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   My Young Lover(s) Lisa - Part 3 A trip through a small town, my memories
forever altered.
   Mg Mg+ Cons, Rom, Pett, Extr Pedo, Oral, Pedo, Anal, Piv, 1st, Preteen
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   I never thought I could love a little girl, but Lisa was more than a
child.  Finding her after she was lost went beyond any concept of
understanding or happiness.
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   When I woke up the next morning, I felt incredibly refreshed, as if my
life had started anew.  I felt a whole new ambition within me, as if I was
once again alive, eager to find a lovely little girl to share my life with,
and to love for many years.  The next couple of weeks were a celebration in
everything animated, each new experience contemplated and then worshipped.
   It was just after the end of week six that I left the quiet solitude of
the main forest trail and I saw a pretty country town a small distance
ahead down in a lovely valley.  Wending its way through the notch between a
series of mist tickled mountains was a small stream or quiet river,
bisecting the town.  It looked so quaint, I expected to interrupt a painter
somewhere up ahead, trying to instill on canvas what I was surveying with
an appreciative eye.
   Interrupting my tranquil trek through nature wasn't something that I
wanted to do with the troubling noises of modern societal activities, but I
was in need of some additional rations, a hot bath and maybe even the
chance to be partially distracted by the sight of innocent loveliness of a
pretty little girl.
   It had been so long since I'd seen anyone that I grew more anxious the
closer I got to the small town.  Near the end of the trail at the edge of
town, I was almost jogging, my pack bouncing up and down on my shoulders,
my breath ragged and my heart pounding.
   Once my feet hit pavement, I slowed to a more calm and restful saunter,
not wanting anyone to think I was about to set any world records by trying
to establish the shortest time between fog embraced ridges.
   This town was so small . . .
   Even after hearing the the joke hundreds of times, it sounded corny, but
it was TRUE!  There wasn't even a traffic light along the main road into
town, IF it could be called a 'main' road.  It seemed to end at the other
side of town, not more than one and a half football fields in length.  This
was the kind of place rich people always wanted to retire in.  Quiet,
restful, peaceful, undisturbed by the constant interruptions of big city
life.
   Half way through town, I saw what had to have been the epitome of the
classic small town grocery store, wooden barrels out in front sitting on a
well worn dusty porch, a few farm implements hanging on the wall just
outside the double screen doors and an old weather beaten rocking chair
swaying back and forth in the warm breeze looking as if someone was still
sitting in it.  If anyone had seen me walking toward "Pete's Grocery", they
would have been convinced I was daft, my smile so wide with amusement and
admiration that they might have thrown a straight jacket on me and tossed
me in the local looney bin.
   About thirty feet in front of me, coming from the opposite side of town,
I watched a cute little girl make her way down the street with a light and
joyful step in her gate.  What caught my attention immediately was how
short and loose her pretty little dress was, her frock effortlessly whipped
by the breeze every few seconds which presented me with brief glimpses of
her light pink panties.  Her legs were so chubby and full that I instantly
sprouted a hardon, thinking of my lovely angel, Lisa.  Just as quickly, I
felt a lump in my throat and had to blink a few times to dislodge an ever
increasing tear.
   When my panty presenter turned inside the store I had admired earlier, I
realized she had a greater effect on my heart and soul than the quaint
impression of the town and store.  As her gate carryied her inside,
disappearing beyond the screen doors, I wiped the tear from my cheek and
told Lisa that I missed her very much, wishing SHE could be in front of me
so I could show her just how much I needed her right now.  It didn't take
me more than five seconds to be inside the store as well, looking into the
eyes of a mature and very experienced man I assumed to be the proprietor.
   "Good Morning!"
   "Good Morning to you TOO, sir.  How may I help you today?"
   "I'd like to do some shopping in your store.  May I put my pack down
someplace safe so it doesn't get in the way of my walking around?"
   "Certainly!  Set it down back here behind the counter and I'll keep it
out of harm's way."
   "Thank you, sir."
   My pack was hefted over the counter and set along the side of the narrow
walkway created by a long set of cabinets behind the man and a single
wooden and glass shelf in front.
   Now secured, it was time for me to do some exploring!
   The first thing I did was to go looking anxiously for an incredibly
beautiful little distraction, encouraging me to take more less-than-casual
glances under the bottom hemline of her pretty and perfectly petite dress.
   When I saw the little girl again, she had made her way down the middle
of the main aisle, her appearance convincing me that she was most likely
about six or seven years old.  As my gaze was drawn unerringly toward the
juncture of her chubby legs, I couldn't help but wonder why her parents
would allow her to make her way about town by herself dressed in such a
short dress.  Her tiny frock was so short that I could actually see the
fullness of her pert little ass held tightly inside her pretty pink panties
every time she leaned the slightest bit forward, and then the plump
elegance of that magical bit of Heaven as it filled the front of her
panties when she faced me and lifted her arms over her head.
   For a moment, she reminded me of Shirley Temple dressed in a lovely
tap-pant outfit, ready to break into song at any moment.  I caught myself
fantasizing about one of my Hollywood dreamgirls, wanting to see this
lovely angel's precious body more completely.  I followed her around the
store at a discrete distance acting as if I was looking for something I
needed for my hiking trip.
   The frequency of my lurid gazes increased until I was actively hunting
her down every time she ambled off around the end of the store shelves and
further away from the front of the store.  It was almost as if she was
intentionally leading me away from the rest of her townsfolk, urging me to
share a brief adventure along the dusty shelves along the rear of this
quaint drygoods and hardware store.  I had no idea that she had noticed me
long before I had her, this small-town angel far too entranced by the
possibility of an adventure like none she'd ever experienced before in her
life.
