hands to explore
and fondle me so eagerly, their antics a mixture of intense curiosity
and pure lust. It was what Hannah said next that nearly made me pass
out on the couch.
"Hey Bristol! Watch me make Uncle Julian feel good."
Hannah leaned hard to her right, draped her long blonde hair over my
bare hips, and wrapped her small mouth around my cockhead. I almost
unloaded into her mouth the second she did it. My little cocksucker
slurped and sucked while she bobbed up and down for a minute, and once
she was sure Bristol had seen enough, Hannah leaned back.
"If you do that to Uncle Julian, it will make him feel all super tingly
like he makes us feel. Wanna try?"
Time seemed to stand still as I turned my gaze toward the younger child,
each tick of the clock taking weeks to pass. It was while I was locked
in that time altered reality that I saw a smile form on Bristol's face
and heard her utter a single word that almost made me gasp.
"Kay!"
Bristol turned and rose to her knees as if she were preparing to feast
on a huge birthday cake with a smile much wider than I might have
dreamed possible. There was absolutely no fear in her eyes as she took
my throbbing cock in her small hands and began to gently stroke me up
and down. When I saw her lick her lips I wanted to close my eyes and
fantasize about the first sensation of her preschool lips around my
glans, but I wasn't about to miss the first time she gave me oral sex.
With no hesitation nor trepidation Bristol leaned forward and kissed the
end of my cock. As she withdrew a long single strand of saliva and
precum followed her lips only snapping after the source ran dry. That
appeared to be a quick test and apparently I'd passed, because she
leaned forward again and wrapped her small mouth around a slightly
greater portion of my cockhead.
The sensation of her small silken bee-stung lips against my penis was
magical, her innocent and tender kisses a new kind of special game that
neither she nor I knew could feel so wonderful. To my second young
lover the act of touching her mouth to my dick was probably something
beyond anything that she might have ever imagined. To me the image of
her small lips coming into contact with my penis was a celebration in
hedonistic lust that meant more than all the gold in the world. It was
only the feel of her tongue tickling around the periphery of the crown
that told me I was still unaware of how much more I'd enjoy that
afternoon.
For almost two minutes Bristol kept kissing, licking, and softly
mouthing my cock, the grip of her lips never extending beyond the rim of
my bulbous glans. Hannah could tell I needed to feel something work
further down onto my shaft, so she took matters into her own hands and
then her hot wet mouth.
"Hey, Bristol? Let me show you how Uncle Julian likes it even more."
"[Pop], Kay!"
Once Bristol was out of the way, Hannah lowered her face to my hips and
just like a talented first grade magician made the end of my cock
totally disappear. The reaction that Bristol saw confirmed that Hannah
knew how to make me feel good. My head snapped back, my eyes tightly
closed, my lips sucked between my teeth, and a gutteral moan bellowed
from deep within my body.
"Nuuuuuuuhhhh!!!"
Hannah did an admirable job of instructing her younger friend and only
made me harder without encouraging me too close toward that prize that
she knew would come. After half a minute of oral attention my first
little lover pulled her lips off, smiled, and then invited Bristol to
repeat what she'd seen.
"There! Go up and down with just your lips and tongue and pretend
you got a big sucker in your mouth."
Rather than feel embarrassment or fear Bristol considered what she'd
seen, shifted slightly closer, and then lowered her mouth once again.
As soon as her lips crested my glans and she felt the change in texture,
she giggled but didn't quit. That was my cue to drape my fingers around
their naked backsides and gently fondle two of the sweetest little butts
that I could have ever fantasized about or wanted.
It was while Bristol was well on her way to becoming a preschool cum
slut that I slipped both middle digits between the girls' cheeks and
lightly stroked up and down those tight sweet gashes that defined my
newest playground. Bristol wasn't distracted from her task as I split
her nether lips and teased at her snug vagina, but Hannah knew she was
about to feel those wonderful tingles deep inside and splay her thighs a
little bit more.
In stereo pedophile fashion my digits tenderly crossed the boundary
between decency and immorality over and over again, both of my curious
fingertips eventually worked within the snug warmth of two little girls'
vaginas as I leaned back and watched Bristol work me over. The lewd and
erotic sounds of my fingers teasing out lots of little snaps, pops, and
squishes from both of my tiny lovers drew me down that wicked path that
I'd dreamed and fantasized about for a long time. Hannah was the one
who felt her tingles first, her hands anxiously shifting Bristol out of
the way so my first lover could take over for a minute.
To see Bristol smiling back at me with a dab of spit-foam at the edge of
her mouth and trembling because of where my finger was stirred me to
bring her close enough for a long kiss. Her unconscious and involuntary
undulations onto my finger told me that she liked being finger-fucked as
much as her body was trying to fight the increasing need. As we kissed,
I kept my hand behind and under her bum and my middle finger as deeply
embedded inside her developing girlhood as I could fit.
Hannah's orgasm arrived far sooner than either of us anticipated, but
that didn't prevent her from keeping a respectable pace on my cock. Her
lips and tongue danced on my penis and her small hands kept going up and
down in animated fashion, her desire for me to join in her fun growing
with each lunge from her chubby hips. What I hadn't anticipated was to
feel her small left hand cup and roll my balls around as her mouth went
as far down my shaft as she could reach. That seemed to stir my testes
into action, that electric tingle bursting up from deep within and
sending a wave of lust all the way through me.
What had been a calm and measured pace immediately changed into both of
us doing everything we could to please the other person, my finger and
thumb working Hannah's vagina and clitoris over almost brutally, and
Hannah bobbing up and down as she sucked and licked. Our timing was
nearly perfect, Hannah's body convulsing as the first wave of my sperm
painted the back of her throat. That lovely angel sucked and swallowed
over and over again, drinking my semen down as if her very life depended
on claiming every measure of my seed.
After I had exhausted my load and Hannah could think clearly enough to
move on her own she withdrew her mouth, leaned back slightly, and then
repositioned her knees over my thighs. It took a lot more than a little
hinting to get Bristol to move, but once the younger girl became aware
that Hannah needed something along the front of my body my first lover
nestled down onto my penis with the lust of a long-married woman.
By the look on her face Bristol had never imagined she'd see two people
fucking, and she wasn't about to distract or disturb either of us as
Hannah and I slowly writhed and shifted around on the couch in front of
her. My lovely little preschool partner held nothing back as she
settled into her task and showed off for her younger friend, Bristol
amazed at the expressions that Hannah kept making when I pushed up
inside her vagina just right. My tiny lover's Grafenberg spot was so
easy to stimulate anyway, but with someone watching us, especially our
slightly frightened and very curious little visitor, Hannah seemed to
achieve orbit much quicker than ever before.
To hear Hannah whimper and mewl like a twenty dollar crack whore just
before getting her fix made my rhythmic undulations into her bald pussy
seem that much more immoral. I fucked that precious little child for
the next fifteen minutes without missing a stroke, the sheer audacity of
having sex with a preschooler while another one was watching intently
tantamount to inviting lightning to strike me dead. It was only my
tender five year old lover who began to whimper pitifully and look into
my eyes with a strained expression of near exhaustion that I knew I
needed to slow down and give her a chance to relax and rest. My
suspicions were on the mark, because as soon as I reduced the movements
of her body up and down over my naked hips and slowed the speed with
which I was fucking that darling little girl to almost nothing, she let
out a deep sigh, leaned all the way forward, and enveloped me in a long
hug that included some extended-reach kisses.
It might have been a good idea to withdraw the rigid invader from inside
her incredibly tight but very flexible vagina, but Hannah seemed to
accept I'd want to gently make love to her for a little while longer.
In her naive permissiveness she let me shift her back and forth over my
lap to maintain a sweet friction that had no equal in my experiences.
Hannah was so tired, in fact, that she eventually fell asleep connected
to me.
Kicking my jeans and underwear off with my tender Brit angel on my hips
and my cock still within her nubile baby-body wasn't that easy, and
Bristol didn't seem to have the intelligence to help me. Once I was
able to free my feet from their fabric prison, I held Hannah to my chest
and rose. It was going to be impossible to carry them both like that,
so I set Bristol down and with some difficulty carried my tiny lover
with me still connected to my master bathroom. All it took was a
sideways shift of my head toward my four year old observer for her to
come running up behind me with a lewd grin on her face.
I'd only sat the wrong way on the commode a few times before in my life,
but with Hannah unable to help me and my throbbing dick aching to stay
within her snug grip, the only way I'd be willing to coax her to pee was
if she was close enough to me so I could kiss my unconscious lover and
then let her do something that was going to be a truly immoral deed.
Bristol wasn't nearly as intimidated by the unusual posture on the
potty, until after she saw me lift Hannah off my dick, nestle her down
onto my bare thighs, and then whisper something that must have seemed
truly disgusting.
"Go wee, Angel. Come on, go wee right now."
The sensation of her hot urine on my cock was the most wickedly sinful
thing I could have asked any child to do, my five year old playmate
completely oblivious to anything going on around her. Bristol, however,
watched wide eyed as I held the older child over my dick and both of us
heard the apparent sound of pee striking water. What her bright yellow
liquid cascaded over along the way was hidden from view, but I suspected
the four year old had a good idea what was going on, because the wicked
expression on my face exhibited a kind of dirty joy that I'd never asked
Hannah or Bristol to try before. To add to the lurid deed after Hannah
was finished I carefully shifted her over my lap until I was in the
right spot and slowly inserted my penis into her baby-vagina. She never
became aware of my having removed her plaything nor her bladder being
emptied, the younger witness very confused when I lifted the older girl
into my air when I rose, stripped my shirt off, and stepped into the
shower.
"You can join us if you want to, Bristol, but you don't have to."
"Kay!"
After a few minutes of vaginal intercourse with my foreign visitor I
lifted her off, gave her a brief soapy wash, turned her around, and then
split her ass with my cock. Hannah billowed up and hissed at the hot
invader as it traveled into her body unexpectedly, but as soon as I was
pushing my furry body into her little girl ass she groaned and pushed
back into my upward and forward movements. For the next couple of
minutes Bristol watched me butt-fuck her friend, made sure to take
notice of our movements and expressions, and paid attention to every one
of her older friend's excited whimpers and moans. Cumming into that
sweet little girl's tight bum almost made me pass out, but with a last
measure of composure I held my ground, cupped her pussy, lightly rolled
her clitoris around a little bit so she could share in my lewd pleasure,
and remained on my knees with the water beating down on us while our
bodies convulsed and stuttered for a few more minutes.
Both of my girls got a nice wash with Bristol helping me clean her older
friend because Hannah was just too tired to help. Giving Bristol a slow
bath with Hannah propped up in the corner slowly evolved from gentle and
tender soapy caresses to my fingers tickling her butt and hinting that
she might consider letting me do her ass just as I had Hannah's. But
time was against us and Andrea was sure to call for me to come pick her
up fairly soon. Her little girl being clean from a recent shower was
something the single mother would expect, but not a grumpy little girl
if I stretched her ass a bit much and didn't have enough time to treat
her afterward.
While I dried Hannah and carried her to my bed, Bristol kept looking at
me as if she was expecting something, her expression one of dismay after
I'd washed both of my girls, myself, and then rinsed everyone soap free.
My assumptions about her feeling left out were confirmed when I lifted
the four year old out of the shower and onto the fuzzy carpet.
"Uncle Julian?"
"Yes, Angel?"
"You didn't ... I thought you were gonna ... "
She kept looking at me as if I was supposed to know what she wanted, but
I just gently toweled her off and smiled. When the stress couldn't be
contained any longer Bristol leaned into me, threw her arms around my
neck, and then pulled her mouth tight to my left ear.
"Uncle Julian?"
"Uh huh?"
"Aren't you gonna do that thing with my bummy or my peepee too?"
I pushed her back so I could stare into her confused eyes, wiped her wet
hair away from her forehead, and then softly spoke directly into her
sexy lips.
"I think you're still kinda small, Angel. If I did that it might hurt
you a whole lot."
"Nuh UH! I'm a big girl, Uncle Julian, honest!"
"I know you are, Sugar, but we need to try stuff like that only when
I've tickled you with my fingers enough so I can tell I won't hurt you.
My naughty finger has already tickled you a tiny bit inside your peepee
and you're still really small down there, Honey. It would truly hurt a
whole bunch if I tried to play that special game if you weren't ready,
so maybe we should wait until you're a lot older, okay?"
"But ... what about my bummy, Uncle Julian? Can't you try me there?"
"Well ... how about if we try that when we have some more time a
little later? Your mommy is gonna be calling soon and I wanna make sure
we take our time and make you feel really good first, okay? I don't
wanna hurt you, Angel. I want it to feel really good so you'll like it
and want me to do it a whole bunch ... kinda like when I give you lots
of nice licks. You like that, don't you?"
"Oh, YEAH! I like it a lot!"
"And I didn't do that right away, did I?"
"No."
"I went kinda slow and made it feel really good a tiny bit with my
finger before I gave you lots of licks that first time with my tongue,
didn't I?"
"Uh huh."
"That's the same way I need to do it when we play our new game, okay?
Will you let me help you do it slowly so you'll like it?"
"Will it take a super long time, Uncle Julian?"
"No, Angel, I don't think so. The only thing we need to do is be ready
to have a nice long day for us to touch, and kiss, and lick, and play so
when we do our special new game you'll really like it."
Rather than feel intimidated or left out Bristol grinned and then
wrapped her small arms around my neck for a tight hug. Cupping the very
ass with my right hand that she wanted me to fuck with my cock seemed
like the ultimate in rewards for having suffered through so much pain in
my life. In spite of how utterly immoral my deeds had been and the kind
of trouble I could be in until I was dead in prison I still felt very
pleased and knew I'd achieved a level of contentment like none other.
Bristol seemed to accept that we'd be having full sex eventually and
didn't press the issue any further. After she was dry and her hair
brushed, I lifted her onto the bed, splay her thighs, saw a huge grin
erupt all over her face, and then tenderly gave her five minutes of oral
pleasure. She seemed to accept my temporary means of affording her some
wicked tingles and watched me do my work. I had no idea she might be
developing her plans to drag me down our first night of full sex so
quickly and with the determination of a jealous lover.
Both of my sleepy playmates had just been dressed in their panties and
were lying on my bed when my cell phone rang.
RING!!!
"Hello?"
"Julian?"
"Hi, Andrea! You ready for me to come get you?"
"Uh ... Julian?"
I could tell by the sound of her voice that something was very wrong.
"What is it, Andrea?"
"You're not going to believe this, but ... "
"Come on ... tell me!"
"My apartment building burned down today and I only found out a little
while ago when I called a neighbor from the restaurant to find out if I
had any mail."
Talk about the poor woman having a really long string of bad luck!
As strange as it might seem, though, I already had an answer to her
problems and a wonderful opportunity for me.
"What about your possessions? Is all your stuff ruined?"
"I don't know. The lady next door tried to save what she could because
she knew we didn't have much, and the only thing she was able to get was
a box that had all my paperwork and medical files. I think everything
else is burned or stolen."
Moments later she broke down and began to sob into the phone. In spite
of my having a set of guests about to arrive the following afternoon it
was a simple matter of inviting Andrea and Bristol to take possession of
two smaller rooms until Vince and Aileen went back to England. Andrea
would then have the larger guest suite to call home and Bristol would
have her own room next door. I'd worked out the details of her new
living arrangements in a matter of a few milliseconds, the task of
informing her delayed until she stopped crying long enough so I could
share the good news. I would wait until the girls were in bed so Andrea
and I could talk privately.
"My gosh, Honey, you're really having to struggle, aren't you? Why
don't you tell me when I can come pick you up so I can get the girls
dressed and in the car?"
She whimpered and sobbed into the phone for another half minute and
eventually cleared her head long enough so she could speak again. The
fact that I'd mentioned something about having to dress the girls didn't
even phase her.
"Why are you being so good to me and my baby, Julian? Nobody's *ever*
been this good to me, even with all that's happening to me."
"I thought we cleared that up already, Andrea. Look ... just accept
that I'm going to help you and don't worry about why. Now come on, tell
me what time I can come by to pick you up. You've had a long day and
I'm sure you're really tired."
"But, Julian! I don't have any clothes or anything other than what my
neighbor could save for me. How am I supposed to go on like this?"
"You're supposed to go on in spite of all this, Andrea. If you give up
now it will only satisfy or confirm the belief that nothing will go
right for you ever again. Rather than try to ask yourself why all this
is happening why not just accept that you've got a chance to start your
life again and I'm going to help you?"
"But, Julian!"
"NO, Andrea! No buts! Quit thinking about it for a minute and we'll
talk about it later, okay? Now, please tell me when I need to come pick
you up so I can get the girls out of bed and dressed."
She remained silent for a few moments and was about to argue with me one
last time when I announced my impending arrival, whether she was ready
for me to come get her or not.
"Look ... I'll be at the restaurant in about fifteen or twenty
minutes. We'll have plenty of time to talk about this in the car and
after we get home. I'll see you in a bit."
Her silence bothered me a little bit so I softly whispered into the
phone one last time.
"Andrea? Please just accept that I'm going to help you, Sweetie. I'm
not going to make any demands of you, nor will I expect any kind of
payment for what I'm offering. I'm doing this because I want to, and
you need to just be happy that I'm gonna be a nice guy in a sea of
jerks. Please tell me that you'll let me pretend to be a hero for a
little while, okay? Please?"
"You're so wonderful, Julian."
"No I'm not. I'm just doing what needs to be done. Can I come get you
now?"
"Okay."
"See you in a little bit."
"Bye, Julian."
"Bye, Andrea."
Click.
Moments after I ended the call I settled into dressing my girls in
anything that was publicly acceptable. Swimsuits might not have been
the best idea that late at night, but I had no desire to get them all
wrapped up in dresses, socks, and shoes. With a small blanket wrapped
around their sexy little bodies I tucked them into their matching child
safety seats and grinned at the absurdity of my actions. Two near naked
little girls were quietly and blissfully sleeping as I gently caressed
their fabric bound cunnies and titties, and I was about to help a single
mother try to make something of her life by letting her move into my
house and be my guests for some undetermined length of time.
Life can truly be a strange series of peculiar circumstances.
As soon as I drove up to the Chinese restaurant Andrea came running out
with a look of panic intermingled with joy. Moments after the car
stopped I got out and drew her into a nice tight hug. She might have
wanted to cry onto my shoulder for half an hour, but we had things we
needed to do. To my surprise she was the one who broke our hug.
"Hold on, Julian. My boss wanted me to take something with us."
"Okay. Is it okay if I wait out here?"
"Sure! I'll be back in a second."
About half a minute later she and one other employee came out of the
entrance door with four huge take out bags filled with what must have
been enough food for ten or twelve people. Everything was loaded into
the car on the floor behind the front seat with a wonderful smell that
made my earlier meal seem pathetic. Once Andrea got a hug from the
other female employee I encouraged my adult rider into the passenger
side in front with me and then we were off.
My first stop was to her apartment building, a couple of police cars and
fire trucks still hanging around. It took a few minutes to find the
right person, but once Andrea was able to collect her few meager things
we loaded what she wanted to keep into the trunk and then filed the
necessary paperwork with the temporary office personnel.
Andrea never noticed where I was going after she climbed back inside my
car, the smell of the food making me anxious to get back to the house,
but a short detour was required to satisfy my guests' personal needs.
When I pulled into the parking lot of a national chain discount store
that was open twenty four hours she finally became aware of my
intentions and surrendered to my resolute scheme without argument.
Rather than have the girls sit in an uncomfortable metal mesh basket, I
held them in my arms and had Andrea take control of the shopping cart.
She might have wanted to resist what I insisted she buy, but she seemed
to understand she had no choice. Everything she owned was pretty much
destroyed and they both needed a whole new collection of toiletries,
clothing, and a whole sundry of other items. We weren't going to get
everything that late in the day, but settled on enough to get them
through the rest of the week.
Hauling an entire basket of stuff toward the checkout lanes seemed to
truly bother Andrea, and yet she smiled and nestled into my side when I
reached out from under Hannah's barely-covered fanny, swiped my credit
card into the small machine, and then signed my name. In spite of how
she felt about my spending over four hundred dollars on just the first
load of their new things she knew not to challenge me or make a big deal
about our purchases.
By the time we got home she'd already cried herself out and was little
more than an empty shell of emotional vacuum. The poor thing was just
too distraught to say anything, so I kept my thoughts to myself until we
were in my house and the girls were being carried inside.
"Andrea, bring the food containers in first and put them in the oven.
I'm gonna take these two to the potty and get them ready for bed. I'll
be back in a couple of minutes."
The only thing she did was nod and look toward her hands.
I loved the look and feel of my two sleeping playmates when I pulled
their swimsuits off of their tender bodies and then held them upright on
the commode for them to pee. After they were both wiped, kissed, and
licked, I slipped their panties on them and tucked them into my bed.
Andrea was still bringing things inside the house when I returned, a
small collection of personal items carefully stacked neatly near the
hallway entrance as if everything was going to be moved to some other
location in the morning. That's when I knew to drop my bombshell.
"Andrea, after we get the car unloaded, help me take your stuff to your
bedroom. Until Vince and Aileen go back to England you'll need to use
either the hall or my master bathroom and one of the other bedrooms
just down the hall from mine."
"Julian! You cahh ... "
All it took was a stern look in her direction for her to stop talking
and realize she had nowhere else to go. By the time we got the rest of
the stuff out of the car I could hear her tummy rumbling and knew it was
time for a short meal break. We divided the food into a series of small
piles on two plates, carefully packed the rest into a whole collection
of sealable plastic containers, stuffed them into the fridge, and then
settled into a very quiet but tasty meal. To help her relax I insisted
Andrea join me and enjoy part of a chilled bottle of oriental wine to
wash it down with. By the time we finished our food and she'd had a
couple too many small glasses of that sweet and very appropriate wine
she was finally relaxed enough to smile and give me a gentle rather than
a skin-ripping hug.
Her stuff was taken to a bedroom two doors down from Vince and Aileen's
guest suite for storage, my current guest directed to sleep in a comfy
queen sized bed with her little girl so she'd feel more comfortable
until we got her situation sorted out in a couple of days. Andrea was
asleep by the time I brought Bristol to her bed after taking the little
girl to the potty one last time. I probably could have maintained
possession of the four year old, but I thought it would be nice to the
two of them to have a nice sleep together until I could take over later
on.
It felt so comfortable carrying Hannah back to my bed after I helped her
go wee, her nude and chubby body conforming to mine moments after the
lights were off, my master bedroom suite door closed, and the sheet and
blanket tugged over our bare bodies. She was so comfortable against my
left side that she seemed to melt into my ribs and tug my body a bit
tighter when she realized where she was. I could have positioned her
for lots of sex that night, but I felt a stronger need for her to have a
quiet and perfectly sexless night with her American boyfriend and
adopted Yank uncle.
When I woke up the next morning both Hannah and Bristol were in bed with
me, and I could smell coffee brewing. It was obvious either my four
year old playmate found her way to my bed by herself, or her mother
brought her to sleep for a little while longer before Andrea needed to
start her long and very tiring day. In either event with the young
mother up and about she most likely knew her little one was snuggled in
bed with me, and I had to grin at the irony of what that implied.
Just as before the first thing I did was tend to my younger playmates,
Bristol carefully turned over onto her back first, and then hoisted up
out of bed so I could tend to her small bladder. Pulling her panties
down and settling her bare bum onto the padded commode seat wasn't that
monumental a task, until she yawned, stretched, and then reached out
with two small hands toward my face; that's when things took on a bit
more intimate dimensions. Hugging her on the potty wasn't new nor was
it provocative, so that aspect of our time alone together in my master
bathroom wasn't what I expected might get me into trouble. What made
certain I was going to be caught was the preschooler's whisper into my
left ear.
"Uncle Julian?"
"Yes, Babydoll?"
"Are we gonna do our new special game yet?"
My cock grew into a full throbbing hardness in seconds, my four year old
sleepy potty partner already asking about having sex. We hadn't even
said good morning to each other yet and she was already interested in me
forcing my rigid adult cock inside one of the lower orifices on her
small and tender preschool body.
"Not yet, Angel. We're gonna have to wait until your mommy is gone and
we have a chance to be alone, okay?"
"But can't we do just a little bit, Uncle Julian? I wanna show you that
I'm a big girl like Hannah is, please?"
Insistent little thing!
In order to dissuade her from continually asking I needed to prove to
her that she wasn't ready, but we didn't have a lot of time. After all
her mother might have already been in my bedroom once before to place my
sleepy and sexually curious little playmate next to me, and for a guest
to venture into such a private domain without permission or invitation
took a pretty bold individual. Andrea just might do it a second time
and find me butt fucking her four year old or trying to break her hymen
when I attempted to steal her preschool virginity. I was truly troubled
because I wanted to do it, but knew we just didn't have enough time. My
problem was solved when Bristol asked me a second time and used every
trick in the book to convince me including a pitiful expression, huge
puppydog eyes, a high pitched voice that I had no resistance to, and
small hands that encouraged me to place at least one of my hands between
her naked thighs.
"Please, Uncle Julian? Please?"
I pressed my mouth to her left ear and softly whispered.
"We can't take very long, and if I try and you're just too small, then
you can't argue, okay?"
"I'll be good, Uncle Julian!"
Bristol 'being good' wasn't the problem ... it was her being loud and in
pain that bothered me.
Taking either of her lower cherries was going to be a monumental task,
so I needed to figure out how to tease her open just enough to get my
cock head in, for her to feel a little pain, and encourage her to wait
until she was a number of years older before she let anyone try again.
Baby oil seemed the right thing for just such a task, because after all,
wasn't baby oil for lubricating babies so their butts or pussies could
be invaded properly? It was only after a few moments of consideration
that I remembered never to use any sort of oil or petroleum lubricant
inside a woman's lower orifices and settled on KY. It had the perfect
lubricity and was sure to melt into her body with just the right amount
of movement.
Doing her doggy style on the fuzzy carpet seemed the best place, since
Hannah would most likely hear her younger friend squealing or whimpering
when I tried to work her open if the four year old was lying next to her
slightly older friend on my bed. After I located the familiar tube of
lube I encouraged Bristol to take her place.
"Get on the floor like a kitty or doggy, Honey. I'll get us all ready
and see if you'll be able to play our special game."
"Kay!"
To see her naked ass thrust up into the air toward me and watch her grin
over her shoulder made me feel so nasty, but she wanted it and I wasn't
about to deny her when she insisted. I used just enough clear gel to
cover my cock and nearly be dripping and then gently worked my middle
finger into her ass with a little more lube so both of us would be slick
and ready to play. She seemed to enjoy being invaded by my finger after
a few seconds, but I did discern a little grimace when I first entered
her. When I felt her push back onto my digit and hint that she needed
more I removed the temporary invader and centered my slippery cockhead
against her tight and puckered muscular grip.
I held myself still and waited, Bristol taking the initiative by pushing
backward when she assumed it was her turn to act. At first I was sure
we'd get nowhere, the tense clench of her virgin ass too strong for any
portion of my body other than a single digit to be worked inside. I was
just about to pull back and reconsider trying to plug her butt when she
pushed back again and relaxed her muscles. That's when we both felt my
glans snap past her vise-like grip.
For about ten seconds we both remained perfectly still, her sphincter
quivering and trying not to squeeze me too hard, and my cock throbbing
at the wicked sensation of her virgin ass around my dick. Waiting
seemed the right thing for me to do, because Bristol acted again and
pushed backward hard enough that I began to slowly travel deeper and
more easily into her fanny. When I felt her chubby butt pressing
against my hips I had to look down to confirm what we'd done.
Sure enough, my penis was all the way inside her tight tush, her
breathing shallow and strained, and mine nearly nonexistent. I could
have accepted our union as complete, but Bristol needed more. For her
to shift back and forth a few times in short strokes and encourage me to
fuck her butt pushed me over the edge, so I held her naked hips and did
as she desired.
Neither of us said a word as I slowly increased the speed and depth of
my lunges, our immoral bond eventually so relaxed, albeit incredibly
tight, that I knew I'd be happy after Vince and Aileen took my first
baby lover away from me. For almost five minutes I stroked my tiny
lover and she kept bobbing back and forth onto my cock. There was no
evidence of her innocence or naiveté when she pushed back hard and
grunted softly, her need for sex almost as high as mine. That poor
assumption was reconsidered when she reached around with one hand and
tried to pull me harder into her preschool body.
It looked hideously erotic to see a four year old's face twisted and
contorted with such immoral lust and even more wicked to hear the sounds
we were making as my cock repeatedly disappeared and reappeared from
within her snug ass with hideously erotic slurps and snaps. Any
preconceived notion I'd had about Bristol being reserved or reluctant
was gone, and I didn't mind one little bit.
The sight of my adult penis being worked in and out of such a little
girl's naked butt, the sound of our lubricated union as our flesh
slipped easily together and apart, the sensation of my cock being
squeezed and gripped by a hot, soft, snug, and silken vise, and the
aroma of our sex was causing my balls to reconsider how much sperm would
be adequate for the occasion. A full load must have been recognized as
a substantial first attempt with a virgin four year old, because as my
lovely and completely naked little lover began to mewl, whimper, and
then stutter uncontrollably to her first anal orgasm my testicles began
to spasm and discharge their entire contents.
Thankfully both of us remained nearly silent as I held Bristol by her
hips, lunged slightly further forward, and then painted her insides with
a *very* impressive amount of ejaculate. For some unknown period of
time I held us together and reveled in the sensation of her muscles
quivering around my dick, my penis throbbing repeatedly, my insides
convulsing with a rhythmic if involuntary series of waves, my tiny lover
panting and whimpering as she pushed backward into my bare hips, and her
tight round ass distorted against my body. She seemed to conform to me
so naturally I knew we'd be fucking again ... and fairly soon too.
Consciousness required me to carefully lift my underage sexual partner
and place her onto the commode seat so she'd be able to void herself at
the moment I withdrew my cock, and I'm glad I had that much control over
my mind, body, and hands. Little more than ten seconds after I'd pulled
out of her ass, turned her around, and stared into her surprised gaze we
both heard and smelled what I'd encouraged out of her body. Using a few
baby wipes stored under the sink I wiped myself up first and then added
the scent of lilacs when I sprayed something to knock down the odor of
a four year old's need to go 'number two'. I'm glad she was thorough,
because along with a number of smelly brown packages, my sperm and all
the K-Y evidence came out as well. That's when I remembered to have
anal sex with my female lovers only *after* they'd gone to the potty.
Our timing, or my luck, was improving, because after I'd gotten her
wiped, cleaned, tickled, and licked I pulled her panties back into
place, got Bristol in my arms, and was close to my bedroom door when
Andrea softly tapped on it.
"Julian? Are you awake?"
I knew it must have really surprised her when I opened the door a second
or two later, because she was still stepping backward when our eyes met.
"Good morning!"
"Good morning, Julian."
To attempt some sort of posturing for a better position I decided to
confront the young mother about her daughter's presence in my bed
earlier.
"Who do I have to blame for my waking up next to this lovely little
one, Andrea?"
"Uhhh ... well ... that would be me. I hope you're not offended,
Julian, because my little girl *had* spent the other night with you and
Hannah, and she said after we both woke up this morning that she wanted
to go snuggle with you until we needed to eat."
"I'm not offended, Andrea, but I am a *little* surprised. I didn't
think you'd want me to have nearly unlimited access to your child in her
near-naked state while I was asleep."
"Why?"
"Because during my sleep and while I'm dreaming of lovely women warming
my chest I might have an unconscious desire to, uhhh ... *do* something.
I don't have to be more specific than that, do I?"
"Of course not, Julian. I'm an adult, and I know what you're talking
about. But Bristol kept telling me how special you've been treating
her, how gentle you've been when you helped her go potty, undressed and
then dressed her, how much fun she's had when you played with her and
her new friend, and how loving you've been when you held her tight to
your body when you carried her around, held her on your couch, and yes
even when you two were snuggling in bed with nothing more than a small
pair of panties covering her privates. I know you've touched her body
in places that any pedophile pervert would die to have access to, but I
also know by how you've treated her ... and me, that you're not going to
force her to do anything wicked or hurt my little girl."
It was a bit more than I expected, but not more than I had wanted.
Andrea seemed to accept a very libertine attitude about me having as
much access to her daughter as I wished, and I had no desire to alter
her perception that I'd eagerly take every opportunity to have my hands
and other body parts in places that would have made the 'bad man' at the
restaurant cum in his shorts.
No, I hadn't forced her daughter to do anything wicked, because Bristol
was the one who kept pestering me about me butt fucking her. Sure, I'd
started the whole lewd and immoral affair by touching, fondling,
kissing, and then having oral sex with her so quickly after she became
my responsibility, but none of my actions could have been seen as
abusive or crude, because my petite partner enjoyed everything that I
did to and with her. Lying to myself seemed to make it all better.
"I guess that's why you haven't been upset with me when I chose to keep
my girls dressed only in a bare minimum of clothes when I took you to
work yesterday morning, and then when either or both of them are
snuggled with me when we're sleeping."
"Come on, Julian. Ogling little girls in their panties is an innocent
enough crime, and I'm not about to chastise you about something that
every man in the planet has seen at one time in their life or another.
It's just that most men don't encourage their charges to scamper about
in their panties, or less, unless those men want to appreciate what a
little angel looks like in her best outfit."
"What are you saying, Andrea?"
"I'm not saying *anything*, Julian. I'm just telling you that I'm aware
of what kind of man you are and what kind of liberties you're going to
take when my little girl and you are by yourselves."
"Aren't you offended about my wanting to see Bristol and Hannah in their
panties ... or less?"
"It's not your seeing them that I'd be worried about, Julian. It's your
forcing them into a sexual position that they're not ready for that
would cause me to act as any loving mother should."
"For the record, Andrea ... I'd *never* force any little girl to do
anything that would cause them harm or scare them. If my two little
girlfriends don't find something fun, then it's off the list of games
we'll play."
"By the way, Julian, letting the girls play with those bathtub markers
must have truly been fun, because Bristol has been asking if she can
play in the tub like that every time she has to take a bath."
The idea that the four year old had told her mother so much sent a chill
up and down my spine a few times, because Bristol might have added a few
details about my painting their naked bodies with artwork that had been
fashioned in some rather private places. With all that the young mother
had provided all I could do was accept I'd been caught with my hand
inside Bristol's panties and then try to make a deal about their staying
in my home long enough to keep my ass out of jail. I didn't like the
idea of being blackmailed, but at that moment I had no other choice.
"I guess it's a good idea that I bought two sets of markers, then."
The sound of Bristol's tummy rumbling was the perfect distraction, for
which I had the perfect solution.
"It sounds like this one's hungry, Andrea, and to be honest I'm getting
a little famished myself. Do we have time for a sit down breakfast this
morning, or should I get my girls dressed so I can take you to work?"
"I called my boss at the cleaner's a few minutes ago, and she said I
could take a day off without risking losing my job there. She knows
about my apartment building burning down, and she's going to let me get
my things straightened out today."
"Wonderful! Then it's a sit down breakfast with pancakes, eggs, bacon,
hashbrown potatoes, and lots of orange juice and chocolate milk."
"Really, Uncle Julian!?! All that stuff?"
I stared into the four year old's eyes and let a wide grin escape, her
smile growing in size until it looked like we were trying to outdo each
other.
"Uh huh, Angel ... all that stuff."
Bristol immediately flung herself forward with her arms extended and
enveloped me in a lovely hug.
"I'm glad you're my uncle now, Uncle Julian. I get to eat nice stuff
and play neat games *all* the time. I love you, Uncle Julian."
"I love you too, Angel."
All it took was a quick glance toward Andrea to see a smile on her face
that closely matched the ones on Bristol's and mine. It was a soft
voice in a British accent that forced me to turn around.
"Uncle Julian?"
"Yes, Kitten?"
"I gotta wee."
That's when Andrea again surprised me.
"Why don't you get your girls' morning duties taken care of, Uncle
Julian? I'll get myself organized for a few minutes and I'll meet all
of you in the kitchen."
"No problem, Andrea. We'll be out in a few minutes."
As I turned around to go help my first little lover out of bed my adult
guest pulled my bedroom door closed. To say I was again surprised was
an understatement. It appeared Andrea was going to trade her little
girl's body for their living arrangements, as long as I didn't hurt my
younger playmate, and it seemed like a fair exchange ... for a while.
Both of my charges were tended to without sexual deviations, dressed in
their panties, and then hefted into my grasp so I could act as their
servant, slave, and transport to the kitchen. But rather than let them
ride quietly and motionless in my arms I had both of them pushing my
face away from their necks and ears by the time I was all the way down
the hall and walking into the living room. Their bright squeals and
giggles filled my house with the sound of happiness, and I craved the
notion of at least one little preschooler remaining with me long enough
for me to get over my loneliness.
Breakfast was conducted as if the circus was in town, with three unique
and disparate areas of interest forcing me to act as ring-master most of
the time. Andrea might have been familiar with tasks required to cook
food, but her constant requirements for permission to get something made
it that much harder to stay on task. The girls kept encouraging me to
play with them after I'd get close enough to nibble on an ear or munch
on a bare arm, so that distraction was all my fault. Of course, getting
the food going in an orderly fashion might have been easier if I'd just
told my female contingent to go play in the swimming pool until I'd
gotten everything ready, but it seemed to help Andrea's mood by staying
busy. I had a hard time envisioning her entire life going up in flames
the previous day, and knew I'd be spending quite a bit of my free time
helping her deal with it.
After breakfast was finished and all the pans, dishes, glasses, and
utensils stuffed into the dishwasher Andrea was encouraged to venture to
her private bathroom to finish getting ready. In order to let the young
mother see a more 'normal' routine I got the two little ones to brush
their teeth and wash their faces in the hall bathroom with the door open
so I could disappear to my bathroom and make myself more presentable.
I hadn't anticipated spending almost nine hundred dollars on new clothes
and personal belongings for Andrea and Bristol, but there was no other
way for her to conduct her life as it had been a day or two before, so
I accepted my financial loss as payment for having access to the four
year old. Andrea certainly wouldn't have appreciated my logic, but she
didn't seem to mind my repeated insistence that they needed lots of new
and very nice things. Hannah was allowed to buy a few play toys for
herself, even though her folks might not have a lot of room to take new
things back with them to England, but I had no desire to make my young
British visitor believe she was any less important than my other guests.
On the way back from shopping for clothing, shoes, and toiletries I
stopped at the grocery store for food. Two full baskets of food later
proved that one person living in my home for a while was going to be
considered a rarity. In spite of the financial obligations I truly
didn't mind, because it felt as if I was alive again ... finally.