   I was so entranced by her innocent display of feminine beauty that I
caught myself taking less furtive and casual peeks, and openly stared right
at her, smiling at her when she looked in my direction.  I had so utterly
lost any desire to hide my interest that I was frequently caught by the
object of my affection, her smile and deep blush cluing me into her anxiety
and piqued arousal.  How could such a precious darling be so easily stirred
to the same level of loving madness that I was?
   My increasingly overt attention seemed to excite rather than scare her,
generating more frequent poses with her body slightly bent forward as if
she were genuinely interested in something on one of the store shelves. 
She seemed to exhibit an awareness of her panties being slightly exposed
when she leaned forward just far enough, her already short dress pulled
higher and allowing a greater portion of her undergarment-covered bum to
peek out and show itself.  Rather than exhibiting even the least bit of
uneasiness about a man that she didn't know taking lusting glances in her
direction, she seemed intrigued and curious, as if my looking and smiling
at her stirred something that she also desperately needed.
   In order to reduce any concern or fear that she might have about a guy
wandering around the store looking intently at her pretty body and taking
every opportunity to peek up her short dress, I walked right behind and
beyond where she was standing, making sure to keep a respectable distance
when I was close enough to draw in the delicate aroma of her tender beauty.
She watched me make my way around her, her head turning around as soon as I
walked past.  She must have thought I was going to say 'Hi', because she
actually turned to face me when I was less than two feet away.  When I
didn't stop, I'm certain she was more than slightly disappointed.
   Now safely at the opposite end of the aisle, I made certain to stop and
carefully examine some obscure agricultural object from forty or fifty
years ago, making it seem as if this strange item had the fullness of my
attention.  Quite the opposite was true, everything my newest heartthrob
did FAR more intriguing to me than anything on the shelves.  Keeping a
careful watch of her every move, I saw her look right at me when I began to
examine whatever was in my hand, her expression almost urging me to speak
to her or invite additional hungry glances at her chubby and incredibly
inviting appearance.  I knew we'd be quietly chatting soon enough, once we
took care of the preliminary safety precautions so she didn't go running
straight for the protection of the nearest friendly adult.
   To add to her dismay, I put the object down and went around the corner
of the aisle, stopped, leaned back around the edge of the shelf with my
face showing and took a quick peek back at her, smiling.  It was everything
I could do while hoping the little angel would find my lurid grin an
invitation to follow.
   If she wasn't frightened at my blatant move and grew curious, my actions
would be deemed enough of an invitation for her to make the next move.  I
didn't have to wait very long, my newest angel repeating what I had done
down the next aisle, her quiet movements behind me and further down the
long row of merchandise masked only slightly with a huge grin on her face.
She knew we were playing a game and she seemed to enjoy it immensely.
   It got to be a quiet adventure for both of us, daring each other to make
the next move and bring our friendship ever closer with our first short
subdued conversation and hopefully, a suitable circumstance to hold hands
and hug each other tightly.  We kept up our silly ruse much longer than
necessary, uncertain when to break our silence and succumb to our most
intense need at comfort and company.
   We kept passing each other's position every few minutes, even doubling
back along already visited aisles in order to gain the courage required to
finally speak.  Then, to add more to our impromptu amusement and coax her
toward our first physical gesture of friendship, I put my hand on a
vertical pole that was holding a shelf up in the air, my grip safely
overhead and high enough that she'd see it.  As I bent down and made an
effort to feign a heightened sense of preoccupation with another bizarre
relic from some farmer's past, I made sure to extend my arm out far enough
from my body that she couldn't POSSIBLY miss my invitation for a delicate
diversion of 'touch'.
   Just as I had hoped, she also stopped on the same aisle, but on the
other side of the pole and on my side of the aisle, putting her hand
slightly lower than mine on the vertical standard but close enough that I
could feel the heat rising from her wrist.  I pretended to lose my balance
slightly and shifted my grip a little lower, encompassing the index finger
on her right hand with my left pinky finger.  My grasp wasn't tight enough
to hurt her, but also not light enough to miss, so she knew our game was
still 'afoot'.
   After my equilibrium was re-established, I moved my hand only slightly
higher than hers, but still close enough that I could feel the edge of her
finger.  With only a minor shift in her grip, her digits assumed a position
even closer to mine, her handhold immediately below where my digits were
clutching the metal support.  To be absolutely certain that she wouldn't be
frightened of a more lusty or daring shift toward more sensually pleasing
contact, I relocated my hand lower than hers on the same pole, making sure
to keep my hand within reach of her range of motion without having to move
too much.
   As if we were destined to have a romantic encounter in an old country
store, she reached down just a little and put her whole hand right over
mine, blushing a lovely scarlet once my thumb took possession of her pinky
finger.  There, in the back aisles of that old place where people had been
shopping for years, my young lover-to-be beamed with excitement as we
played a subtle game of hand and finger touching without anyones'
interference.
   Without any awareness of what was going on in the store behind or around
us and all the other few shoppers safely far toward the front, I advanced
the amount of her warm skin that was being caressed by softly stroking her
fingers with my thumb.  Her face was practically glowing crimson as I moved
my opposable digit around, under and between her fingers, silently stirring
us into an ever heightened sense of erotic and as yet, innocent sexual
frenzy.