The food was taken inside first with even the smallest of my female crew
anxious to help, and once the cold items had been safely placed in the
refrigerator all four of us made a series of trips back and forth until
my car was unloaded. Their personal things were taken to Andrea's room
for her to get organized, and then my focus on the other groceries.
Hannah was quite a surprise for me, because even after she saw me buy
Bristol and Andrea all sorts of new things at the store my young Brit
guest didn't act like a spoiled brat nor begged for lots more new things
too. An additional secret purchase was the perfect reward for a little
girl with such a supportive attitude, and Hannah giggled with glee when
I presented her with an expensive doll and clothing set that was a far
more superior one than the one I got Bristol.
Andrea assumed a fairly determined attitude about taking on her role as
the woman in my house, even temporarily, and shooed me and the girls out
to the pool while she unpacked the grocery bags and explored my kitchen.
I could have insisted that I put things away the way *I* liked them, but
it might have given the woman a chance to feel a sense of normalcy after
so much of her life had been turned upside-down. To be honest I really
didn't mind a whole lot, because with two very rambunctious little girls
to keep occupied in the cool water I got more than a few chances to look
at and also touch lots of smooth silky skin.
By the time my girls were tired enough for a nap their swimsuits were
removed, I gave them a quick bath with only a few relatively minor
sexual diversions, and once dry both of them were dressed in a cute pair
of new panties with lots of cartoon characters covering their bums. It
only took a few gentle caresses and wayward fondles for both of them to
tumble down a quick road to sleep, and I smiled as I gently fondled and
fingered both of them. Rather than masturbate them to orgasm all I did
for the longest time was tenderly caress their smooth hairless vulvas.
It seemed almost normal for me to dip the tips of my fingers between
their plump and bald nether lips for some wayward explorations with a
little wetness along the ends of my digits as proof of my adventures.
After a few tender butterfly kisses and a lick or two I pulled their
panties back into place, tucked them into bed, and then left them to
sleep by themselves.
When I walked past Andrea's bedroom I could hear her softly crying, so
I left her alone and ventured to my comfortable couch. I was asleep
much faster than I anticipated.
While I was asleep Vince and Aileen got home and quietly settled into a
comfortable set of routines. It was only the sound of someone splashing
in my pool that forced me into an awakened state in panic, my thought
one of the girls had tumbled in and was struggling. I was up and out of
the patio door in a flash, only to see Aileen coming up in the pool on
the opposite side. The moment she saw me she wiped her face, pulled her
hair back over her head, smiled, and ushered words that I craved to hear
on a daily basis.
"Hi, Love ... I'm home."
The fact that my lovely Brit guest was swimming naked certainly got my
attention, but since I had another female guest I needed to make sure
both ladies were comfortable with such relaxed attitudes.
"Hi, Aileen. Uhhh ... did you remember I told you about my having some
new guests, Sweetie?"
"Sure, Julian. Isn't she at work for a bit?"
Just as the words spilled out of her lips Andrea walked up and came
around my side to see who I was talking to.
"Julian, who are you ... OH! Excuse me!"
Andrea was about to dash off toward her bedroom and hide for a while,
but Vince standing completely naked in the open patio door stopped her.
"OH, MY!!!"
All the poor woman could do was lunge for me, bury her face into my
chest, wrap her arms around my body, and shiver. I wanted to laugh so
hard it hurt, but I was also just as embarrassed as Andrea was, not
because of Aileen and Vince's nudity, but because of how it might affect
the highly rattled young American mother. It was obvious she hadn't
spent much time at European beaches.
"VINNY! Don your bathers, Lad!"
"Rats! Sorry, Mate, but we didn't know your guest was home. Back in a
mite."
The patio door was closed and I assumed Vince was dashing back to their
room to put something more than nothing on. With Andrea's face tucked
tight to my chest and unable to see Aileen the four year old's mother
couldn't see my blond Brit bird dry herself off, wiggle her bare ass at
me just for fun, and then dash off into the house with her towel wrapped
around her sexy body.
As soon as the patio door was closed Andrea relaxed a little bit, drew
her face away from my body, and peeked around me to see who might have
lingered.
"Are they inside the house, Julian?"
"Yes, Andrea. Both of my rather European guests have disappeared into
the house to put some clothes on. I guess you're going to reconsider my
letting your daughter run around my house in nothing but her panties,
aren't you?"
For Andrea to lovingly smack the outside of my left arm hinted at a kind
of playfulness that I hadn't anticipated, but I needed to wait for any
words that were sure to follow to be certain of her continued attitudes.
"I'm not offended by either little girl running around in their panties,
or *less*, Julian. I was just surprised to see your British guests in
the ... naked, that's all."
"I suppose I should have warned you that Aileen and Vince are used to a
more relaxed attitude when they're swimming, Andrea. I'm sorry if I
embarrassed you, and I'll try to make it up to you somehow."
She let her face drop slightly and allowed a small smile to escape as
she almost whispered back to me.
"If I were a lot more adventuresome I might do something similar, but
I've always been a bit more conservative than most people."
To pull the woman into my body and give her a hug might not have been
what she expected, but it certainly made both of us feel better.
"You don't need to take on any reckless or questionable habits that
you're not familiar with, Sweetie. Just accept that I messed up and
we'll get through our introductions with a few more blushes and smiles
on our faces, okay?"
"You're such a wonderful man, Julian. Naughty ... but wonderful."
For me to wiggle my fingertips into her ribs a few inches below her arms
took Andrea off guard, and before she knew it I had her squealing and
giggling just like her little girl, and she was actually encouraging me
to keep up her loving abuse. The woman was a paradox to me, because in
spite of her somewhat traditional demeanor she would occasionally allow
a brief view of a more daring and bold personality hiding inside peek
through. It was only the sound of her voice and the words she used that
forced me to discontinue the impromptu tickle game.
"STOP! I gotta pee!"
Just as Hannah had before a time or two Andrea took off into the house
with at least one of her hands tucked between her thighs. I was feeling
so happy that I couldn't suppress a cruel but genuine laugh.
By the time Andrea emerged from the hall bathroom Aileen and Vince had
gotten dressed and straightened their hair. The moment my guests saw
each other's eyes they all blushed a lovely crimson and must have felt
terribly ashamed. There was no need for such Victorian attitudes,
especially in my house, and within fifteen minutes time I'd introduced
them to each other and we were joking about what had happened.
There was still so much Chinese food in the fridge from Andrea's last
part-time job that it was an easy decision to serve that and some
oriental wine for dinner. The only thing I needed to do was round up a
pair of sleepy little girls and the meal would be complete.
"Julian, why don't you go get your young Brit girlfriend and her
American cousin so we can eat?"
"Yeah, Julian, that's a wonderful idea. I'm sure Bristol would like to
meet Hannah's darling parents."
"Be right back then. You ladies make yourselves at home, and Vince?"
"Yeah, Mate?"
"Break out another bottle of oriental wine in my wine and liquor
fridge."
"Good call, Lad."
"Back in a minute, folks."
A minute ... ha!
In order to not awaken my girls too quickly or abruptly I entered my
bedroom very quietly. I'm glad I did, because what I saw certainly
wasn't what I was expecting.
Bristol was lying on her back with her head on one pillow, and Hannah
was face-first between her four year old American friend's thighs and
giving her preschool friend a nice tongue lashing. The four year old's
hands were tucked around the back of her five year old friend's head,
and by the expression on the younger girl's face I could tell Hannah was
getting better at preschool lesbian oral sex.
With Hannah's knees pressed to the sheet under her younger friend's butt
her ass was propped up very nicely, and I got a charming peek at my
first little lover's puckered eye and deep slit. It was going to take
more than a minute to leave the bedroom, so I quietly closed the bedroom
door, locked it, and then made my way onto the bed behind Hannah.
It took no more than a half minute for me to position myself face up
between the five year old's thighs, and I gave my near-infant Brit
visitor a taste of what she was providing for her American friend. It
might have been why she was kneeling on the bed and bent over like that
in the first place, because Hannah never even broke her stride.
For some untold number of minutes Hannah and I feasted on our underage
lovers' tender quims and must have had similar desires, because Bristol
was the first to illustrate her next orgasm approaching with Hannah soon
to follow. I loved the feel of my naked girlfriends' bodies in my hands
as I licked, sucked, and tongued Hannah's plump pussy. I could have
stayed where I was for a few hours and enjoyed myself until one or both
of them asked me to fuck them, but the girls' parents were in my house
and expecting us to venture out sooner than later.
It took a little longer than I had originally anticipated, but after I
got them up, on and off the potty, dressed, and their hair brushed, they
looked much cuter than I'd ever remembered. To make their entrance that
much more special I made sure to put their hair into ponytails with
ribbons tied in just the right places. For me to walk down the hall
ahead of them might have seemed bizarre to my girls, but there was
something I needed to do, and only the appropriate gesture would be
appropriate.
"Ahem ... ladies and gentleman ... it's my honor to present Hannah Smyth
and Bristol Foster. Come on in, ladies."
Right on cue both of my precious and incredibly cute little girlfriends
walked the rest of the way down the hall hand-in-hand and wearing huge
grins on their faces. They looked good enough to eat.
For my three adult guests to begin applauding took the girls and me off
guard, but it was the perfect means to make the girls feel incredibly
special and loved. By the time they were halfway across the living room
toward the kitchen Hannah couldn't stand the strain, flung her arms
forward, and dashed toward her parents.
"Mummy! Dah!"
She was immediately engulfed in her parents' embrace.
"My, what a lovely young lady!"
"Julian does have a way with our little one, doesn't he, Buzzy?"
"It's no wonder that Yank bass ... Hannah's American Uncle Julian has
had such an effect on our little vixen. He treats my daughter as if
she was a lovely princess."
Bristol might have wanted to illustrate her confidence by lunging toward
her own mother, but she chose to stand next to my right leg and hug it
snugly. It would have been nice for her to stay there much longer, but
Andrea needed to give her daughter a nice hug as well. It was only the
four year old's need for feedback that made the child ask what she might
have thought was a dangerous question.
"Do I look nice, Mommy?"
"Oh, Baby. You look just beautiful!"
Moment's later Bristol took off toward her mother with her arms
outstretched and a huge smile on her face. It felt nice to see both
little girls being loved and hugged by their folks. At the same time I
felt a deep emptiness that would never be filled and a hunger that would
never be sated. I was torn between being happy for my guests and
jealous for what they had on a daily basis. The only smart thing for me
to do was focus my attention on dinner so I didn't do or say anything
really stupid.
Instead of the girls sitting with or on me while we ate dinner they were
encouraged to take their respective places next to their parents. It
took quite a bit of composure and self control on my part, but I kept a
smile painted on my face and never illustrated any sort of discomfort
for being so far from either of my girls. The fact that my house was
filled to bursting with laughter, conversation, and the smiling faces of
so many new and welcome friends made my suffering take on far less
importance.
By the time dinner was done and the kitchen straightened up it appeared
that my new friends were incredibly comfortable with each other. That
was proved when Aileen's suggestion for an evening swim was tendered.
"Andrea, would you allow Vinny and I to coax you and your daughter into
Julian's pool for a nice swim? I promise this time none of us will be
quite as embarrassed as the first time we met."
The adults chuckled and my girls didn't get the joke, but it was Andrea
who surprised me yet again.
"Uhhhh ... am I supposed to wear what you two did before?"
"No, Love. We've got bathers ... I mean swimsuits."
"OH! Okay. Then ... that sounds like a wonderful idea."
It seemed incredibly strange for me to change into my swim trunks by
myself, my girls' attention and changing activities conducted by their
own parents. It was a painful reminder that I was a single widower with
no children of my own, and no prospects of having any either.
Aileen, Vince, and Andrea kept the girls occupied for the longest time
with me stationed along the edge of the pool out of the way. I might
have been encouraged to add a few minor gestures of playfulness every
once in a while, but for the most part Hannah and Bristol were their
parents' focus and responsibility.
In order to grant them unrestricted and complete privacy I quietly
excused myself during one rather boisterous round of splashing and
ventured back into my master bathroom. It might have seemed strange to
masturbate myself for a small measure of satisfaction, but I needed to
come to terms with what reality had to offer, and that wasn't continued
access to my tiny lovers' bodies.
Even after I returned to the living room from the hallway my guests were
still happily splashing about and having a truly wonderful time. In a
queer twist of fate I felt like an outsider in my own home, so in a move
of utter humility I turned around and went back to my bedroom. A few
minutes later I was lying in bed ... by myself. I hadn't felt more
alone since I'd lost my wife, but losing my petite lovers to their folks
brought back a flood of pain that seemed to rip at my heart like whalers
with long flensing knives. It might have seemed to take forever, but I
fell asleep eventually.
In the darkened isolation of confused dreams my mind kept flying with
all sorts of strange and disturbing images, most of them with my girls
being ripped away from me by uniformed men or wild hairy beasts. It was
eventually a mental image of both Hannah and Bristol reaching out toward
me while they screamed at the top of their lungs that stirred me awake.
But rather than lying in bed by myself and staring at the ceiling there
were two nearly-naked little girls tucked tight to my sides with my arms
around their bare backs.
I almost burst into a joyous call of exclamation at the thought of both
Aileen and Andrea giving me that much consideration, because they *had*
to know my hands would eventually go places that most people would be
horrified to know I'd ventured into. How could the girls' parents allow
me to sleep with their daughters like that? What kind of conversation
took place after my guests realized I'd ventured off to grant them
unlimited and fully undisturbed time to be a slightly larger family
together?
Rather than question my good fortune I tucked my arms a little tighter
around my sleeping partners, my hands slightly further inside their
tight panties, and digits around their soft bums so I could fondle what
had been placed in my grasp. I hadn't been softly stroking both of them
between their thighs for more than a minute when I felt one and then the
other little girl give me a kiss on each cheek.
"That feels nice, Uncle Julian."
"Yeah ... I like it when you give me lots of tingles, Uncle Julian."
"Me too, girls. Did your mommies take you to go potty before you got in
bed with me?"
"Uh huh!"
"Yeah ... my Mum said I needed to be a big girl and go wee again in a
bit so I didn't wet myself."
Hannah was along my left side with her left arm across my chest, and
Bristol was along my right with her right arm slightly below Hannah's.
"I'll be sure to take both of you to go potty in an hour or so."
"Thanks, Uncle Julian."
"Uncle Julian?"
"Yes, Bristol?"
"I'm kinda tired. Can I sleep now?"
"Sure, Angel. You just go to sleep, and I'll stay right here next to
you until the morning time."
Hoping to be considerate of her needs I started to tug my right hand out
from within her panties, but she stopped me before my fingers had been
worked free.
"Nooo, Uncle Julian! Give me tingles so I can sleep better."
I turned my face slightly toward Hannah and whispered for confirmation.
"And what about you, Punkin? Do you want me to remove my hand or should
I keep it inside your knickers?"
"Keep it there, Uncle Julian, 'cause it makes my bum feel nice and warm.
I like that."
"Okay, Sugar. I'll keep my hand there ... for both of you. Now, you
two go to sleep and we'll have some more fun tomorrow."
"Uncle Julian?"
"Yes, Bristol?"
"Can me and Hannah play the licking game tomorrow?"
I felt a surge of lust wash through my body like a tsunami, and I loved
the idea of my two young guests learning about preschool lesbianism.
"As long as we're all alone and your mom and Hannah's Mum and Dah aren't
around to see, then you two can play whatever nice game you want to.
But you have to remember that nobody can ever find out about our special
games, okay girls?"
"Okay."
"Okay."
"Alright then ... you cuties close your eyes and get some sleep. We've
got a lot of naughty fun ahead of us, so you need your rest."
"Nite!"
"Nite!"
"Goodnight, girls."
I lie there for the longest time smiling up at the ceiling and slowly
working my middle fingers back and forth along the smooth and slightly
wet valley of their vulvas. Neither of my little sleeping partners
found my deeds offensive, nor did they encourage anything beyond simple
fondling, so I maintained a delicate caress that must have seemed as
normal to my girls as hugging them to my bare body. It was a strange
sense of accomplishment, for which I'd pay dearly if either little minx
told anyone about my constant forays between their thighs. Before I
realized it I was asleep and dreaming about having sex with both girls.
The first time I awoke was when I felt a small drop of warmth on my
right middle finger, and I nearly flung Bristol into the air to keep her
from wetting our sleeping arrangements. Just moving was enough to break
her concentration, or lack thereof, and after a few anxious moments her
round and bare bottom was stationed onto the commode seat just soon
enough to prevent the bed from being soaked. It was only after she'd
peed and been dried that Bristol was awake enough to notice her mature
slave tending to her needs.
"Uncle Julian?"
"Yes, Sugar?"
"Lick me."
Just like my lovely Brit angel Bristol was able to command me with no
more than two wicked words. Once she was lying on her back in bed her
panties were tugged completely off, her knees cocked all the way out,
my face placed between her silken thighs, and my mouth tucked deftly
onto an acreage of tenderness that I hungered to keep. In spite of
having some pretty good competition I was able to get Bristol to tuck
her small hands around the back of my head when I found a nice spot to
stay focused on, her desire for me to discontinue her pleasure lacking
almost as much as mine.
My four year old lover must have celebrated in three or four long and
slow orgasms, her hips undulating and thighs quivering the whole time I
was feasting on her bald charms. It was only after I'd pulled my face
away from her naked sweetness before she whispered her thoughts to me.
"Oh, Uncle Julian! You lick better than Hannah 'cause you give me lots
of nice tingles, but ... "
"But what, Sugar?"
"Please don't get mad at me, Uncle Julian, but ... I like it when Hannah
gives me licks too, 'cause her licks feel good too ... just different."
"That's okay, Angel. I don't mind if you like the way Hannah licks you
too, 'cause then you get to have two different nice ways to feel good,
right?"
"Uh huh! I like *both* ways, Uncle Julian."
"I'm glad, Angel. Tomorrow if you get a chance I'm gonna let you and
Hannah play the licking game as much as you want to."
"Are you gonna be with us, Uncle Julian?"
"I hope so. I like to watch you and Hannah play your nice private games
with each other. It looks neat."
Something told me to give the preschooler a rest, so I rose over her
body slightly, sucked on her small breasts, licked her nipples, and then
shifted the rest of the way over her so I could kiss her for a minute.
After a short round of kissing I gave her a naked hug, slipped her
panties back into place, and then let her turn onto her right side away
from me. That gave me access to her plump fanny, but I resisted knowing
we'd have another more appropriate time for lots more anal sex.
Since I'd taken Bristol to go potty it was only appropriate to take
Hannah as well, so I climbed over her, got out of bed, and then lifted
her into my arms for the short ride to my bathroom. Just as Bristol had
done Hannah woke up just as I was about to lift her back into my arms,
but instead of her usual command I was asked something more exciting,
and dangerous.
"Let's do the mommy and daddy game again, please Uncle Julian."
It certainly wasn't the smartest thing for me to consider, but Hannah's
soft plea and the way she pushed her covered mound into my tummy was all
the convincing I needed to make love to my five year old Brit guest. I
did everything I possibly could to make her happy, which included giving
her a nice mini-cum by rubbing the end of my cock over her clitoris for
a few minutes. Once she was fired up and ready for more I slipped my
glans down her plump crease and slowly worked my penis into her
preschool body until our hipbones nearly touched.
She whimpered for a moment or two because of the invader being pushed
inside her body, but once her vagina became accustomed to my size she
arched her back slightly, pushed up into me, and wordlessly asked me to
fuck her for the next little while. An hour later I'd finally had
enough and could tell Hannah had fainted, so I broke our contact, took
her back to my master bathroom, closed the door, and turned the lights
on. I wanted to see what we looked like just long enough to have yet
another supremely powerful orgasm.
It took a minute to get us positioned correctly with my partner unable
to move, but once I got my tiny lover in the right spot I stared with an
animalistic passion at a naked little girl who'd asked me to fuck her.
After no more than four or five minutes of slow back and forth thrusts
I felt a deep tingle that signaled my doom, so I increased the speed
but not the depth of my strokes until I was sexing my naked lover with
the passion of a mad-man. As hard as it was to believe Hannah came to
just as I was pounding her bald cunny, and she almost wailed in glee as
her orgasm began to fill her insides as well.
Rather than dominate her and be selfish I lifted her into my body,
hugged her snugly, and the slowly brought us together toward a moment of
glorious affection that I couldn't have imagined I'd ever know. For my
preschool girlfriend to keep undulating her pussy onto my cock, even
after I'd slowed down quite a bit, told me that I'd created a sexual
monster. At the moment of our climax we both lunged forward, gripped
each other as tightly as we could, and held on as our genitals exchanged
a series of liquid love that had no equal.
By the time we quit fucking each other, got cleaned up, and then dressed
we were truly ready for some much needed sleep. Even though both of my
girls chose to either lie on their tummies or press their butts against
the sides of my body I wasn't the least offended. They'd given me every
measure of their love and held nothing back, so I could rest easy and
accept that sometimes little girls just need to have a man's hand tucked
inside their panties in front instead of behind.
My girls had stolen so much of my energy the night before that I didn't
wake up until almost nine the next morning. I felt awful, because I'd
overslept and missed taking Andrea to work. Even though she'd been
afforded some time off the day before I couldn't expect her boss to
grant the woman far too many liberties because of her troubled life. I
nearly flung my girls off the bed when I bounded up and got my feet to
the floor, but they were even more tired than I was and never moved.
I took care of my business as quickly as I could, brushed my teeth,
shaved my face, showered, dressed, and then made sure my girls were
adequately covered. It was a good thing I checked on them too, because
in my desire to fondle and touch them after I'd fallen asleep I'd
slipped their panties far enough down their legs that their plump butts
and tender slits were completely exposed. With both girls properly
dressed to remain in bed I covered them with the sheet and coverlet and
ventured out of my bedroom for the first time that day.
The living room was empty, the kitchen quiet, the swimming pool devoid of
clothed or naked bodies, and Vince's car gone. It was only after I saw
a small slip of paper on the counter under a toothpick holder that I
became aware of someone having left me a note.
[Dear Julian,
Vinny and I are taking Andrea to work first thing, and we'll be out for
a bit today. You've been so kind to grant us so much freedom that we've
become spoiled and we're going to avail ourselves of your wonderful
hospitality.
We'll be bringing lunch back with us before Vinny heads off to see his
sights, and you'll be stuck with me and the girls until we need to go
get Andrea later today. I hope you won't be disappointed.
We could have awakened you before we left, but you looked so handsome
tucked tight to our little girls that we didn't have the heart to wrest
you away from them. I'm sure they'll be glad we left the three of you
alone.
Back in a bit, Love.
Aileen.]
So much for adult guests until around noon.
I smiled, put the note back where I found it, and then went back to my
master bedroom so I could climb back into bed with my two lovers. Just
after I closed the door I made sure to lock it, since both Andrea and
Aileen had been bold enough to venture into my private retreat while I
was asleep the night before. If I was going to be busy with my girls I
didn't want to take the chance that someone would see me having sex with
them before I could do something about it. Come to think about it, it
might have been foolish for me to give Aileen and Vince an extra set of
keys and a garage door opener, because I wouldn't have any warning at
all of their impending arrival. I could only hope they'd call.
Neither of my girls were the least offended about my departure a few
minutes before, but they were quick to notice me getting back into bed.
Both of them looked so precious rubbing their eyes and yawning that I
couldn't resist giving them a long slow hug that they eagerly accepted.
One or all three of us could have hinted at or even openly asked for
more sex that morning, but for some reason the three of us just lie
tight to each other and cuddled until I heard both girls' tummies.
"Alright! It sounds like two little bodies need some food, so up we
get."
"Awwwww, Uncle Julian! Let's cuddle some more, please?"
"Yeah, Uncle Julian. I like to wake up with you."
"Well, girls ... I like to wake up with you two as well, but I'm
supposed to take care of my little girlfriends, and one of the things
your parents are expecting me to do is put something other than kisses
inside these tummies."
Wiggling digits into their bare bellies was the perfect means to get
them moving, lots of animated twists, squirms, and pitiful attempts to
retaliate joined with bright squeals, giggles, and disregarded requests
for relief. They might have made it sound as if they wanted me to stop,
but when Hannah twisted out of my grasp and rolled over onto my face
with her butt resting on my mouth I knew she wanted and most likely
needed to be nibbled on. Bristol must have been her slightly older
friend's accomplice in past crimes, because the four year old worked her
small digits along the belt-line of my slacks and made it seem as if she
wanted something other than to be tickled.
It felt so comfortable to be at their mercy that I didn't put up as much
resistance as I could have and let them do whatever they wanted. Hannah
wanted to pull her knickers down and kiss my mouth with her pussy, and
Bristol wanted to extract my cock to either suck or sit on it. She
finally decided to sit on it, and I was truly worried I'd hurt her since
she didn't take the precaution to lube us up.
Thankfully she wasn't able to do much more than tickle herself with the
end of my glans, and I was glad because that would mean a trip to the
bathroom for yet more cleaning. Once she determined for herself that I
knew something about butt fucking preschoolers that she didn't she
decided to kiss, lick, and suck on my cock-head instead. In order to be
fair I skinned her panties down and began to lightly masturbate her
using my digits to tickle her vagina and clitoris.
Both of my wicked little minxes got really quiet for the longest time,
the only sounds coming from inside my bedroom being whimpers, moans, the
snaps, pops, squishes, and smacks of an adult and a child's mouth on
their lover's genitalia, and what had to be the hammering of wildly
beating hearts of three very happy people.
For Hannah and Bristol to switch after a few minutes told me they were
going to be a dangerous pair if they grew up together, but I didn't mind
and accepted Bristol's vulva onto my mouth and let Hannah slip her lips
as far down my cock as she wanted to. It was finally too much, and I
unloaded into her mouth and painted her tonsils with my sperm. She was
genuinely proud of herself after she sucked me clean and shifted in
front of Bristol to nestle her pussy onto my nose.
For a few minutes I got to shift the girls back and forth over my face
and chin to lick and masturbate one with my lips and tongue and then
work her slightly off-center so I could do the same with her friend. We
went back and forth a number of times and I only stopped mouthing and
munching on their plump bald pussies after they both orgasmed for me.
They were tired when I let them fall to my sides for a break, but the
smiles on their faces proved they loved getting that way.
After their potty break I got them wiped clean and dry, and then got
them dressed in their swimsuits. Sure, I could have left them naked to
go swimming after breakfast, but I still felt a little nervous about
having my girls run around in the buff when one or both of their parents
might happen onto the scene.
It was while my girls and I were splashing happily in the pool and
acting more like children than a pedophile and his prey when Aileen and
Vince came home. The moment they walked through the patio door holding
three large white bags of fast food my girls' attention was taken away
from being tickled or getting wet.
"Mummy! Dah!"
"Hi Misses and Mister Smyth."
"Well, hello you two ... and you too, kind sir. Are you having fun?"
"Good morning Aileen ... Vince. I think I owe you an apology."
"What on Earth for, Mate?"
"For not being up early enough this morning to take my other guest to
work. That left you with responsibilities that you'd not volunteered
for, and I'm ashamed for not being a proper host."
"Cripes, Lad! Where on Earth did you get all that guilt from? It was
the least me and Buzzy could do after all that you've done for us. We
were up having some java when Andrea joined us, so we offered and she
accepted. It's quite simple, actually, so there's no need for any more
of that Yank remorse."
"Well ... still, I appreciate your being that kind. Did you have any
problems finding your way there and back?"
"No worries, Mate. After we dropped her by her employer's Buzzy and I
ventured off and did a bit more sightseeing. We figured you were still
out of sorts from all your hard work these last few days, so we decided
to tour for a bit and got to enjoy your fair city."
"Thanks you two. I really appreciate it."
"Nonsense! Forget it, Lad. Now ... who wants some tasty food?"
The girls were the first to exclaim their desire for anything that was
to be offered.
"ME!"
"ME!"
Vince immediately spun on his heels and took his purchases into the
house. My girls coaxed me to the edge of the pool, I lifted them out,
and they did their best to dry off as quickly as possible. Even before
I could climb out of the pool they'd dabbed off enough water to be
considered sort of dry and took off through the open patio door. That's
when Aileen sat down on a chaise lounge facing me, splay her thighs a
little bit, and softly asked something that stopped me cold.
"And you, Julian? Hungry yet, or have you had your fill of your *own*
sort of meals?"
When Aileen looked me right in the eyes she gave me a grin that could
have come from a wicked mistress rather than a young mother. I knew my
deeds with their daughter might have been known in greater detail than
I might have preferred, or she was just horny and wanted me to give her
another cum or fifty. The best defense is a strong offense, so I sat
down close enough to touch her and then turned so I could see straight
up her skirt.
"I think you'd prefer I ate what your husband was carrying rather than
feast on anything a bit more tender."
Aileen immediately sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, closed her
eyes a little bit, tilted her head back, and moaned. That was my cue to
tease her as much as she was me, so I looked around her body into the
house, saw Vince turned the other way in the kitchen, and working on the
food selections with the girls distracting him. With no warning at all
I shifted one hand between her knees, gently pried them apart, and then
whispered only loud enough for her to hear me.
"Open your legs, young lady. I wanna see what I'm going to munch on a
little bit later when we have a chance."
She did just as I asked and splay her thighs about two feet apart. But
she must have been more than a little horny, because she also turned to
check on her husband, saw he was talking to the girls, and while her
face was away from mine and toward the house she tugged her skirt all
the way to her hips.
"That's quite nice, Aileen, but I do believe you're wearing a bit too
much at the moment. Don't move."
In order to give her an even bigger thrill I reached around her thighs,
up her hips, into the elastic of her panties. A few seconds later I had
her small knickers in my hands and she splay her legs apart again. That
time I reached in with one set of fingers and lightly stroked up and
down her plump shaved slit until she let out a pitiful grunt.
"Damn you, Yank! You know I want you to diddle me. Why the blazes
don't you just get to it and let me have my cum?"
"Because I want to tease and torture you ... Love. I'm not like your
Vinny. I like to take my time and make certain that my lover is fully
aroused and hungry for more before I'll give her what she wants. You do
prefer to have an hour long cum rather than just a little one, don't
you, Aileen?"
"Damn it ... yes!"
"Then, you're just going to have to get used to being at my mercy until
I'm absolutely sure you're worthy of my skills, my pet."
"Arrogant blatherskite!"
"Now, now, Love. If you treat me crudely I'll take my affections to
your daughter and her little friend. You wouldn't want me to favor them
in my bed more than you, now would you?"
Aileen actually shifted her ass further forward on the outdoor chair and
pushed her naked pussy into my fingers, proof that she was hungrier for
physical affection than she might have been able or willing to reveal.
When she was eventually far enough forward and positioned correctly I
began to lightly roll her clitoris around and masturbate her in earnest.
That was all she needed to whimper pitifully and whisper again.
"Please don't tease me so, Julian. I beg of you ... I know you love my
little girl and give her uncommon affection, but please, please let me
have what I crave. I promise I'll be good to you and give you far more
than my little Hannah ever could, okay?"
After one more peek inside to check on Vince I slipped my middle finger
as far inside Aileen's vagina as I could reach, found her G-spot, tucked
my thumb between her vulvar lips, over her clitoris, and began to tango
with both her erogenous zones at the same time. In less than a minute
my lovely blonde Brit visitor was bucking and cumming.
When I eventually let her come down and removed my digits from her pussy
and my hand from between her thighs she grunted, scowled at me, but
didn't clamp her legs around my wrist. She knew we had company and let
me retrieve my appendage. For me to lick and then suck on both my
middle finger and thumb nearly brought the woman to her knees on the
warm concrete, but my whispering to her as I rose nearly made her faint.
"I'd very much like to taste where all this lovely nectar came from, but
not just yet. We'll have time later. Come on, Honey. Go to the loo
and tend to my playground before I tug your skirt up and spank your bare
bottom."
She actually stared wide-eyed at me as I rose over her, either my claims
of her body or the reference of discipline shocking her.
"Coming, Love?"
Leering at her while extending my left hand and staring at her still
naked twat must have been the ultimate in lewd gestures for an American
host of his British female guest. She eventually took my hand, rose as
daintily as any princess, claimed her knickers from my free hand, and
then led the way back into the house. Before Vince could stop her
Aileen was almost skipping toward their bedroom and private bathroom.
"So ... what kind of feast did you bring, Vince?"
"Some fried chicken, burgers, hot dogs, fried onions and chips, and some
of your American peppers. Cripes, I love those things."
Bristol had never heard a Brit speak before she became a guest in my
house, certainly didn't get the gist of one rather foreign concept, and
naively asked about one of the selections Aileen and Vince had
purchased.
"But ... I don't see no chips, Mister Smyth. All you got were onion
rings and French fries."
Both Vince and I chuckled, and Hannah was kind enough to cup her hand
over her mouth before laughing at her four year old friend. The best
thing for me to do was squat down in front of my younger preschool
visitor and share what I knew.
"Honey, British people refer to French fries as 'chips'. I'm sure
there's a good reason for it, but I just don't know what it is."
"Oh."
Vince then squat down in front of both his daughter and Bristol holding
two small fried onion rings and two more long crispy fries.
"Love, not to worry about what we call these. They're bloody good no
matter what they're called. Why not have one of each so you two can
have a quick taste?"
"Thanks, Mister Smyth."
"You're welcome, Love."
That's when he looked at me and asked a fairly intriguing question.
"What'd you do to my bird, Mate? She took off as if her knickers were
alight. You get her fire started?"
"Ohhh ... she wanted to tease me a little bit, so I figured it would be
appropriate to return the favor. I figure there's still a little bit of
that Brit and Yank rivalry going on, so I lobbed a volley of ideas into
her basket for a minute or two."
"Good one, Lad. Serves her right, too, randy bird. Feel free to put
her in her place if she does that again, Mate."
"No wurr ... no problem, Vince."
That's when Aileen walked into the kitchen behind me and pushed her arms
around my body for a quick hug. She might have heard Vince and me
talking about her, but it was unlikely. I figured her attitude was one
of comfortable familiarity and playfulness.
"Are you two blokes talking about me again?"
Rather than display any sense of embarrassment I gripped her forearms,
rocked back and forth a little bit, and pulled her even tighter to my
back. The feel of her hips pushing forward into my ass was risky, but
I liked the way she was getting more and more comfortable with me and
softly answered her.
"Yes we were, Aileen. Vince just told me that he wouldn't mind if I
teased you mercilessly if I wanted to."
I could almost feel her blush against my neck, but I certainly could
feel her shiver. She might not understand the full meaning of my joke,
but what I did include was enough to make her knickers wet, *if* she was
wearing any.
"He also said that I could put you in your place, so ... what place
would you like to be put in?"
Aileen wasn't the wilting flower that she might have wanted me to
believe, because she smacked my left forearm very earnestly and then
lobbed a lit bomb back into my lap.
"You're not man enough to take a randy Brit bird like me, Love. I'd
most likely scare that poor little Yank brain of yours if you ever got
a chance at my knickers, and I'd wear an old lad like you out before you
had a chance to have a go."
Vince just looked at me with a smirk on his face and began to plate some
of the food they'd gotten. He then shared something that had to have
been an invitation to roll his lovely wife in bed for an hour.
"She's got a foul mouth on her, that one. It's up to you, Mate, but I
wouldn't put up with it, personally."
"You wouldn't be upset if I put Aileen in her place, Vince?"
"Not at all! She needs to be reminded of her station in life more than
once in a week, so feel free to give her bum a nice warming if you're up
to it, Mate."
"You wouldn't mind, Vince? She might put up a fuss."
"Let her! As long as she's okay by the time we need to fly home you can
have at her any way you wish. Randy birds like her are often too much
for one man to handle, so it might be nice for the help."
Hannah was much more mature about the whole illicit affair than I
imagined, because she was cupping her mouth and giggling behind her
small hand the whole time. In order to keep either little girl from
being scared I thought it would be a good idea to warn them.
"Hannah, Bristol? You know we're just playing, right?"
Aileen's daughter was the only one to answer.
"Uh huh! I like it when my Mummy gets randy, 'cause I know my Dah's
gonna tickle and spank her until she's right again."
I tugged Aileen's right arm around my body a little bit and twisted my
head so I could barely see her out of the corner of my eye.
"Are you gonna give up on this one, or is there going to be another Yank
victory in a few minutes?"
"Ooooo ... cheeky monkey, ain't ya, Yank?"
"It's up to you, Sweetie. We can either call it a draw and eat lunch,
or I'll tickle you until you ask me to stop, and then I'll spank your
bare bum until you beg for mercy."
"Right! Like you'll ever be able to get *me* over your knees, Yank
bastard."
"Mercy, Lad! She's got right randy ever since you've been around her.
It looks like this is all your fault, so get to it, Yank!"
Aileen tried to hang on when I spun in place, but by twisting and
shifting backward at the same time I got her off balance and she let go
of my tummy. That allowed me to grab one and then her other hand as she
tried to regain her footing, and before she knew what was happening I'd
gripped both of her smaller wrists in one hand, tugged them over her
head, reached to her tummy, and began to tickle her wildly. Her squeals
were loud enough to tell me I'd gotten the better of her, but I wasn't
going to give up quite that easily.
Hannah and Bristol might have wanted to help my victim, but Vince got
them situated at the breakfast table with two small plates of food and
an equal number of drink glasses in front of them. The girls might not
have been able to help, but they did have an opportunity to giggle as I
tickled Aileen.
Each time my adult playmate tried to get away she worked her way further
away from the kitchen and much closer to my couch. I didn't know if it
was intentionally until I felt her pulling me as she fell backward.
That was my cue to tug her t-shirt up and land some supremely wicked
belly farts onto her soft skin. The fact that she chose to leave her
knickers off told me she wasn't nearly as intimidated by me, her
husband, or the girls' presence.
Aileen's squeals and giggles echoed through the house while Vince and
the girls ate lunch on the other side of the kitchen, the wall behind
the couch blocking them from seeing what I was doing, but my playmate's
repeated screeches and laughter easily filling the area.
To make our game a bit more 'randy' than just tickling I checked to see
if I'd have time and queried the woman's husband for his desires.
"You still okay with me wearing this one down, Vince?"
With a mouth full of food he chuckled and responded as I suspected he
might.
"Have at it, Mate! She's been randy and needs to learn respect."
My mouth was then placed onto her smooth belly, I munched and grumbled
into her soft skin as I had my younger playmates, and then my right hand
slipped up her thighs until my digits were cupped snugly over her mons.