   I was the aggressor for the first minute or so, tenderly exploring her
soft fingers and hand with my thumb, and eventually my index finger.  She
did absolutely nothing to hinder my continued exploration of her digits and
appendage, quiet acceptance of a new game that held her fascination far
more than any awareness of danger.  She was safe, and would be permitted to
discontinue our amusement whenever she felt I had crossed some unspoken
line.
   To make absolutely certain that she was just as intrigued as I was, I
stopped moving my finger and thumb and shifted my hand slightly lower,
allowing hers to remain fixed where it was when she placed it over mine
earlier.  I was hoping she'd see what I was trying to invite and waited
nervously for her to act.
   Just as I had hoped, nervous, shaking and damp with sweat, her small
hand shifted directly over mine again.  This time, there was no illusion
about her intentions, her short digits wiggling between my longer and
fuller ones as if we were holding hands, just along the wrong side of my
palm.
   I felt a wave of electricity envelope me, this lovely petite angel
stirring my soul into an awareness that I hadn't expected, nor felt in
quite a long time.  She had, by that one gentle act, done more for me in
those few minutes than ANY more provocative and slutty tramp had attempted
in the previous few years.  That naive offer of her hand was more arousing
and invigorating than the last twelve year old preteen that had tugged her
panties down next to me in my car when I offered her a short ride from the
mall.
   That brief ride a year or so ago was enjoyable and certainly filled with
sexual passions, just not with the same degree of commitment from me than
my rider might appreciate.  As the memory pervaded my thoughts, I kept
playing with my current partner's fingers, maintaining a level of immoral
activity without compromising her safety.
   My right hand accepted that other preteen's offer gladly many months
before, but my heart felt no real excitement or interest as I tickled her
into a quick orgasm that meant far more to HER than me.  I saw that junior
high adverturer twice after that, trying both times to talk her out of the
dangerous game she was attempting.  To spoil that naughty preteen's fun, I
never went back or saw her again.
   This beauty, however, had all of my interest.  In spite of the almost
boring amount of skin we were currently sharing, THIS charming angel seemed
far more stimulating, engaging my hunger and keeping me nervously watching
for anyone that might interrupt our game.
   It was my little host that finally broke the ice and issued a greeting
first, beaming with excitement after the solitary word left her lips.
   "HI!"
   "Hi, yourself!"
   "Thanks for wanting to talk to me."
   "You're welcome.  You're a very pretty little girl!"
   "THANKS!  I think you're cute, too!"
   In a matter of a few minutes, I was able to chat with her and take long
looks at her sweet face and delicious body while she showed off, the
placement of her arms, legs and body seeming to invite further pleasant
conversation.  She seemed so unaware of just how dangerous it would be to
talk to a stranger like me, and acted as if we had been friends for years.
   "What's your name Sweetie?"
   "Amber-Lynn."
   "What a pretty name!  My name is Mark."
   "Thanks for talking to me Mark.  It's nice to have a friend like you."
   In an ever increasing display of boldness, she kept shifting her
position toward me, her body eventually so close I could feel her hips
pressing against my hand if I moved it in just the right direction. 
Ohhhhh, I so very much wanted to lower my fingers little more than an inch
or two and then reach in, her short dress so easily overcome it wouldn't
have taken a moment's time.
   We spoke softly for about two minutes, nothing terribly important or
provocative, but with just enough excitement to stir us to continue.  It
was only when we both heard someone approach from the middle aisle
perpendicular to the main one that she stepped back and then silently urged
me to join her somewhere else.  It wasn't easy for me to walk very quickly
with a treetrunk in my jeans, but I was far more interested in following
than being quite as comfortable or chaste as I should have been.
   For the next few minutes we had to change our venue much more often than
was considered enjoyable, Amber-Lynn huffing and wordlessly complaining
every time we were disturbed.  I was certain we'd be discovered soon enough
as she led me quietly back and forth down one favorite line of unusual
supplies to some other one.
   As I had suspected, an older woman walked rather quietly around the
corner of the aisle we were in, my hands fortunately nowhere that would
stir scorn and disdain.  I was absolutely sure I'd be headed for the county
lockup when the woman walked straight for us, reached to the shelf a foot
beyond Amber-Lynn's head and removed a single item.
   "Well, HELLO Amber-Lynn!  Are you talking to a new friend?"
   "Uh HUH!  His name is Mark and he's come to visit with me for a while."
   "Isn't that NICE!  You two have a nice visit and I'll see you some OTHER
time, okay?"
   "Okay Mrs.  Pattington."
   What I had suspected was going to be my downfall, turned out to be more
supportive than ever.  It was comforting to realize that my actions weren't
deemed threatening.
   Similar thoughts seemed to roll through Amber-Lynn's mind, her face
lowered slightly and a nervous and somewhat wicked grin forming on her
elfen face.  She knew perfectly well that we were doing something more than
just being nice while we visited, her feet shifting toward me after the
woman disappeared.  In a not-so-subtle hint that we could still play,
Amber-Lynn made certain that her proximity was notably obvious to her
newest best friend.
   Knowing that our new hiding place was no longer safe, I smiled at her,
took both her hands and stood up, tempting her to show me around a store
that she had often visited and then explored in depth.  Amber-Lynn followed
my every gesture, finally leading me toward and around another aisle
further from the front door.
   She even grew bold enough to hold my hand as I walked with her for a few
feet down the aisle along the back of the store, filling my heart with
excitement as my cock throbbed with hormone infused blood.  I hungered for
my Lisa while I held Amber-Lynn's hand and was tempted to find a way to
stay in town so I could spend some more time with my current little heart
throb.