At first Aileen resisted possibly thinking I was just going to tickle
her on her most sensitive spot, but she must have sensed what I was
trying to do because she cocked her knees out and granted me complete
and utter access. I could have tickled and masturbated her for about
ten minutes, but two seemed adequate enough. For the lovely blond to
shove her naked pussy into my hand and then buck repeatedly while she
was squealing proved that she succumbed to my wicked deed. Moments
later I released her and she took off to her bathroom.
When she returned she acted much more docile and meek, which I took as
her way of gaining access to me so I might be at *her* mercy, but rather
than try to attack me she leaned against my side as I sat down at the
table with my plate and drink glass and didn't move. I turned, reached
around her body, gave her a nice hug, and even kissed her nose. Aileen
smiled, hugged me back, and then hugged her husband. What she said next
must have been normal for them, but I was a little taken aback.
"Sorry, Vinny, but I really did get a bit randy with our American host.
I'll be a right bird from now on, okay?"
"That's fine, Buzzy. Have a sit and enjoy your food before it gets
cold."
"I'll just pop it into the micro for a sec or two. Anyone need
anything?"
Aileen was really pushing the submissive attitude, and to be honest I
wasn't sure if I liked it, especially because Vince was sucking it up
and feeling a bit prouder of himself than I thought he should be.
After she'd heated her food and took a spot between Vince and me she pat
my thigh under the table and whispered.
"You're better at that than I gave you credit for, Julian. But you
won't be cross with me if I had another go a bit later, would you?"
"No, Aileen, not at all. Sometimes mommies need to be tickled nearly as
much as their little girls."
Hannah couldn't help but giggle, and Bristol stared at me as if she
wanted to ask to be tickled in mere moments. She'd be tickled soon
enough, and I'd be sure to make her just as happy as Aileen.
After lunch was heartily consumed and all the dishes washed and put away
the five of us made our way to the patio. Vince was talked into playing
with the girls, and I was talked into sitting in my whirlpool tub with
Aileen. I knew she was up to something, but I wouldn't know what until
we were sitting neck deep in the swirling hot water. When she tugged on
one of my hands I knew what she wanted and leaned toward her.
"What, Angel?"
"Thanks, Julian. I really enjoyed that naughty cum you gave me whilst
we played. I hadn't had anything like that ever, and to be honest I owe
you a lot more than you realize."
"Oh, really? And what might I expect as payment for that debt, my
dear?"
"You can either have some innocent time with my little girl, or you
could do whatever you want with me after Vinny disappears and the girls
settle in for a nap."
She was pulled slightly closer until her ear was close to my mouth so I
could test the waters, so to speak.
"Are you sure you wanna give me that kind of latitude, Aileen? I might
want a lot more than you're willing to give or should be offering your
randy American host. Your husband would *not* be pleased with either of
us if he knew what we were thinking."
"Love ... even if you knocked me up I'd be the happiest girl alive,
whether my Vinny found out he wasn't the father or not."
I turned her to face me, held her head in my hands, and then looked deep
into her piercing gaze.
"Are you sure, Aileen? I don't have children of my own, but to know
that I had one ... even a British born child would be more than I could
ever ask for in my lifetime. This isn't something to joke about."
"I know, Love. I can tell you'd love to be a daddy, which is why I've
let you spend so much time with my little girl in so many, how should I
say, questionable positions."
My cock jumped, but I also felt it lose some of its vigor. Sure, Aileen
and Vince had seen me holding and even touching their daughter when the
tyke was completely clothed, only in her knickers, or completely buffed.
But to think they might know what my real intentions were took me back
a little bit, and I wasn't sure how to deal with it. Aileen shifted the
conversation back to her because of the potential that we might lose an
otherwise beneficial opportunity.
"Listen, Love ... let's not talk about my little one just yet. I was
hoping you'd want to take me on for a bit of randy fun."
"What kind of fun, Aileen?"
She turned toward the pool, checked on her husband and the girls, and
then blushed when she turned toward me.
"Please don't push me away, Julian. Just play along until Vinny gets
out of the pool, okay?"
"Sure."
She pushed me into one of the molded seats that was opposite hers,
lifted her legs over my thighs, shifted her ass forward, and then began
to extract my throbbing cock from inside my swim trunks. I never did a
thing and watched her face as she kept checking on her husband.
It took her a couple of minutes before I was fully in her grasp and we
were positioned correctly, but once she deemed us lined up slipped my
cock all the way into her teen-tight pussy and almost lost it
immediately.
There must have been something about my glans or penis that rubbed her
G-spot the right way, because Aileen almost immediately closed her eyes,
sucked both lips between her teeth, and began to grind her pussy really
hard onto my cock. I watched Vince play with Hannah and Bristol for
quite a while as Aileen fucked herself with my dick, her movements
completely hidden by the swirling water around us, and her whimpers and
mewls masked by the sound of the pump motor and bubbling water. I don't
know how many orgasms she had, but my British visitor was constantly
bucking and quivering the entire time we had sex.
Right in the middle of Aileen convulsing in lovely little tremors I
heard something that nearly stopped my heart.
"Dah ... I gotta wee."
"Right, Love. Out you get. What about you, Bristol?"
"I think I gotta pee too."
"Both of you out, then."
"Can you help me, Dah, 'cause my swimmers are tight."
"Alll-right! Let's dry off first."
After a minute of determined drying and both little girls cupping their
pussies with their small hands Vince shooed them inside the house.
"Back in a bit, you two."
"Right, Vince."
He never even took a peek inside the whirlpool to see what Aileen and I
were doing.
As soon as the patio door was closed and the three of them were headed
toward the hallway bathroom Aileen went into overdrive and began to
really stroke me hard. It might have looked and sounded as if she was
in pain, but her antics continued until she nearly folded herself in
half toward me and began to convulse very erratically. It was a truly
beautiful sight to see a woman fuck herself silly with my cock, and to
be honest I needed to reach to her naked hips and pound the young
mother, but I was sure I'd be right in the middle of cumming when Vince
poked his head out of the house and caught me in mid-stroke. It took a
lot more control than I thought I had, but I resisted having my own fun
until later, because I knew there *would* be a later.
A minute later both girls came running toward and then through the patio
door, but rather than approach Aileen and me they scampered toward my
pool and waited at the steps. Vince followed behind them no more than
ten feet, and once he was waist deep invited his playmates in.
"Alright you two, in ya get."
That's all the girls needed to start squealing and splashing all over
again.
As soon as the girls and her husband returned Aileen went back to her
slow and rhythmic fucking, her determined back and forth movements much
more satisfying to me than just a few minutes of mad lunges. Sure, I
could have had a nice cum or two, but just the feel of Aileen's tight
vagina around my cock and the way her pussy milked my dick with almost
surrealistic fanaticism made our union a much more satisfying event.
She kept up her undulations and convulsions for much longer than I
expected, and it was only the sun's position that hinted we'd spent more
than two hours having sex. I didn't want to do it, but we needed to
disconnect so we could relax and then take a swim.
Once she collected her thoughts Aileen asked her husband a potentially
troubling question.
"Vinny, Love?"
"Yes, Buzzy?"
"You think Julian's guest would be offended if I sported about without
my swimmers in the pool?"
Vince turned to the girls as they splashed in the shallow end of the
pool and spoke to them very seriously.
"Girls, would you be cross if Mummy splashed about without her bathers
on? If you're upset by it then she won't."
Bristol turned to Hannah and asked for clarification.
"What's bathers, Hannah?"
"Her swimmers ... swimsuit."
"OH! Then your mommy is gonna take all her clothes off and go swimming
with us?"
"Only if you don't tell nobody, Bristol. People in England and Spain
and France go swimming without no clothes all the time at the beach, but
American people don't do that. Would you tell anybody if my Mum takes
her swimmers off and comes to splash with us?"
Bristol turned completely around, looked into my eyes, and then revealed
a side to our relationship that surprised me.
"Can Uncle Julian come be with me so I'm not scared?"
All I had to do was smile and softly answer her.
"Sure, Honey. I'll come be with you so you're not scared."
Bristol turned back to Hannah and with a bit less confidence than she
might have if I was standing or sitting next to her finally answered.
"Your mommy can take all her clothes off if she wants to, Hannah. I
promise I won't tell nobody ... even my mommy."
It took a minute for me to tuck my still hard cock far enough between my
legs and inside my swim trunks as I could so I didn't leave the
whirlpool with a six inch head-start. Once both Aileen and I were up
and out we made our way to the pool, stepped into the much cooler water,
and melted into the almost sky-blue liquid. As soon as I was far enough
under so my chest was half immersed Bristol came up to me, nestled into
my lap, and stuffed her left thumb into her mouth. She really did look
scared, so I decided to give Aileen and Vince some privacy.
"Would you like to go take a bath, Bristol? You could play with the
markers if you wanted to."
"Really? I could?"
"Uh huh."
Hannah displayed an expression of disappointment for a moment, but then
sidled her way next to my side opposite her younger friend's face and
wrapped her left arm around my neck.
"Uncle Julian?"
"Uh huh?"
"Can I take a bath with Bristol? I wanna play with your bathtub markers
too."
"As long as your Mum and Dah say it's okay, then I don't mind at all."
"Mummy? Dah?"
"Sure, Love. Go play with your friend and get cleaned up. After that
we'll get something to eat and sit for a bit."
Since we hadn't discussed dinner I thought it might be a nice change to
have something delivered.
"How about pizza, Vince ... Aileen?"
"Mmmmm. That sounds lovely. Do they make good ones here in America?"
"I'd rather think so. I tell you what. I'll have something delivered
after these two are all cleaned up, and if it isn't as good as I say it
is then I'll let either Aileen or my girls tickle me as much as they
want to. Sound okay?"
All three girls' eyes got wide, their smiles nearly broke their faces,
and they looked at Vince for confirmation.
"You know, Mate, I'd love to see you wet your britches. You're on!"
"Okay, girls. Let's get you out so I can dry you. After that we'll
take your swimsuits off in the laundry room so I can wash them. They've
had enough chlorine in them over the last few days to mess them up if
we're not careful."
"Come on, Bristol! Let's go play some more."
"Yeah!"
"See you two in about an hour."
Moments after I did my best to remove as much pool water as I could I
gently tapped on the girls' bums and then spoke to my adult couple as I
walked through the patio door.
"Don't do anything that *I* wouldn't do."
I could almost see Vince's leer.
Instead of an hour of wild sex with two preschoolers I let them play
with the markers and kept my hands out of most activities. I got to
touch and fondle both of them whenever I wanted to, but for the most
part I let them just be little girls. After they were out and dry,
however, my hands were either holding a brush to straighten their hair
or cupping their nude vulvas, asses, and small titties. For Bristol to
work at least two of her small digits along the leg of my trunks was all
the hint I needed to give her access, so I made sure the bathroom door
was locked, lowered my swim trunks, and let both of them touch and play
with me for a few minutes.
My girls were the perfect height, since I could stand straight up and
their mouths fit flawlessly onto my erect cock as they stationed
themselves in front of my near-naked body. They both kept taking turns
on my dick, licking, kissing, sucking, and even some deft attempts at
deep-throating me. Hannah was going to be a supremely talented cum slut
when she got older, and I felt a little guilty about getting her started
on her way to being a little Brit whore. What Bristol didn't have in
talent she made up for in enthusiasm, her desire to make me feel good so
strong she kept looking up into my face as she small mouth shifted back
and forth over my erect penis. They both looked so precious as they
fellated me, and they'd soon get their reward from my talented tongue.
The pizza was just as good as I'd hoped, and all of my guests' tummies
were sated and my tummy untickled by my female crew. After Aileen and
Vince settled onto the love seat with their fourth beers wearing very
little I snuggled with my two little playmates in their panties. I
could have hinted that my British guests could undress completely, but
Bristol was the wild card in the bunch and still too much of a risk.
Both of my girls were asleep by the time Vince claimed defeat and ambled
off to bed.
"That's it, Mate. I'm off."
"Had enough, then?"
"Yeah. I'd like to spend a few days touring a few more spots in the
area, and if you're still game I'll leave my girls with you for a few
days. You okay with it, Lad?"
"Sure! Take your time, have a nice visit, and if you need anything
don't hesitate to call. When will you be leaving?"
"If it's okay with you, after I take Andrea to work on the morrow first
thing I'll keep on driving."
"You really don't mind chauffeuring her around, Vince?"
"No worries, Lad. It's the least I can do, and besides, she's taken a
liking to me."
"Wonderful! Then that makes us even, because I'm starting to take a
shine to your Brit bird."
"It would be kinda nice to swap for a bit, wouldn't it?"
"Well ... since I don't control Andrea's future you'll have to work that
out on your own."
"So ... no help from you, then?"
"Nope! That's your challenge, Vince."
"Right! You take care of my Buzzy and I'll venture off with Andrea,
then. I'm sure your house will be plenty randy in the morning, then."
"Yeah. I wish."
"Nite, then."
"G'nite, Vince."
Aileen kept looking at me instead of her husband, and I wasn't really
sure if she liked the idea of her husband taking Andrea to bed or not.
It was only after Vince was gone that Aileen checked to see if my girls
were awake or asleep.
"You wanna put them down for the night, Julian?"
Since my girls were snuggled tight to my body and my hands were lightly
stroking their thighs or tiny breasts I almost refused, but the way
Aileen looked and the way she was acting I could tell I might get more
than a small breast and tiny nipple to play with.
"Good idea. Would you like to help, or should I take care of them?"
"Would you mind if I did? I haven't had much of a chance to tend to my
little girl in a little while."
"Sorry, Aileen. I guess I *have* been monopolizing her time, huh?"
"Oh, I don't mind, Julian. It's just that I'd like to see how you work
your magic on them so I can know how to dominate you."
We exchanged lewd grins and wicked glances, her hint to have me to
herself so clear I was sure my couch would be very warm in thirty
minutes time.
My girls were taken to the potty, Aileen watched me hold and wipe both
girls, I kissed my preschool lovers on the lips after I lay them down,
and then let her do the same. Once they were covered up to their chins
under a sheet and coverlet both Aileen and I turned my bedroom light
off and closed the door. We hadn't even gotten two feet past the
bedroom door where her husband was most likely sleeping before my hand
slipped up under her t-shirt and began to softly caress her bare ass.
Since we might make too much noise or be seen on the couch we both
decided to spend a little more time in my whirlpool tub. After we got
a couple of towels we turned all the lights in the house off except for
one that would afford us an opportunity to see if someone was walking
out of the hall and toward the patio. It was a crude warning method,
but it would work in a pinch.
We hadn't been in the toasty warm water for more than a minute before
Aileen reached to my hips, pushed my swim trunks down, and then mounted
me. I held nothing back and pulled her naked body tight to mine.
For the next hour we repeated what we had before, a long and loving
series of slow fucking that kept my British guest cumming over and over
again. It was only her whimpered whisper into one ear that told me
everything I wanted to know.
"Damn, Yank! I love the way you fuck. I could stroke my cunt with that
lovely American cock of yours like this all night. It does something to
me that I can't even describe, except to say I need you inside me for as
long as I can get you."
"After I bring Andrea home we'll spend as much time out here tonight as
you'd like, Baby. The sensation of your tight pussy has got me so hot
and excited I could take you away from your husband in a heartbeat. I
know I shouldn't think that way because it would destroy Hannah, but I
can dream, can't I?"
"Truly, Julian? If you could you'd steal me away from England and keep
me all for yourself?"
"In a heartbeat, Angel. I just know it would ruin your little girl's
life, though, and I can't live with that kind of burden."
Aileen stopped thrusting onto my cock and just looked deeply into my
eyes, something hidden in her stare that I might never know about.
I'd said something to her that changed her mood considerably, because
for the next half hour my younger lover didn't seem to want our bond.
She might have enjoyed the sensation of my cock inside her vagina, but
she didn't use me like some male whore. It was only the sound of my
cell phone ringing that broke the haze of lust and contemplation.
"Hello?"
"Julian?"
"Hi, Andrea. Getting off early?"
"No, I just wanted to make sure you were going to be able to pick me up
again."
"Sure, Honey. I was planning on leaving in less than an hour."
Her silence bothered me, so I asked her another question.
"You okay, Andrea?"
"You're being so good to me and Bristol, Julian. I don't deserve so
much kindness."
"Nonsense! Never say a thing like that, Andrea. You deserve every bit
of kindness and more, because you've had it rough and I'm determined to
see to it you have an easier way of it soon enough."
"Oh Julian."
"You'll be okay, Sweetie. I'll see you in about forty five minutes."
"Okay."
"Bye."
"Bye, Julian."
Click.
"She's really in trouble, isn't she?"
"Her husband left her, she's got a little girl to raise by herself,
doesn't have many skills to help her get a good job, lost all her
possessions in an apartment fire, and is struggling to see herself as
something more than fodder for other people to take advantage of. I
have no desire to hurt or see other people hurt her, so I've taken it
upon myself to be her hero."
Aileen hesitated for a few moments, rocked her hips forward a few times,
reinvigorated that wonderful tingle in my dick, and then whispered into
my left ear.
"Does she mean something to you, Julian? Please be honest."
I took Aileen's head in both hands, leaned her back slightly, stared
into her eyes, and then spoke directly into her mouth.
"Baby ... she's nothing more than a lady in trouble and I'm nothing more
than a good Samaritan. There's nothing between us emotionally and
physically, so if you're the least bit jealous then you can feel at
ease. I'm more fascinated with you than you might be aware of, and to
be honest I'm having a harder time each day wanting to let Vince take
you back to England. I know I shouldn't think like that, but you've
stolen my heart and I'm not about to lie about it."
Less than a second later Aileen engulfed me in an embrace that took my
breath away, literally. Her grip around my body was so tight it
actually hurt, but it also felt strangely comforting, because there was
something not being said that might change my life yet again.
Could Vince and Aileen be having marital problems? Could they be on the
verge of a divorce, and their trip to America was supposed to test
whether their decision was correct or not?
I waited for quite a while, but Aileen just hung on and refused to let
me see her face. It was only the alarm on my cell phone reminding me
that I needed to get dried up and dressed that broke our embrace. My
hand took her chin, I brought her lips to mine, and we kissed tenderly
for a minute. Words then spilled from my lips that should have made my
lovely blond guest happier.
"If you'd like to meet me back here after Andrea goes to bed then we can
spend another few hours either talking ... or fucking."
"Randy Yank! You know I wanna fuck your lights out."
"Then I guess we'll be watching the sun come up, won't we?"
"Damn, I'm so horny I don't wanna let you go."
"I'll be back, Baby. I promise."
"Alright, then. Go bring your guest home, shoo her off to bed, and then
come get me."
"Hey, I'm not about to go walking into your bedroom with Vince in
there."
"Silly, bugger. I'm gonna be in *your* bed with your girlfriends."
"OH! Okay. That way I won't have to worry about any other man trying
to have their way with either of my fantasy lovers."
"Bastard! You Yank perverts are all alike."
"Give me a nice hard thrust, Angel, so I can give you something to
remember me by."
The moment she pushed into me I held her by the hips and jackhammered
into her tight pussy in a wild series of fast lunges. Her whimper was
all I needed to hear, so I found that tender spot inside her vagina and
pounded her until she orgasmed. I could have joined her, but it would
have taken me a bit longer to get us and the whirlpool tub cleaned up.
Andrea wasn't smiling when I drove up, but her hands were filled with
two huge white bags of what I knew to be great tasting food. Once she
was in my car and belted I waited for her to say something. Her silence
told me more than I wanted to hear, so I had to coax her to speak.
"What is it, Andrea? What's wrong?"
For her to start crying into her hands wasn't a good sign.
"I need to go see my sister for a little while."
For her to tell me that she needed to travel to her sister's house for a
while led me to believe she had other plans that didn't involve me
taking care of her little girl.
"Where's your sister?"
"Chicago."
"Nice place. Will I ever see you again?"
When she turned to face me I thought for sure she was going to either
slap the Hell out of me or fall faint.
"Why would you think I ... "
"It's just an assumption. Now that you've got some nice new things that
I bought and paid for you might think it would be a great idea to start
a new life closer to your sister."
She just sat there and stared at me with her mouth agape and eyes wide
open. I might have been clueless at times in my life, but I could
almost smell a blizzard in July from a mile off. I'd hoped Andrea's
intentions weren't what I assumed, but I had to prepare myself.
"No, Julian! You've been so kind to me and Bristol that I couldn't do
something like that."
"It's okay, Sweetie. I knew it couldn't last for very long. It might
have been nice to pretend to be a daddy for a little while, but to
expect you to let me act like Bristol's parent for any longer than
necessary was a bit of a wild fantasy."
"Okay, look, Julian. I'm only gonna be taking a few things with me so
I can look for another job. My sister has finally convinced me to come
home and stay with her and her family. Yes, it might allow me to start
my life over again, but I'm not trying to run out on you after all the
wonderful things you've done. I just need to ... "
"Don't worry about it, Andrea. Heroes don't get to live happily ever
after all the time. I'm just glad I was able to help you and your
darling little girl as long as I could. I would have felt horrible if
something would have happened to Bristol when she was at the park."
She sat there not moving or saying a word for a minute or two, most
likely remembering what I'd done the first day we met. When she began
to speak again her voice was a bit more confident but still tinged with
an air of submissiveness.
"Julian?"
"Yes?"
"Would you take care of my baby until I get back?"
I actually felt a surge of electricity burst through my chest. It was
a sensation that revitalized my energy enough for me to reach across the
seat and squeeze Andrea's hand tenderly.
"Thank you, Andrea. I really appreciate your letting me host Bristol
like that. I guess you could see how lonely I'd be without her after
Vince and Aileen take Hannah back to England."
"Yeah. You do seem to brighten up when those two are around."
"When will you be leaving, Andrea?"
"Well ... "
"You need to leave really soon, don't you?"
"Yeah."
"I don't suppose you've got a way there or back either, do you?"
Her stuttering sobs would have been enough of an answer, but she tried
to speak at the same time and confirmed my suspicions.
"No-ho-ho-ho!"
"Let me work out some details and then I'll take you to the airport,
okay? I think I'd rather you arrive in a few hours rather than a few
days, so I'll book a ticket on one of the nicer airlines. That way you
won't be forced to ride on some crowded and smelly bus."
By the time I turned my car into the driveway we were both ready to let
off some steam and relax, but for very different reasons and in uniquely
appropriate locations.
Since Andrea had eaten earlier and was genuinely exhausted after a long
day we exchanged evening salutations and she disappeared into her
borrowed bedroom. A few minutes later she ventured into the hall
bathroom, and while she was busy in there I remained in the kitchen.
Just finding enough room for all the food she brought was enough to keep
me busy for a while. Her whisper from the hallway confirmed that she
was finished for the day.
"Good night, Julian."
"Nite, Andrea. By the way, Vince is gonna take you to work in the
morning again, okay?"
"You have such wonderful friends, Julian. Thank you."
"Be sure to have some coffee, breakfast, and make your lunch if I'm not
up yet, and try not to worry so much. Everything will be fine, I
promise."
"I wish I could believe you, Julian. Good night."
"Nite."
Waiting for her to go to sleep was like my trying to sneak out of my
parents' house when I was a teenager with the hots for a girl down the
street. As it turned out I had the hots for another man's wife, and she
was waiting for me on my bed. Had she known that I also had the hots
for her daughter and her four year old friend I wouldn't have made it
through the night.
I felt like a thief in my own house as I tip-toed down the hall and
entered my bedroom. There was just enough light coming in from the
master bathroom nightlight that Aileen had turned on for me to see the
young mother lying behind Hannah. Rather than call out to her I made my
way to the bathroom, closed the door, masturbated for a minute, went
pee, flushed the commode, and then prepared myself to what I expected
would be Aileen sleeping soundly where I wanted to. If my former luck
was running as it normally did I'd have to sleep on the couch or in my
extra bedroom, because I didn't want Vince to find Aileen and me on the
same bed.
After I flipped the light off and let my eyes grow accustomed to the
darkness I slowly turned the knob on the door and pulled it open. As
soon as I was able to see through the open doorway I saw Aileen standing
mere inches from my nose and smiling at me.
"You didn't think I was gonna forget, did you Julian?"
As soon as she saw my grin she leaned forward and gave me a hug. A
mixture of emotions washed through me at that moment, and I hungered for
a very different kind of life in an instant. After I placed a couple of
kisses on her forehead I whispered into her soft blond hair.
"You looked so comfortable in bed with your little girl that I was
afraid you might have fallen asleep. I wan't about to wake you, and I'd
figured my butt would be relocated to my couch."
"Not likely, Yank. I told you I need that lovely ... why don't we take
this conversation outside?"
"Good idea."
Just as we had before Aileen and I stepped into the whirlpool tub naked
and then came together as if we'd always been lovers. But with nobody
able to see and unlikely to disturb us she tilted her head slightly and
planted her crimson bee-stung lips onto mine.
In the darkness of my patio and with the droning of the pump motor as
our backdrop we fucked, kissed, and caressed each other's bodies for
some untold number of minutes. Playing with her small breasts and
rolling her erect nipples around was a far cry from fondling her little
girl's developing titties, but I eagerly cupped and caressed her petite
development like a teen boy on his first backseat date.
Aileen seemed almost hypnotized by my constant and sedate stroking of
her vagina, her thighs quivering, and her abdomen twitching almost
constantly. She was indeed having a good time, because on more than one
occasion she'd grip me really hard with both arms, stutter and convulse
for a minute or so, and then push her Mons Veneris hard against my pubic
bone. For her clitoris to feel that kind of abuse must have been
torturous for her, because from what I could tell Vince never took his
time nor did he make sure his lover was *really* satisfied before he
was. Sure, he gave her a few really wicked cums in front of me, but
I wasn't sure he wanted her to have them or because he was showing
off to me.
"Joo-Joo-Julian! Slow down, Love!"
It felt good to hear a woman finally tell me that, because I'd only
heard that when I was absentmindedly having anal sex with Hannah the
week before in my sleep.
"Sorry, Kitten. Did I hurt you?"
"Sweet mercy, no! I just can't take more for a bit. Don't take it out,
but don't fuck me so nicely for a few minutes, okay?"
"So ... I fuck pretty well, huh?"
"Damn you, Yank! Don't get cheeky and a big head about it."
All it took was a single inward lunge for me to hit her sweet spot, and
then for her to grunt in exquisite pain.
"Unnnngg!"
"What were you saying ... Love?"
"Fucking, bastard! Alright! You're the best lover I've ever had, okay?
Do you feel better now, Yank?"
"To be honest, Aileen, I'm not trying to win any contests. All I want
is for you to feel very sexy and have as many cums as you can."
"Blimey! What do you think I've been doing for the last few hours?"
"Oh! So, you like the way that feels?"
She got quiet for a moment and then whispered into my ear.
"Julian, why are you teasing me so? If you can't tell I'm having the
best sex of my life, then ... "
"I'm sorry, Kitten. I'm not trying to mock you, honest. To be fair I
haven't exactly had a lot of practice being a good lover in quite a few
years, so any games I might play aren't meant to be irreverent, but to
dissuade you from thinking ... to try to ... awww, Hell! You have me at
a tremendous disadvantage, Aileen. I'm falling in love with you, and I
know I shouldn't."
Aileen again wrapped her arms as tightly around me as she could and
began to softly cry. There was something buried deep in her heart, and
unless I found out what it was I was going to be making her cry all
night long, and I didn't want to do that.
"Come on, Angel. Don't cry, please?"
Nothing I said or did seemed to have any effect on her for quite a
while, so my only recourse was to hold her, fuck her slowly, play with
her body in any manner I wished, and eventually kiss her when she
stopped crying. It was only quite a while later that she finally
whispered into my ear.
"Julian ... please don't let my daughter take you away from me."
"WHAT!?!"
"I know you love my little girl, but I beg of you ... don't let your
desire to be with me like this only be because of your need to be with
her."
"Aileen! What are you saying?"
"I know you've ... you and Hannah ... you've loved her. I'm not angry
about that at all, in spite of what our society and yours says about men
and little girls having intimate relationships."
"You ... you're not angry?"
"No. I probably should be, but I can't be at all. You're just such a
wonderful man, and you've treated my daughter so tenderly that she
doesn't have the least fear of being alone with you in the most intimate
and private way. You see ... I had a handsome older lover when I was a
little girl, except I wasn't nearly as young as Hannah is."
"How old were you?"
"Nine."
"How old was he?"
"Forty six."
"Did you ... were you intimate?"
"Yes."
"At what age?"
"The same age when we met. You see, he was my swimming instructor, and
I fell in love with him almost as quickly as Hannah has fallen for you,
except he didn't have as easy a time of getting me out of my bathers as
you did with Hannah's knickers."
"Why not?"
"We never had a chance to be alone until he grew brave enough to invite
me by his place. We kept looking at each other like lovers at the pool
and he even touched my bum and nipples outside my bathers a few times,
but he never got his hands between my legs until I was standing in his
apartment after we were dismissed early one afternoon."
"Did you have sex the first time you were alone?"
"No, but I wished I could. All we did was kiss and touch for a long
time, until he asked me rather timidly if he could kiss my pleasure
button. Once he had his face between my thighs that's where he stayed
for quite a while. Almost every time I snuck over to his apartment the
first thing I'd do is work my knickers down and tug his face between my
thighs so he could please me."
"Was he good at it?"
"Not really, but he got better with practice."
"Had he been with other little girls before you?"
"Yeah. After we'd been intimate for two months and I let him touch me
and way he wished I found out he'd been in gaol in some South American
country for having sex with a minor, and she was the only one who
complained and got him caught."
"How many, then?"
"He only told me about fifteen girls between eleven and sixteen. I'm
sure there were more and even younger girls in his bed before me, but he
wasn't very open about his past in that way."
"I imagine not."
Aileen hesitated again and once she'd gathered her thoughts she looked
me right in the eyes and shared more than I could have imagined.
"You know that you remind me of him, don't you, Julian?"
"No, I didn't. How?"
"The way you act, the way you treat me, the way you treat Hannah, the
way you're so slow and careful about the way your fingers touch me, and
that damned cruel but loving way you go so hideously slowly when you
tongue or fuck me."
"How completely do I remind you of him, Angel?"
"So absolutely that I could easily call you by his name and remember so
many wonderful days of my girlhood."
"What was his name, Baby?"
"Paul."
"How would you feel about calling me by his name, Angel?"
"Not yet, Pahh ... Julian. I want to, but so much has happened too
quickly, and I need to be sure we can handle it."
"We ... or you?"
"Just ... give me a little more time, Love, okay?"
"Okay, Baby."
She got quiet for a minute, and when she began to speak it was almost as
if in a whisper.
"Julian?"
"Yes?"
"Please don't hurt my baby."
Calling Aileen 'Baby' might have triggered her thought, or maybe it was
more, so I chose to address her a bit more formally instead.
"I'm not going to hurt her, Aileen. The only thing that's truly going
to hurt my little lover is when you and Vince take her away from me and
go back to England. I know it's going to be rough on her, but I can't
think of a way to ease that pain unless I promise her she can come back
as often as she wants. Hell, I've even considered offering to pay for
her plane ticket."
"You would, wouldn't you?"
"The way I feel about her right now ... I think so."
"So, it's true then."
"What's that?"
"You prefer her more than me."
I held her head in my hands, tilted it back so her face was in line with
mine, waited until she stared into my gaze, and then spoke words into
her mouth that were sure to get me killed.
"Kitten ... if I had my way I'd have both of you. The problem is you're
married to Vince and about to go back home. If reality were somehow
different and I could talk you into staying with me I'd eagerly have you
as my wife and Hannah as my lovely daughter."
"Who would you take to bed every night?"
Her question might have normally shocked the Hell out of me, but by that
time in our relationship I'd begun to accept some rather strange
surprises.
"I'd kind of leave that up to my wife and daughter, Kitten. If you're
as open-minded as I think you are I can't imagine you'd be angry about
all three of us sleeping together, at least until Hannah grows up enough
to want a boy her own age."
"Are you bold enough to ... to ... to fuck her with me right there?"
I looked as hard as I could into her eyes hoping she was the woman I'd
always dreamed I'd find. We shifted our eyes back and forth from our
left to our right, trying to see what an alternate reality could hold
for us as lovers and a family. With nothing forthcoming I had to answer
her as honestly as I could. Fortunately I knew to be sure before I said
anything that would get me thrown into jail.
"Would you let me, Aileen? Would you let me have sex with your little
girl and not go absolutely crazy with rage?"
She never took her eyes away from mine and answered even before the last
few words were captured by her ears.
"Yes I would, but only if you also loved me just as much."
The secret I'd suspected was hiding deep inside her brain wasn't what I
anticipated, but I knew what to do about it since I'd learned what might
have been a set of fond memories for her.
"You want to relive that wonderful time in your girlhood, don't you?"
Her hips shot forward slightly, and I could tell she had yet more
baggage to unload.
"Oh, God, yes! Just thinking about what it looked like ... what it
looks like for you and my little girl to be ... to ... to be fucking has
got me so randy I'm almost ... mmmmmmm!"
All it took were a few forward lunges into her vagina for Aileen to
start bucking again, her body wracked with an intense series of spasms
that grew to wild thrusts. What I suspected about my mature lover could
destroy her if anyone found out, but I had to know. I pressed my mouth
to her left ear and whispered softly.
"Do you love little girls too, Aileen? Would you like to have your
randy fingers and wicked tongue on a permissive little angel for a
nice little while?"
"Nuuuuuhhhhh!!! Damn you, Yank ... yuh - yuh - yessss!!!"
"Tell me what you want, Sweetie. Tell me what you secret passion is."
"I - I - I've wanted to have my little girl ever since she was born."
"And what would you like to do with her?"
"Touch her ... and lick her ... and ... "
"What, Kitten? Tell me."
"NO! You'll think me sick."
"No I won't. Come on, tell me."
"Oh, Julian. I've never told anyone this before."
"And you'll never tell anyone again. Come on, Kitten. Tell me."
"I'd want ... to ... to help a man fuck my little girl so I can remember
what it was like when my lover fucked me."
The way she blurted it out Aileen must have been fighting herself for
years to hold it inside. It might have been a mental catharsis that
would eventually hurt either Aileen or Hannah, but I knew not to use
that information to her detriment even if it was to my advantage.
Thankfully I was there to help guide both of them through that difficult
time, and my admissions might indeed get me either locked up or killed.
The only smart thing for me to do was risk it all and tempt fate.
"What if a man has already loved your little girl, and would eagerly
invite her mommy to be with them so she could have a nice time
remembering her own handsome and randy older lover?"
"Yuh - yuh - yuh ... "
Aileen was in so much mental turmoil that she couldn't even speak, but
her repeated thrusts onto my cock told me that she might like to do a
little role playing to remember a time when she was just nine and being
fucked my her own pedophile lover. All it took were a few forward
lunges of my own to steal the last of her focus so I could turn her into
my very own playmate, to mold in any way I wished.
"You're with your randy swimming instructor, Baby, and he's got his
wicked cock inside your bald preteen pussy. What does it feel like for
an older man ... for Paul to be fucking you, Angel? Do you like it?"
"Mmmmmmmm!!! Ohhh, Paul."
"Come on, Love. Tell your dirty old lover what you want him to do.
Tell him if you like to feel his nasty mature cock inside your baby
pussy for hour after hour. Ask him what he wants you to do, Sugar. Beg
him to do all sorts of wicked and evil things to your underage and
barely developed body."
To heighten her arousal I lightly flicked her erect nipples and cupped
her small breasts with one hand while I tickled her ass with the tips of
my other fingers and repeatedly thrust into her body until Aileen began
to jump in genuine pain.
When she finally began to speak it was highly subdued, her voice
trembled, and she spoke in a tone that mimicked a very young girl.
"Dah - Dah - Daddy?"
Finally! Rather than call me by her fantasy lover's real name she
seemed to need to address me in the same wicked role as she had her
mature male lover from so many years before.
"What, Kitten? What do you want Daddy to do to you?"
She almost started to cry, but a perfectly timed thrust into her tight
pussy over her G-spot was enough to keep her focused.
"Fuh - fuck me, Daddy."
"Feel me inside your tight pussy, Baby. Can you feel it?"
A high-pitched and continuous whine slowly escaped her nose while
Aileen's face began to contort and change with a wide display of
emotions.
"Yes, Daddy. I feel it."
"Does it feel good, Baby? Do you like Daddy's cock inside your preteen
pussy? Tell me."
Aileen succumbed to yet another orgasm, one that seemed to rob her of
every measure of mental control and physical strength. In order to make
her feel better I kept whispering into her ear and thrusting into her
nicely tight vagina.
"Oh, it feels so good to fuck such a little girl like this. I could
fuck my little preteen baby every single day for the rest of my life.
Your small titties and bald cunny are so delicious and soft that I could
have you walk around my house all day long wearing absolutely nothing.
You better watch out, Little One, because if I ever get to keep you I'm
going to be sexing and molesting you every possible minute. Do you like
the idea of a dirty old man doing wicked things to your little girl
body, Angel? Does it make you feel randy and naughty?"
Aileen must have been completely absorbed in her mental adventure and
seemed beyond hypnotized. She tucked her hands against her collarbones
and leaned into me as if to surrender, her head tilted down slightly in
timidity or submissiveness, and her capitulation so complete she relaxed
her body to grant her older lover any desire. It took her a minute or
two for her secret fantasy to emerge, and when it did I almost cried out
in rapturous joy, because her voice took on the timbre of a preteen.
"You may do as you wish with me, Daddy, because I'll be your only lover
and loyal little girl."
"And what would my little girl like for her Daddy to do right now?"
"Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me all night."
"Then you must help me, Kitten, because your Daddy needs to see how much
you love him too. Be sure to show your Daddy that your tight preteen
pussy needs to be fucked every day all day long. Come now, be a love
and fuck your Daddy good."
Aileen looked me right in the eyes, but kept her face tilted down a
little bit as if in submission. She looked so precious I actually could
see a nine year old in her expression and demeanor. But it was what she
did a few moments later that proved I was going to most likely steal
another man's wife from him.
She slipped her hands down my body, gripped my hips, and then began to
lunge back and forth onto my cock while she stared into my face and
sucked her bottom lip between her teeth. It felt so good I was losing
my battle of control and felt the tingle that would soon render me
completely worthless. The only way to be the dominant party in our
pretend game of lurid underage sex was to bring Aileen down a little bit
more. All I had to do was twist my hips slightly so the tip of my cock
repeatedly hit her G-spot when she fucked herself onto me.
It was a perfect move, because with each jab her mouth opened wider and
her movements became less and less predictable. She was eventually so
bound by her fantasy that her gyrations became less frequent and very
unusual. At the moment of climax she went rigid, hugged me as tight as
she could, and I painted her vaginal walls with every measure of my
manhood. Her head fell to the side and her body went completely limp a
few seconds later.