   We made our way up and down a number of aisles, mostly along the back of
the store, as if she knew I didn't want to attract too much attention by
visiting with her where anyone else could see us together.  Every time
she'd reach for something on a shelf to examine it with her precious
fingers, I'd relinquish my grasp of her small hand reluctantly but quickly.
I didn't want to scare my precious host by acting too greedy and holding
her hand too firmly or for too long.
   Amazingly, as soon as she was done fondling her temporary treasure,
she'd tuck her tiny hand back into mine, clutching my nervous grip with her
diminuative digits and filling me with tremendous energy and excitement. 
She was actually enjoying our holding hands in the relative privacy of the
stock filled corridors.  As soon as her hand was inside mine, I'd give her
a gentle squeeze to let her know that I liked the way it felt for her to
trust me like that, the warmth of her skin enveloped inside my apprehensive
grasp.
   She finally needed to take it to the next level, trying to pick
something up off a shelf that was far too bulky for her to manage on her
own.  Without even thinking why or how far this next act could progress, I
decided to help.
   "HERE!  Let me hold that for you."
   "Thanks Mark."
   Not another person was around us when I lifted the cumbersome article
off the shelf and held it in front of her after I turned 90 degrees. 
Without realizing how fortunate my move was, my left hand was now perfectly
positioned so she could lean forward and rest her right boobie against the
back of my fingers.
   She immediately began to chronicle a brief history about this strange
object, touching the top and sides of the clunky mechanical device and
pointing to everything that was supposed to be important.  Rather than
remain focused on what she was telling me, I was fascinated with the
softness of her growing titty, extending my index finger into her body and
going up and down the front of her frock in a slow but firm sweep.
   Her nipple hardened almost instantly, the rigid bump inside her dress
revealing how bold she was and how quickly she had been willing to grant me
a quick tactile adventure with her chubby frame.  After I wandered half a
dozen times over the tenderness of her breast, she looked up into my eyes
and smiled, blushing just as deeply as she had before.
   The moment our eyes met, we conducted a wordless conversation, our gaze
transmitting all the thoughts and ideas in a flash of a second.
   [That TICKLES, Mark!]
   [It DOES?]
   [Uh huh!]
   [Do you want me to stop?]
   [NOOOOOO!]
   [Do you like how it feels?]
   [Uh huh!]
   [Would you like for me to do it some more?]
   [Uh huh, please.]
   [You don't mind if I give you a tiny bit of tickles for a little while?]
   [Nuh uh.  You can do it as long as you want.]
   [Do you think somebody might see us play our special game together?]
   [No, 'cause nobody comes around this side of the store except during the
spring time when they need farm stuff for the plants and things.]
   [Then, we can stay here for a little while and nobody will see us?]
   [Uh huh!]
   [Okay.  As long as nobody interrupts our special game, we can do it some
more.]
   [Thanks, Mark.]
   Wanting to be absolutely sure she was supportive of more sensory
exploits with her growing femininity, I shifted the object in my grip and
relocated my left hand slightly, wanting HER to push her chest into my hand
after I stopped moving.  She didn't move at first, and seemed unsure if I
was slightly upset with some aspect of our meeting, her eyes locked onto
mine for confirmation that I still wanted to 'play'.  With an ever widening
grin and a delicately forward extended index finger into her body, she
carefully looked where my hand was, repositioned and then recentered her
nipple right over the back of my fingers.
   As soon as her firm titty bump was pressed against my grip once again,
she glanced up at me and smiled back, as if to say [Okay!  I'm ready now!].
As my index and middle fingers took possession of the rigid point, applying
gentle pressure around it with the inside of both major digits, she blushed
once again.  She knew we were indeed playing a naughty game and seemed to
enjoy it immensely.
   Amber-Lynn kept looking around us along both directions of the open
aisle, wanting to be sure our playtime was undisturbed.  With each of her
confirmations of anonymity, she'd shift her body back and forth across my
hand once or twice and then rest her nipple against the back of my index
and middle fingers.  She appeared to enjoy how it felt for me to take her
rigid point captive for a few moments, roll it around a couple of times and
then rub the developing mound of boobie makings in slow, confident arcs.
   To move this along a little more and to add further evidence of just how
cooperative she'd be, I pulled back slightly, turned another 90 degrees to
my left, squat further down to the floor and rested the corner of the unit
AND my right hand on my right knee.  Just as I had hoped, the height of my
hand was matched by the bottom hem of her dress, perfectly aligned with the
juncture of her thighs to her body.
   As if she was just as keenly interested in being caressed as I needed to
fondle her, she moved closer to me and pressed the front of her puddy
against the back of my hand.  It felt as if my hand was about to burst into
flames!
   With all the tactile adventures going on without anyone else taking
notice, there was still MORE to what was about to happen, the front of her
thighs leaning hard enough into the back of my hand to almost engulf it if
she shifted her knees slightly outward.
   I pretended to lose my grip slightly, altering the location of my hand
only imperceptibly, but obviously enough to be certain she was aware of the
new placement of my hand.  This time, my fingers were further back along
the edge of the case, the tips of my digits almost pointing in toward her
hips.
   Without looking down at her hips or my hand, Amber-Lynn pressed against
my fingers, the elegant softness of her thighs landing at the ends of my
fingers.  I couldn't even wait for her to give me another hint that our
game was developing to the next level, my hand going around the corner of
the object but more importantly, my index finger gently insinuating between
her chubby limbs, right under her cloth covered quim.