Even after she'd fainted her vagina kept milking my cock, and I had no
desire to make a mess of the water in the whirlpool, so I kept us bound
together for as long as possible. I might never be able to repeat my
adventure, but certainly pushed it to a virtuoso performance that one
time.
It wasn't easy to get us both out of the whirlpool without making a
supreme mess of the water, but with lots of determination and effort far
beyond anything I'd ever accomplished before I was able to get Aileen
out of the whirlpool. I dried her enough so she didn't leave a trail of
water all the way through the living room and then into the hall
bathroom and onto the commode before she left a white slimy trail down
along the inside of her legs and possibly on the floor too.
She peed, was tended to, cleaned, wiped, licked, and treated with the
same nasty passion that I'd used with her five year old daughter and my
four year old guest. Wearing only her t-shirt I tucked Aileen into my
bed right behind her little girl.
Bristol was then lifted from the bed, taken to my master bathroom potty,
allowed to empty her small bladder, wiped, licked, fondled, dressed in
her small panties, and then returned to bed.
Hannah was lifted away from her mother's sleeping grasp, treated the
same as Bristol, and then returned to her mother's embrace. My working
Aileen's left hand inside Hannah's knickers and the woman's middle
finger between the child's nether lips might not have been a good idea,
because Hannah didn't know her mommy wanted to touch her like that, yet.
But when the five year old cocked her leg out slightly to grant her
bedtime playmate more room I figured it might be okay.
A minute later I was lying on a chaise lounge on my patio and smiling.
The sky was starting to lightly a little bit toward the east, so the sun
would be rising in about an hour or so. I fell asleep in my swim trunks
and was happier than I could have imagined.
The warmth of the sun along my body a couple of hours later was just
enough to get me moving, so I went back inside my house, saw a note on
the counter, and read it.
[Mate, I'm off to tour the countryside. I'm taking Andrea to work so no
worries about her day. We had breakfast together, I helped her pack a
lunch, and we're off. Have a good time with my Buzzy, but don't let her
run you ragged. She can be a randy bird, so keep her in line.]
I checked both bedrooms and sure enough the beds were made, everything
neatly back where it was before they arrived, and then the garage
checked for Vince's car. Mine was the only vehicle in there, so we were
finally alone. I was tired, but anxious to stay awake for more fun.
The first thing I did was take Bristol to the potty. She went pee, I
dabbed her dry, she was fondled, molested, and then licked. The silly
thing never even woke up by the time I put her back in bed. Hannah was
almost as unresponsive as her younger friend, until I had my face tucked
neatly between her fuller thighs. My first little girlfriend seemed
anxious for me to lick her, because her small hands were locked hard
around the back of my head much sooner than I'd anticipated. Of course,
I wouldn't need to stop having oral sex with her too soon because her
father was gone, her new friend's mother was gone, and her own mommy had
finally turned the corner and would be much more an ally than ever
before.
By the time my five year old playmate had a nice little orgasm she was
spent and let my head go. She then began to speak in whispered tones
that hinted of yet more secrets.
"Uh - Uh - Uncle Julian?"
"Yes, Kitten?"
"How come my Mum was sleeping with me?"
"We talked for a long time last night and she wanted to be with her
little girl for a while. She said she hasn't had much of a chance to be
with you, so I thought it would be a good idea for her to sleep with you
and Bristol."
"Uncle Julian?"
"Uh huh?"
"If I told you something would you be cross with me?"
"No, Sweetie, I won't be cross."
"Uncle Julian?"
"Yes?"
"My Mum had her hand inside my knickers when I woke up this one time,
and she was giving me some tickles like you do when we're in bed."
"Really? And how did it feel, Angel?"
"Well ... please don't be cross, Uncle Julian!"
"I won't, Honey. Tell me."
"It felt kinda nice, but a tiny bit queer."
"Why did it feel queer, Angel?"
"Because my Mum never rubbed my tingle bump before, but it felt like she
wanted to rub it a whole bunch last night, and I really started to like
it. I just don't know if I should tell her."
"Why not?"
"Because she might be cross with me for wanting to be randy like that."
"I don't think so, Honey. If your mommy put her hand inside your
knickers like that it might mean that she wants to give you nice tingles
like Bristol and I do. Do you like to get lots of nice tingles from
your friend and me, Angel?"
"Oh, yeah!"
"And which tingles do you like the best?"
"I guess yours, Uncle Julian."
"You don't like your mommy's tingles better than mine?"
"Not yet. I guess if she rubs me a whole lot more and gives me lots
more tingles it might feel better."
"Would you like to see if your mommy can give you lots better tingles
than last night?"
"She won't be cross?"
"No, Sweetie. She won't be cross. Why don't we get you back into bed,
but this time we'll keep your knickers off so she can touch you super
easy. If you really like it then you can put your hand between her legs
and give her a nice tingle too just like you give Bristol."
"REALLY? I can do that?"
"If you want to, but only if you like it and it feels good."
"Then ... what about *you*, Uncle Julian?"
"What about me, Angel?"
"Aren't you gonna give me lots of tingles no more?"
"If you want me to I will."
"And what about when I want you to do the licking game with me?"
"I can still do that, Angel."
"And what if I wanna play the mommy and daddy game? Can we still do
that after I touch my Mum in her tingle place?"
"Of course we can, Sugar. Just let your mommy help you decide when
you'd like me to give you lots of love and practice the mommy and daddy
game. You might be surprised, because your mommy might like to see us
play that game too."
"REALLY?"
"Uh huh, but we'll talk about that later. For right now lets leave your
knickers off and you can go play with your mommy and she can play with
you for a little while."
"Are you gonna play with my friend so she's not alone, Uncle Julian?"
"What an angel. That's very nice of you, Hannah. I'm sure Bristol
would be very pleased if she heard you say that."
"Can we go now, Uncle Julian? I wanna see if my Mum wants to give me
some more tingles."
"Sure, Honey. Let's go."
Carrying Hannah to bed naked normally wouldn't be that big a deal, but
with her mother there and about to get a nice surprise I was more than
a little nervous. Just before I nestled Hannah in front of her mom I
set the child's feet to the floor and held her in place close to my
body. I had a plan and wanted to make it easier for both of them to
come together as lovers. My mouth went to Aileen's left ear and I
whispered in that same conspiratorial tone I'd used on her in the
whirlpool tub.
"Baby? Your Daddy needs to get you naked so he can see your nine year
old body. Come on, Angel, Daddy wants to see and touch you."
Without opening her eyes Aileen rolled onto her back and lifted her arms
over her head as if to allow her top to pass without restriction. I
first needed to work her top up her body and did so with Hannah looking
on with her eyes wide open and an expression of glee on her small face.
It took a little more work than I'd anticipated, because Aileen seemed
to genuinely be asleep. Once she was naked I lowered my mouth to each
nipple, sucked them, licked them, tweaked them a few times, and then
pressed my mouth to her pussy. Her thighs came apart so abruptly it was
as if I'd found some hidden latch.
Hannah watched in amazement as I orally masturbated her mother, the
little girl so horny she began to finger herself. That was a very good
sign, and I was anxious to see them touch each other, so I removed my
face with a token amount of resistance from my faux nine year old lover,
and then lifted Hannah into bed. Rather than have the five year old
facing away from her mother I kept them facing each other so Hannah
could fondle her newest playmate and adult female partner.
All it took were a few whispered words into Aileen's left ear for her to
follow my orders without any hesitation.
"Okay, Baby. I've gotten you a nice little baby playmate so you can
touch and finger her. Her pussy is just like yours, so give her some
nice cums and when you're awake enough lick her until she returns the
favor. Let her touch you too, and don't be stingy. That's a good girl,
open your legs and let her touch my baby girl's pussy."
Aileen seemed to still be in her hypnotic trance, because she followed
each of my instructions without delay. Hannah need not be coaxed for
more than a few seconds before she had her small hand tucked between her
mother's thighs and was gently masturbating her own loving Mum. It
didn't take long after that for both of them to start whimpering and
gyrating into each other's caresses, my naked babies affording me untold
years of mental fantasies with that one wicked morning in bed together.
The scene before me that morning was so exciting that I was tempted to
climb onto bed and join my two lesbian and incestuous lovers, but they
needed to explore their new world in relative privacy for a while. The
next best choice was to get in bed with Bristol and see if she might
want to be fondled and masturbated for a little while. I wasn't the
best thing to consider, but my bedroom hadn't seen that much sex since
I'd owned my house, and might never see it ever again.
As I walked around the foot of the bed I watched and listened to Hannah
and Aileen fondle each other, the preschooler completely aware of who
she was with and what she was doing, but the young mother most likely
still immersed in the wicked dream that I'd helped to instill in her
hormonally polluted brain. She might only realize how incredibly nasty
and immoral her deeds were once she woke up, but I was hoping she'd
tumble down that dark chasm and be orally pleasuring her own daughter
while the five year old was returning the favor when the woman became
aware that she'd finally turned a dangerous corner.
Bristol eagerly accepted my warmth after I settled behind her and pulled
her panties off, her plump round ass pushing into my naked hips just
earnestly enough to hint at some anal sex with a four year old that
would be the supreme act of pedophilic lust. Watching Hannah and Aileen
fondle and masturbate each other was the perfect private sex show for me
as I gently strummed my preschool lover's vulva and rolled her tiny
clitoris around in small circles. With each minute that passed my cock
nestled more completely in Bristol's ass and was finally so snug against
her already wet vulva that I was in need of a new joining for us. All I
had to do was remember that my smaller lover wasn't nearly as flexible
or plump as Hannah, and her vagina was less likely to admit my adult
cock than her more willing and slightly older friend's pussy.
For the longest time all I did was act as an observer in a beautiful,
secretive, but lewd and incestuous love affair. I was hoping Aileen
wouldn't wake up for hours and remain in her mind-altered reality long
enough to hunger for a repeat of their sexy union. It was only Hannah's
curiosity and hormonal fury that changed where the actors were on that
soft and near-silent stage.
With my right middle finger slowly stroking up and down Bristol's vulvar
slit, stealing a little wetness from her vagina, and then bathing her
clitoris with the lubrication I'd borrowed, I watched Hannah push
against Aileen's body until the woman was lying on her back. She then
shifted her body over her mother's until she nestled her mouth onto her
Mum's shaved pussy. I expected Aileen to be stirred awake and throw her
daughter off in horror, but the young mother remained in place and left
her hands where they were, her left on one breast and rolling her nipple
around, and her right stroking up and down the bald tenderness of a five
year old's vulva.
Hannah didn't climb completely onto her mother's body so they could
share in her desire for some oral pleasure, but lay diagonally so the
little girl could access the vagina she'd come from and lick the
clitoris that most likely was being stimulated into a wild orgasm at the
time the young woman became a mother. That meant Aileen had to shift
her right hand a couple of times to reposition her fingers and thumb to
give her younger partner some pleasure, but she never attempted to move
the little girl over her chest or onto her face.
For quite a while the two of them remained still, although their hips
kept twitching and jerking every few seconds when a particularly ticklish
spot was being played with. Bristol also remained against my chest with
her back being warmed by my body, her pussy being caressed by my adult
fingers, and her ass being tempted with the top and end of my cock. I
could have taken the four year old at any time, but I much preferred to
watch the other couple so I could be ready to intercede if Aileen was
horrified or help if they were too fraught with incestuous passion to
assume yet another wicked position.
When I saw Aileen begin to shift her daughter more completely over her
body I suspected she was a bit more awake than under a hypnotic trance,
but neither of them said anything to hint at their awareness. It wasn't
until Hannah's knees were shifted alongside her mother's body and the
five year old's pussy landed perfectly onto the woman's mouth that I
knew Aileen had surrendered to the hidden lust that she'd been carrying
for more than half her life.
My heart was hammering in my chest as I watched a sexy blond British
mother have oral sex with her preschool daughter, and that five year old
shift her head up and down as she lapped at her Mum's pussy with naive
and immature abandon. But when I saw Aileen cup her right hand around
Hannah's smooth naked butt and softly caress the very flesh that she
created and then tenderly stroke her left hand up and down along the
little girl's spine between her shoulder blades looked wonderful. They
looked beautiful together like that, and I knew they'd share a wonderful
future together that would be special beyond comparison.
Bristol's whimpers finally broke the haze of lust I was in, so I lifted
my head slightly, placed my mouth close to her right ear, and whispered.
"What, Kitten? Tell me what you want."
"Lick me too, Uncle Julian."
So my four year old lover was also watching the mother and daughter team
have oral sex, and the younger girl wasn't horrified or even slightly
afraid of what she'd witnessed. Once Andrea was on the plane to Chicago
for a week or two the four of us would have some interesting time alone.
I was just hoping Vince would want to tour more than his fair share of
museums and tourist traps.
Bristol was so light compared to Aileen that I got her positioned over
my body tummy-to-tummy rather than her sitting on my face so she could
relax while I feasted on her bald charms. She settled onto my belly,
dropped her arms to the sides of my hips, shifted her knees to my ribs,
and then let out a low sigh when I pulled her up my chest so I could
tuck my mouth over and tight to her plump near-infant pussy. Just as
Aileen had done with her daughter I cupped Bristol's soft round ass with
one hand and slowly stroked up and down the little girl's back to make
certain she was completely relaxed. She might have fallen asleep had it
not been for my determined efforts to suck her clitoris between my lips
and try to give her an orgasm ever few minutes.
It was Bristol's whimpered plea for relief that forced me to stop
fucking her tiny vaginal opening with my tongue, but it was the
sensation of an audience that encouraged me to turn my face just enough
to see both Aileen and Hannah smiling at me. My face was immediately
filled with enough blood to rob me of an erection had it not been for my
younger playmate's desire to fondle and explore my penis.
"How long have you two been watching me tickle Bristol?"
Hannah cupped her mouth to stifle a giggle while Aileen softly answered.
"For a while. You two look beautiful doing that."
"Well, I'd have to admit I felt the same sentiment when I saw you two
locked in your sexy union. Was it nice to finally feel and taste such a
tender parcel of Heaven, Aileen?"
"Mmmm HMMM!"
"Did it feel good for your mommy to give you lots of licks, Angel?"
"Uh huh! Almost as good as ... "
She must have realized the effect her words might have had on her mother
and then restated her claim.
"My Mummy licks me really nice, Uncle Julian."
"So, are you two gonna be doing that some more?"
"Yes, but I think my Moppet is getting a little hungry. I can hear her
tummy rumbling, and I could use a cup of java myself."
With a kiss and lick for my tiny lover I got Bristol's attention.
"Would you like to eat something too, Sweetie?"
"Mmm hmmm."
"Okay ... then how about if we all got cleaned up, dressed, and went to
a nice breakfast place where all we've got to do is let someone else do
all the work?"
Bristol surprised me with her immediate and lively query.
"Like a pancake house, Uncle Julian?"
"Yes ... like a pancake house, Kitten. Would you two like that?"
Both Aileen and Hannah responded as I thought they might.
"Yeah!"
"Sure!"
"Then I guess I need to stop licking this little girl for a few minutes,
get her in the shower with me, and make sure she's all clean in lots of
little places."
Tickling her might not have been smart with her teeth so close to my
throbbing cock, but I still loved to hear a little girl giggle and
squeal and wiggled my digits along her right side as I held her tight to
my body with my left hand.
To make the scene that much more special Aileen assumed the same sort of
game as I had and began to tickle her daughter. Both of our little
playmates writhed and squealed in exquisite agony as their adult lovers
delicately tortured them with affectionate caresses and rigid touches.
It was only Hannah's plea that forced Aileen and me to reconsider the
effect we might have on such small bladders.
"Mummy! I gotta wee!!!"
All four of us were out of bed and in my master bathroom in seconds,
Hannah allowed to go first because of her boisterous claim, and then
Bristol granted access immediately after. To make it seem as normal as
any day in my altered reality Aileen then sat down and peed while she
looked into my eyes with a crimson blush and a quivering smile. My
older lover was indeed coming around, and I loved the idea that I had
two preteen lovers and one mature woman who might want to act like one.
After I dabbed Aileen's pussy as I had my two smaller visitors her
daughter sidled up to me and whined a request that must have seemed
impossible to her a day before, because her mother was still sitting on
the potty mere inches from the child's naked back.
"Uncle Julian?"
"Yes?"
"Can we take a bath with you and Bristol too?"
All it took was a quick peek over Hannah's left shoulder for me to see
Aileen's expression of timid acceptance. For her to nod confirmed that
she wanted me to know what was going to be allowed.
"Sure, Kitten. There's room for all four of us in my big shower. We
might be able to take a bath together like that, but we'd probably be
splashing more water out of the tub than taking a bath with it inside."
"Thanks, Uncle Julian."
"You're welcome, Angel."
For me to lean forward and kiss Aileen's daughter right in front of her
was the first of my adventures in our new relationship, and by the look
in the young mother's eyes I knew for certain it wouldn't be the last
naughty thing I did to the little girl, either.
We could have played and had more sex in the shower, but my stomach was
beginning to grumble angrily, and I thought I heard Aileen's flat tummy
make some suspiciously anxious noises too. Half an hour after the last
naked preteen foot stepped into my shower the same lovely little set of
short bare toes stepped back out again, their exit cleaner.
All my girls' hair was brushed and allowed to dry in long straight
streams down their backs after I fashioned ponytails out of what I took
responsibility for. Aileen and Hannah's golden and almost iridescent
hair seemed to glow along their naked backs where Bristol's darker locks
painted a line straight down her body as if to direct my focus toward
her plump and full ass. I was tempted a number of times to drop to my
knees and nurse at hers and my other girls' asses, but we had places to
be and things to do.
Having two sinks at opposite ends of the long marble bathroom counter
was truly helpful when my late wife and I got ready in the morning to go
to work. But to have so many lovely naked women of such disparate ages
shifting about around me and using those bathroom fixtures was a lovely
sight. One of the two sinks was for the younger two visitors to brush
their teeth together over while Aileen did the same over the opposite
one. But what got my adult lover's attention was when I stood along the
front of the counter where the girls were stationed, their knees, shins,
and the tops of their small naked feet pressed into the smooth surface
of the counter as they bent forward over the open bowl and dutifully
shifted their toothbrushes up and down and filled their mouths with
bright red foam.
By her expression I knew Aileen was a little nervous with me so close to
the girls, not because I was going to hurt them, but because I was going
to be naughty again. My hands were cupped around their bare bums while
they were pushed out behind their preschool bodies, and the girls
conducted their typical morning routine as if nothing could be wrong. I
ran a few curious digits along the smooth bald softness of the preschool
girls' vulvas, and whatever Aileen was doing immediately stopped. She
might have been conscious of holding a toothbrush in her hand with the
plastic tip along the inside of her right cheek and the bristles pressed
along the molars of her lower jaw, but it was what her eyes captured
that drew all of her focus and stole every measure of her strength.
In the most loving and tender gesture of pedophilic affection I lightly
strummed along the length of my younger lovers' vulvar slits back and
forth, my middle finger pressed upward only firmly enough to touch and
tickle, but not enough to split their labias or tease inside. The girls
giggled and looked at each other face-to-face and in the mirror little
more than a foot away from their noses, but they never prevented me from
touching or teasing them.
When I noticed Aileen staring wide-eyed and completely still I leaned to
Hannah's plump bum and kissed one cheek, did the same to one of
Bristol's soft fanny, and the left them alone to finish their task. For
me to kneel down behind Aileen might have caused her to swat at me and
shoo me away, but she remained motionless and waited. She didn't have
to remain in the dark about my intentions for very long, though, because
just as I'd lightly caressed her daughter's and daughter's friend's
vulva for a minute I did the same to the little girl's mother. The only
significant difference between my actions and her response was a musky
and viscous salve that coated my middle finger as I ran the face of my
digit back and forth along the smooth hairless crease that defined my
more mature lover's pussy.
It took a little bit longer to get ready that morning, my face shaved
baby soft, my teeth brushed clean, my mouth rinsed with a milder tasting
form of mouth wash, and then my feet carrying me to my bedroom closet so
I could cover what was leading my way by about six inches. Both Hannah
and Bristol might have preferred I remain naked and for us to stay home,
but we needed to get out for a little while if for no other reason than
to delay what was about to happen between two horny adults and two very
permissive little girls.
Andrea's trip requirements were almost forgotten, but I remembered soon
enough, called a friend of mine in the travel business, and provided her
with the appropriate starting and ending locations for my guest's trip.
Since I really didn't know how long Andrea might want to stay I assumed
two weeks would be enough and paid a premium for the ability to change
the reservations at the last minute. All she had to do would be to pick
up her itinerary at the arrival counter for the airline and be on her
way. The fact that the tickets were non-refundable was an attempt to
keep my hard earned money from disappearing if Andrea was too tempted
after she got to Chicago. I might have wanted to help her, but I wasn't
about to just toss my money into the wind.
All of us seemed to be on a heightened state of sensitivity as we got
out of my car at a typical breakfast restaurant, my girls' short dresses
revealing lots of lovely smooth young thighs, but their knickers or
panties adequately covered by some obviously different underwear
coverings. Hannah and Bristol might have accidentally shown more men
their fannies and even between their legs as they climbed onto the seat
at our table and then onto our laps, but none of the most intimate
features of any precious acreage was ever seen by anyone who wasn't
permitted such an honor. I hated little girls to wear shorties, but my
desire to show off my own little lovers like some proud cretin made me
an absolute hypocrite. Nobody needed to enjoy what I had responsibility
for, and I wasn't about to relinquish control of such tender babies.
Aileen might have been more intimidated by what men might see of her
daughter's undergarment or the tender flesh hidden immediately beyond,
but she was downright careless about the way she let me tug her skirt
higher up her thighs when I reached around and under the corner of the
table. She seemed almost anxious for me to manipulate her clothes or
legs in any way I desired, including when I lightly tugged along the
inside of her right thigh so I could take a quick peek at her knickers.
The fact that Bristol was nestled onto Aileen's lap and Hannah was on
mine at the time might have been enough to keep anyone else from seeing
what I could, but my mature lover still blushed brightly when I looked
into her eyes to confirm the hold I had over her.
Breakfast went splendidly, the food cooked to near perfection, no
glasses of orange juice or chocolate milk spilled, our coffee cups kept
filled until we couldn't drink any more, and our tummies completely
sated. We were no different than any of the other families with
children at the place, except for lots of frequent stares shared between
Aileen and me that could have been mistaken as lurid hints of indecent
sexual need.
To make it more fun for the younger two I drove to the same park where
I'd claimed Bristol, the four and five year olds squealing in excitement
when they were close enough to climb onto the monkey bars. Aileen and I
sat about twenty feet away on the grass watching our girls play, their
frequent antics in an inverted position showing everyone the dark blue
and burgundy red shorties that I'd tugged up their legs over their white
panties and knickers. In spite of what any man might see Aileen sat
with her knees held together but lifted above the grass, her feet far
enough away from her bum so anyone curious enough could take a peek at
her white knickers tucked deep between her lovely thighs. After a few
minutes of her exhibitionist display I smiled at her and softly
confirmed what she was doing.
"You're showing off aren't you, Angel?"
Her face went a brilliant vermilion and I saw a quivering smile slowly
grow on her lovely face as she nodded twice.
"Are you doing that so any men in the area can see your knickers, or are
you doing it for your naughty older lover?"
She immediately twisted her head toward me, stared into my gaze, and
spoke in that same high-pitched voice that I'd encouraged the night
before in my whirlpool tub.
"I'm doing it for *you*, Daddy."
"For me, Kitten? Really?"
"Uh huh. Only for you, Daddy."
"Then turn a little toward me and let me be your audience. What you may
not remember, Punkin, is that your naughty Daddy is a very jealous man,
and he doesn't like other men to see his toy. Are you disappointed he
doesn't want to show his playmate off?"
"NO, Daddy! I don't wanna be nobody's toy but yours!"
"That's my little angel. Be a love and open your legs a little bit and
let me see my little girl's knickers. I wanna be ready to tug them off
when we get home and give your cunny a good lick."
"Ohhh, Daddy. I feel so wicked right now that I want to pull my
knickers off and show you how randy I feel. My cunny is all wet and hot
and ready for your big willy."
"Wet and hot, huh? Hmmmm. I wonder if I should make you prove that by
showing me your pussy, Love."
Aileen immediately sucked in a lungful of air and went rigid, as if I'd
stuffed something just as hot and wet between her thighs.
"Oh, Daddy ... please take me to your house so we can do lots of naughty
things."
"And what about our two younger playmates, Love? Are we going to give
them just as much affection as you want?"
"Mmmmmm ... can I have one, Daddy?"
"Yes you may, but which one do you want, Angel?"
"Can ... can I have ... the younger one?"
It might have been Aileen's fear of asking for a little girl who didn't
belong to her, or maybe an intense desire to see her own child being
orally masturbated and then fucked, but by the look in her eyes as she
stared at me with a submissive expression I could see a wanton lust that
couldn't be masked. Aileen was finally able to act on her desires as an
adult female pedophile, and I was happier than I could have imagined.
"Yes you may, Kitten. I'll only ask one thing, though."
"What, Daddy? Anything!"
"They need to play like little girls here in the park until they're
tired and ready to go home. I don't want them to think all we want of
them is their bodies and unbridled sex. They need to be treated gently,
lovingly, and with tremendous respect, or nothing we do with them will
be remembered as fun. I want their time in our bed to be remembered as
play and laughter and lots of sexual pleasure, not pain or crying or any
sort of forced sex. Can you do this with me?"
"Ohhh, Julian! I can't believe how gentle and loving you are, even
though I know you're one of the most wicked and immoral pedophiles I've
ever met."
"Even more wicked and randy than Paul?"
"Much more, Julian, and to be honest you're a much more appealing lover
than my Pauly, because you know how to treat a woman, no matter how old
or young she may be."
"Thank you, Angel."
"Julian?"
"Uh huh?"
She kept looking into my eyes for the longest time but didn't say
anything more. In spite of what I'd already learned about her past and
her secret desires there was still *more* being kept hidden behind her
lovely eyes and winsome smile.
It didn't take long for me to tug Aileen between my thighs with her back
to my chest so I could hug her and watch my girls at the same time. She
seemed almost hungry for me to hold her like that, as if she needed a
far different husband and lover than the one she was married to.
Each time I thought of Vince I remembered how he treated his wife and
the fact that in little more than a week my baby lover and her mother
would be stepping onto a jet plane, never to return. I knew it couldn't
last, which is why I kept pushing our relationship so often and toward
more intimate adventures. It would only be a lurid and immoral
celebration in lust that would help me survive after my house was empty
and quiet. I wasn't looking forward to it.
The girls only conceded exhaustion after the sun went down and enough
fire flies had been chased to satisfy their needs. Carrying both of my
little lovers in my arms with Aileen's arm about my body along my waist
felt so comfortable I could almost believe I was a happy husband and
lusty father of two lovely little preschool angels.
Hannah and Bristol slept the whole way home after a fast food meal,
their tummies satisfied, their bodies tired, and their hearts filled
with a kind of happiness that was going to be hard to best. But it was
my mature lover's antics that nearly made me wreck my nice car, her soft
lips rhythmically going up and down around my throbbing cock so pleasing
that all I could do was rest my right hand on the back of her head while
she fellated me all the way home. Aileen could have made me cum at any
time during my drive, but she seemed to know that I much preferred to go
slow and drag out the sensation of sexual pleasure until the very end.
She finally got a mouthful of my love moments after I pulled into my
garage, began to close the door behind my ride, the car engine was
turned off, and I leaned my head back against the seat headrest.
For us to undress each other a few minutes later while still on the
front seat of my luxury car might have been reckless, but both of us had
a need that couldn't be satisfied any other way, in any other place, or
at any other time.
Holding Aileen onto my lap facing me while I sat forward in the middle
section of the front seat only made her adventure that much more wicked,
because when she looked over my right shoulder while bobbing up and down
onto my cock she could see her little girl and younger friend sleeping
no more than three feet from my back. It would have taken so little for
one or both of my girls to see and hear what we were up to as we sat
naked and fucked in my car. Her cum must have been supremely powerful,
because I could actually feel Aileen's vagina squeezing my cock with
spasms that mimicked a death grip. In spite of the brief jolts of pain
I accepted it as my penance for having sex with another man's wife and
his preschool daughter.
Some time after both of us came down off our sexual high we brought our
young charges into my house and tried not to think of how to use them
for our personal pleasure. The girls eventually stirred when we took
them to go pee, and after they were undressed expressed one last request
for fun that I couldn't refuse. All four of us were sitting in my pool
and just lazing about a few minutes after I'd undressed them, Aileen,
and myself. In an act of incredible mediocrity I was sitting in my
darkened pool with three naked females, two of whom were preschoolers.
The fact that I was fondling at least one of those little girls and
making her feel good added yet more to the fantastic appeal.
Any fun the girls might have wanted to have in my pool quickly turned
into their sleeping in our arms, but neither of them were the least
offended about the constant caresses and explorations of our adult
hands. To see Aileen almost panting and quivering as she fondled
Bristol turned me on, and I was eager to see what the woman would do the
first time she had a chance to have sex with the four year old. I could
almost see the fire in her eyes while I was sitting next to her in the
darkened pool, her soft maternal fingers slowly strumming the four year
old's vulva and lightly tickling her clitoris. For me to slowly work my
cock along Hannah's pussy and get close to fucking the tyke nearly
spelled my doom, because once I got started I wouldn't want to stop.
Thankfully the four of us climbed into bed before anything more intimate
took place. Once Aileen and I were lying on our backs with one little
girl resting on our bodies each I pretty much assumed I wouldn't be able
to resist, but I was actually a bit more tired than I expected. It was
only my cell phone alarm going off that reminded me of Andrea's need for
a ride home. Depending on her requirements I might have to relinquish
my claim to her little girl, which is why I thought ahead and coaxed
Aileen to lie down in her room rather than in mine.
After I got dressed I lifted Bristol into my arms first, took her to the
potty, spent a few minutes licking her plump vulva and tiny clitoris,
took her back, and then did the same for Hannah. For me to repeat my
deeds with Aileen might have seemed provocative, until I heard her
whisper words into my ear after I brought her back to bed.
"Thank you, Daddy."
"You're welcome, Kitten."
With that I left my three naked babies in Aileen and Vince's suite,
closed their door, and then left to go get Andrea. Thankfully she
didn't have any expanded polystyrene containers of Chinese food with her
when I stopped in front of the restaurant, but she did have a look of
anxiety that hinted at her need to leave town. Once she was buckled in
and my car moving I shared my news.
"Depending on what time or which day you'd like to leave I think I've
got everything arranged, Andrea."
"What plans were you able to make?"
"If you'd like I can take you to the airport in an hour for a red-eye
flight that will get you to Chicago by four in the morning with a cab
ride to your sister's place that should put you at her front door in
time for breakfast. If that's too soon you can leave either tomorrow or
two days later."
"You'd let me leave that soon, Julian?"
"I'm not *letting* you leave, Andrea. I'm just helping to get you to
your sister's so you can be a bit more comfortable. I know living with
me, even temporarily, has to be difficult for you, because you've told
me at least once and maybe more that you don't like to owe people for
anything. In spite of what you've told me I'm still willing to help
you, but I can't force you to accept that help, so I'll do what I can."
"Would you be okay taking care of Bristol for me?"
"Of *course* I would. I love your little girl and would be glad to be
her pretend daddy until you return."
She hesitated while I was at a red light, as if my forward progress was
somehow responsible for her ability to speak. Once the light changed to
green and my car traveled through the intersection she timidly asked me
what I was secretly hoping for.
"Julian ... may I ... will you take me to the airport tonight, please?"
"Sure, Andrea. Once we get home I'll give you a nice suitcase to put
your things in so we can get you to the airport."
"What about the tickets? Don't you have to go buy them somewhere?"
"Your itinerary and tickets are already waiting at the airport check-in
counter. All you've got to do is show up, show them your ID, and then
get on the plane. It couldn't be easier than that."
"When did you schedule my return flight?"
"In two weeks, but I can change the flight again to make it longer if
you let me know with enough time."
"Thank you, Julian. I wish I could tell you how indebted to you I am."
"You don't have to, Andrea. I told you that I wanted to help you, and
that's what I'm doing."
She didn't say anything more until we were inside the house and all her
things were ready to be put into the trunk of my car.
"Can I say goodbye to my little girl?"
The word 'goodbye' had an ominous tone to it, but I couldn't believe the
young mother would abandon her own child to a near perfect stranger.
"Sure! She's sleeping with Hannah and Aileen."
After I tapped on their bedroom suite door and saw inside I felt a lot
better, because Bristol's panties were where they should have been.
Andrea gently kissed her little girl on the forehead, whispered some
words into the child's face, and then returned to the hall where I was
waiting. Ten minutes later I was headed toward the airport with a very
quiet and softly crying young mother in a lot of pain.
The airport was a lot busier than I expected, with hundreds of cars at
the departure lanes at the airport entrance. I made sure Andrea had my
cell phone number with her, helped get her bags out of my trunk, and
then watched as she scurried off toward what I assumed was her sister's
house. I really wouldn't know, and in a way I was hoping she was trying
to dump her little girl in my lap. It was a foolish notion, but one
that might give me a slightly brighter, if dangerous, future.
By the time I got home I was almost too tired to sleep. So much had
happened, so many opportunities to enjoy the charms of two preschool
girls and one very horny young mother who liked to pretend to be a
preteen. In spite of what I *might* have been allowed to do I chose to
strip down, climb into my pool, do some laps for a while, and then sit
in my whirlpool tub until I was almost asleep. For Aileen to walk onto
my patio completely naked made me smile, and I looked forward to what
she might have on her mind.
The moment I opened my mouth and was about to speak she placed the faces
of her right fingers against my lips to quiet me and then climbed in,
her knees split by my thighs, and her hands guiding my penis straight
into her vagina. As if we had the right to act as husband and wife she
settled onto my cock and lap without a sound or a polite request.
For the next couple of hours she slowly fucked me with long almost
torturous moves. She must have needed to feel a kind of recollected
fantasy that Paul had embedded into her memory, because my young Brit
lover kept shifting her naked hips up and down onto my lap until she
succumbed to the first of what I suspected might be many orgasms. By
what I figured was her tenth she slowly impaled herself onto my dick,
held me in a snug embrace, and remained still as her body stuttered.
It was at times like those that I could thank my late wife for teaching
me to be quiet, hold her tight in my arms, and let her use me in any way
she wished. At that moment Aileen wanted to use me to remember her
Paul, and even if I wanted to I couldn't be mad about it.
The sun came up over Aileen's bare right shoulder, and the entire time
she shared my time in the whirlpool tub that previous night she fucked
me without a word. I was almost afraid to say anything, but needed to
so we could take care of the girls.
"Would you like to stay here for a few more minutes, Angel? I need to
go take the girls to the potty."
"I love you, Julian. I know I shouldn't ... but I do, and it's tearing
me apart inside."
My life got a whole lot more complicated with her last set of unexpected
statements. How I treated Aileen and Hannah from that moment forward
would determine whether I destroyed their family and ruined Vince and
Aileen's marriage, or whether I might end up in jail for having done
things to their little girl that society frowned upon.
My not answering right away might have been tantamount to my telling
Aileen she was nothing more than a cheap whore, because she looked deep
into my gaze and stared at me. I knew what was in my heart, but what my
heart wanted and what reality would offer were two *very* different
things. Her continued scrutiny of my expressions and anticipation of my
response was enough for me to hold her lovely face in my hands, press my
nose and forehead to hers, and then whisper into her lips.
"Aileen ... I fell in love with you a long time ago, Baby, but I've
tried to tender that intense affection with the knowledge that you've
already *got* a husband. I'd eagerly take you close to my heart and
welcome you and your little girl into my home, but that would destroy
your family and tear Vince apart. I have no idea how Hannah would
react, but the tears that you and her daddy might shed are sure to make
her young life absolutely miserable. I want you, Angel ... more than
you could possibly imagine, but I've got to accept that you're another
man's wife from another country. If Vince wasn't around I'd take you as
my wife in a second, Aileen, believe me."
She actually smiled at me and pressed her lips into mine for a tender
kiss. It seemed strange that she might feel happiness at my admission
of such troubling information, but then I rarely truly understood women
anyway.
"Thank you, Julian. That's all I needed to hear."
And with that she wrapped her arms around my neck, tilted her head to
the side a little, and laid one very passionate kiss on my mouth. It
ended a few minutes later, but only after she'd encouraged me to lunge
up into her a few times and give her another little foretaste of sex.
"Damn you, Yank! That cock of yours has got powers in it that are sure
to get me to do things that I'll soon regret. You better be careful, or
I might leave my Vinny and make you my slave ... and Daddy."
"I'd be your naughty Daddy any day of the week, Kitten. As far as being
your slave ... I think you've got that the other way around ... just
like you Brits drive on the wrong side of the road."
"Oh, YOU!!!"
The sound of her hand coming into contact with my bare skin across my
spine resounded through the patio as if someone had fired a small gun.
"Oops! Sorry, Love. Don't know my own strength."
"Come on, Baby. We need to go take care of our girls."
"Our girls, Julian?"
"Yes, Baby, *our* girls."
Aileen immediately reverted to her preteen persona.
"Daddy?"
"Yes, Baby?"
"Are you really gonna let me have my own little one to play with?"
"If you want one ... yes."
"Daddy?"
"Uh huh?"
She pressed her mouth to my left ear and whispered.
"Can I have the younger one so I can see you fuck *my* baby?"
"You really want me to fuck her, Angel?"
"Yeah."
"Okay. You can have Bristol, but you've got to get her started slowly
so we don't scare her."
"I will, Daddy."
"Good girl. Now, be a love and give me a few good strokes so I can cum
inside my preteen lover for a while, and then I'll fuck her baby for a
nice long time."
Aileen actually grunted as she ground her pussy down onto my cock. It
didn't take more than two minutes before she worked a very nice orgasm
out of me, and I unloaded enough sperm into her teen-tight pussy to get
her pregnant a dozen times over.
In spite of having unloaded into a woman half my age who was pretending
to be even younger my dick was still hard as a rock when I followed
Aileen through her bedroom door. Just as I'd hinted while Aileen and
I were in the whirlpool tub both little girls were lifted into our arms
and taken together to the loo. The fact that I was carrying Hannah and
Aileen had possession of Bristol was all the confirmation I needed that
we'd picked our dance partners for the day.