   My finger didn't go any higher or further into her panty covered
steaming vulva, my desire to work on her slowly enough that she'd
eventually ASK me to push my hand between her legs.  It felt nice right
where my finger was at that moment, the elegant warmth of her tender cunny
hugging the end of my digit and reinvigorating my soul once again.
   Amber-Lynn knew perfectly well where my fingertip was, her head taking a
few quick glances back and forth down the aisle and even under the shelf of
the display behind her.  She had enough awareness of her surroundings that
she didn't want to be interrupted, should I do something that she
desperately needed.  I had no way of easily telling her that I needed the
same thing too!
   Once she was sure we'd be alone for a bit longer, she pushed her hips
into me a little harder and even shifted back and forth slightly, my
fingertip making obvious and very crude movements along the front of her
panties.  The sponginess of her quim was absolutely exhilarating, the
softness so stirring and the warmth compelling me to cup my hand along the
silky extents of her tender underneath.  That's when I turned my hand
clockwise and extended all of my fingers toward her, shifting forward and
at least two of my lucky appendages travelling between her chubby thighs.
The sensation was remarkable!
   Like a guardian angel sitting on someone ELSE'S shoulder, a noise was
heard a few aisles over, bringing our sexy game to a quick end,
Amber-Lynn's hips pulled back and at least one of her hands tugging the
front of her dress down.  She was so shaken by the remote possibility that
we'd be caught that she blushed even more than before, choosing NOT to look
into my face until her courage returned.
   Knowing THAT part of our relationship was now over, I put the hulking
box on the shelf and stood up, waiting for my young hostess to direct my
movements to a more secluded location.  I didn't have to wait very long!
   With yet MORE obvious glances down the aisles and around every corner,
she held my hand and led me to another part of the store, looking more like
a museum than where someone might be willing to offer money for anything
displayed.  Her hand was tightly clutching mine as she tugged me further
along, looking behind us every few seconds to make sure we weren't being
followed.  After she was satisfied, she led me down an aisle that had a
whole array of agricultural tools, many I'd never seen before.
   That's when she stopped in front of a series of handheld tools, looked
where we had just walked away from and then pulled me tight to the back of
her body.  It felt wonderful for her to be so willing to grant me a feel of
her bummy, even if it was only with the front of my legs.  The familiarity
of her actions confirmed that she trusted me enough to touch her again, as
long as nobody was around to watch.
   To make the scene even more thrilling, she coaxed me to kneel down
behind her and share a brief examination of some unusual farming implement
that had her attention, her soft bum pressing against the front of my body.
If that weren't enough of a pleasant distraction, she began to lean back
slightly and push her round fanny into me, seemingly encouraging me to take
the next step.
   Of course, I did!
   She kept pushing into me as she held some strange metal object in her
hands, my left hand snaking around her left hip until it came to rest
against her slightly pooching tummy, my right hand just low enough to be
below the hem of her dress, my travel stopping only when my fingers felt
the familiar sensation of an elementary school girl's chubby thighs.
   As much as I wanted to push my hand the inch or so higher and tickle the
front of her puddy, I forced my fingers to remain against the tantalizingly
sexy feel of her warm skin right where they were.  She was perfectly aware
of where my fingers stopped, her breathing slightly more rapid and her
comments about the unusual object she was holding decreasing until she was
barely uttering a sound.
   Then the moment came when I knew I'd be able to shift my fingers up her
tender limbs and introduce myself properly, the soft feel of her panties no
more than a second away.
   Less than a half second later, we both heard the front screen door slam
and I knew that I was taking a terrible chance trying to feel a little girl
up in the middle of the store.  My hands fell free of their charming prize
and I was standing once more, her eyes staring straight into mine and a
knowing look all over her face.
   Our hands rejoined, we continued our tour of each section along the back
of the store until she seemed a little distracted by something toward one
wall.  As creatively as any child could have been, she directed our
adventures toward her interest, a glass case filled with antique dolls and
toys that had been someone's collection for years.
   Once again, she pulled me down to her level and urged me to assume our
previously exciting positions, my hands needing no formal engraved
invitation to resume their explorations.
   Still anxious to remain in the good graces of anyone that might happen
by, I resisted the temptation to slip my fingers or hands inside the front
of her panties and waited until we might have a better chance to be alone
and play properly.
   I didn't have to wait very long to have an exciting experience, very
desirable for both of us.  Now, instead of just pressing my naughty hands
against her body in front, they were being tugged back into the same places
they were before, my left hand a little higher than last time.
   Amber-Lynn seemed as intrigued with my touching her as I was, my left
hand pulled across her chest and my palm cupping her right titty.  The
instant my fingers were protecting the tender expanse of her developing
breast, her nipple hardened and I used the same two major fingers to fondle
and squeeze the plump pad of flesh.  With each caress, her titty granted me
full access, distorting just enough to prove that she'd be very well
endowed once she had matured and filled her first bra out completely.
   Having achieved this much, it was time to take a bit more of a chance
and see if my right hand could attempt to contain the soft expanse of her
plump panty-covered jewel.  The tips of my right fingers returned to the
front of her thighs where they had been moments before and tickled up and
down where her legs met.  With a quiet giggle, Amber-Lynn allowed her
thighs to part and granted me permission to go on a more dangerous
adventure.
   My index finger sensed the spongy softness of her panty-filled quim
first, gently tickling up and down the length of her crease as our combined
breathing filled the area with louder and more emotion filled excitement.