I let Aileen tend to Bristol first because of my youngest lover's
slightly smaller bladder. The young mother wasn't quite as anxious or
brave enough to slip her fingers between the four year old's thighs
after she'd been dabbed dry, but I had no such hesitation when Hannah
was done. With Aileen looking on and holding a nearly naked little girl
in her arms I finished drying the young mother's daughter, dropped the
dirtied tissue into the bowl, and whispered into Hannah's left ear.
"You're all dry now, Kitten."
Still half asleep my lovely playmate mumbled her next request just loud
enough for both me and Aileen to hear.
"Will you lick me, Uncle Julian?"
A surge of heat washed through me as I leaned back slightly and stared
at the naked preschooler, her face so lovely and skin so soft I could
have done as she asked right there, but my bed was much more comfortable
and would allow all of us to relax for quite a while.
"Would you like to come lie down in bed with me, Kitten?"
"Are you gonna lick me as much as I want, Uncle Julian?"
"Yes, Angel ... as much as you want."
She then asked something that I knew could have stopped her mother's
heart, because I almost fell backward faint.
"Are we gonna play the mommy and daddy game, too?"
The only way to answer was politely, just in case Aileen had changed her
mind in the last few hours.
"If your mommy will let us ... yes."
"Take me to bed, Uncle Julian. My peepee feels randy and I need you to
lick me before we play the mommy and daddy game again."
The word 'again' must have echoed in Aileen's head, but the image she
was about to see was surely something that the woman was going to never
forget for the rest of her life.
Hannah was lifted into my arms, her panties left on the floor of my
guests' bathroom, and I made my way calmly toward my bed. It didn't
take long before the bed was ready and my little lover placed onto her
back. For her to cock her knees out and then reach toward my face with
her outstretched hands was all the convincing Aileen needed to fathom
the depth of perversion and the intimate relationship I'd established
with her five year old.
When Hannah peeked sideways and saw her own mother standing at the far
side of the bed holding Bristol it must have filled the little one with
either intense embarrassment or pride, but my tiny lover didn't change
her demeanor or try to hide her nakedness. Aileen and I both climbed
onto my bed at the same moment, her eyes glued to her child's naked
vulva and a look on her face of horrified excitement. Just as she might
have remembered from when she was nine Aileen was about to see an older
man have oral sex with a preteen. The fact that the child was her own
daughter and was only five must have scared the woman silly, but she
also didn't interfere with what was about to happen.
As carefully as I could I placed my elbows into the bed next to Hannah's
bare hips and nestled my belly to the sheets. The only problem for a
moment was my erection, and I had to tuck my cock down between my legs
far enough so I could lie down comfortably. Once I was in position I
drew my face between her full thighs and gently placed a chaste kiss on
her bald and satiny pussy. All it took was a quick glance up into my
younger lover's face to see her panting and blushing, so I tugged her
thighs over my shoulders, tight to my ears, and settled my mouth onto
her plump vulva. Aileen must have seen Hannah's reaction when I took my
first long lick of the child's clitoris, but by that time my eyes were
closed and I had no desire to open them until it was absolutely a
necessity.
Hannah was gyrating and stuttering to her next cute cum in just a few
minutes, the sensation of her mother watching most likely adding quite
a bit to her excitement. After her first I decided to give her at least
three more before I'd slow down, because I wanted my preschool lover to
beg me to fuck her loud enough for her mother to hear. All it took was
a long slow suck on her incredibly sensitive clitoris between my lips
for Hannah to have her fourth orgasm and for me to hear the words that
sent a chill up and down my bare back.
"Unn - Unn - Uncle Julian! Let's play the mommy and daddy game now!"
Hannah's pussy was kissed a few more times, licked twice, and then my
face was lifted from a truly tender parcel of Heaven. As soon as I was
sitting up and looking at my tiny playmate still quivering I turned to
look at Aileen. Even though she had control over a potentially eager
four year old the excited mother never coaxed my sleeping guest into
anything other than a long silent hug. All I had to do was softly ask
permission for something that I'd already done.
"Aileen? Are you sure?"
She swallowed hard, stared back at me in shock, and then nodded. That
wasn't enough, and I needed to hear her actually command me to fuck her
daughter.
"Come on, Angel. Tell me what you want."
She hesitated for a moment, but the reality of what I needed finally
broke through and she began to speak very softly.
"I - I - I wanna see you ... fuck my baby, Daddy."
The last four words almost sounded like a breath escaping her lips, but
Hannah and I heard what she said, and my five year old lover giggled.
She must have found my new title amusing.
And with my orders I lifted Hannah's thighs into the air, tugged her
toward my hips a little bit, and then leaned over my child lover until
I was practically on top of her. The way I held the back of her legs to
my body and lifted her feet close to my face I was able to get her round
little fanny up off the bed slightly. She was positioned for a nice
entry, so I drew her small body close to mine and looked right into the
preschooler's eyes. The moment I felt our genitals touch I felt as if
I was going to burst into flames.
"Dahh ... Julian, I need to see you ... open her legs so I can see."
Aileen was obviously anxious to witness my entry, so I cocked Hannah's
knees out and shifted slightly so our new position wouldn't hurt my
younger lover. All it took was a slow pull of her small body toward
mine for the end of my penis to push against, then split her vulva, and
then slowly disappear almost all the way into her tight vagina. I could
almost see Aileen cumming as I slipped back and forth into her five year
old daughter's vise-tight pussy.
For the next fifteen minutes I slowly and lovingly fucked my preschool
lover and made sure to kiss her naked feet and soft legs. For her part
Hannah seemed to want to just lie still and be used, her smile and an
occasional grimace or grunt confirming that I might have pushed a little
too far into her undeveloped vagina. When I grew brave enough to look
into Aileen's eyes I saw a combination of lust, fear, hunger, and
intense need. I knew who I was going to be having sex with once I let
Hannah rest.
After she'd whimpered at me and lightly pressed against my tummy to
signal her oversensitivity I uncoupled from her, lifted her into my
arms, kissed her lovingly on the mouth, and then took her to my master
bathroom so I could clean her up. When I came back my tiny lover was
almost asleep, her mother was lying in the middle of the bed with her
legs cocked out, and had a submissive look on her face. Hannah was
placed close to Bristol, who was still asleep, and I heard my older
lover say something that was sure to surprise her little girl.
"Fuck me now, Daddy."
"May I lick you for a minute or ten so I can give you some pleasure,
Kitten? You know I want you to feel good first."
"Nnnnnn ... okay, Daddy."
Just as I had with Hannah I positioned myself between Aileen's fuller
thighs and settled in for a nice long game of loving licks. An hour
later and with two little girls awake and watching Aileen's last cum
filtered through her blood stream and then hit her brain.
"Now, Daddy!"
"Okay, Baby. We'll make love now."
In almost the same manner as I had with Hannah I lifted Aileen's legs,
propped them against my chest, hung her calves over my shoulders, and
then began to probe inward with my cock-head. It didn't take more than
ten seconds before I found the perfect place to tuck my dick, so I
tugged my lover's legs apart so our girls could see, and then slipped
the entirety of my penis into Aileen's vagina. It was while I was
working my cock into her body that the young mother grew brave enough to
turn slightly and see if we had an active audience, and the moment she
saw the girls' eyes wide with amazement and smiles on their faces Aileen
almost lost it right then. All it took was for me to find her G-spot a
few times and my adulterous affair with an Englishman's wife took on a
whole new dimension.
Each time Aileen orgasmed she's quiver, stutter, and then every muscle
in her body would go rigid. Flicking her clitoris and playing with her
small breasts while I shifted back and forth into her vagina seemed to
confuse or distract Aileen just enough for her pleasure to be either
delayed or amplified. It didn't matter to me, because I had one goal in
mind, and that was to fuck the woman for as long as I could. It was
only the pitiful whimpers of my reclining sexual partner an hour or so
later while she was racked with yet another cum that hinted at a strong
need for rest.
"Joo - Joo - Julian! I beg of you ... please stop!"
Rather than remove her invader I pushed all the way in, cocked her legs
out of the way, and lie down on top of Aileen, our lips coming together
as soon as our faces were close enough. It was cruel to keep the end of
my dick pressed against her G-spot, but just like Hannah I wanted to own
her mother ... even if only for another few days.
By the time I rose and extracted my throbbing and bobbing cock Aileen
was a vestige of the horny woman I'd coaxed into my bed. She was little
more than an exhausted and satisfied woman with renewed memories of her
pedophile lover from when she was nine years old. I could almost see
his name on her lips, Paul a favored lover, but her new one much more so
because of my improved skill with little girls and a more gentle and
considerate demeanor toward mutual satisfaction.
It took a while, but we eventually ate breakfast. Right after all the
plates and utensils had been washed and put away I was tugged toward the
swimming pool so we could play for a while. What I hadn't counted on
was helping Aileen and Hannah have oral sex while lying on a chaise
lounge after they'd romped and splashed in the water for a while. I was
also a party to having anal sex with Bristol, the younger girl so horny
by that time she pulled me over her upturned ass as if to command me to
mount her like a dog as she draped her body over the edge of the shallow
end of the pool. She was the perfect height for me to work my cock
right into her ass without even bending my knees, and the water helped
make my entry easier. The sound of her whimpers and the sight of a
young mother and her preschool female child having oral sex nearly made
it impossible for me to stay focused and not hurt my tiny lover, but I
went slow enough so I didn't tear her tender asshole.
What might have been difficult for a few minutes eventually became very
easy, so I settled into my task of butt-fucking the four year old,
masturbated her with my right hand tucked under her tummy, and my index
and middle fingers rolling her tiny clitoris around. Her mewls and
impassioned moans kept me focused on not hurting her, so I maintained an
easy and slow in and out shift that kept me hard but didn't make me
overly sensitive. The view and sounds of Aileen and Hannah having a go
with each other's pussies and the sight of my four year old's naked butt
being split by my cock was finally too much, so I gently pushed all the
way in, held my playmate by her hips, and then jacked her in short quick
thrusts until I unloaded into her bowels. It took some effort, but
after I'd gotten us back inside the hall bathroom I was able to get us
cleaned up after Bristol emptied her backside of what I'd provided and
what she no longer needed.
The rest of the day was spent lounging around in the living room naked
with our girls nestled on our laps and frequently exchanged. Bristol
might have been nervous about Aileen kissing and fondling her at first,
but once the tyke grew brave enough she seemed to like the idea of her
pretend mommy letting the child suck on the woman's small breasts while
the four year old was being masturbated.
Clothes seemed like a careless afterthought when it came time to eat
dinner at a buffet pizza place with a huge game room, but none of my
girls took on any careless habits around my countrymen and fellow
Kentucky-ans. By the end of that day when we shucked our clothes and fell
together in my bed all of us were exhausted, but very relaxed and happy.
Aileen and Bristol very quickly settled into a very intimate bond, and
Hannah was perfectly willing to let me monopolize her time, at least
until Aileen or Bristol needed my cock or tongue. It might have been a
contentious situation had my lovers not been so sexually satisfied.
For the next few days my house was filled with the sights, sounds, and
smells of sex almost all day and long into the night. It was only that
fated call from Vince that signaled an end to such unbridled and lusty
adventures with so many horny women. By the time he arrived my British
guests had only two more days with me, so with Bristol as my temporary
daughter and Hannah relegated to a much less coquettish position as her
Dah's little Moppet I took all of them to as many places in the local
area as I could.
The day that I'd dreaded finally came.
For Hannah to be bawling in my arms and reluctant to let go of my neck
wasn't a surprise, but once my five year old lover was wrenched from my
body by her father Aileen shocked both of us guys by lunging forward and
repeating what her daughter had done. I knew why she was hurting, but I
couldn't tell Vince for fear he might make Aileen's life miserable. He
had no business learning about his wife's older lover when she was just
nine years old, nor about her older American lover while she was a guest
in my home, and I felt a kind of cruel satisfaction that I had a part of
his wife that he'd never know about.
Once Vince was able to get Aileen away from my chest and coaxed the
young mother to take possession of their little girl he stood in front
of me with a somber expression. I was almost convinced he knew what I'd
done to his daughter and wife and dreaded what he might say. But his
strong right hand was extended toward me, a quivering smile tried to
fill his face, and he spoke as softly as I'd ever heard him before.
"Lad ... I want you to know that I'm very pleased we met you."
"I'm honored, Vince. You've been welcome in my home, and you're welcome
to return as many times and for as long as you'd like. My home is your
home now."
The guy actually spilled a tear or two as he gripped my hand hard enough
to hurt and then shook it up and down three times as if he was trying to
pull my arm out of my socket.
"Thanks, Mate. Maybe someday I'll be able to thank you for everything
you've done for my Moppet, my Bird ... and me."
It was almost as if he knew what Aileen and I had been up to, and Vince
appeared to actually want to thank me for bedding his wife. It was at
that moment I began to think I'd somehow helped the couple through a
door that I'd never been aware of and had healed a rift between them
that might have taken their marriage in a direction that they were
worried about.
"No thanks are necessary, Vince. It's been my pleasure to host you and
your family, and I'll eagerly await your phone call to let me know
you're gonna be coming back to visit."
It took one more call for them to board the plane, and with both Aileen
and Hannah bawling loud enough to attract a lot of attention I watched
through tear-filled eyes and with a four year old in my grasp as my
precious blond Brit lovers and their male provider turned and walked
away for the last time.
I'm glad Bristol was with me, because she immediately became my tiny
emotional support system as I sat in an uncomfortable plastic chair in
the check-in area of Bowman airport. It was amazing to me how quickly
my four year old charge was able to comfort me, not by tugging her
panties down and letting me have complete and unrestricted access to her
bald charms, but because she hugged me and whispered sweet words into at
least one ear.
"I'll be with you and take care of you now, Uncle Julian. Don't cry."
I probably could have stayed inside Lee terminal and watched their plane
being pushed back from there, but something told me the people watching
me would have assumed too much about my holding a four year old in a
manner that wasn't appropriate while bawling my eyes out. We stood at
the east end of the upper level on the parking garage and waited to see
their plane be pushed back, but the gate for their jet was on the far
side of Concourse-'A'. I was hoping I might be able to see at least one
darling little Brit face pressed against a window, but we were too far.
By the time their jet turned the last time and made its way into the sky
I was crying all over again and squeezing Bristol so tight she had to
ask me to not hurt her. I felt bad, but quickly made my petite lover
feel better by tickling her immediately afterward.
One of the best things for me to do was to be completely distracted, so
Bristol and I went shopping. I bought her some new clothes, a few nice
toys, another swimsuit, and then headed to the grocery store. By the
time we got home my car was full of her packages and food enough for
both of us for a few days. It took a while to get her things organized
and once done we ate dinner and then played in the pool naked. I could
have sexed the little girl to take my mind off of Hannah and Aileen, but
that wouldn't have been fair to my four year old visitor.
When she quietly asked if we could play the licking game before we had
to go to sleep I knew she'd be okay, and I'd have to deal with a lot
less sex for the rest of my life. Her slender thighs quickly and easily
fit against my cheeks, and her vulva and clitoris were the perfect salve
for my emotionally damaged soul. Rather than be rough with my youngest
lover I made sure to venture slowly and only gave her a few orgasms when
she whispered that she wanted to feel all jumpy and tingly inside. I
spent quite a while just kissing and licking my preschool lover, and
Bristol was perfectly content to just lie back and let me look at, kiss,
nuzzle, lick, and suck on her plump bald pussy while her eyes were
closed so she wouldn't have to lie to her mommy.
After a couple of hours of continuous oral sex with Bristol it was time
to think about getting us cleaned up. Instead of taking a shower I
climbed into the huge garden tub with Bristol in my arms and brought
along the bathtub markers and some floating toys so we could play. What
surprised me was how different Bristol was with Hannah no longer an
influence, because instead of tumbling down a wicked and perverse road
of hideous sex all she wanted to do while playing with a few toys that
bobbed in the thick foam was be touched, caressed, lightly fingered, and
then painted. She let me draw all over her body, including her vulva
far between her thighs and even her puckered ass. She seemed to think
it was more a game than anything else, and reverted back to a much less
bawdy demeanor, even when I was strumming her vulva and rolling her
clitoris around.
Once shampooed, washed, rinsed, and dried we took care of our potty
business and then climbed into bed. I was allowed to slip my hands and
fingers into any area that I wanted to, but Bristol never asked to play
the licking or bummy games. It felt strange, but it might have been
better to let her just be a four year old child rather than a preschool
whore. Andrea would have appreciated my not pushing her daughter, too.
Bristol's and my routines took on a more sedate and decent tone as each
day went by, my hands allowed to roam anywhere I desired, but no overt
requests by my young playmate for me to stuff my cock into her mouth or
butt. It was only a timid whisper into my left ear one night very late
before I felt a little girl's vulva over my mouth and her ass being
split by my nose. In order to not offend or scare my apprehensive lover
I went as slowly as I dared until I felt her hips and thighs stutter and
buck against my mouth once more. It was a glorious return to a much
more wicked and lewd lifestyle that was never to return.
When Andrea arrived back in town she spent two days with me and kept
hinting that her life had changed. I figured she'd gotten a job, so I
made my mind up that very soon even my four year old playmate was going
to be wrested from my grasp. Before I realized it, she was.
My house had sounded so much like a home again for a short time, and
walking around inside it after I'd dropped Andrea and Bristol off at the
airport was like time in a solitary prison cell. I knew I didn't dare
seek out any darling little girls who might be willing to have a sexual
relationship with an older man, so I tried to bury myself in tasks that
I'd never attempted before.
One of my female friends saw the effect children had on me and assumed
it was a family life with my late wife that I missed, so she encouraged
me to work with children at one of the less visited and poorer child
care businesses. Volunteering wasn't nearly as complicated as I thought
it might be, and I accepted a position as story book reader. I had
plenty of little children of all ages and both genders eager to have an
extra 'grampa' to play and visit with, and I accepted my time with any
of them as just a way to keep from going crazy.
I found a few little tykes who craved to be held and cuddled on a daily
basis, their small soft forms a kind of rehabilitation from lurid and
immoral sex that could have spelled my doom and a kind of convalescence
so I wouldn't be constantly craving what I couldn't have. I was an
addict, and the illegal drug I was hungry for might have been close
enough to enjoy, but getting caught would leave me a broken and dirtied
man. It was almost like an open warning that someone was sharing with
me, and I heeded that cautious advice without letting anyone else know
about my past or why I was troubled.
Sitting on a small chair that was closer to the floor than most I might
normally have sat in made it harder for me to get up, but made it much
easier for my temporary charges to sidle up to me or sit on my lap. In
spite of the less comfortable position or the greater effort to get back
to my feet I eagerly took my place when an anxious child wanted me to
play closer to their level. Along the way I was granted a number of
lovely views of both snug and loose underwear, but I let the images act
as reminders of what would get me into trouble.
I wanted to touch them in an intimate manner, but I always kept my hands
and fingers in appropriate places. Even the management staff noticed
and repeatedly thanked me to being decent and proper. That's not to say
I didn't get to fondle a few of them when we were playing or they wanted
to get a boost onto my thighs, but I never intentionally slipped my hand
under their clothes or wiggled my fingers between their legs. I might
have wanted to, but I knew better.
It was just after school started in September that I was asked a rather
curious question by a chubby little black girl about seven years old.
She was one of the latch-key children who'd gotten a city sponsored
position in the child care center I was volunteering in, and her name
was LaTonya.
As was typical I was stationed on my chair and she was leaning into my
left side with my left arm around her shoulders. The fact that she had
two cute little bumps pushing forward inside her top was all the
incentive I needed to keep her as close to me as I could. I might not
have touched her, but I certainly took as many hard looks as I could.
"Mister Julian?"
"Yes, Princess?"
"Do you have any kids?"
"Well, no I don't, Angel. My wife was in the military and she died in
the Middle East a few years ago. Why?"
She fumbled with the bottom hem of her bright pink top as she leaned
into me and repeatedly tugged her blouse in the perfect direction for me
to see down inside through the low-cut neckline. Her somewhat fuller
figure afforded her two prominent little breasts that looked like tiny
inverted chocolate ice cream cones tipped with black cherries. I could
have pushed my face down and nibbled on one or both nipples, but I
remained in control of my faculties and just stared when I was able to.
"Buh-cause I ain't got sisters or brothers or cousins or nothing."
"Why did you ask me if I had children, Angel?"
"Buh-cause you always play really neat games and know how to read to me
and make me feel good. I thought you had kids, buh-cause you're so good
at playing and stuff."
"Well, I *wish* I had children, but I'm not married anymore, so I can't
have any."
"Mister Julian?"
"Uh huh?"
"Is it true what they say?"
"What, Angel? What do 'they' say?"
"That you got a swimming pool."
"Who told you that, Sugar?"
"Missus Wilson."
"How did you get her to tell you that?"
"I was asking her if we were gonna get a pool so we could still go
swimming after school before it got cold, and she said no."
"But ... how did you find out *I* had a pool?"
"I asked her if she knew anyone who got one, and she said that you did."
I vaguely remembered during the interview process talking about having
my Red Cross life saving swimming certification and that I spent lots of
time in my own pool, but I couldn't imagine one of the adults sharing
that kind of information with one of the children.
"Well, to be honest, yes, I do have one."
"Can I go swimming with you some time?"
In order to appease her a little I made what I thought was an empty
offer for something that would *never* be permitted.
"That sounds very nice, LaTonya. It would be lots of fun to go
swimming, wouldn't it?"
She immediately brightened up and almost threw her short arms around my
neck. I had just enough time to hold her in place before one of the
other adults caught me being strangled by one of my charges yet again.
"Yeah! It would be kew-wull to go swimming with you, Mister Julian.
Can I ask my momma if she'll let me?"
"Sweetie, you can ask, but you've got to remember that your momma
doesn't know me, and she might not like your being at my house all by
yourself."
"But I'm all by myself at *my* house all the time."
"You are?"
"Uh huh! When my momma gots to work at night, like most of the time, I
gotta sleep all by myself after she goes to her working place."
Yet another child of a single mother and no supervision.
"I'm sorry to hear that, LaTonya. I wish you had some brothers or
sisters or cousins to play with and keep you company."
"Could you keep me company, Mister Julian? Please?"
"Oh, Angel."
I hesitated and tried to formulate some kind of response that she might
understand, and once I'd come up with what might be a reasonable reply
I offered it.
"I tell you what. Why don't you talk to your momma about why you can't
stay with me or come play in my swimming pool all by yourself, okay?"
"Don't you like me, Mister Julian?"
"Of *course* I like you, Angel."
"Is it buh-cause I'm black?"
"NO! Of *course* not. I'm not like that. You've seen me play with the
black boys and girls just as much as I play with the Latin, Asian, and
white children too, haven't you?"
"Uh huh."
"And I haven't spent any less time with the black children than the
other ones, have I?"
"No."
"Then ... you shouldn't think like that, Angel. I think you're a lovely
young lady and very cute too."
"Really?"
"Yes I do!"
It was most likely the wrong thing to say to her, because rather than
make her scamper off in embarrassment she nearly became a living part of
my body.
"I like you, Mister Julian."
"I like you too, LaTonya."
"Mister Julian?"
"Yes?"
"Will you read to me?"
"Sure, Kitten. Go get a book and I'll read it to you."
She was gone so fast I barely had a chance to ask her if there were any
other children who might like to hear a story. Thankfully I had time to
get up off of my near-floor-level chair and venture off into one of the
adult only bathrooms. It took me no more than twenty or thirty strokes
before I felt more 'calm', and after I washed my hands returned to the
playroom to find what I suspected might be a small audience waiting for
me to perform my assigned task. But instead of a giggling congregation
of little bodies anxious to hear their favorite story told for the
hundredth time I saw a room full of children playing in small groups.
LaTonya was nowhere to be seen, so I went looking for her. The first
person I asked about her was the very person who shared that I had a
pool.
"Mrs. Wilson?"
"Yes?"
"Have you seen LaTonya? She wanted me to read to her."
"Yes, she's waiting for you in the study corner."
"But that area is usually reserved for the children to do their
homework. I'd hate to disturb any of them by reading out loud."
"All of the older children who attend school and have homework have
already been picked up by their parents, so you may use that area until
it's time for LaTonya to leave."
"Very well. Thank you."
"Oh, Julian?"
"Yes, Ma-am?"
"I just wanted to thank you for being so helpful around here. Ever
since you arrived the children have had such a good time and are always
talking about you."
To be honest I was a little surprised, but then again I wasn't. So many
of the children at 'my' child care center didn't get the same sort of
benefits and treatment that more upwardly-mobile families normally
provided. My desire to lose myself in the attentions and innocent
affections of a few children must have had a more complete effect than
I'd anticipated.
"You're welcome, Mrs. Wilson. I'm pleased that I can help out."
"You go see to your little friend and read to her until seven. We'll be
expecting someone to come pick her up around then."
"Very well."
Just as Mrs. Wilson had told me LaTonya was sitting on the floor behind
a low table and was smiling at me as she held a book up in the air.
"I found one, Mister Julian!"
It didn't take more than a few more seconds for me to make my way across
the small and quiet room, but before I could take a place across the
table from my cocoa-colored charge LaTonya patted the floor beside her.
"Come sit next to me so I can read with you, Mister Julian."
What could it hurt? She might do better in school if she had reading
practice, and she also liked to be close to me, so I went around the
table, kicked off my shoes, worked my feet and legs under the table, and
then leaned back against the wall behind me. In my attempt to find a
good spot to park my ass I'd allowed a fair gap to exist between my belt
and the front edge of the table, and LaTonya seemed to have an immediate
solution for that.
Before I could either shift myself forward or pull the table closer to
me LaTonya also kicked her shoes off, placed her feet along the outside
of my legs, and then sat down onto my thighs with her butt almost
pressed into my face before she landed. I instinctively reached up to
try to stop her, but in my careless move both of my hands went under her
knee-length skirt and disappeared halfway to her panties along her full
dark thighs. That was surprising enough, but what was even more
troubling was her acceptance of my touch and absolutely no attempt on
her part to swat my hands away or chide me for such a naughty deed.
It was as if she thought nothing of a man slipping his hands under her
clothes, and to add further to my confusion she tugged her skirt up a
little as if I'd asked her to do so. By the time her padded behind had
stopped moving she cocked her knees out, kept her feet along my calves,
and a generous portion of her plump legs were completely exposed. I had
just enough time before she settled to remove my hands, because I had no
desire to be seen molesting or fondling a little girl in public.
Just as I'd planned to do LaTonya pulled the table tight to her tummy,
opened her book selection, and then tilted her head back to look into my
face. Her smile was so broad, teeth so bright, and happy expression so
naive I couldn't help but feel something for her. The most intelligent
thing I could do was read to her and hope I could keep my wits about me.
What surprised me was my young charge reading the first few lines on the
open page, her interpretation of 'reading' involving my being close by
to help her if it was necessary. My help was indeed required before the
second page was finished, a multi-syllable word just confusing enough
for her to have to repeat it wrong twice before I helped her say it
correctly the third time.
The smell of her hair, the warmth of her body, the feel of her plump ass
on my cock, and the way she was so eager to be so close to me nearly
stirred my passions alight once again. I could have dropped one or both
hands onto her thighs and maybe even caressed her pantied pud, but that
would only have invited certain trouble. About the only naughty thing I
did with her for the next hour was to take long looks down inside the
top hem of her low neckline and stare at her little breasts and erect
nipples. She had to have been aroused being that close to me, because
her titties seemed almost rigid with excitement. I was even allowed to
see the saddle of her pantied pussy more than once, her skirt tugged so
high that I might have been able to convince her to let me see more.
It was only the sound of the remaining adult female workers or
volunteers getting a few of the other children out the front door who
coaxed me to get LaTonya up and off my lap. She didn't want to move and
even tugged my hands around her body into two places I wasn't supposed
to touch. For one set of fingers to cup her small left breast and the
other to be tucked between her thighs almost drew me into Hell, but I
was just smart enough to resist.
"Come on, Kitten. We need to get you ready to go home."
"Nooo, Mister Julian! Please stay with me and hold me."
For me to caress her body a couple of times while she was shifting
around against my attempts to move her might have been noticed, but she
never once seemed to be aware of my having fondled her. Her chubby body
was fun to touch and hold, her early ripened small breasts made me want
to touch her more openly to gain her acceptance, and I genuinely
hungered to take her out to my car in the parking lot and spend an hour
or two with my face between her thighs or my mouth on each small titty,
but that wouldn't bode well for my future.
By the time I was able to help her into her mother's beat up car I was
ready to fuck somebody young and tight. Masturbating by myself in my
master bathroom after I got home wasn't nearly as gratifying nor was it
as much fun, but it would allow me to keep my ass from becoming
available for the local jail rape gangs.
For almost two months I kept up my vigil as a volunteer at the child
care center until the hunger began to get too strong. I found myself
inviting any of the little girls to stand close to me while I was
sitting with something blocking anyone else's view of where my hands
might land. Every one of those affection-hungry angels eagerly remained
stationed where I positioned them, and those girls who would let me slip
one or both hands under their tops or skirts for a quick grope would
giggle and blush as if they were receiving a very special kind of
attention that nobody else would provide.
It was one particularly shy and quiet eight year old wearing glasses who
seemed to need attention more than any of my other playmates. Kristin
was a plump little angel with plain features who began to spend more
time with one or both of her small hands in one of mine. Rather than
shoo her away I chose to invite her presence, because she was one of the
girls who appeared to have a harder time being accepted by a greater
majority of the dozen or so groups of children. One of the women who
ran the facility even thanked me for taking so much extra time with a
little girl who'd been known as a quiet and bashful outcast.
On a typical later afternoon with most of the children around us doing
things that made them happy Kristin was sitting by herself near one
corner of the study room with a book open and sporting an intense pout.
The best course of action was for me to cheer her up by kneeling down
next to her and pay attention to anything she was doing.
"What's wrong, Kristin? Why the sad face?"
All she did in response was to shrug and keep her eyes toward her book.
When I saw a lone tear escape her right eye and roll down her cheek from
behind her thick glasses I knew she was genuinely hurting about
something, so I leaned a little harder into her right side and
whispered as if I was a dear friend.
"Come on, Kitten. Tell Mister Julian what's bothering you."
A moment later I was engulfed in two very strong arms and was having the
air in my lungs squeezed out of me. Because of where we were and how we
were positioned Kristin had to twist her body really far so she could
hug me, and in an instinctive reaction to being the recipient of such a
lovely expression of affection my right hand went down and around her
full body. For my appendage to slip up under the bottom hem of her
dress and travel all the way to her pantied backside wasn't the best
choice of places for me to hold her, but Kristin didn't seem to mind,
and I didn't want to make her think I'd done anything for her to be
scared of.
"Ohhh, Mister Julian!!!"
"What, Kitten? Tell me."
"I'm lonely. Nobody wants to be my friend."
"I'm your friend, Kristin."
"But ... you like being with all the other kids more than me."
"No I don't! Who told you that?"
"LaTonya."
It was obvious I'd affected the little black girl's brain enough for her
to want to claim me as her private playmate, and being the center of the
girls' focus actually made me feel pretty good. But I needed to quell
the controversy rather than amplify it, so I squeezed Kristin a bit
harder, held her tight to my left side more intensely, and whispered
into the top of her head.
"She just wants me to spend more time with her, Kristin."
"Can you ... "
"What, Angel?"
"Can you spend more time with me instead of LaTonya, Mister Julian?"
"Sure, Kitten. I'll spend more time with you."
I probably should have removed my hand from her fanny sooner, but the
elegant feel of her ample bum and the way she kept pulling me harder was
the sort of 'fix' I'd needed for quite a while. It took a little while,
but I eventually removed my hand and sat next to Kristin so she'd be
happy. We spent the rest of the day together, and she was very happy by
the time her mother came to pick her up.
With so many little girls who needed an older affectionate playmate and
my need growing I soon tumbled down a road of more intimate touches and
lots of special hugs that encouraged more of my female charges to seek
me out for a few minutes of quiet and private fun.
It was while I was changing a two year old little girl's diaper in one
of the small bathrooms by myself that my need exceeded my intelligence.
After her underneath was washed, dried, and ready to accept a clean
diaper I made sure no cameras were around or over me and then lowered my
mouth to her plump baby vulva. For almost five minutes my heart was
hammering in my chest as I gave her a continuous slow lingual bath and
lightly licked her clitoris until she quivered a few times. When she
went rigid for about five seconds, flopped her knees out against the
changing table, and began to suck on her right thumb I knew I was no
longer in control. She was wiped with yet another soapy cloth, dried,
dressed, and then returned to the main play area.
I quit the next day.
Mrs. Wilson was horrified when I told her that I wasn't going to
return, but I realized the previous afternoon after I gave an infant
girl an orgasm that my lust would eventually be my undoing. The woman
who ran the center wouldn't know that, but I just couldn't face another
preschooler who might have wanted me to pull her diaper down so I could
afford her a whole new way to feel nice.
Spending time alone in my house, in the pool, or whirlpool tub seemed
like a prison sentence, but at least I could come and go as I pleased
and didn't have to worry about someone looking over my shoulders. I was
able to relive my wicked adventures in my mind, masturbate until I was
partially satisfied, and then do something else that might have seemed
worthwhile.
Drinking became a new hobby for me, and more often than not I was half
naked with a bottle of booze close by and either watching the TV or
listening to music. My life had tumbled down a wicked road where my
future was dictated by my trips to the grocery or liquor stores. It got
so bad I was considering meeting my late wife in the Great Beyond, but
she'd be in Heaven where I'd have to go to Hell for what I'd done.
It was on a late Friday night after I'd fallen asleep on the couch for
the hundredth time that I had to go pee and stumbled my way to my
hallway bathroom. When I saw the way I looked in the huge mirror I was
instantly horrified, and when I grew brave enough to completely discern
what I'd become I almost fell to my knees and sobbed right then. About
the only thing that saved me was my need to pee.
The smell of my underarms was enough to convince me to get cleaned up,
so with a strangely renewed sense of purpose I spent the next hour
showering, shaving, and straightening myself up. The next day I got a
haircut and went shopping for some food. It was while I was strolling
down an aisle that I saw a precious little girl about six or seven years
old who looked astonishingly like Hannah. I almost ran forward and
tried to hug her, but the lovely little charmer didn't have a British
accent and was dressed more like a slut than my darling little lover.
It had an effect on me, and that was a good thing.
For the next week I re-established some broken links with friends, and
before I knew it I was having a party at my house for a wide variety of
people who I hadn't seen in months. For a few of the more 'relaxed'
women to join me in my whirlpool tub after most everyone else left was a
nice distraction that afforded me a number of opportunities to touch and
fondle full and mature breasts. They all seemed to love the attention,
and none of them were the least intimidated by my open desire to touch
or masturbate them, so we pretty much just played like teens and did
everything except have intercourse. That was one thing that I chose to
keep private, and in spite of one woman's willingness to grant me a long
bareback ride for a few hours that night the only thing I did was give
her a number of digital and one long oral orgasm.
For the first time in a few months I actually felt like a complete man,
and by the next morning after the house was empty I was sure I knew what
kind of life I would live for as long as my health allowed it. Sitting
in my underwear and reading the Saturday newspaper while drinking coffee
might not have seemed special to anyone else, but I had a renewed sense
of purpose and was already thinking about and beginning to plan the next
Friday night's party. When my cell phone rang I expected a sultry voice
to coax me out to lunch or dinner that afternoon and answered in a tone
that must have taken my caller off guard.
"Hell-LOWWW?"
The subdued sound of static and a few electronic background noises made
me stop and listen for a moment, the effect in my ear as if someone was
calling from the 1960's and was only then able to connect to my number.
The silence on the other end of the phone bothered me, as if death was
calling and I was soon to be fitted with a pair of wings or possibly a
pair of fireproof undershorts. After the cold chill of death went up
and down my back a couple of times I invited the caller to speak, hoping
I didn't hear the Devil utter my name in a gravelly voice.
"Hello? Is someone there?"
The voice that I heard was almost indiscernible, female, and muffled.
"Julian?"
My heart almost stopped, and I felt the cold chill of a slaughterhouse
completely wash over me.
"Aileen?"
"Oh ... Julian!"
Her sobs nearly tore my heart out of my chest, and I wanted to climb
through my cell phone so I could be close to her and provide whatever
comfort she needed. The only smart thing to do was to suck up every
reserve of my strength and try to be strong for my Brit lover.
"What's wrong, Kitten? Tell me."
"Julian ... Vince ... he's ... "
I don't know how I knew, but I knew in an instant. Vince was dead.
All I needed to do was whisper into the phone for Aileen to know the two
most special people to me in the world were at the forefront of my mind.
"Are you and Hannah okay, Angel?"
Rather than answer me she just repeated my name.
"Julian?"
Something from deep inside my soul had been removed, and the only way to
get it back was to be with Aileen and Hannah. The next words I spoke
might either cause them harm or provide a kind of comfort that nobody
else could.
"Would you like for me to get the next flight out, Kitten? All you need
to do is say the word 'yes' and I'll be in England as quickly as I can."
The phone remained silent for a few seconds, and those seconds seemed to
last an eternity. I'd either offered the wrong thing, or Aileen was too
horrified to consider what my presence might do to her and her family.
" ... or I could just visit with you on the phone for a while if you
like, Angel. All I need to know is that you and Hannah are alright."
"Come ... be with us, Julian. We need you."
From the depths of my anguish my soul had been lifted to the Heavens.
The very women I'd fallen in love with while I was having an adulterous
relationship with her and a pedophilic one with her daughter needed me,
and I had only one thing on my mind at that moment.
Get to England.
Had I been sitting or lying on my couch drunk and dirty I probably
wouldn't have been able to carry on a decent conversation with anyone.
For Aileen to call me on a Saturday morning meant she was much more
observant when she and her family were in my house than I could have
imagined. I was also very pleased that I hadn't invited a woman into my
bed from the previous party, because that naked lady might have wanted
to make a fuss about my wanting to kick her out of my house and go catch
a jet ride out of the country.
Somewhere in the haze of the next crazy hour I'd gotten Aileen's address
and approximate directions to their house in London, bought a first
class plane ticket over the phone for the next flight out, called a cab
to come get me in about an hour, cleaned out my fridge, given the cold
food to a neighbor who was home, stuffed a bunch of clothes into a gym
bag that barely closed by the time I finished, turned the water heater
off, and prepared the pool and whirlpool for my absence.
To say I looked harried when the driver showed up was the understatement
of the year. I couldn't imagine what the guy thought, even though I
tried to discern what was on his mind as I stared through the front
window of his car. As usual the traffic toward Henry Watterson
Expressway west of IH-65 was packed near the airport exit, but I didn't
offer too many suggestions for which lane to drive in lest the cabbie
push on the brake pedal rather than the accelerator so the fare might go
much higher.