Then, my middle finger followed suit, slipping along the snug fullness of
her cunny and between her chubby limbs until all of my fingers were cupping
her sweet Heaven.
   Using tender and slow grips, my hand squeezed the elegant softness of
her kitty over and over until finally, my hand couldn't contain the
temptation any longer and shifted up the front of her underwear.  With
careful and loving wiggles, my fingers ventured down inside the snug
elastic of her panties and was soon filled with the exquisite elegance of a
little girl's bare pussy once again.
   All Amber-Lynn could do was stand in front of me and pant like a young
fawn about to have an older and mature buck fill her insides with natural
lubrication.  My fingers gently explored the puffy and fat feel of her
vulva for the next few minutes, tickling her plump lips apart just enough
to find and then take my first caress of her nubbin.  Her body was
instantly filled with hormone infused blood, a strong deep breath sucked
inside her lungs and a firm grip by her thighs around my naughty hand.
   The moment she realized she was preventing me from extending her
pleasures any further, she let her thighs part just enough so my fingers
could freely roam, another slow push inward and then a gently circle made
around her developing clitty.  That poor little girl was completely lost to
a whole new level of erotic stimulation, her body able to enjoy something
that had never been experienced before.
   It was proving too much for me, my middle finger anxiously awaiting the
short journey to that one warm wet place toward the center of the Universe
that held my fascination beyond intelligent discourse.  Her tight slit
directed my efforts lower, granting me passage without any resistance at
all, until the tip of my middle finger found what I was hunting for.  The
moment the first segment of my digit was being hugged by the most elegantly
soft and smooth hairless parcel of acreage known to man, Amber-Lynn urged
her hips into the intrusion, her body reacting without conscious intent.  I
had all the evidence I needed to continue her wonderfully exciting torture.
   My middle finger began a slow in-and-out adventure, the slickness of my
young partner's pussy producing enough lubrication that my journey back and
forth was utterly effortless.  Then, the erotic sounds of my fingertip
slipping from the warmth of her vaginal entrance to the cool air outside
became more obvious, the soft snaps, pops and squishes plainly obvious to
anyone in a five foot radius.
   Amber-Lynn's hips kept urging forward, her body taking on the appearance
of a gentle arc as she held onto my left hand over her titties and
permitted her feet to remain slightly apart below on the floor.  To add to
her excitement, and ultimately to the loving memory she'd take away from my
visit, I ushered my thumb over her nubbin and softly created a series of
small circles.  It added an ever increasing level of pressure inward until
she was starting to pant and whimper, little more than a minute more
required to bring her to the fullness of our first shared orgasm.
   Her hips began to twitch in brief involuntary bucks, her cum so close, I
could practically smell it.  I applied just enough inward pressure with
both digits until yet again, something from in front of the store broke our
silent reverie.  Both of us knew we were being far too wreckless, even
though she could have enjoyed a public setting orgasm, maybe even her very
first cum ever.
   I was pushing my sexual exploits far too much and wisely decided to
retrieve my hand, much to Amber-Lynn's disapproval.  After a few glances
around and down the aisle, I drew my naughty hand out of her panties and
then helped her to straighten them, a long look at that wonderfully plump
puddy tightly restrained inside after I lifted her dress and pulled the
front of her panties away from her body.  DAMN, her cunny looked exquisite!
We carried on a short, albeit forced coversation after checking to see if
we were still alone, and with nobody around for a few moments, I slipped my
hand up under her dress and worked my naughty digits down inside for at
least one more quick fondle.
   What had originally been planned as a quick feel, turned out to be
another ten minute long caress, her cum so close, she was convulsing in
sexy little tremors.  Just as had happened all the other times, another
noise broke our quiet game, my hand quickly removed and her underwear
returned to a state of decency.  After another blush, we both wordlessly
decided to return to polite society.
   When my newest little girlfriend anxiously made her next inquiry, I
anxiously waited.
   "Mark, would you like to share a fudge sundae with me?"
   I just couldn't resist, even though a thought flashed through my mind
regarding 'payment' being required for fondling her.
   "Sure, Amber-Lynn.  That sounds like fun."
   As soon as my positive acknowledgement reached her ears, she led me
toward the front of the grocery side of the store and had me sit with her
at a solitary table along the far wall that had two bench seats facing each
other with a small table in between.  I took the bench across from her, the
front of the store behind me and just stared at the little cutie as she
unloaded all sorts of useless information onto me.  After a minute, she
shocked me with her level of trust.
   "Mark?  Can you come sit with me over here?  I can't reach the table
'cause I'm not real tall yet.  Would you, please?"
   My heart was pounding with excitement as I looked into her naive and
innocent eyes.  I knew what she wanted and NEEDED, my presence required to
complete the task.
   "If you want me to, sure!"
   I got up and slid onto the bench seat beside her, not expecting anything
more to happen.
   BOY WAS I WRONG!
   Once I was halfway across the bench seat, she got up and settled down on
top of my thighs facing the wall and her back to the open aisle, putting
her right arm around my neck and her feet on top of my right leg.  Possibly
without realizing what she had done, she had just provided me with an open
view of her chubby little legs and a frontal view of her light pink
panties.
   To my great horror, she never attempted to pull her dress over her legs
or pull her knees together so the vision of her delicate loveliness could
be taken away from me, a complete stranger.  It took incredible strength to
keep from staring between her perfectly formed limbs where we were and take
in the natural beauty of her chubby thighs and snug fitting panties.  I may
have seen them a short while before, but there was no mistaking what she
was allowing me to enjoy.
   Her pudendum was so full and plump that every feature of her tender form
was far too easy NOT to take note of.  I tried to impress into my mind
every feature of her vulva as her panties tried to keep her cunny confined
and restrained, but it was proving just as hard to keep MY monster
constrained the longer we sat together.
   The whole area around us was surrounded by tall shelves filled with all
sorts of supplies, groceries and dry goods, so our being together wasn't
necessarily about to invite unwanted attention from anyone that just
happened into this side of the store.  We waited for only a minute before a
young teenaged girl noticed us and came to take our order.
   "Hi Amber-Lynn!  Who's this?"
   "Hi Julie.  Meet my new boyfriend, Mark.  He's nice!"
   BOYFRIEND???  What the fuck had 'I' just done?  Was my name about to be
overheard by the local security force and my face locked away behind
parallel vertical metal bars for many weeks and months to come?
   "Hi Mark."
   "Hi Julie."
   Her demeanor and our conversation seemed so relaxed that I resisted the
temptation to get up and reposition my scared ass on the opposite side of
the table.
   "What may I get you Mark?"
   "I think Amber-Lynn wants to share a fudge sundae with me.  Make it big
enough so we can ALL share it."
   Julie snapped her head up and looked at me with a shocked expression, as
if I had just broken an unspoken law that had been ordained in this
backwater of a dirt filled town.  She realized she was staring at me and
looked back down at the pad of paper in her left hand, scribbling my order
without saying or doing anything more until she was ready to leave.
   "Anything else, Mark?"
   "No, that's it for now."
   "Okay.  Be back in about ten minutes."
   The young waitress turned and made her way toward the front of the
store, wiggling her bum and looking back at me with a broad smile,
disappeared around the corner.  My woody was fully inflated and my hormones
active once again after so many years!  What a glorious respite from
loneliness and heartache.
   Amber-Lynn's face was so close to me that on several occasions, she
looked me straight in the eyes and gave me a little peck on the mouth,
tempting me to return the favor.  It was only after she had kissed me about
a half dozen times that I began nibbling on her lips as she tried to press
her face to mine once again.  She erupted into a series of soft squeals and
giggles, not ready for my brazen move.  She waited for a few moments before
she tried it again, but just as before, when she leaned forward, I softly
sucked her lips into my mouth and munched on her for no more than five
seconds.
   She giggled once again, but after this round, she didn't wait quite as
long and returned her lips to mine and began to kiss me in earnest.  Each
kiss didn't last more than ten or fifteen seconds, but as she kept pushing
me closer to the edge, I began pushing my right hand between her feet until
I could feel the heat of her bum and puddy against the back of my fingers.
For the second time in a VERY long time, my primary digits began an
incredibly dangerous journey along the plump softness of a little girl's
panty covered quim.
   When I heard the footsteps of our waitress coming toward us, I quickly
shifted my hand away from her panties and held her left ankle, moving her
left foot further away from her right.  Amber-Lynn never resisted my
obvious attempt at spreading her legs apart, making me wonder if what I was
doing was such a good idea.  I also leaned back slightly and told
Amber-Lynn to look at what Julie was bringing us.
   "WOW!"
   In an oversized crystal goblet, one of the largest fudge sundaes ever
created could be seen with heaps of ice cream, fudge, two cherries on top
and two long slender spoons.  It was apparent that Julie had created this
masterpiece just for my newest little girlfriend and me, wanting to make
Amber-Lynn absolutely gleeful with anticipation.
   My little lap dancer couldn't take her eyes off the dessert created just
for us as Julie set it down.  When Julie slipped the bill onto the corner
of the table behind Amber-Lynn, I reached into my right pocket and
extricated a five dollar bill, not looking at the amount tallied at the
bottom of the slip of paper.
   "Here you go.  You can keep the change."
   When Julie's eyes almost popped out of her head, I grew cold with
embarrassment.  Had I not realized that it might cost a lot more than five
bucks?
   I picked up the slip of paper as Amber-Lynn licked her lips, anxiously
waiting to dive into the mounds of fudge and ice cream.  She was much more
restrained than I thought a little girl her age should be, her left hand
remaining well away from the frost covered dish.  When I finally read the
amount at the bottom, the total cost shocked me.
   $1.10, for a MOUNTAIN of ice cream and what looked like a pint of fudge.
   I smiled and felt better instantly, leaning over toward Julie behind
Amber-Lynn's head.
   "It's okay, I still want you to keep the change."
   "I can't do that!  Old Pete would KILL me if he knew I took your money."
   "Well, I tell you what.  You go make the correct change and bring back
what you think I should get back, okay?"
   "Okay."
   Julie practically ran to the cash register and before I was able to lift
one of the spoons out of the goblet and hand it to Amber-Lynn, Julie
returned with three bills and a handful of change.  She immediately tried
to give it all back to me, but instead of taking it, I put my left hand
behind Julie's back and pulled her toward me, forcing her to kneel on the
padded bench seat behind Amber-Lynn.
   With her hands still filled with the money, I lowered my hand ever so
slightly and very very slowly down her back until I could feel the
waistband elastic of her panties just inside her pretty print dress.
   "I want you to keep that Julie.  You've been very nice to Amber-Lynn and
me and you should have a little extra in your pocket so you can buy
something nice."
   "But, I CAN'T take this money Mark.  I didn't earn it."
   "SURE you did!  And besides, if I GIVE it to you, then who's to say you
can't have it?"