It was only after the ground crew began to push the jet away from the
gate that I was able to think clearly enough to consider if I'd brought
anything I shouldn't have, because the security people barely took a
long enough look through my carry on bag before I grabbed my stuff and
ran toward my gate. There must not have been any weapons or illegal
drugs in my shaving kit, because I was able to stuff what I brought with
me in the overhead bin without things falling out of my bag.
Thankfully nobody asked me too many questions about where I was going or
who I was hoping to see when I got there before or after I sat down,
because if they'd asked too many quesions I might have told them a lot
more than I should have. The person sitting next to me seemed more
interested in sleeping than talking, which was fine by me, because I had
an overriding need to concentrate on my girls.
We arrived at O'Hare Airport and were back in the air far later than I
wished, but I couldn't move everyone any faster than they were shuffling
on board, so I had to suck it up and wait until my back was being pushed
into the seat one last time.
It was only the sight of one of our flight crew walking toward me with a
tray of food in her hands that reminded me I hadn't taken the time to
eat anything before I left. The loud grumble in my belly proved I would
enjoy whatever they brought me, and the smell nearly made me want to
bite the lady's hand off, because the aroma of the hot food was much
more to my liking than the small bag of peanuts or cookies the other
passengers in the plane were going to get.
After dinner I was provided with a hint from a flight attendant that
would only be considered beneficial to a very tired man with two sexy
British women on his mind and far too much time to think about them.
"Sir ... if you got some sleep the flight won't seem so long."
"Thanks. May I have a blanket, please?"
"Certainly, Sir."
Once I was handed a nice cover with the airline's logo all over it and
the lady left the captain made his last announcement before his
passengers were allowed to get over twelve hours of sleep. While he
provided information that was about as useful as tits on a boar hog I
shifted the blanket around until I was covered from chin to toes. The
warmth felt comforting, but I felt incomplete. Poor Aileen and Hannah.
"Ladies and gentlemen ... this is your captain. We'll be dimming the
lights so everyone can rest until morning. The sky is clear, our flight
right on time, and the trip supposed to be as smooth as glass. Just
relax, enjoy the flight, and be sure to let us know if you need
anything."
Moments later the area got darker, but not completely. There were a few
die-hards who wanted to read or use their laptop computers, so there was
just enough light from their overhead lamps for me to see a few of my
fellow passengers shift back and forth in their seats.
By the time one of the lights went out ahead of me I'd leaned my seat
back part way and was about to try to get some sleep. Getting any sleep
while I was thinking about my girls in England was a futile effort, just
enough noise coming from a few people who wanted to visit, the rush of
air outside the shiny metal skin of our jet, and the light around us
to keep me awake.
It was while I was struggling to fall asleep that I remembered one of my
more memorable visits with Hannah. She was naked, nestled over my
chest, her ass was split by my nose, my tongue was laving every square
inch of her bald charms, and her small mouth was doing its best to
swallow the end of my dick. As inappropriate as it might have been at
the time I got an erection that was truly a seam buster.
I tried to make it go away by shifting in my seat and then pushing down
on my cock, but touching my dick just made it harder ... and more
difficult to sleep.
The more I tried to be subtle and hide what I was doing the more painful
it felt inside my shorts. There was barely enough room in my underwear
for anything more than my normal junk, but with a hard-on that could
have impressed an iron worker I was in agony.
Peeking out from between the narrow slits of my almost closed eyes I
noticed the last determined passenger had finally turned their overhead
light off, so the area around us was bathed by the faint glow of the
small illuminators along the edges of the floor down the aisle. That
was my cue to slip my right hand into the top hem of my slacks and down
inside so I could reposition my throbbing dick.
It worked for a while, but the snug grip of my smallest lover's pussy
was so fresh in my mind that the impossible strain of the limited
dimensions of my shorts and slacks seemed to remind me of what I
shouldn't have been doing with such a lovely underage girl. The
sensation was so strong and my need so great that I was going to have to
get some relief or I'd explode.
Just as I was about to toss the cover back and rise out of my comfy seat
I noticed someone else ahead of me stepping into the small bathroom.
Crap! What was I going to do now?
About the only thing I *could* do was take the chance that the person
sitting next to me wouldn't notice my hand going up and down under the
blanket while they were asleep. It was very foolish for me to even
think about masturbating on the plane, and to do it while sitting was
going to be an even greater monumental task. The person in the lavatory
took far too long for my tastes, and there was little I could do about
my sexual needs, so I decided to take matters into my own hands right
there.
For me to unzip my pants under the blanket and fish my cock out was more
than I anticipated I might try on an international jet ride, but it
wasn't more than I wanted or needed at the moment. My blanket was
shifted around so I could have plenty of access to the front of my
slacks, and after another quick glance around for witnesses I extracted
my dick and stroked my hand up and down for no more than a minute.
The thought of having oral, anal, and full vaginal sex with such a
permissive and chubby little girl like my Hannah and the awareness that
I was jerking off on an airplane with so many people around had me close
to orgasm in seconds. All I needed to do was stroke my dick a few times
for me to feel that luscious tingle that hinted at such wicked
adventures back home. Having tucked a paper napkin under the blanket
with me was more than a good idea, because it was going to keep me from
being thrown in jail as soon as my feet hit the ground as a result of
the evidence of my lewd deed.
The lurches and shifts of the plane seemed to add just enough to the
image in my head of Hannah bucking to a delicious orgasm, many of her
erratic gyrations and involuntary convulsions over my chest and mouth
the perfect sensory reminder at the moment. That's when I had an orgasm
the likes of which I'd never dreamed of. That was proved when I let a
low grunt slip out from between my lips at the moment of climax, but I
was smart enough to mask my faux pas by clearing my throat a second
later. Thankfully nobody noticed what I'd done, the person to my right
snoring and oblivious to anything going on around them as they lay back
in their seat with an eye-cover over their peepers.
It might have looked hideous to anyone else on the plane had they been
able to see what I'd done, but to me my devilish act was a necessity
that was going to make the next few hours at least tolerable.
After I'd wiped up enough of my mess to keep anyone from seeing what I'd
done a few more tissues were collected, slipped under the blanket, and I
cleaned almost every bit of my arousal away from my very experienced
cock. Had anyone seen the look in my eyes they could have understood me
more than I could have hoped for, because when the flight attendant
walked by she gave me a wicked wink and grinned at me as if she knew I
wasn't finished yet. For a second I imagined she might be interested in
helping me with my needs.
Ten minutes later nobody on the plane would have suspected I'd done
anything nasty or crude, because I was snuggled under my borrowed
blanket against the side of my seat away from my other passenger. I
actually felt very satisfied, so I kept my right hand cupped over my
cock and squeezed just enough to relive what I'd done. In a matter of
minutes I tumbled down a tired road of sexually influenced sleep. I
might have played with myself a few times while I slept, but I had the
good sense to quit before anyone noticed so I could remain on the
outside of any vertical bars.
The flight was rather quiet until our next meal was served. The whole
plane seemed to come alive with conversations, loud chatter, a few
babies crying, and lots of people anxious to see me masturbating if I
was that stupid. Thankfully I kept my antics somewhat low-key and only
fondled myself after our food trays were claimed by the flight crew.
I'd flown across the Atlantic a couple of times before, but the long
ride and not being able to stand for more than a minute or two was
genuinely hard to cope with. Had it been dark enough I might have
attempted a second solo sexual adventure.
When we finally got the announcement that we'd be arriving at Heathrow
Airport I was elated ... and then saddened. My poor girls were in
trouble, and I couldn't get there fast enough.
The fact that our blankets had been surrendered to the flight crew made
it impossible for me to touch anything but the armrests, so I had to
keep busy by looking out the window and enjoy the Atlantic Ocean and a
few boats or ships along the way.
When the wheels touched down I felt a sense of satisfaction fill me, and
once we were thrown hard into our seatbelts I could finally relax. The
happiness I'd experienced for a few seconds because of my being back on
Terra Firma was lost when I realized I wouldn't be on the streets of
London for quite a while. Arrival, disembarking, security, customs, and
then the trip toward my ground transportation would take much longer
than I might be ready for, but I had to deal with it as best I could.
It took about fifteen minutes before we were at the gate, and once there
I was ready to bolt out of the plane like a scalded rat.
After a few strained expressions of polite gentility as me and all the
passengers around me walked off the plane and into the airport I began
to jog toward a large sign that reminded me of many thousands of foreign
passengers arriving before, while, and after I did.
Customs wasn't nearly as much trouble as I'd anticipated, and before I
realized it I was headed toward a 'tube' station to ride the original
version of a subway. I really didn't know exactly which station to exit
until I was on board one tram, looking up at the iconic multicolored
map, and riding toward the side of town where two women were anxiously
awaiting my arrival.
The ride was comfortable, the train car not nearly as packed as I'd
imagined, and most of the people around me comfortable watching a Yank
share their transportation. A few people tried to chat me up, but I was
immersed far too deeply in my own thoughts and might have appeared rude
to the locals. It was only after an older lady needed a seat that I
rose, offered her mine, and was thanked by more than one of the other
passengers. That gave them a whole new perception of what an American
in London was like, and my Yank accent, or lack of one, made me the
focus of their interests for quite a while. After that I was provided
lots more information about which tube station to exit, which roads to
look for if I wanted to take a few short cuts, and then any pubs or fish
and chip shops along the way if I wanted to catch a bite to eat or have
a pint or two.
As soon as I saw the name of their street on a small blue and white
metal sign I almost burst into tears. I might have looked like some
criminal making his get-away with my single bag slung over one arm and
jogging toward their house that last couple of blocks, but either nobody
noticed, or the expression on my face told them I wasn't nearly as
dangerous as I thought.
I didn't even have a chance to knock on their door after I ran up,
because my knuckles wouldn't have anything to knock on after I saw it
lurch open. She must have been standing along the inside of their door
for hours, because I never had to touch what my female host opened wide.
The instant I saw Hannah with her hands toward my face I fell to my
knees and threw my arms around her small body. She literally wailed in
my grasp as I knelt in their threshold, her stuttering sobs ripping at
my heart almost as painfully as when I saw her and her mother turn and
walk toward their gate at the airport the day they left Louisville.
Aileen ran up moments after she heard Hannah sobbing, knelt behind her
little girl, and wrapped both of us in her arms. One of my hands was
pulled free, slipped around the young mother's back, and the three of us
remained there crying. It wasn't until someone from inside their house
tugged against Aileen's shoulder before any of us moved.
Hannah had become so accustomed to being in my arms back home and I was
so quick to offer her a ride that I almost left my travel bag outside
after I lifted her up. Thankfully my mature host saw what I'd dropped
and helped me remember it before it became community property. About
the only change to my bag's location was for it to be on the inside of
the closed door rather than beyond it. Aileen kept her arms around me
as her cries subsided and the three of us walked into their house.
That's when I was introduced to everyone there.
"Mum, this is our dear friend Julian from The United States. He's the
one we told you about and has been such a dear that I can't tell you how
much we love him."
The matronly woman she acquainted me with extended her hand, smiled, and
politely introduced herself.
"Evelyn Parker. I've heard a lot about you, Mr. Masterson, and I'm
pleased to make your acquaintance."
"How do you do, Mrs. Parker. The honor is mine, and please call me
Julian. All of my friends and very special people I know do."
A slender and balding fellow stepped up from behind Evelyn, reached
around her plump form, and also extended his hand.
"Reginald Parker, Sir."
"Mr. Parker."
"Reggie, please. May I also call you Julian?"
"By all means. I'm flattered that you'd grant me the opportunity to
call you by your first name, Sir."
"Bloody, bloke ... nobody's called me Sir since I was in the Army."
"Very well then ... Reggie. Pleased to make your acquaintance as well."
After the pleasantries had been tended to I turned toward Aileen and
knew I needed to ask for confirmation. I didn't want to, but it was
necessary that I find out what happened.
"Kitten ... what happened to Vince?"
She fell toward me, wrapped both me and her daughter in my arms in yet
another rub-busting hug, and started to cry all over again the instant
we were embracing. I didn't get her to stop right away, but at least I
got her to slow down long enough for us to take up a spot on their
couch. Once she was nestled tight to my right side with Hannah on the
left side of my lap, the little girl's right arm around the back of my
neck, and her mother's left around my shoulder, I finally got the first
few words out of Aileen.
"We didn't have the heart to tell you, Julian, but ... my Vinny found
out he had pancreatic cancer last year and knew he was ... he was going
to die, so we decided on a quick trip to the USA as a kind of last
holiday together. We didn't even tell our Moppet, because we wanted her
holiday to be one she'd always remember as a happy one for the rest of
her life. When you greeted and welcomed us to your lovely city and then
into your home it was as if we'd been given an opportunity to have an
even more special holiday than we could have imagined."
Pancreatic cancer. How horrible!
"None of us expected we'd ever have a chance to spend so much time in
America, but especially not in such a friendly person's home, so when
you offered to host our Hannah we were happy and frightened at the same
time. Not because of what you might do to wisk her away like some rude
brigand, but because she might not have enjoyed her time with you as
much as she did ... and she did enjoy her time with you."
"I do believe I noticed that."
Wiggling Hannah's nose between my thumb and index finger got a little
smile out of her, and she immediately rested her face against my body as
if I'd always been a part of her life.
"Vinny and I truly had a wonderful time together, both with you at your
lovely house, and by ourselves. For you to make our time together so
easy and keep our little girl occupied with her own special holiday gave
us a chance to say our goodbyes in a much different way than we'd have
been able to. Instead of constantly wailing into his ear and hugging
him until his ribs hurt we got to relax a bit and come to terms with my
Vinny ... "
There was no need for me to stifle her tears, nor for me to keep her at
any significant distance from my body, so as she tumbled down yet
another painful cry I pulled her as tight to my body as I could get her
with both of us stationed on their couch and Hannah on my lap. I let
her empty as many tears onto my right shoulder as she cared to, and she
didn't stop for quite a while.
When Aileen seemed coherent enough I asked what might have been a silly
question about an aspect of their stay that had escaped my attention.
"Why on Earth did you let me take care of Hannah for so long, Aileen?
If Vince knew your visit in America was going to be his last time to be
with his girls, I can't imagine any of you wanting to be apart."
"It still doesn't make sense, Julian, but Vinny and I needed to have
some special quiet time with each other for a few days outside of our
normal routine. If we'd had stayed here and let Hannah's Grand-Dah and
Grand-Mum take care of her it might have been okay, but our little
moppet also needed a little diversion so she didn't think of her time
alone as a strange way of saying goodbye to her Dah."
"But ... she could have spent more time with Vince, Aileen. Didn't you
want her to get to know her daddy while she could?"
She giggled for a moment, leaned into me, and then whispered.
"We were all on our best behavior while visiting your country, Julian.
My Vinny was the one who was playing his part the best, because he
wasn't exactly the model father, if you know what I mean. His traveling
to America and seeing the sights by himself was a bit selfish, but I
can't blame him for doing it ... especially because of what I knew
about how much time he had left. Him letting you take care of Hannah
was just his way of spending some time alone with me in a setting where
he didn't have to worry about restrictions or my being bold enough to
run away."
Vince was beginning to sound like a bit of a monster.
"Well ... I'm glad I was the one who bumped into you three when you were
there. Your visit seemed to be a vacation for me from reality for a
nice little while."
What might have seemed odd to her folks was how easily the three of us
fell and stayed together, to say nothing of how eagerly Hannah had
wanted to be hugged and held on my lap. Had any of us noticed the
bottom hem of her frock pulled to her waist and her knickers in plain
view one of us might have offered the little angel some privacy. For
her to lift her knees and offer me a quick peek whenever I wanted one
wasn't a foolhearty act as much as her inability to focus on her
modesty. I might have noticed the lovely view a few times, but I never
offered the little girl's grandparents any evidence of the kind of
relationship the two of us had developed in my home.
It was only her Mum offering us something to drink before Aileen grew
quiet and Hannah tugged her dress down a little.
"Julian ... may I offer you some tea, Dear?"
"Thank you, Ma-am. Yes, that sounds nice."
"English or American?"
"We *are* in England, aren't we?"
It felt good to hear her and her husband snicker at my terrible humor.
"What a right proper fellow you are, Julian. English tea and biscuits
it is, then."
With English tea goes cream and sugar and a small saucer of 'biscuits',
or as I might have called them, cookies. Hannah shared my tea and
biscuits, Aileen sipped on her own large cup, and I was glad for the
pastries, because I hadn't eaten in a while. My tummy rumbling got more
than Hannah's attention, although she was the one who giggled the
loudest and made my hunger something that everyone found out about
moments later.
"Shall I get the whole tin of biscuits, Uncle Julian? It sounds like
you're a bit famished."
Aileen immediately chastised me and had an expression on her face that
hinted I'd left my cock waving in the air where her parents could see
it. They might have minded, but I didn't think Aileen or Hannah would.
"JULIAN! Haven't you eaten yet?"
"Angel ... to be honest I'm still on Kentucky time, so my clock is
about six hours behind yours. I wasn't gonna start thinking about food
for another hour or so."
Aileen's father then piped up in a classic Brit style that almost made
me want to bust out laughing.
"Blimey, Mate. It's half past nine already! You'd be right lucky to
find a local eatery open, unless you'd be willing to toss down an ale at
the pub down the road and grind up some food there."
Evelyn immediately chastised her husband after which I felt guilty. All
the guy was doing was being polite, but the older woman must have
mistaken his offer as something else.
"Reginald! The poor man has been on a jet all night and day, and you're
wanting to drag him down the way to meet your lads for a pint."
Aileen solved the problem and almost flew into the air as she spoke.
"Julian, you stay right there! Mum ... would you please ... "
Aileen didn't even have a chance to finish her request.
"Come on, Love. The poor man's probably about to fall down faint."
After Aileen and Evelyn disappeared into the kitchen Reggie pulled his
chair closer and engaged me in a long conversation about his son-in-law,
Vince. I got a lot more than I might have been allowed to hear had
Aileen been sitting next to me, even with Reggie's granddaughter so
close to my ear. But I wasn't offended when I heard Aileen's father
slip a few rather subtle hints that Vince wasn't quite as 'loving' a
husband as I might have assumed.
By the sound of Reggie's voice and the classic British gift of innuendo
that I'd grown fond of it sounded as if Reggie thought his daughter and
granddaughter were better off without Vince. I considered asking the
man if he thought the idea of a Yank son-in-law would tickle his fancy
any better than the last man didn't, but I reconsidered my desire to be
kicked out of his daughter's house before the first hour had transpired.
A sexy voice from beyond the kitchen wall made both Reggie and me
discontinue our conversation.
"Okay you two ... quit talking about my Dah's Army experiences in the
war and get in here!"
A chaste and quick kiss for Hannah was all that was necessary for her to
giggle and then hug my neck with her soft left cheek pressed tightly
against mine. I could have kept that little angel the first time, and
I was starting to have fantasies about trying a lot harder a second.
Supper was absolutely wonderful in spite of Aileen's repeated claims
that the pork was too tough, the potatoes bland, the cabbage wilted, the
carrots mushy, and the spices not quite right. Even as she was starting
to wash the dishes with a cute apron around her waist I knew what I was
going to do to prove that I didn't clean my plate at the table just to
be nice. It was a rather bold move for me to walk up behind her, pull
her into my body, and give her a very snug embrace with her ass against
the front of my hips. As soon as she heard me whisper into her left ear
she stopped trying to tell me I hadn't enjoyed a truly delicious meal.
"Kitten ... you cook so well I might kidnap you and take you back home
with me if you're not careful."
She immediately spun around, wrapped her wet hands around my back,
hugged me just as she had on the couch, and burst out crying. I was
finally beginning to understand why she cried all those times when I
hugged her in my house and why she kept hinting that there was something
more to our being together than just my good luck.
Evelyn acted in her matronly role when she saw Hannah yawn and issued
words that got a far different response than she might have been
anticipating.
"Alright you ... it's off to the tub for a wash, and then it's time for
sleep."
"NOOO, Grand-Mum!!! I wanna be with Uncle Julian!"
For Hannah to jump from her chair and lunge toward me must have taken
her grandparents off guard, because without so much as her last rather
boisterous statement my little lover proved that my stay was going to be
a lot like our time in my house. I was even worried my grade one
girlfriend was going to insist that I climb in the tub and bed with her.
It didn't take me more than a second to reconsider hugging Hannah rather
than her mother, so I broke the embrace I had with Aileen, turned
around, and became the immediate focus of the little girl's arms. It
was only a chivalrous and parental plea from me after I had a faceful of
little girl who was doing her best to hug the stuffing out of me that
got the six year old back on track, and me from being asked to leave.
"Hey, hey, hey! What's this? I thought you told me you were gonna be
a big girl when you came back to England, Sugar. I'll bet your gramma
probably thinks I spoiled you rotten in America, doesn't she?"
An obvious wink toward Evelyn and Reggie wasn't seen by the little girl
in my arms, and I think they realized that any stories they'd heard
about me treating Hannah like a princess were right on the mark.
Holding Hannah tight to my body might have been an innocent enough
gesture of affection, but it was the accidental placement of my hand
under the bottom hem of her dress and cupping her knickers after she'd
jumped up into my embrace that made me feel whole again.
Hannah didn't respond, as I'd assumed, and I put her sandaled feet down.
I gently tugged her backward so we could look into each other's eyes,
wiped a few stray hairs away from her face, caressed her cheek, and then
whispered just loud enough to express a kind of fondness that was sure
to make her smile.
"I'm with you in your house now, Kitten, and just like you promised you
need to be a good girl for your Mum, and Grandmum, and Grandah. I'll be
here for a while, so you don't need to worry about taking care of your
chores and missing out on anything. It's pretty late for you, Angel, so
why not go get all clean behind your ears ... "
My right and left hands shifted to her ears for my fingertips to tickle
them.
" ... and under your neck ... "
The moment I wiggled my digits under her chin she giggled and tilted her
face down to block my access with her chin.
" ... and under your arms ... "
Hannah actually squealed and squirmed around when I found one of her
most sensitive spots an inch or two below each arm along her ribs.
" ... and between your toes?"
It looked like the charmer was dancing from one foot to the next when I
found the tips of her little bare toes just beyond a single strap over
each small foot.
Rather than get Hannah moving toward their bathroom she again lunged
forward, wrapped her small arms around my neck, and burst out crying. I
had no desire to make her feel any worse, so I lifted her into my
embrace, held her tight to my chest, and rocked her back and forth.
That's when Aileen came to her daughter's rescue.
"It's okay, Mum. I'll get her washed in a bit."
"Are you sure, Love?"
"It'll be fine, Mum."
Reggie then softly coaxed his wife toward the front door.
"It's time we scurried off, Evie."
In order to be the perfect guest I recommended something I knew was
going to be immediately rebuffed.
"I'm sure it's late for all of you. Reggie, can you direct me to a
local hostel or inn for the next few nights? I hadn't made any kind of
reservations yet."
Aileen almost sounded insulted and yelled at me loud enough to make me
flinch.
"JULIAN! You'll do no such thing!"
I was hoping she might respond like that and almost let a smile escape.
"We've already got a spot for you to sleep, and your little girlfriend
would be very angry if you didn't accept her kind offer."
Somewhere in the back of my mind I was wondering if that offer might
include some shared warmth with a little girl who was already in school.
"Pardon me, Aileen, but I didn't want to make any assumptions about
where ... "
I couldn't even finish my statement before she cut me off. Her tone was
strained, I could discern a quiver in her voice, and saw at least one
more tear roll down her cheek.
"After all you did for us in your home you're not about to spend the
night in some hotel, Sir! Now ... enough of that. If you're gonna
keep holding my daughter then you might just as well carry her to her
bedroom so she can give you a proper tour. Off you go."
With Hannah in my arms I turned toward Evelyn and Reggie, extended my
right hand from under Hannah's bum, and offered an appropriate verbal
gesture of evening appreciation.
"Thank you for being so gracious, Evelyn ... Reggie. Will I have a
chance to see you tomorrow or the next day?"
"Certainly, Julian. We live just down the way a bit and can be here in
just a moment when you call. My husband is sure to get you to his
favorite pub soon enough after you've had a chance to visit with my
daughter and granddaughter, so don't hesitate to ring when you'd like."
"Grand idea, Lad. Just give us a ring tomorrow or the next day and
we'll tip up a pint or two."
"Sounds wonderful."
"Off we go, Mum."
"Nite, Dear."
"Nite, Mum ... Dah."
"Nite Moppet."
"Nite Grammum. Nite Grandah."
Even though I'd only been in their house a couple of hours I already
felt as if I was home, with Hannah in my arms waving goodbye to her
grandparents, and Aileen waving just before she closed and locked the
front door. The instant she turned around and looked into my eyes I
knew what she was thinking, but making out with her while standing in
their entrance foyer wouldn't be considered appropriate, especially
since her husband had only recently passed away. The shadow cast
along the curtains on the door would have given us away, too.
While Aileen busied herself with a few last kitchen tasks I held Hannah
in my arms and slowly rocked her back and forth. The young mother never
once said or hinted that my hands being under her daughter's dress might
have been considered inappropriate, even if she could see the back of
Hannah's dress shift back and forth as I fondled her pantied bum. Once
her domestic duties had been finished I saw Aileen's lips quiver and
then watched as a deep blush completely filled her face. She knew we
were both thinking along hedonistic lines, but kept her thoughts to
herself ... for a while.
Just as Aileen had hinted Hannah gave me a tour of her bedroom upstairs
on the third floor, and the little girl exhibited incredible pride that
I was considering sleeping where she normally did. Her bed might have
been a little smaller than one I could have rented at a local inn, but I
saw a kind of lurid passion in my young hostess' eyes when she imagined
me lying down naked on her pink flannel sheets and have lots of stuffed
animals nearby to hug if I needed something soft against my face.
Their house was considerably smaller than I'd imagined, which is why
Hannah had made her comment the first time she saw my place. My little
playmate then told me what I'd already figured out or assumed might be
considered appropriate.
"You can sleep in my bed, Uncle Julian, 'cause I'm sleeping with my
Mummy now."
"My! What a lovely thing for you to do, Angel. I'll bet your Mummy is
very happy that you're keeping her company, isn't she?"
"Uh huh!"
It was the child's next whispered request into my left ear that made my
heart skip a beat.
"Uncle Julian? Can you give me a wash, please?"
I leaned back slightly, pressed my forehead and nose into hers, and then
whispered into her lips.
"Are you sure I should do that, Kitten? We're in your house now, and
your Mum may not want your naughty American uncle to do all those randy
things like we did before in my house."
Hannah then made Aileen's life a lot easier or a lot harder when the
six year old twisted her head just enough to see Aileen's face.
"Mummy, can Uncle Julian give me a wash like before, please? He can
give you a wash when he's done with me."
The instant Aileen and I stared into each other's eyes we both knew what
that would encourage, and I wasn't absolutely sure if she was ready for
that kind of wicked treatment in the house her husband loved, or at
least had sex with her in. But Hannah wasn't finished just yet.
"After we're all clean, if Uncle Julian wants to he can sleep ... "
Aileen knew what she was going to hear, but naively stepped closer to
her daughter, brushed the child's hair with one hand, and then smiled as
she asked for clarification.
"What, Moppet? What were you gonna tell me about your Uncle Julian
sleeping?"
It was almost as if she was inviting Hannah to ask me into their bed.
The six year old only hesitated for a few moments, and after she gave
me another tight hug spoke confidently enough to get me thrown into
jail.
"Uncle Julian doesn't really have to sleep in my bed 'cause he can sleep
with both of us like before in your bed, can't he, Mummy?"
I was genuinely surprised when I heard Aileen softly reply in a light
and happy voice that hid none of her excitement.
"If your Uncle Julian wants to sleep with us he'll have to ask us,
Angel. We can't assume he'll want to share a bed with us unless he's
comfortable doing that."
My right hand was lifted from under Hannah's bum, extended to Aileen's
left cheek, the outside of my index and middle fingers lightly stroked
her face twice, and then I shared what I thought might be only a dark
fantasy from my past.
"I'd love to share your bed, Aileen, but only if you're comfortable with
me there. I don't want to push you or make it seem as if my randy Yank
habits would be acceptable in jolly old England."
She stared into my eyes with a fire that I'd seen a few times before,
and after a few seconds I hooked my fingers around the back of her neck,
pulled her closer to me, and then brought our mouths together. The
second we touched she lost all of her reluctance or hesitation and
almost chewed my lips off. We kissed so passionately I was sure I'd
hurt her, but she kept at least one of her arms about my body and kept
pulling me into hers with the ferocity of a woman who might have feared
falling off a cliff.
After a very thorough and ardent kiss and another less boisterous one for
her little girl my travel bag was left on the floor of Hannah's bedroom
and the three of us walked into Aileen's. As I'd done a few times
before back in Kentucky I undressed my little girlfriend and then her
mother. Their tub wasn't big enough for three people, but a lovely
blond mother and her naked little girl seemed to fit inside just fine,
and just as Hannah suggested I got both of them washed, rinsed, and
dried. The littest of our trio was nearly asleep by the time I got her
on and then off the loo, and for me to give her a few soft tickles
between her chubby thighs made her giggle once or twice, but she was
just too tired for any genuine fun.
It felt very comfortable for me to carry a naked first year schoolchild
to bed, even though I still had to spend some time in the tub myself.
Hannah was so tired, in fact, that after I sat down next to her and even
before she was completely settled between some comfy flannel sheets her
eyes were closed and she was about to tumble into a comfortable sleep.
Aileen might not have minded if I spent an hour or two with my cheeks
pressed along the inside of her daughter's thighs, but we had a little
time for more fun, and I could wait to give my younger playmate a nice
cum or ten.
For about a minute I gently caressed her soft cheeks, tucked her blond
hair away from her face, and then tried to keep from thinking of what it
looked like when she last had her lips around my engorged cock. Hannah
might have only been a little girl, but she was the most beautiful
little angel I could have imagined.
"You truly love her, don't you, Julian?"
All I could do was smile as I cupped my little playmate's face with my
right hand.
"Yes I do, Aileen. In spite of my bad habit of venturing into lots of
private places on her body I'm completely in love with her ... "
To make the young widow's day I snapped my head around to face her as
she stood nude next to the bed and whispered without significant delay.
" ... and her sexy mommy."
My naked hostess lunged into me, I threw my arms around her bare body,
and then began to kiss her as romantically as I could. Before I could
make the suggestion Aileen nestled down onto my lap, lifted each foot,
worked them around my waist, and assumed a very comfortable position on
my thighs. For quite a while all we did was hug and kiss, and I could
have stayed right there until the next day. Unfortunately I had to go
take care of some 'business', and my kisser's presence would have been a
bit uncomfortable.
"Why don't you lie down next to your little girl while I tend to my
evening routine, Kitten?"
"Are you gonna come sleep with us, Julian?"
"Yes I will ... I promise."
"Even if I fall asleep I want you to climb in and make yourself comfy
with either me or my little girl. You know I trust you, Julian, so if
you'd like to have a go with her for a few first I won't mind. But I'll
expect to equal treatment soon enough, okay?"
A few tender kisses were placed on her lips, I swept my right thumb
across her left cheek, caressed her lips for a few seconds, and then
uttered words that might have been considered crude and forward to
anyone else at any other time.
"Fucking your tight Brit pussy is going to be such a lovely adventure,
whether I take your little girl first or not."
As soon as she heard me Aileen swat my left arm once, brushed it to
allay any perceived pain, and then smiled as she looked down slightly.
"Randy Yank!"
My right index finger and thumb claimed her chin and I lifted her face
until her eyes met mine. In spite of the brief nature of my presence in
her house and with no more than a dozen hours in their country I began
to say something that she might have wanted to hear in Kentucky.
"I luhh ... "
Before I could finish Aileen cupped her right hand over my mouth and
stopped me from uttering words that she obviously wasn't ready to hear.
Maybe it was my hunger for a more 'normal' life, but my heart had been
stolen by my two Brit birds, and my soul had already been given to them
long before I held the young naked mother on my lap while sitting on her
bed. It made for a strange moment until she whispered.
"Give me just a bit, Love, because I need to be sure ... I'm ... just,
give me some time, Julian."
"Okay, Aileen. The only restriction is how long the local constable's
office will have before they come haul my ass off toward jail, or as you
Brits call it, gaol."
She popped my left arm again, threw her arms around me for yet another
tight embrace, and then whispered into my neck.
"Quit being such a dear, Julian. If you're not careful I'm going to
accept what I think you're asking, and *then* you'll be sorry."
Speaking into the top of her head I slipped my right hand under her left
arm and softly rolled her erect left nipple around.
"I'll take this just like it is. The rest of you, however ... well,
I'll just have to put up with that, now won't I?"
Instead of lambasting me or smacking my arm Aileen hugged me tighter
still and began to cry again. She must have been so confused and mixed
up with everything that I kept offering that I didn't have the heart to
make her stop. The best thing for me to do was lift her up, carry her
to the other side of her bed, get her tucked in, and then lie next to
her for a few minutes. She fell asleep some time later.
With both of my British lovelies asleep in bed the best thing for me to
do was take care of my business, get cleaned up, and then decide if I
really was going to climb into bed with them. It was only as I was
about to turn the bathroom light off that a sleepy little girl made
herself known. Hannah was stumbling into the brightly lit room with at
least one of her hands over her eyes to block some of the glare, so I
stepped to the side to give her plenty of room. But instead of walking
past she instead turned into me and pushed her face into my tummy as she
tucked both arms around my hips.
"Did I wake you up, Little One?"
She looked precious shaking her head back and forth while trying to keep
her eyes tucked against my body. That's when I realized she was there
for a much more obvious reason.
"Need to wee, Kitten?"
For her to nod and hug me a bit tighter confirmed I was about to touch
her as I had in my home, so I slowly stepped backward, guided her into
place, and then reached down to lift her bare bum onto the loo. It
didn't take more than a second or two before I heard the metallic spray
of her urine into the commode and then another fifteen or so before it
subsided. I'm pretty sure she knew what was coming next, because I saw
her grin with her eyes closed when I tugged a few squares of tissue off
the roll.
A few moments later I had my paper-filled hand between her splayed
thighs, dabbed her plump charms dry, and then dropped the tissue. But
it was her ever growing smile and a kittenish expression on her face
that proved neither of us were quite as innocent or naive as we should
have been from so many months before. Just as I'd heard in my bathroom
so many nights back in America and cherished ever since that first time,
I heard a little girl command me in a way that exhibited a kind of
confidence that filled me with lurid pride.
"Lick me."
With the pungent smell of her urine under my chin and with her thighs
cocked all the way out I leaned forward, took one chubby leg into each
hand, lifted each slightly, and then pressed my mouth onto her bald
vulva.
It was as if we'd always been together and hadn't been separated for
more than a minute. Her clitoris seemed to melt into my tongue the
instant I touched it, and her hips shot forward as if to confirm what I
already knew. Sucking her highly sensitive nubbin between my lips and
drawing her into my control took no effort at all, and far sooner than
she might have wanted I was able to stir a quick orgasm out of my lovely
naked young hostess. I could have kept my mouth locked onto her silken
pubis and tongued her for hours, but she would be more comfortable in
bed, and I might get to fuck either my young playmate or her mommy once
I got there.
After I dabbled in some immoral oral sex with a primary school girl I
licked her fairly dry, finished with a few squares of tissue, dropped it
to the water beneath her naked bum, and then flushed the commode. It
didn't take more than a few moments before she was in my arms, carried
out of the bathroom with the light switch flicked off, and then placed
in bed between her mommy and the near side. Even before I got both feet
all the way between the sheets I felt one of her small hands claim my
cock, and I had to smile because the sensation was utterly magical.
"Uncle Julian?"
"Yes, Kitten?"
"May I ... may I hold it for a little while?"
"You may hold it as long as you want to, Kitten. Just be careful if it
wants to find your mouth sometime later on, 'cause we haven't had a
chance to do that in a while, and my willy kinda has a mind of its own."
"Silly, Uncle Julian! I know you want me to suck on it, don't you?"
"Only if you're not too sleepy, Angel. Since I'm gonna be here for a
little bit you'll have plenty of time to do all those lovely things you
and me got to back in my house."
"Uncle Julian?"
"Uh huh?"
"When I go to sleep for real can we do the mommy and daddy thing,
please? I like it when your willy fills my ... pussy all up, and I
wanna pretend you and me are married for real, like you and my Mommy are
gonna be real soon."
"Sooo ... your mommy and I are gonna get married, huh?"
"Please, Uncle Julian? After my Dah died my Mommy told me a secret that
she wished you could come take us back to America so she could be your
Missus and I could be your real little girl. She said you and me could
do everything we ever wanted to forever, since we're gonna be a family
and together all the time from now on. If you and her are gonna get
married for real, then you and me could pretend to be a mommy and daddy
for as much as we want to, and nobody has to know, okay? Please?"
Any pretense about our future together went right out the window with my
tender partner's last admission. I wondered if Aileen had intended for
me to find out like that, but I liked the idea that I was being set up
for a wonderful fantasy-come-true with two of the hottest Brit lovelies
I could have dreamed up.
"You really wanna let me do all sorts of naughty stuff with you, Kitten?
I might wanna do that all the time when your mommy and I aren't playing
our own games."
"I *want* to, Uncle Julian! You make me feel all special and super
tingly when we do our special games together."
"Alright, then. Since you're gonna be my little girl soon and you like
your Uncle Julian to be a randy Yank then I suppose we can do whatever
you want to."
"Goodie!"
Her exclamation was almost loud enough to wake Aileen, but thankfully my
slightly older hostess must have been tired enough to remain asleep.
That gave me enough time to get Hannah wiggled over my body, her thighs
spread over mine, her knees propped up slightly, and her hips lifted
high enough for my erect cock to be worked away from my belly. The
moment she felt the end of my penis touch her vulva she whimpered,
reached under her body between us, used her fingertips to tuck the end
of my tool in place, and then shimmied side-to-side a few times until I
slipped past the snug entrance of her vagina.
The tight, hot, and slippery feel of her tender charms was so welcome I
almost lunged hard and seated my penis all the way into her body, but my
young lover was just a six year old little girl, and her body needed
time to become adjusted to me and my size. Thankfully that didn't take
more than ten or fifteen minutes of gentle in and out undulations.
Once we were fully seated and her clitoris was pressed against my pubic
crown Hannah let out a long sigh and squeezed my body with her hands and
arms. I could have taken her on a wild ride and fucked her hard, but I
needed to work us back into a comfortable rhythm a little at a time.
When my preteen partner was ready she'd let me know.
A minute or so later I felt her hips undulate ever so subtly, as if
there was an unspoken need hiding deep within her body. Her vagina
milking my cock and sending waves of gripping enthusiasm up and down my
shaft hinted at her next orgasm, so with only a few minor shifts to find
where her nubbin was pressing I was able to heighten her pleasure until
she flinched hard and thrust my dick further inside her body.
The second I felt her grip my cock with her pussy and also push in told
me I'd again found her G-spot, so with a few more definite moves I began
to break down that last wall of reluctance. She began to fuck me rather
earnestly half a minute later, and I truly reveled in her enthusiasm.
All I had to do was hold her by the hips or cup her ass with both hands,
and Hannah was confident and sure enough of herself to take over. It
felt so exotic for such a tender young lovely to writhe and squirm so
urgently, as if she'd become just as addicted to immoral sex with an
older man as I'd become with a little girl. By the time she began to
whimper loud enough to be heard above her panting I was starting to get
into it and fuck her back.
We made quite a mess of each other after she began to break her stride
and her orgasm peeked around the corner. Her once rhythmic movements
back and forth onto me became erratic, confused, and incredibly
difficult for her, so I wiggled around inside her until I found what I
was looking for, rubbed along that spongy mass of nerves and blood
vessels, and then waited for the inevitable. I didn't have to wait
long, because after a dozen or so more lunges Hannah's head flopped onto
my chest and her arms went slack. It must have been so good for her
that she fainted again.
Hannah might not have minded if I finished with her body even after she
was out cold, but I much preferred for my tender partner to see and feel
me cum inside her, so I held her in place and enjoyed the sensation of
such wicked love.
I got us disconnected, out of bed, cleaned up in the bathroom, and then
back in bed before she woke up. It was only after I'd gotten us settled
that Hannah woke up. The first thing she noticed was our having been
separated.
"Noooo, Uncle Julian! We're supposed to do our special game all night."
I had to grin, if for no other reason than to admit a glorious defeat.
"Okay, Baby. We'll do it all night."
A moment later we were connected again, yet another long and passionate
sigh coming from my tender partner once I was fully ensconced within a
truly tight region of Heaven.
My balls were still twitching from need, and I could feel my cock
throbbing each time Hannah would shift ever so slightly. It wouldn't
have taken very much for me to cum, but I could wait. After all, I
hadn't been in their country for more than a day and I was already
in a six year old Brit child.
To make it easier for both of us I slowly stroked one hand across her
bare back and the other along each of her plump round butt cheeks. For
me to slip my middle finger down her ass-cleft and tuck the tip of my
finger into her quivering rosebud might have been cruel, but Hannah
didn't seem to mind and even arched her back slightly to invite the
nasty intrusion. I didn't discontinue my inward travel until the web of
my other fingers prevented further movement. My finger was going to be
dirty, but I needed to 'have' her a bit more before the sun rose.
Neither of us said a word for quite a while, but our slow undulations
into each other spoke volumes. I was close to orgasm a number of times,
but was smart enough to drag out the sensation to make it last. I don't
know how I accomplished it, but a short while later I fell asleep.
Sleeping wasn't a real problem, but waking up was. It was while I was
in the middle of a truly erotic dream fucking a classroom full of little
girls when something told me I wasn't really part of an abstracted
illusion of hideously erotic sex. The sensation of my balls throbbing
and my hips lunging up off the bed was enough to jar me awake, and when
both of my hands claimed what was supposed to be a little girl's hips I
was instead holding Aileen's head in my grasp. The light from one
window was just enough for me to see what was going on, which only
fuelled my lust that much more, because Hannah was suckling on one of
her mommy's small breasts and one of her little hands was tucked between
the woman's thighs as my Brit hostess sank her lips all the way down
onto my cock.
It didn't take my brain more than a few more milliseconds to send the
appropriate signals to my balls, because before I could warn my British
hostess I lunged up slightly and painted her tonsils. Aileen was the
perfect lover and accepted my gift with the aplomb of a world diplomat,
her swallows and the movement of her tongue over and around my cock the
perfect way to keep me twitching. Her movements could have made me even
more sensitive, but she seemed to understand enough about me and my dick
to keep from stirring an almost painful retreat. For the longest time
all she did was bathe my penis with her tongue and lips and revel in the
sensations that it and her little girl provided.
The three of us didn't stop what we were doing until her phone rang.
Aileen bounded out of bed still naked, and once her mum was downstairs
wearing a thin robe Hannah scampered over my bare hips and recentered
herself. What her mommy started the little girl was going to finish,
and I had no desire to stop her, either. It felt so right for me to
work my still throbbing dick between her chubby thighs and as far into
her vagina as I could reach. The moment we were completely joined and
Hannah lie down onto my chest Aileen walked through her bedroom door.
She stopped, put her hands on her hips, and huffed at me and my little
lover.
"That was supposed to be for me, Hannah! I was preparing Julian for a
nice romp in bed for a bit, and you've stolen him from me already."
The smile on her face might have hinted at a strange twist in the anger
she might have originally felt had another woman stolen the efforts of
her hard work, but it was her climbing back into bed after removing her
robe that confirmed she wasn't about to interfere for the moment. Her
little girl then whimpered as if she might never get another chance at
our mommy and daddy game.
"Nooo, Mummy! Let me do it with Uncle Julian for a bit, please?"
"Do you need a good cum, Moppet?"
"Uh huh!"
Aileen caressed Hannah's back, smiled, and then whispered back.
"Go ahead and make yourself feel good, Love ... but as soon as that you
need to give me my lover back, okay?"
"Kay. Thanks, Mummy."
"You're welcome, Love. Now ... be a randy lass and make yourself feel
good so I can do it with Julian after that."
Aileen hadn't finished speaking before her daughter began to moan and
whimper, evidence of her next orgasm already peeking from around the
corner of our provocative activities. When I saw a look of lewd passion
on Aileen's face I knew she wanted to give her child a quick cum, so
while staring into the young mother and widow's eyes I rolled my hips up
and down and stroked my tender lover for all I was worth.
The size, depth, and position of my penis must have been just right,
because for the next minute Hannah was bucking and twitching to a truly
sexy orgasm. As soon as my illegal lover fainted Aileen helped shift
my lovely playmate up and away from me so my adult partner could assume
her place. We merged much more easily than Hannah and I had, but the
snug feel of the woman's vagina was the perfect way for me to finally
achieve release.
Aileen might not have anticipated such an animated and forceful fuck,
but she held nothing back and pulled me into her body as hard as she
could until I let go and she joined me seconds later. Rather than get
out of bed right away and keep the area clean my older lover rolled us
over onto her back, kept her arms around my body, and confirmed she had
no desire to relinquish the grasp she had of me. For quite a while that
morning I lie over her and slowly rocked my hips back and forth, the
sensation of intercourse so delicious and satisfying I was able to
discern at least three minor orgasms spill out from my naked partner.
We kissed, touched, fucked, and even played with her little girl, but
our coital contact was never broken. Aileen even whimpered a few times
while I was shifting up and down and in and out of her pussy, but I
never broke my stride, nor did I have any desire to stop. It wasn't
until both of our tummies were grumbling loud enough before she giggled
at me and smacked me along the outside of my right arm while looking
deep into my eyes with a little grin on her face.
"You know I wanna keep your randy Yank cock inside me, don't you?"
"Just remember if it's available and your little girl's awake she might
want it for herself."
"Bastard! You know just what to say so I won't give you up, don't you?"
It was after I'd lifted myself off her body enough so our noses and
chins were about six inches apart, kept my body from crushing hers using
my hands pressed to the bed along her ribs, my arms locked straight, and
while I was staring into her eyes that I saw her lips twist down into a
pout. Something told me she might have prepared her heart for what I
was about to say the night before, or at least had surrendered herself
to the impossible dream of happiness with me, because I watched as she
struggled to mouth the words that I'd nearly uttered in the dark. When
she was able to whisper something it wasn't loud enough to hear, but it
was certainly strong enough for me to catch with my eyes.
"I love you, Julian."
The first thing she saw was my smile. The second thing was me approach
her mouth for a kiss. After that I rose above her again and watched her
stare at my mouth for something that was sure to change our lives for
quite a while to come. The moment she saw my lips begin to open she
shivered and arched her back so we could more completely become one.
"I love you too, Kitten."
Her body seemed to melt into the sheets and her demeanor lighten, and
while she was bathed in a sense of future rapture I spoke loud enough
for there to be no mistake about what I think we both wanted.
"Be mine, Aileen ... marry me."
Aileen burst into tears, wrapped her arms around my body, pulled me down
and tight to her naked form, and squeezed me hard enough to hurt. It
was while my face was pressed to her pillow that I felt Hannah move and
then heard her speak for the first time in hours.
"What, Mummy? Why are you crying again?"
"Joo ... Joo ... Julian wants to be your Dah, Moppet! He's asked me to
marry him."
Any notion of my littlest lover being tired or sleepy was gone a
fraction of a second later, because she twisted in bed, flung herself at
me and Aileen, and hugged both of us while she cried. It took a while
for either of them to return to a more relaxed attitude, but I didn't
mind at all. I knew what my future held ... and both of them were with
me in bed, naked.
Had anyone seen the three of us an hour later they wouldn't have
suspected anything out of the ordinary. All of us were dressed in very
comfortable clothes, Aileen was busy crafting an English breakfast, and
I was busy tickling a six year old loud and long enough for Hannah to be
squealing at the top of her lungs and wiggling around like a fish caught
in a net. It was only my adult lover's voice and smile that convinced
me to carry my tiny playmate upside-down toward her chair at the table
so I could place her where she was going to eat and so I could take yet
another look at the the little girl's knickers.
"Okay, Hannah ... let Julian rest long enough so he can eat."
It was a strange way to tell both of us that she might not have minded
how it sounded and looked for us to act so boisterous. To make sure I
had a positive effect on my future partner I turned Hannah right side
up, placed her on her chair, kissed her in a playful manner, and then
held my arms out toward Aileen. My Brit bird put the food she had in
her hands down, welcomed my embrace, and kissed me with quite a bit more
enthusiasm than her daughter had.
Breakfast was splendid and lasted long enough for the three of us to
begin to talk about what all of us wanted to happen in short order.
"Aileen ... I know it was rude and very insensitive of me to ask you
what I did in bed, but I'm not about to miss out on what I'm sure is
going to be a truly remarkable life with you ... if you'll let me be a
part of it."
Both of my girls kept looking at each other and then stared at me until
I claimed both of their hands closest to me so I could hold them. I got
a smile from each of them, and their appendages clasped mine quite a bit
tighter than mind did theirs. Neither of them said anything right away,
but when Aileen began to utter a few words in a low tone I wasn't sure
what she might want to share at first.
"Julian ... I know it's only been a short time since ... since my Vinny
passed, but ... "
Something about the way she was stammering and looking down at her empty
breakfast plate hinted she was trying not to hurt my feelings when she
broke the news I didn't want to hear. All I could do was sit there and
wait for my dreams to be shattered, again.
It might have been easy for me to coax her to say more, or at least be
a bit quicker about what she might need to say, but I did little more
than hold their hands, play with their soft skin using the face of my
thumbs, and wait. It seemed to take forever for Aileen to build up her
strength to finish, and all I could do was anticipate a long and very
lonely flight home.
" ... I ... we both love you very much. I know we've got a randy manner
about us when we're alone in bed, and most people, including my Mum and
Dah, would be horrified, but ... "
Hannah's face was almost as rigid as stone while she stared at her Mum.
What seemed to be an interminable wait for me must have seemed like an
eternity to the little girl.
" ... but I think we're all smart enough to keep our adventures hidden
from most proper folks ... if you'll have us."
The moment she looked up a little bit and peeked at me with her face
part way toward the table I knew what she was trying to say and how
embarrassed she might have felt about loving me so soon after Vinny had
died. For her to lean toward me and give me a soft kiss could have
meant anything, but her right hand pulling mine across the table until
it was being pressed into her small right titty was all the proof I
needed that she'd accepted me, my randy Yank antics, and the likelihood
that I'd be sexing her daughter as often or more than I'd be fucking
her. Rolling her braless nipple around and then cupping her soft breast
in front of her daughter might have looked like a hideous act by a moral
degenerate and cretin, but her grin and the way she pulled on my arm I
knew she wasn't the least offended.
Since it was already late March and the weather was nice Aileen and I
decided to go for a drive and visit a park they knew that had plenty of
room, lots of happy people, and enough distractions for me to get into
much more trouble. We walked, talked, laughed, and eventually got
Hannah tired enough so I'd have to carry her around. I didn't mind one
bit. Aileen seemed proud to keep her hand in mine or tuck her small
appendage into the crook of my arm closest to her while we ambled about.
We even received a number of long looks and plenty of smiles while we
ventured along one long winding path, our arms around each other and a
few kisses exchanged. For her to act in such a brazen manner after such
a short time as a widow could have gotten Aileen into a lot of trouble,
especially if her parents had seen us, but each kiss was followed by a
long stare into each other's eyes, and then unbroken smiles that proved
we loved each other more for our mutual company than just a few hours in
bed having unbound sex.
Rather than return to their home at the end of the day Aileen drove us
to her folks' house for dinner. Maybe it was Evelyn's keen intuition or
a phone call I wasn't able to see, but as soon as we got there Aileen
disappeared into the kitchen as if our arrival had been planned. My
adult partner ventured away with her Mum as I carried a giggling blond
Brit child with me into their parlor. The moment my ass was settled
into their comfy couch I twisted Hannah around, lifted both of her knees
into the air, and knew I was exposing the back of her underwear to
anyone who could see.
Reggie could have curtailed my activities in favor of more relaxed deeds
and conversation or the need to keep his granddaughter's modesty
protected, but he seemed content to watch me play with and tickle his
'Moppett'. My actions were never wicked enough to offend the elderly
man, but they were familiar enough when I began to nibble on at least
part of Hannah's left thigh near her knee to expose more than a little
of my playmate's knickers. Her squeals and laughter could have offended
both or either of her grandparents, but Hannah was far too oblivious to
her surroundings to notice anything but my constant loving abuse. It
was her familiar screech that forced me to discontinue my activities.
"I GOTTA WEE!!!"
I could have lifted Hannah into the air and carried her to the loo, but
we weren't in my or her house, so my randy Yank habits with little girls
in the potty would have to wait.
Her feet were placed to the floor as she cupped her crotch with one
hand, and I saw that familiar grin for a second that could have spelled
disaster. All it took was a single pop on her bum to get her moving.
"Off you go, Kitten. We'll play some more if your Grandpa says it's
okay after you return."
She might have wanted to ask me to help her deal with such a boring
bathroom activity and make it less so, but she must have realized that
her GrandDah wasn't prepared for my tending to the child in such an
intimate manner yet. Holding her panties in place and exposing enough
of her knickers to look cute Hannah made her way to the potty with a
look of disappointment on her face. It was what Reggie said next that
took the wind right out of my sails.
"You have a right better manner about my Moppet than her daddy had, Lad,
and if I didn't know any better you probably love her a mite more as
well. Your handling and treatment of her seems to prove that."
The only way to respond would be in a direct manner, so with no real
significant delay I spoke in a calm demeanor and confirmed what was sure
to be as obvious as the sun going down.
"I love Hannah a lot more than most people would think appropriate,
Reggie. Ever since I saw her she had my heart and I've given her mine.
The only way I could be assured of utter happiness for the rest of my
life is if I was able to prove to you and Evelyn that I also loved your
daughter as much as her little one."
What I wasn't aware of at the moment was an audience of both women
peeking around the corner of the open kitchen doorway, Aileen blushing,
and then smiling from ear to ear a second or two later. But it was
Evelyn's prodding along Aileen's back that brought the young mother
further out and in my presence, an apparent nudge from the smiling older
woman just enough to get her nervous daughter close enough for me to
reach out and take control of her right hand.
What Aileen hadn't anticipated was for me to pull her down onto my lap,
lay her down so her back was pressed to the couch where her daughter had
been a minute before, and then lift her left knee high enough for me to
begin nibbling along the inside of her calf about an inch away. Any
squeal Hannah provided was bested by her Mum, but at least Aileen had
the good sense to cup her hands around her thighs and pull the material
of her skirt up so her knickers weren't displayed to everyone in the
room. That only made my attack much more successful, since her modesty
afforded me unrestricted access to the more public area of her legs. It
was only her pitiful plea that prevented me from continuing for very
long.
"Julian! Stop! I gotta wee!!!"
Both Evelyn and Reggie were laughing hard and holding their tummies,
their daughter's scamper toward the loo coinciding with Hannah's return
trip for just as much abuse as her mommy had gotten. For the tyke to
tug her frock to her chin and offer me her bare tummy was a surprising
move, but one I had the perfect response for. All it took was my loud
growls and animated toothless munching along her belly button for her
squeals to be so intense I imagined fine leaded crystal shattering
nearby.
Both Evelyn and Reggie seemed to have just as much fun as Hannah had,
both of them seated across from me while I played with their Moppet, and
both of my older hosts holding each other with an appearance of relaxed
acceptance while they laughed and watched. They could have asked me to
act in a more modest and restrained fashion, but they never once seemed
offended by the amount of little girl knickers being shown off while I
nibbled on her silken tummy and kept my playmate laughing.
When Aileen returned to the scene she didn't seem any more offended by
what I was doing than her folks did and even sat down to my right and
leaned against me with her left arm around my back. Rather than look
the least bit angry or embarrassed when I withdrew my face from her
little girl's belly Aileen seemed very happy. It was her mother who
removed all doubt about another attack being levied on the bare belly
under my control.
"Love ... if it was up to our Moppet she'd probably be hoisting her
frock for her favorite playmate far more often than the local minister
would prefer."
There was a subtle inference being tossed into my lap, but I wasn't
ready to admit to delving between my younger lover's thighs quite yet.
Aileen cleared the air a few seconds later.
"My Julian has been at the receiving end of my little girl's affection
for quite some time, and her hoisting her frock in front of him is
something that I've got no concerns about. I love to see her smile,
hear her laugh, and would be happy to enjoy that sentiment for the rest
of my life."
Staring into Aileen's eyes and watching her face turn a deep crimson
confirmed she hadn't thought long or clearly enough about what her
statement sounded like. All it took was for me to whisper to her for
my wishes to be revealed her before I did so with everyone in the room.
"May I ask your father for his permission and blessing, Aileen?"
That's when I was able to see an even deeper vermilion glow from her
forehead that disappeared far into the top hem of her blouse. In spite
of any notion of propriety or social acceptance because of her recent
loss she nodded just enough for me to take notice of. Her folks might
not have had a clue, but they were about to get one soon enough. Rather
than potentially spoil their dinner plans I thought it best to wait for
a few minutes. A low whisper was all I needed to offer for Aileen to
keep smiling.
"After dinner, then?"
Hannah didn't like being kept in the dark and pulled herself vertical as
she chastised me for being so secretive.
"Hey, no fair! What's my Uncle Julian saying, Mummy?"
"He'll share it in a bit, Love. Why don't we see about dinner, then?
Otherwise he might get randy and try to tickle your GrandMum."
Evelyn burst off the couch next to her husband and scampered toward the
kitchen as if she thought I might want to tickle her knees or tummy as
well. Reggie let out a belly busting laugh that was sure to stir him
toward the loo as well, the sight of his older and rather plump wife
moving that quickly much more humorous than what it might have looked
like for me to tickle the matronly lady.
It was obvious from the meal where Aileen's kitchen skills came from,
because everything both of the ladies produced and laid out tasted good
enough to be served at a four star restaurant. I actually had to refuse
a third helping of everything on the table, which made me wonder why
Reggie was so thin. He certainly packed away enough food to make him
look much wider in the mid-section. What might have surprised the
ladies was what I said next while facing Reggie.
"So, tell me, Reggie. You up for some dishwater hands for a bit, then?"
My attempt at sounding British stirred he, his wife, and Aileen to burst
out laughing, but it was his response that curtailed his wife and
daughter's noise in seconds.
"Right smart idea, Lad. I like your style, Mate."
"Then I suppose it's to the parlor for the girls, then?"
"Right! Off you go, girls. Me and Julian got some work to do, and we
don't need no bothersome pests scampering about underfoot."
I was very pleased when the little girl sitting to my left spoke up.
"Gran-Dah ... can I help you and Uncle Julian, please?"
"Lovely! Good enough, then. Your Mummy and GrandMum can go visit for a
bit and sip on some tea while the three of us tend to the dishes. Up
you get."
Instead of reaching for Reggie, Hannah twisted on her chair and extended
her hands toward my face. That was my cue to push back far enough to
make some room, lift her free, give her a little kiss on the lips, and
then set her feet down. Like a smart lass she collected her plate and
silverware and carried them to the sink. I think both of the older
ladies were a bit more surprised than they might have been willing to
admit, but neither of them were going to miss a chance to sit and visit
while the dirty dishes were rendered clean.
Just as Reggie had hinted both Evelyn and Aileen enjoyed some tea and
biscuits while I washed, Hannah rinsed, and Reggie dried and organized.
The conversation he and I shared was light, varied, and never strayed
into territories that might have appeared inappropriate. But even with
such a task being completed in a comfortable and relaxed manner I knew
there were many questions he wanted answered. If I had my chance they'd
all be resolved in little time.
By the time everything was washed and put away Evelyn and Aileen were
back for a second round of tea, the kitchen was clean, everything put
away, and not a single dish or drinking glass broken. I'm sure they
were more than a little surprised, but it was where Hannah was and what
she was doing that stirred a suggestion from Aileen that I hadn't
anticipated.
"Why don't you take your little girl to the loo, Julian? She hasn't
gone for a bit, and I'm sure she'd rather have your company than anyone
else's for a bit."
I stared into Aileen's eyes for a few seconds hoping she understood
what that would look like to her folks. The longer I looked the wider
her smile, and yet neither Evelyn nor Reggie were the least offended or
troubled by their daughter's suggestion, because the older woman busied
herself with another pot of tea while he disappeared to the cupboard for
his favorite biscuits. When I saw Aileen nod a couple of times while
she was smiling I knew it was okay to amble off behind a closed door for
a wee, a wipe, and a lick.
Moments after the bathroom door was closed I turned around to see Hannah
grinning up to me as she held her frock all the way to her chin. There
was a strong need in her little body, and my antics would be hard to
restrain, even in her grandparents' house. Pulling her panties down and
staring at her plump charms was a celebration in hedonistic lust the
likes of which many British people would despise, and yet while I knelt
down at Hannah's feet and shifted both of my hands to her naked vulva
neither of us were the least hesitant about conducting ourselves in the
most wicked and lewd manner possible.
Strumming her bald and puffy nether lips and then wiggling a single
digit between them so I could roll her clitoris around might have been
cruel, because she hadn't even gone pee yet, but Hannah cocked her knees
out, shifted her feet apart, and put one of her hands on the top of my
head. That was my cue to lower my height just enough to place my mouth
onto her tender sweetness and give her a few moments of pleasure.
It would have been nice to give her a quick cum, but we weren't in her
home or mine, so my adventures between her thighs were kept short. She
went pee, I wiped, I licked her for a few seconds after that, and with
no words exchanged I brought her back out of the hallway bathroom.
Evelyn, Reggie, and Aileen were sitting in the parlor on the couches,
the elder couple where they'd been before dinner, and Aileen patting the
couch where I'd tickled both her and her little one. Once I was sitting
and she put her left arm around my back I knew it was time for me to
drop a proverbial American bombshell. All it took was a look into
Aileen's eyes, then Hannah's, and then back to Aileen's for me to get a
nod from her. She knew what I was going to do and wasn't the least
concerned, at least outwardly. Had I known she was shaking in her
panties to the point of falling faint I might have waited a little
longer.
My position was shifted slightly until I was deep on the couch, close to
their daughter, and then pulled Hannah as far into my chest as I could
with her sitting sideways facing her mother. All it took was for me to
face my hosts and suck up my courage for something that could have
gotten me deported before the next sunrise.
"Evelyn ... Reggie ... I've got something I need to tell and then to ask
both of you."
"Right, Lad. What's got you three so nervous?"
"Well ... when I told you earlier that I fell in love with Hannah the
first time I saw her you might have assumed I was just being polite.
But I need to ask you something that's sure to shock you quite a bit."
Their expressions changed as if I'd just hinted that I was a world
renowned criminal who was going to do unspeakable acts with everyone in
the neighborhood, especially any underage girls. It was only required
of me to say what I might and move on, so I gathered my strength and
while looking at Reggie uttered words that could have gotten me shot.
"I'd like very much to get your permission and blessing to make Hannah
my daughter ... permanently."
Evelyn's expression was priceless, and her next few words proved I
hadn't done enough to prepare either of the mature folks.
"You ... you want to adopt Hannah? But ... what about Aileen? Does she
want to surrender her child to an American like that? She's never said
a word to us since she got back from the USA about something like that
at all. All she's done is talk about how wonderful their stay in your
country and home was."
Both Aileen and I laughed at what they misunderstood as a poor way for
me to ask for something that was considered a bit more acceptable.
"No! She's not going to surrender Hannah at all."
"Then ... what's all this about, then?"
Aileen and I looked back and forth into each other's eyes for a few
seconds, I turned to face her parents like a teen asking to take her out
on her first date, and then calmly asked a question that was sure to get
me either thrown out or hugged.
"May I have your permission to marry your daughter?"
It took both of them a few seconds to process the words, but once they'd
regained their sense of mental balance both of them grinned, burst up
off the couch, and pulled both Aileen and me to our feet. I almost
dropped Hannah on her bum before she was nestled tight to my left hip,
and I felt a lot better about being hugged by Evelyn as Aileen was in
her Dah's grasp than to be hauled off by the local constabulary.
Evelyn seemed much more enthusiastic about what I'd asked once she had a
chance to think about it, and she expressed a certain level of surprise
at my strange way of getting to my intended goal.
"Good Lord, young man. I was certain you'd lost your mind by asking to
adopt our little Moppet like that. I was almost sure you were going to
ask for *her* hand in marriage rather than my little girl's."
Reggie then piped up a moment later, still hugging his daughter to his
chest, and smiling like a Cheshire Cat.
"Right, Lad! The way it sounded, Evie and I thought for sure you were a
right randy Yank and wanted to steal off with my little Moppet to do
unspeakable things to her once you got her back to your country."
Blushing could have confirmed what my motives had been and would be for
quite a while to come, but to also see Aileen's face covered in a lovely
red glow proved she was thinking along the same lines as I was.
Thankfully neither Evelyn nor Reggie stayed focused on what Aileen and I
did, and they shifted the conversation toward much more mundane topics.
"It's a right randy idea for a Yank to want to marry our little girl
away from us, but I think we both now understand a lot more about what
she's been keeping to herself since they got back. Had you two been
thinking about this before they came back from America?"
"NO, NO, NO! I just sprang it upon her today."
Reggie looked at me as if I'd pulled Hannah's knickers down right in
front of her Mum and grandparents and spoke in a loud and animated
fashion that hid none of his shock.
"Madness! You mean to tell me you hadn't talked about it before?
What's gotten into the two of you, anyway? I'd tell you to bugger off
if I wasn't sure you were serious."
Aileen and I exchanged glances, and I think she understood that I needed
for her to help me a little bit. She pulled away from her father,
shifted closer to me, put her left arm around my back, and then spoke in
a gentle and confident tone.
"Mum ... Dah ... I know it sounds as if we're mad for Julian to even
think of something so soon after my Vinny passed, but while we were in
America Julian and I kind of fell in love without actually trying. I
knew what was going to happen to my husband soon enough, but I never
told Julian about it."
"Then, what prompted all this?"
While looking up into my eyes and offering a little smile Aileen
surrendered the last of her soul to me as she shifted into my right side
a little more and gave me a hug opposite her mother that should have
been a clue to anyone in the area that we weren't just kidding around.
"What Julian didn't know while we were staying in his lovely house was
how much I'd fallen for him, even with my husband's passing so near.
Something about being alone scared me, and the way Julian treated all of
us, but especially Hannah, made it seem as if we were destined to be
together as a family. I know it was wrong for me to fall in love with
someone else like that, especially a Yank ... an American, but you both
know that Vinny wasn't the best husband and father, even while we were
here in Great Britain. The way I felt around Julian and the way he
treated my Moppet so wonderfully made it seem as if he'd be a much
better Dah than Vinny. All it took were a number of days where Vinny
was off touring the countryside in America and Julian was working his
secret magic on my heart for me to feel something that was even better
and stronger than when I fell in love with Vinny."
A lot more was being shared than I'd imagined, and I felt both proud and
humbled at what I heard.
"I couldn't help but fall in love with Julian ... because of the way he
treated us so warm and sweet, offered his hospitality so willingly,
spent every waking minute trying to make Hannah and me happy, and seemed
like such a wonderful lad that I couldn't help but wish for a very
different kind of future with him. I know it was wrong for me to fall
for him like that, but he kept treating me so well and offered my little
girl a kind of future that she'd never have with her own father, even if
he hadn't had to deal with his illness. It was hard for me to admit it,
even to myself, but after we'd gotten home and Vinny took on his old and
familiar ways I secretly hoped Julian could love me as much as I thought
I loved him. I know it was naive, but that's what's so special about
falling in love."
Evelyn and Reggie waited for a few minutes before either of them said
anything, and it was the cold hard truth of what we were considering
that seemed to put a damper on the whole idea. Reggie held nothing back
as he shared his thoughts.
"You two know you just can't sport off to the chapel and tie the knot,
right? Since he's a Yank ... an American, you'll both have to suffer
through lots of curious and nosy questions by lots of crude Brits and
Yanks. Mercy! I can't imagine what you've gotten yourselves into."
I tilted my head down to look at Aileen, she turned her face up to look
up into my eyes, and we exchanged a few ideas that should have been held
back a little. Just staring into her gaze was enough to make me horny,
and I had to keep from lowering my mouth to hers lest I offend the
gentle sensibilities of her folks. It was a mature awareness of plenty
of work ahead that made what we were talking about seem a little bit
more normal or natural. I then offered something to her parents that
might have sounded quaint, or possibly overly romantic, but it was the
truth, and both Aileen and I knew it.
"If we love each other as much as we think we do, and our future
together is meant to be ... well ... the amount of work required for us
to be a family is insignificant. What do you think, Aileen?"
"I think I'm a very lucky bird for falling in love with such a nice
American man, that's what."
Hannah couldn't hold back any longer and barely whimpered something that
proved she still wasn't completely in tune with our conversation.
"Mummy ... does this mean Uncle Julian and you really are gonna get
married like you said before?"
Aileen's blush a minute or two before was bested by what looked like an
instant sunburn. The little girl had just dropped a little bombshell of
her own, and it made her mom's job that much harder. Evelyn was the
first to pipe up and express her concerns regarding what her daughter
had said to her granddaughter.
"Aileen ... was this something that you've been cooking up a lot longer
than Julian's admitted to?"
The way Aileen tucked her face into my chest for a minute made her look
ashamed of what it must have looked like to her folks, but she stood a
bit taller a few seconds later and looked right into her mother's eyes
when she spoke next.
"What I told my Moppet was a dream and fantasy that I had after Vinny
died. Sure, I felt a strong attraction to Julian when we were visiting
him, but I wasn't absolutely sure of my feelings until after I was left
alone with Hannah to deal with the broken pieces of my life. It might
look like I want to take advantage of his hospitality and kindness so I
don't have to be a widow supporting an orphaned child, but my feelings
for Julian come from the heart, and I shared a little of what I was
feeling with my little one after I had a good cry a while back."
Evelyn and Reggie seemed to accept a little of what Aileen said, but I
could tell they needed a lot more convincing. Only the direct approach
would do, so I spoke confidently and honestly about what Aileen and I
barely had a chance to talk about over the last day or so.
"To make sure we're both truly in love and not acting like a young
Yank soldier overseas during wartime with the first lovely Brit bird who
stole his heart I'm willing to meet with a marriage counselor and the
necessary British and American diplomats before you give us your
permission to marry. Neither Aileen nor I are foolish little kids out
of high school, even if we act like it sometimes ... "
Tickling Aileen under her right arm and getting her to squeal and jump
a little seemed to put a fine point on my last comment.
" ... so we're a lot more mindful of what we're in for and what the
road ahead is going to be like. What I hadn't shared with either of you
two, Evelyn and Reggie, was that I used to be married to a lovely woman
who was in the American military. She was killed overseas a few years
ago, and for quite a while I wasn't really sure what my future held.
The moment I saw Hannah and Aileen I kind of had a whole new reason to
live again."
Reggie seemed to take his role as father and protector a lot more
seriously a moment later and grilled me like he might have Vince before
the man was allowed to marry such a lovely young woman.
"Are you stable and able to provide for my daughter and granddaughter's
future, Julian? I can't be concerned about them while they're so far
away, because I won't be able to pop in and check on them nearly as
often as I can right now."
"To be honest, Reggie ... Evelyn ... I'm a well-to-do retired man with
plenty of resources to provide for not only myself, but for my new wife
and daughter as well. I've even considered how old I'm going to be when
I walk my little girl down the aisle ... if our plans work out, that is,
so this isn't something that's being tossed around like a beach ball on
holiday, as you Brits call it."
That stirred a chuckle from both Reggie and his wife, but he still
didn't seem convinced. Evelyn could have shut him down and sided with
her daughter and future son-in-law, but she seemed to enjoy watching me
squirm while her spouse made me feel uncomfortable.
"So ... you've got money then?"
"Well ... I'm not gob-smacking rich, if that's what you mean, but I do
have enough cash in the bank, own my house outright, have plenty of
stocks and investments to provide for a nice income for many years, and
I'm also smart and willing enough to consider earning a decent living in
the professional world if I need to."
Aileen seemed to get a little irritated at her father's questions and
began to defend her motives and my security when I turned to face her
and spoke in a serious tone right into her mouth.
"Does this mean you're gonna want to file that life insurance policy
on me right away after we get married, or are you willing to wait for a
year or two, Love?"
She actually smacked me in the chest less than a second later hard
enough to hurt. Almost as soon as the sound echoed off a few walls
Aileen cupped her mouth with the same hand she struck me with and looked
up at me with a horrified expression. My joke wasn't met with the same
level of appreciation it was meant to, so I spoke again before anyone
else had a chance to.
"I'm sorry, Aileen. It's apparent my Yank humor needs a bit more
polish. I guess the Queen was right to kick my ancestors out of England
a while back, 'cause they probably had just as crude a way about them."
Aileen's next offering was provided in a low tone that was filled with
enough emotion to prove she was genuinely sorry for striking me.
"I'm so sorry, Julian. I had no right to pop you like that, but what
you said took me off guard, Love, and I was shocked that you'd even
think like that. You know I've never even asked about your money or
having any part of it, so I got a bit insulted at what you ... what
your statement insinuated. Please forgive me."
I reached around her back with my right hand, tucked my index and middle
fingers under her chin, and tilted her face up until she was looking
directly into my eyes.
"There's nothing to forgive, Kitten. It was a bad joke and never to be
repeated. I promise never to make light of that sort of thing ever
again, okay?"
Her smile and nod lifted the mood quite a bit, but Hannah's question
still needed to be answered, so I turned to face her and spoke in a
tender and affectionate tone. There was no need to offer anything she
couldn't comprehend, so the direct and simple approach was needed.
"Angel, if your Grand-Mum and Grand-Dah say it's okay, then your Mummy
and I really are gonna get married, but they have to say it's okay
first, alright?"
Hannah turned to face Evelyn and Reggie, and without missing a beat
asked Aileen's parents pretty much what I'd hoped they'd hear.
"Can my Mummy marry Uncle Julian, please? I promise I'll be a right
good girl and won't make a fuss."
Evelyn couldn't even wait to answer before she reached for and lifted
Hannah out of my arms. It might have looked like the woman was going to
take my little lover away from me, but a tight grandmother hug, a laugh,
and a few well chosen words proved otherwise to the six year old.
"Moppet, as far as I'm concerned your Mummy can marry anyone she wishes.
I just hope Julian is smart enough to act before I can change my mind
and try to talk your Mummy out of having a wonderful life with a right
nice Yank lad."
She offered a kiss to her granddaughter after which Hannah turned to
face Evelyn's husband.
"Grand-Dah? Can my Mummy marry Uncle Julian, please? I wanna be his
little girl for like forever, 'cause he's super nice to me and stuff."
He might have wanted to pretend to be gruff and make the little girl
worry about whether he'd approve or not, but all he had to do was look
into Hannah's intense gaze and react pretty much as I did the first time
our eyes met. Rather than answer directly he seemed more interested in
providing one last hint that the next few days and weeks would be hard.
"It's not going to be easy on your Mummy and Mister Julian, Love. There
are lots of things you don't understand about a Brit marrying a Yank.
There are barristers to see, politicians to chat up, counselors to meet,
and more than a few solicitors to help work on the necessary papers. It
isn't going to be easy, nor will it be quick. It might take a mite
longer than you'd like, Love, so you can't expect to just run off to
America next week. Do you understand?"
Hannah lowered her face, fumbled with the bottom hem of her dress, and
then looked up to her grandmother's face.
"Grand-Mum? Does this mean that I can't go back to America until I'm
as old as my Mummy?"
Aileen sucked back a sob, hugged me to her left side, and looked as if
she was trying to keep her place next to me. It was obvious she thought
her little one was as precious as I did. It might have been helpful if
I tried to add some additional simple phrases and concepts so Hannah
could grasp the finer points of an international marriage, but trusted
Evelyn and Reggie's ability to resolve any of the little girl's concerns
at the moment. To hear Evelyn answer in a whisper to my tiny playmate
confirmed the woman wasn't the least troubled about her Brit daughter
trundling off to America for the foreseeable future.
"Silly, Moppet. What you're Grand-Dah is trying to say is that it's
going to work out fine, but will take a little longer than a few days
for you and your Mummy to live happily ever after."
Hannah perked up and smiled as if she remembered a story that she'd
either read or heard her mother, father, or grandparents tell her.
"Does that mean I can be a princess for real, Grand-Mum?"
Evelyn pulled Hannah into a snug embrace before she could utter a word.
Seconds later a few tears poured down her cheek as she looked over the
little girl's shoulders toward Aileen and me. The quiver of her lips
told me she might have liked the idea of her granddaughter living the
life of a princess rather than a kitchen slave named Ella with cinders
staining her ragged clothes.
"Yes it does, Love. You'll be a princess very soon, even if only for
your Mummy and new Dah."
The rest of the evening was one long continuous conversation about all
manner of subjects, most of them centered around what Aileen and I were
going to be dealing with. Lots of useful and even a little spirited
information was received, and before too much was lost Aileen began to
jot down all manner of suggestions for people to start talking to about
our impending legal obligations.
About the only thing not completely confirmed was how both Evelyn and
Reggie felt about their daughter marrying an American. Hannah might
have been able to ask the question in a direct manner, but it was
important that I hear the words myself. Just before we rose to go to
Aileen's house I looked into Reggie's eyes and asked him again.
"Reggie ... may I have your permission and blessing to marry your
daughter?"
It was obvious to the man that I needed to hear the words, and without
any subterfuge or innuendo he provided what Aileen, Hannah, and I needed
to hear.
"Lad ... I'd be right proud to have a Yank son-in-law. Yes. You have
our permission and blessing to wed."
An hour later Aileen, Hannah, and I were lying in bed, all naked, but
sex so far from our minds that even Reggie and Evelyn might approve of
us sleeping like that, had they known. I knew Aileen was still deep in
thought about what we'd gotten ourselves into, because she remained
silent but stayed awake for quite a while that night. To be honest I
was also contemplating all manner of subjects as well and tried to
reflect on what had happened at my house back in Kentucky and also what
had transpired in Evelyn and Reggie's a few hours before.
Waking up with a hard-on wasn't new, but doing so with it tucked between
a six year old's thighs certainly was. The moment I realized I wasn't
the only one awake I turned to see Aileen smiling at me.
"What, Kitten?"
"Of all the men in the whole world I couldn't imagine anyone as sweet
and tender as you, Julian."
"Really? Why?"
"For the last hour your future little girl has been rocking her nubbin
into your body in her sleep and probably hoping you'd wake up enough to
give her what her dreams were probably filled with. But instead of
sexing her like some cheap harlot all you did was hold her tight to your
body and keep her protected and warm. I know it might be considered
wrong in other peoples' eyes for a man to have his wanker tucked between
a little girl's thighs, but I can't imagine a more beautiful
relationship between a randy Yank father and his little Brit girl."
"What about a sexy relationship between that randy Yank and that little
girl's Mummy? Any thoughts on that?"
She snuggled a little closer, offered me a kiss, and then tucked her
face tight to my neck along my jaw.
"I'm still in a little shock at the moment. I guess it hasn't sunk in
just yet, but we really are talking about getting married, aren't we?"
"Yes we are. What you might not know is how proud I am that I was smart
enough to tell you that I love you, even after I've been such a naughty
boy and sexed your little girl for so long."
"Randy bastard."
"Get used to saying that, Kitten, 'cause my antics in our house are
gonna take on a whole new level of depravity and perversion once I get
you back there. Are you comfortable with that?"
Aileen pulled back just far enough to look up into my face as if she
needed to see my eyes when I heard her speak.
"Does that mean she's going to be your number one and me your number
two? Please be honest with me, Julian."
Her expression told me much more than I could have imagined. Aileen was
genuinely concerned that I'd allowed Hannah to remain higher on my list
than she was, and in spite of my original goal to have the little girl
as often and in as many ways as I dreamed of I still had to admit my
love for Aileen was real, pure, and deep. My future wife looked so
precious staring up at me with a forlorned expression that I wanted to
pull her tight to my body and hug the air out of her lungs. With Hannah
tucked tight to my belly and my cock nestled so sweetly between her
chubby thighs I had to settle for something else first. Before I pulled
us together I tilted her chin up and stared right into her eyes as I
spoke.
"I'm marrying *you*, young lady, not your daughter. If you'll let us
play every once in a while then I'll gladly accept any special time we
can share. But as far as our public and private lives are concerned
you'll always be my number one, Aileen. Hannah was the one I fell in
lust with and I'll certainly keep her happy any way I can, but I fell in
love with you on a more mature and adult level, so please don't think
for a minute that I'm marrying you to get access to Hannah, okay?"
She smiled, leaned forward for a little kiss, and then spoke directly
into my mouth.
"Thanks, Julian. I feel better knowing you truly do love me, even if
you're gonna be inside my little girl's knickers more than she is."
"Knickers? Who said anything about my letting either you or Hannah wear
knickers inside my house?"
"Randy Yank."
"Naughty Mummy."
"Now ... why don't you do your future little girl a favor and give her
a right nice tingle to wake up to."
"And how should I do that ... Love?"
"Use that nice willy for something other than taking a wee, silly boy."
"You don't mind, Baby? For real?"
"Of course not, Julian. I know you're gonna have sex with her. I'm not
going to be jealous unless she kicks me out of my own bed and expects to
be treated like your primary school wife."
"As long as you really don't mind, Baby. I don't want to "
"Oh, would you please just sex the silly thing so I can have you after?"
"Soooo ... that was your plan all along, aye?"
"Why of course! She might get you for a little while, but I'm going to
have you until you're completely useless and helpless."
"Smart bird."
"That's more like it. Now ... do you need any help, or can you manage?"
"It would be rather naughty to have some help. Care to get me hard with
a little oral before I spend my first load into her?"
"Try to stop me, Yank."
Aileen shifted around on the bed until she was nestled between my
splayed legs, shifted Hannah up my tummy a little bit, lowered her mouth
onto my aching cock, and then worked me over until I had a wonderful
orgasm in her mouth. She even took the time to let me relax for a few
minutes and then mouthed me long enough to get me hard again.
"There you go, Lad. Nice and hard and just the right size for a little
girl to enjoy for a little while."
"What a wonderful mother you are to your daughter, Aileen."
She smacked my tummy between Hannah's thighs and then pulled the little
girl down my body until we were lined up. With just a little help from
an index finger for Hannah and her mouth for my cock it took a little
longer for Aileen to direct the end of my dick into the right spot, but
once our flesh touched Aileen never teased either Hannah or me. What
was more than a little surprising was how excited Aileen got watching me
roll my hips up into my little lover and slowly stab my penis into her
tender and very snug pussy. Just as she'd suggested I fucked Hannah
with a slow and tender pace until she groaned.
"Nnuuuuhhh! That feels good, Uncle Julian! Do it faster, okay?"
She might have expected me to get busy right away, but didn't anticipate
her mother licking up my dick and then teasing the little girl's butt
and vagina with her tongue. If Hannah had been turned the other way
around or wanted me to do her ass I'm sure Aileen would have been happy
to give her daughter a lingual orgasm, but all the naughty mommy got was
plenty of our combined lubrication and the softness of her daughter's
fanny.
Since Aileen had disarmed me I was able to keep a very respectable pace
until Hannah had one, two, and finally three nice orgasms before she
whimpered at me.
"Slow down, Uncle Julian! I can't do no more for a little bit."
"Sorry, Kitten. I'll take it out now."
"Uncle Julian?"
"Uh huh?"
"Can you put it in my arse, please?"
I didn't even hesitate before I answered.
"You have to turn over on my tummy so your Mummy can lick you for a
while, okay?"
"Kay."
Aileen helped by getting Hannah settled over my body and even helped me
direct my cock between the little girl's cheeks and against Hannah's
puckered rosebud. In a matter of a minute or two and while the young
mother was licking her daughter's clit my glans slipped into a snug grip
that was sure to be my doom. Five or ten minutes later and I was all
the way inside the steaming depths of my future daughter, her moans and
quivers because of her Mummy and future Dah's sexual exploits with the
little girl's lower openings.
By the time Hannah was moaning I was pounding her butt in firm deep
strokes and the six year old's thighs were against her mother's ears.
It seemed Aileen loved to tongue my little lover as much as I did,
because I could feel the woman's hands around her daughter's thighs and
felt her grip distort Hannah's soft skin close to her body. It was only
a near keening wail from our playmate that forced both Aileen and me to
give the child a break.
After a long slow rest with my dick ready to explode again I heard words
that only a man who loved little girls would crave.
"You can feel good now, Uncle Julian. I'm ready now."
I pulled Aileen up on the bed, turned her around, tucked my right index
and middle fingers into place between her thighs, wiggled my thumb
between her plump lips and onto her clitoris, worked my left index and
middle fingers between Hannah's legs, held them in place over her vulva,
fingered both of them at the same time, and then sought my own relief.
Success was achieved fairly quickly after that.
Fifteen minutes later I lifted Hannah up with me and carried her and
pulled Aileen along with me into their tub. It was very crowded, but I
was able to get us fairly clean as we showered together.
A month after I'd arrived I was having to travel back to Kentucky so I
could get my affairs in order and talk to my attorney. I didn't want to
leave, and my girls made sure to share that sentiment with plenty of
tears, but I had to put our plans into place and be smart about it.
What made our departure less troublesome and Aileen more willing to let
me go was a sparkling diamond engagement ring on her left ring finger,
the stone almost eight times larger than the wedding ring Vince had
gotten her. Carrying around a two carat beauty on her left hand might
have been a hint that Aileen was spoken for, but for Hannah to also be
wearing a smaller version with a more modest sized quarter-carat stone
proved they were both going to be my lovers for a long time. I was sure
there were going to be lots of questions asked about the little girl's
left ring finger donning a rather impressive gold ring with a bright
sparkling stone in a protected mounting, but she was worth it, and I was
ready for the potential grief.
Marrying Aileen three months later in her home town took more than a fair
amount of effort, and to see her working on her second and most cherished
wedding made me proud, but I also pitied the young woman, because she
looked harried, nervous, and much more anxious than she should have
been. Getting lots of help from her Mum and friends made most of her
troubles seem less so, but it was only when I watched the blond haired
flower girl and ring bearer walking toward me down the aisle that I felt
all of Aileen's hard work seemed worth the trouble.
Hannah beamed as she walked by herself with so many people watching her,
the dress she was wearing very similar to the one her Mummy had bought.
The six year old truly looked like a little princess, especially because
I was able to find some clear plastic high heel shoes for her to wear
and a sparkling tiara that was neatly placed on her head. In keeping
with her role she'd reach into a wide flat basket held by a narrow hoop
of silk in the crook of her left arm and toss a few rose petals every
few feet in front of her as she made her way forward. Her antics were
so precious and yet tinged with a kind of erotic flair that I'd come to
adore about her, and I imagined that I wasn't the only man having wicked
thoughts about the little girl at that moment.
To see the tyke making her way closer and intentionally flicking the
bottom hem of her princess dress out so people could see her feet from
beyond her long frock made me chuckle a few times, but since she was
only going to be her Mummy's flower girl and our ring bearer one time,
it was important for her to feel as if she was a full partner in our
celebration, and she deserved to attract all the attention she could
while it lasted. In a matter of a minute or two everyone's eyes would
be on her Mummy, so she had every right to be the center of focus for
the time being.
Many of those in attendance didn't expect for me to squat down in front
of Hannah and welcome her into my arms when she was close enough, and
they certainly might have been shocked when I placed a tender kiss or
two on her cherry tinted bee-stung lips, but for me to direct my angel
to my right side and help her get settled where she could watch her
Mummy walking toward us seemed to relax a few people in the crowd. A
minute or so after my future little girl was standling alongside me
another young girl brought the manifestation of our wedding day from the
front pew and let Hannah carefully hold the small pillow with our rings
stitched in place inside the basket where so many rose petals had been.
It confirmed who my bride was supposed to be, and even though I'd accept
Hannah everyone seemed to believe the little girl at my right had a less
than primary role in the service.
And then I saw her.
Aileen looked radiant in her bright white dress. Nothing could diminish
how beautiful both Aileen and her daughter were to me, but especially so
Aileen. Her face was hidden by a lacy web of finely stitched thread,
but I could still see her eyes sparkle all the way across the church
through the veil, the person who'd crafted it most likely someone of
tremendous skill and dexterity. My bride looked like an angel stolen
from Heaven while she was walking toward the altar, soon to be my wife.
How could I have gotten so lucky?
But rather than seem as relaxed as she was the day before at the church
rehearsal each of her steps were stiff and tense, as if she didn't want
to offend me or anyone else in the church, poor thing. She'd worked so
hard on that day and must have set a level of expectation for herself
that was hard to meet, because she wanted everything to be perfect, from
the flowers, the dresses, the guys' tuxes, and everyone she invited.
To see Reggie's stern and serious expression I might have surmised he
was terrified of wearing a black tuxedo in front of so many people. It
was only after he was walking a few feet between the wide pews next to
his daughter that I recognized his demeanor as a proud and respectful
father who didn't want to muck up his little girl's best wedding ever.
He had his arm cocked out as if he was escorting the Queen, and Aileen
probably felt just as regal. I'm sure the man was even more nervous
than I was, because he practically marched in military fashion. A few
of his older buddies who he'd served with must have been in attendance,
because I saw Reggie's chest push out as if he'd won the war by himself
after he took a few narrow-eyed glances into the crowd.
It took a while for my bride to agree to it, but I was able to convince
her to let me buy her a dress that was much more extravagant than most
wedding dresses for a 'common' person. The thing wasn't covered in gold
or precious gems, but was resplendent in light layers of diaphanous
fabric in the right places, lacy accessories in many others, a long
train that flowed behind her like the wake of the ocean behind a
glorious and sparkling new sailing ship, and soft silken thread for the
larger portions.
There was also a rather ample portion of her body between her chin and
titties left bare so everyone could appreciate what the low-cut push up
half-bra she had on was doing for her confidence. To see her little
breasts jiggle with each step she took made me want to run down the
aisle and press my face to her boobies so I could munch on them for an
hour or two. That would have set a bad precedent on the service, so I
reconsidered and remained near the altar with Hannah.
The moment Reggie handed me his daughter's right hand and she placed her
left on top of our joined appendages I knew the dream I'd fallen into
was real. Nothing had prepared me for that day, and I was glad for it.
Moments later and with Aileen and me staring into each other's eyes
Reggie took his place next to his spouse and provided her the same sort
of arm support that he had his daughter. Evelyn was a constant source
of distraction for both Aileen and me, the plump grandmother sobbing and
waving a white hanky to both of us, even if we weren't looking toward
her. Up until my future father-in-law took his place Aileen's friends
were very supportive and helped my future Mum-in-law deal with most of
her emotional outpourings, and I was more than a little grateful. I'm
sure Reggie was too.
When the time finally came Aileen and I turned toward the minister and
Reggie coaxed Hannah down from the first step of the altar. I could
tell she didn't want to go, but didn't get involved at the moment.
It was the minister's soothing voice that broke the silence and brought
us all together in a huge church that could have held a nice sized
football match. With raised hands spread wide he seemed to want to
embrace the entire congregation as he spoke in a classic high-pitched
tone that I'd heard in so many British movies.
"The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, the love of God, and the
fellowship of the Holy Spirit be with you."
In a single and almost eerie low voice the crowd responded as if they
were soul-less beings rising up from the depths of the Earth.
"And also with you."
I know I shouldn't have been looking down at my lovely bride at the
time, but I couldn't help but appreciate how beautiful she was. She
must have felt me staring at her, because she turned her head slightly,
grinned, blushed, and squeezed my left hand. The minister then uttered
words that seemed to focus everyone, and especially me and Aileen, on
what we were doing there.
"In the presence of God, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit we have come
together to witness the marriage of Julian and Aileen, to pray for God’s
blessing on them, to share their joy, and to celebrate their love."
For the next minute the whole world seemed to go away, the only thing
important to me at the time was trying to look at Aileen without anyone,
including her, noticing. The minister kept speaking without missing a
beat of his practiced monologue, the ceremony so much a part of his life
that he had the whole thing memorized. It was only when I heard him ask
the crowd something that forced me to take heed.
"First, I am required to ask anyone present who knows a reason why these
persons may not lawfully marry, to declare it now."
I dreaded the possibility that someone might have found out about the
way I'd found and then drew Hannah and Aileen into my home. My heart
was hammering in my chest because of what could happen if someone in
England had learned and then revealed the kind of sexual lessons I'd
taught the little girl. For anyone to find out Aileen was a welcome
partner and ally in her daughter's intimate training would have sent the
constabulary in a fury to the altar to rip Hannah away from both of us,
and then me to the nearest dungeon.
The wait seemed interminable, but eventually the minister began again,
this time speaking to Aileen and me.
"The vows you are about to take are to be made in the presence of God,
who is judge of all and knows all the secrets of our hearts; therefore
if either of you knows a reason why you may not lawfully marry, you must
declare it now."
My mind drifted back and forth between the feeling of wanting to puke my
guts up, the sensation of Hannah's thighs against my ears, the feel of
Aileen's body quivering over me when she orgasmed, and how they both
looked when the three of us were together making love. My knees
trembled for a while as I stood next to Aileen, and I think she could
tell I was completely aware of what I'd gotten myself into, because she
peeked through her veil into my eyes a few times and seemed to ask me if
I really wanted to finish what I'd started. All it took was my smile, a
whispered "I love you," and my standing a bit taller for her to feel
better. It helped me a lot too.
Through the haze of mixed emotions and a level of uncertainty that
seemed to melt away after I felt Aileen's small hand squeeze mine for a
moment I heard someone speaking to me from an elevated place of supreme
importance. That's when the minister directed his words to me alone,
everyone's attention focused on what they knew was going to be the most
important words they'd hear and I could utter.
It was only the sound of the pastor's voice uttering those famous, or
infamous, words that every man might fear or loathe that brought me back
into the moment.
"Julian Everett Masterson, will you take Aileen Penelope Parker to be
your wife? Will you love her, comfort her, honor and protect her, and,
forsaking all others, be faithful to her as long as you both shall
live?"
For Aileen to use her maiden name made me feel good. It proved I was
marrying her instead of Vince's widow.
After I turned to face her Aileen stared up into my eyes and waited, her
grip around a few of my digits on my left hand tight enough to make me
wonder if I might ever gain feeling in those fingertips again. Her
quivering lips were masked by the intermittent knots of the carefully
woven thread of her veil, I perceived a shiver that seemed to run from
her spine and end at the top of her head, and I spied the makings of a
single tear in her right eye as it was being formed.
There was only one way for me to answer, and with the sound of a lone
child crying somewhere in the church I grinned wide, winked at my lovely
bride, and then uttered two words that I never imagined I might use
again in my entire life.
"I will."
Aileen tried to grin, but she appeared to be taken aback by the moment.
Her head dropped a little, she sucked back a sob, and had to lift one of
her hands to her face under her veil so she could cup her mouth. As
impossible as it was to believe she'd heard me offer my loyalty and
allegiance to her after no more than nine months of having known each
other.
Thankfully the minister was patient and allowed the nervous young woman
to collect herself without any verbal distractions. The man was most
likely very familiar with how many young women and a few men felt about
that moment in their lives. Once Aileen tilted her head up and smiled
the holy man knew he could continue.
He then turned toward Aileen and spoke in the same almost monotonous
drone that so many young women had heard in their church.
"Aileen Penelope Parker, will you take Julian Everett Masterson to be
your husband? Will you love him, comfort him, honor and protect him,
and, forsaking all others, be faithful to him as long as you both shall
live?"
She may not have had the minister's permission to turn to face me, but
she never tore her gaze from mine as she spoke, her posture straight,
her height never taller, and an almost electric quality to her stare.
"I will."
A few of the people in the church mumbled something undiscernible, a few
more gasped, but most remained mindful of how their unsolicited input
might negatively affect the moment.
The minister began a series of prayers and offerings that he'd practiced
and shared for many years, the congregation responding to each of his
cues with a practiced rhythm that made the service that more special to
both Aileen and me.
"Julian Everett Masterson and Aileen Penelope Parker, I now invite you
to join hands and make your vows, in the presence of God and His
people."
He then got our attention and whispered.
"Please face each other and join hands."
I reached out, took Aileen's gloved right hand into mine, drew her thin
white hand garment down her fingers and off of them completely, tucked
the thin material into my front tuxedo pocket, and then used my left
hand to hold her bare right appendage as if we were about to make love.
The tremble I discerned in her grasp made me feel both powerful and weak
at the same time, the act of coming together in such a formal manner
something that I'd never appreciated before. Both of our hands were so
sweaty we probably could have used a few tissues.
The minister encouraged me to repeat what I'd practiced only a few times
before over the previous few days, his voice soft but stern.
"You may now speak your vows, Julian."
While looking in her eyes I spoke to Aileen as if the words I used might
forever lift me straight into Heaven.
"I, Julian Everett Masterson, take you, Aileen Penelope Parker, to be my
wife, to have and to hold from this day forward; for better, for worse,
for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to
cherish, till death us do part; according to God’s holy law. In the
presence of God I make this vow."
Any sense of nervousness she might have felt before seemed to build to
a near crescendo, Aileen's trembles growing and her tears flowing as if
her eyes had sprung a leak.
Again, it was the minister who kept us focused and moving toward the
reception with a low commentary that nobody else could hear.
"Take his hand, Aileen, and speak your vows as your betrothed has."
She claimed my right hand in her gloved left and began to speak in a
quivering voice that illustrated how much she was affected by all her
hard work, the long wait from when we first talked about getting
married, and how far we'd both traveled to get to that place.
"I, Aileen Penelope Parker, take you, Julian Everett Masterson, to be my
husband, to have and to hold from this day forward; for better, for
worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to
cherish, till death us do part; according to God’s holy law. In the
presence of God I make this vow."
We might have wanted to lunge forward and hug each other, but we were
still a long way off from anything so casual during such a serious
service.
That's when Hannah was called up to the altar by the minister, the man's
face beaming and his height significantly reduced when Aileen's little
girl stepped up in her miniature version of her Mummy's wedding dress.
About the only significant difference to the six year old's outfit was a
bit more conservative opening below her chin and above her titties, so
he wasn't able to see down inside her top, at least very much.
The lack of a cupped bra inside prevented Hannah from displaying as
precious a collection of chubby development as her Mummy, but she looked
good nonetheless. What the minister and anyone else who looked long
enough might not have known was Hannah wearing a bra, alright, but one
fashioned for a chubby little primary school girl to wear instead of
something as daring as the lacy and thin one I saw Aileen try on a few
days before. Had anyone found out that I also helped Hannah try hers on
after she and her Grand-Mum brought it home they'd have been furious.
The first thing Hannah did after she stepped up onto the first level
near the altar was grip the pillow that had our rings stitched on it and
hold it upside down so she could lift the bottom hem of her dress about
a foot off the floor. With the whole church watching she showed off her
'glass slippers' to the man with a single word.
"See?"
Almost the entire congregation burst out into laughter, and both Aileen
and I couldn't help but let a giggle and chuckle escape as well.
The minister's smile and tender manner were the perfect response, his
attention on such a lovely little princess the perfect means to make her
feel even more special than she'd felt before.
"My goodness! You must be a very proud little princess, aren't you,
Love?"
"Uh huh, 'cause my Mummy's getting married, and I get to be a real
princess all day."
The crowd again had a nice laugh, and Hannah seemed to suck up the
attention like a Hollywood starlet. She looked so precious smiling and
twisting back and forth while holding onto the pillow in a somewhat
careless demeanor, the bottom hem of her dress lifted just enough so
everyone could see her small feet inside her clear plastic high heels.
Her princess shoes were much more important to her at that moment than
our rings, and because they were sewn into place and wouldn't get lost
neither Aileen nor I were the least offended. Hannah needed to feel as
if she was just as important as her mother, and for a while she was.
The minister then helped the six year old remember why she was there.
"Do you have something for your Mummy and future Dah, Angel?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Very well, then. Be a good lass and present the rings to me so I may
bless them, and then the bride and groom, so they make exchange them."
Hannah did as she was asked, as she practiced, and as her Mummy's best
little ring-bearer. Aileen couldn't have been more proud of her
daughter than at any time in her life.
The minister then grew serious, raised his hands, and began with the
same constant tone he'd used before.
"Heavenly Father, by your blessing let these rings be to Julian and
Aileen a symbol of unending love and faithfulness, to remind them of the
vow and covenant which they have made this day through Jesus Christ our
Lord."
As before the gathering spoke as if in one voice.
"Amen."
As we'd practiced I reclaimed Aileen's left hand with my left, removed
her glove, and tucked it into my front tuxedo pocket where her other one
was still in safe protection. I then took possession of Aileen's ring
with my right hand, snapped the hair-thin thread holding it in place,
and then spoke in a confident tone that took even me by surprise as I
slipped the ring all the way onto the fourth finger of her left hand and
held it there.
"Aileen Penelope Parker, I give you this ring as a sign of our marriage.
With my body I honor you, all that I am I give to you, and all that I
have I share with you, within the love of God, Father, Son, and Holy
Spirit."
A lone tear spilled down her right cheek and was only noticed when I saw
it sparkle behind her veil. Keeping her left hand inside most of my
right digits and her right hand between my right index finger and thumb
I lifted my left hand and wiped her salty emotional display away using
the back of my left index finger. I could have lingered and swept my
digit across her lips so she could kiss the back of my appendage, but
I had to wait. There'd be time for that later.
The minister softly coached Aileen as he had me.
"Now you, Aileen."
She took my left hand into hers, turned to collect my ring with her
right hand, snapped the ring free as I'd done with hers, and then
articulated in a calm manner that seemed to come from deep within her
soul. I knew she was nervous and moved by the solemnity of the service
because of her lips quivering and the tear that I'd stolen, but she must
have resolved to make it through the service without messing up her own
wedding.
"Julian Everett Masterson, I give you this ring as a sign of our
marriage. With my body I honor you, all that I am I give to you, and
all that I have I share with you, within the love of God, Father, Son,
and Holy Spirit."
The way we gripped each other's hands proved that we'd made the right
decision to get married, and I knew I was the luckiest man in the world.
With Aileen and me looking into each other's gaze the minister spoke to
his congregation above our heads and reached out to them again in a
paternal expression of welcome.
"Julian Everett Masterson and Aileen Penelope Parker have given their
consent and made their marriage vows to each other. They have declared
their marriage by the joining of hands and by the giving and receiving
of rings. I therefore proclaim that they are husband and wife."
He then coaxed Hannah closer to him, turned her around so she could face
everyone in the church, and then smiled as he introduced her.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, followers in Christ, and members of this church,
this is Hannah Madison Parker-Smyth, daughter to Aileen and soon to be
the adopted daughter to Julian."
To see her lift her right hand to her tummy with her palm facing outward
and then sweep her small appendage across her body in a circle as if to
greet the crowd made everyone who could see her chuckle. Aileen almost
burst into tears, and I couldn't help but wink at my lovely playmate.
The minister then held his hand over her head as he spoke in a much more
determined and solemn tone.
"God of all grace and goodness, we thank you for this new family, and
for everything parents and children have to share; by your Spirit of
peace draw them together and help them to be true friends to one
another. Let your love surround them and your care protect them;
through Jesus Christ our Lord."
As they'd done before the crowd spoke as if in a single voice.
"Amen."
That's when the minister shifted Aileen's and my hands around until our
rights were joined as if we were going to shake on the deal to seal it,
and I could see Aileen giggle behind her veil when she shared my
unspoken thought.
"Those whom God has joined together let no one put asunder."
Even though it wasn't part of their normal marriage ceremony I wondered
if their minister would permit me to do as I'd seen so many do before
Aileen and I were wed. All I had to do was turn to him, look at him in
a questioning expression, and received a nod. Aileen blushed because
she knew her parish would most likely be offended or at least a little
upset at my randy Yank manners, but when I looked down into her eyes I
also saw her nod. That was my cue to act in a rebellious American
manner that so many of my countrymen were famous for.
The instant Aileen released my hands I could tell she'd been anxious to
experience what I was about to do for quite a while. She'd certainly
seen it in plenty of movies or read it in a few books, but for the first
time in her church and hopefully the last time in her life she was going
to kiss her husband in front of her entire community.
Clutching a small hanky in her hands she kept looking up into my face
and waited for me to draw back the bottom hem of her veil so I might see
the face of my young wife for the first time. It almost felt as if I
was undressing my lovely little Brit bird in front of the whole church,
the thin drape that had been only partially hiding her beauty slowly and
carefully lifted away from her chin, lips, nose, and finally her eyes.
The way I drew her veil up and intentionally placed it over the top of
her head might have been my attempt to make the ceremony a bit more
dramatic, but I wanted to linger for a moment and let everyone see how
precious my lovely young bride was on the happiest day of our lives.
After the bottom hem of her ceremonial protective cover was placed clear
of her face along the back of her head our eyes attempted to join at a
spiritual level. I could almost feel her gaze tearing at the last of my
lonely life and casting it to the ground as if to confirm that I'd never
have to live a day in sadness or loneliness. The silvery metallic
flecks of light in her irises drew me in like a hypnotic drug, the
charged sense of wonder in her eyes giving me a mountain of strength and
helping me to appreciate just how special Aileen was to me.
Holding her by the chin with my right index finger and thumb I tilted
her head back and to the side and then lowered my lips to hers. In a
queer twist of fate we both looked into each other's eyes through the
narrowed slits of our own as we kissed like never before, her plump and
fruit flavored lips lightly claimed by mine and suckled for some unknown
period of time. Nothing could change what was happening at that moment,
and with the desires of a less honorable man I hungered to rip my new
wife's clothes off so I could ravage her right then.
More than a few people in the crowd expressed their displeasure at my
bold and disrespectful move, but we'd already gotten the minister's and
her parents' permission to kiss, so the most that anyone could do was
throw rotten vegetables at me as we walked down the aisle.
It was only after our lips separated and she giggled before we turned to
see her Mum and Dah smiling back to us, her father standing tall and
proud, and her mother a quivering mass of emotional satisfaction. But
it was a brief tug on my right tuxedo sleeve that forced me to turn the
other way so I could look down and see Hannah smiling up to me, her eyes
glowing, her grin broad, and her whole countenance beaming with joy and
completeness.
That was my cue to squat down so I could hug and kiss her at her level,
a much more modest version of the kiss I'd shared with her mother
exchanged with so many people around. I might have been tempted to slip
my tongue between her lips and French the primary school girl in front
of so many people, but I had plans for a bit more later that evening
when the three of us were lying in bed naked.
I could have allowed Hannah to lead the way and walk ahead of Aileen and
I as we turned and ventured away from the altar, but after I rose to my
full height my little playmate extended her hands toward my face and
told me without words that she wanted to be a full partner in our
wedding day. All it took was a nod by Aileen for me to squat down one
more time, tuck my left arm around and under the child's bum, and then
lift her up into the left side of my body.
After her right hand took its place around the back of my neck I turned
and looked at Aileen, her smile just as wide as her little girl's. With
one last timid kiss on her lips and a nod we turned to face the people
in the church and then heard an impressive array of organ pipes resound
with the Wedding March. It filled my heart with a sense of rapture to
hear that tune in such an impressive way, and we walked as a family
toward the tall wooden entry doors with lots of her friends, relatives,
and many strangers on either side of the aisle.
Most of the people offered polite and brief waves of their hands as we
walked past, and many even whispered tidings of congratulations and
respect. There might have been a few male and female faces who caught
my attention because of a scowl or frown at my having kissed my bride
and even her little girl in their church, but they most likely didn't
like the idea of an older Yank marrying such a lovely Brit bird, anyway.
It might have made a difference if they meant something to me or Aileen,
but under the circumstances their emotional well-being and opinions
meant little to me or my new wife.
As was expected of Aileen and me, we made our way back to the altar
along a side passage and signed all manner of legal and religious
documents, Evelyn and Reggie placing their autographs in the appropriate
places after my wife and I had done so moments before. For me to
surrender my passport and travel documents might have seemed rather
strange, but having done my own research it was a basic requirement of
English law, and I knew I'd get them back soon enough.
Rather than make the crowd exit the church and wait outside Aileen asked
me before the service if it would be okay if everyone would be allowed
to watch the more mundane and legal proceedings with a few witnesses
alongside us. It didn't bother me at all and would allow Hannah an
opportunity to make her way down the aisle by herself dropping a basket
full of rose petals ahead of her. It would also permit anyone in
attendance to snap hundreds of photographs of us as we made our way
toward the exit and our new lives.
By the time we made it to the front of the church for the second time
that day I was nearly blinded by the hundreds of flashes of bright white
light from so many cameras. I could only imagine what Aileen felt like,
but since she was staring up into my face half the time I thought she
might have been spared most of the sting from so many small xenon
strobes.
The reception was wonderful and thankfully not too long. To hear so
many people congratulate us in their native accents and offer jibes and
jabs about a Yank stealing away with a Brit lovely using so many local
witticisms kept me in stitches. It was obvious not many American men
were married in England for a few years.
It might have been a permissive streak that was sure to get me into
trouble, but when Hannah asked to take a few sips from my champagne
glass I let her. That only made her easier to handle an hour or so
later when she began to spend more time draped over my left shoulder
sound asleep than scampering about making trouble for any of the cute
boys who looked ready for yet another marriage ceremony.
When it was time for me to tug Aileen's elastic garter down from around
her sexy thigh she could tell I was going to be more randy than her late
husband had been. After Aileen had tugged the bottom hem of her dress
high enough to let quite a few men see something that I felt very
protective of I knew she was trying to be coquettish and playful. For
her to slip her garter much further up her full left thigh before the
reception so I had to go hunting for it put a blush on my face and made
her giggle with a perverse sense of glee. For me to slip a wayward
finger up a little further and give her lacy knickers a quick rub
directly over her clitoris proved she was going to outdo me in facial
color for more than a minute or two.
Tossing that elastic band of material over my head and behind me stirred
a whole collection of younger and older men to scurry together so they
might catch their prize. How a young preteen boy got his hands on it
took everyone by surprise, but he couldn't handle the strain of public
scrutiny for very long and tossed it right back into the air. A fellow
about a dozen years older than me eventually came up with it, and like
a randy older cad he worked it up his left arm and brandished it like a
long-cherished souvenir.
Immediately after that the guys were almost forcibly moved off the floor
so the ladies could gather in a single tight mass. As was required of
her Aileen turned away from them, made three practice lifts of her
bouquet, and then tossed it over her head and behind her. The squeals
and shrieks emanating from that small gathering had all the appearance
of a shark feeding frenzy in human form. One rather plain, rotund, and
eyeglass-wearing high school-aged-girl eventually came away with
something that might be a favored heirloom for many years.
After a few last long toasts my wife and I were permitted to gather up a
few things and prepare for a long restful night alone ... well, almost
alone. Hannah had no interest in sleeping in her grandparents' room,
and she expressed her extreme displeasure at the top of her lungs
earlier in the day when Evelyn told Hannah that her new Mum and Dah
needed to spend our first night by ourselves. Even after tossing down a
few too many sips of my champagne my young playmate made sure to be
awake when it was time to leave.
All in all it went extremely well.
In spite of what Aileen and I could have done after we'd returned to our
nuptial suite we tended to our little girl, helped each other change out
of our formal clothes, put Hannah to bed, and then invited Evelyn and
Reggie into our place so we could have a more subdued but no less
special celebration in private. By one that next morning Aileen was
snuggled to my left side, had her right arm around my neck to keep her
up, and was close to falling asleep herself.
Climbing into bed as a married man after setting Aileen onto it filled
me with a sense that my life would never be the same again. What had
been years of loneliness and anger at the loss of my first wife during a
political war that nobody wanted and the passing of Aileen's first
husband to a disease that had no cure was going to be the merging of
three lives into a sweet triad of souls.
It took a few more weeks, but the three of us climbed onto a jet at
Heathrow Airport after bidding her folks goodbye for a short time. We'd
be back in England soon enough, and would certainly invite her folks to
come visit before it got too cold, but we needed some time to ourselves
for a little while.
By the time the limo driver dropped us off at home we were all exhausted
and ready to plop down into bed. After our luggage was taken inside and
Hannah helped onto the potty, without any distractions, I let Aileen
strip down to her panties so she could get comfortable. Wearing a
t-shirt and shorts I set about to turn everything back on, the water,
water heater, pool, and whirlpool all tended to in turn. By the time
most everything was ready I ordered some Chinese food, since the shelves
were bare, and we had nothing to eat except for anything in the pantry
that didn't need to be refrigerated.
By the end of that day the three of us were quiet, but not sad. We were
just very tired. The next morning was a far cry from the timid and
tired attitudes from the day before.
Nobody would know about the kind of relationship we had, or how Hannah
was a welcome member in our bed any time she wished or night she wanted
to be there, which was every one so far, whether sleep was involved or
not. We certainly were very tactile and affectionate in public before
we left London, but we never illustrated any sense that our actions
should be suspect. In a matter of a few days we returned to lewd and
sensual ways, Hannah just as likely to be the instigator of sexual play
as either Aileen or I were.
Many times sleep had nothing to do with my little girl's desire to tug
on mine or her Mummy's hand to coax one of us behind our bedroom door.
For me to see Aileen blushing while being directed by her daughter to
our 'playroom' filled me with a kind of wicked lust that might never
have been known had I not slipped my hand up under her frock and down
inside her knickers the previous Fourth of July.
It might have been a surprise to Aileen for Hannah to want to spend some
private time with her Mummy and for me to be watching the news, reading
the paper, or taking a long swim, but I never interfered with anything
they wanted to do, nor did either of them invite themselves into the
room when I was making love to one or the other alone. It didn't happen
very often, but if Aileen or Hannah were tired or wanted to do something
else I was permitted to coax the other one behind that door so we could
love each other until we were satisfied. Even if we spent more than
three hours doing lots of tender, lusty, and wicked things to each other
the third party knew not to venture beyond that door until invited.
Eventually even that changed, Hannah's need for her parents' love and
her own body's pleasure coaxing her into the bedroom after Aileen and I
had spent an entire morning between the sheets. Even though my wife and
I weren't doing anything more than touching, caressing, and fondling
each other Hannah still made it seem as if she didn't want to disturb
anything we were doing. From that morning on the unspoken rule of the
'odd man out' was relegated to oblivion. If the member of our family
who hadn't originally joined in wanted to come be with the other two
they were allowed into bed at any time.
When Aileen told me we were going to have a baby I nearly cried and
Hannah jumped up and down in joy. Finding out my little playmate was
going to have a baby sister a few months later gave Hannah a whole new
reason to live, another little girl around the house the perfect company
for a cute little blond Brit girl turned American citizen.
Regina Evelyn was born with all her fingers and toes, her hair and eyes
dark brown like mine, her older sister giggly and anxious to play dolls
with her infant sibling even before the newborn could open her eyes, and
Little Evie's grandparents anxious to hold our new baby as soon as they
could. When she arrived they got their chance, and I was concerned for
a little while that my role as father had been relegated to bystander.
Thankfully both Evelyn and Reggie realized what effect my generosity
toward them was having on me, and soon enough I had a squirming and
wailing little bundle of joy in my arms. I couldn't have been more
proud than the day I came into Hannah and Aileen's life.
It wasn't hard to smile on Little Evie's birthday, or any of the days
leading up to the Fourth of July two years after I first caught sight of
my first Independence Day little British firecracker, Hannah.
Fin!
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