   Julie leaned a little closer to my left shoulder and pressed harder
against my upper arm with her right hip, smiling at me and making me think
that she liked to be touched as much as I liked to touch her.
   "Here Amber-Lynn.  You go ahead and start, but don't spill any of this
fudge on your pretty dress or your mommy will get mad."
   Without thinking about who might be looking with studied interest,
Amber-Lynn pulled her dress up off her hips and lifted it all the way up
her body until it was neatly tucked between her right side and my chest,
held tightly against her body just under her budding titties.  I extracted
one of the spoons from the goblet and handed it to my little stripper, her
eyes so wide and her smile so big, it looked like she had never seen
anything so extraordinary.
   With the grace and delicacy of a Miss Manners trained graduate,
Amber-Lynn carefully took little nips off the end of the spoon, licking the
fudge off the bottom and neck of the long and slender utencil when the ice
cream had all been consumed.  If she was going to be that tender with each
spoonful, I might be here quite a while.
   As Amber-Lynn carefully extracted another spoonful of sweet cold
ambrosia, I retrieved the second spoon and presented it to Julie, her eyes
as wide as dinner plates and her smile disappearing.
   "I can't have any of THAT.  That's YOURS!"
   "If I want to give some to you, may I?"
   In a voice so soft I almost couldn't hear it above the din of the
customers at the front of the store, she permitted me to be generous.
   " okay "
   Julie set the money down on the table and took the spoon with her left
hand, her right hand settling along the top of my left shoulder just behind
Amber-Lynn's arm.  I needed to make nsure she was just as excited as I was
and shifted my hand a little further down her back, caressing the top of
her bum with the tips of my fingers but not cupping her cheeks.  She smiled
but didn't look at me, licking the spoon clean and then tickling the metal
utencil with her tongue after the contents had been completely removed.
   That was all the confirmation I needed, so I lowered my hand a little
more and began to massage her bum, working my hand further down her body
until I was fully cupping each cheek and working my fingers between her
tight crease.  She presented the empty spoon to me but never shifted her
position, telling me an encyclopaedia's worth of knowledge about her
interests.  It seemed that somebody other than Amber-Lynn needed a brief
adventure today.
   Once the spoon was filled to heaping and returned to Julie, her smile
displayed her pretty white teeth from one side of her mouth to the other.
When she leaned just a little harder into my left arm, I knew I would be
able to take advantage of her by offering her an ice cream reward for her
tolerance of my naughty activities.
   I lowered my hand even further until I could feel her bare legs,
slipping my left hand up under her dress and softly caressing her full
thighs in back.  She cleaned her second spoon and then looked at me,
anxiously awaiting an affirmative response.  I nodded immediately, Julie
carefully reaching around Amber-Lynn to get an incredibly small amount of
dessert.  It was obvious she needed me to confirm that she could enjoy the
cold dessert as much as my little lap dancer.
   "Get more than THAT silly.  There's a WHOLE bunch of ice cream for all
THREE of us."
   It was as if I had done something for her that nobody had ever done
before.  As my fingers delicately caressed between her thighs, Julie
shifted her left knee away from her right and granted me permission to
venture forth, my middle finger sliding upward and into contact with the
warm softness of her cotton panties.  I stopped when I could feel the puffy
elegance of her vulva from behind, waiting until Julie told me it was
alright to continue.  She looked at me with a devilish grin, then looked at
the goblet and back at me.  Her genteel manners prevented her from being so
brash and ask to have more, so I urged her on.
   "You may have as much as you'd like, Julie.  You don't mind, do you?"
   As I asked, I softly tickled her vulva with the tip of my finger and
caressed her panty covered pussy far between her thighs, hoping I could
convince her to stay for a few minutes more.
   She looked down at her left hand and then back at me, shaking her head
softly and nervously smiling with a trembling grin.  She knew EXACTLY what
I was referring to and to further exemplify her awareness, she shifted her
left knee a little more, granting me permission to continue.
   As she inserted the utencil into the goblet again, she withdrew a little
more than a tiny fraction of a spoonful of ice cream, at which I frowned at
her and shook my head, hoping she'd understand that she could have as much
as she wanted.  Her gift to me was worth hundreds of dollars more than what
I had spent on one silly fudge sundae.
   She took a larger portion of ice cream after she saw me frown at her and
then drew it to her mouth, luxuriating in the sweet smoothness of the
dessert.  With Julie satisfied that she could have as much as she wanted, I
began to luxuriate in HER sweet smoothness, softly caressing her plump and
hot labia.  Within a minute, I could feel a little wet spot form in her
panties under her vagina and I focused right there.  Julie seemed to be
lost in her own thoughts as I fondled her tender flesh, working my nasty
finger further between her tight cleft and against her vagina, carefully
being protected by her thin cotton panties.
   When she took a deep breath and stopped licking the spoon, I thought I
had gone too far.  After her smile returned and her legs parted even more,
my finger knew where it needed to be so I tickled her body along her
underside until I was able to work my finger into the elastic along her
left leg.  I shifted further forward and was rewarded with the slippery
softness of a young teenager's tight hairless vagina.  Julie seemed to be
in another world, her eyes half closed and her mouth open slightly, the ice
cream fudge sundae long since forgotten.
   My finger worked the little nymph for probably no more than a minute and
a half before we were rudely interrupted.
   From the front of the store, she heard Old Pete's voice call out to her.
   "JULIE!  Missus Cummings needs some help with a few packages.  Would you
please come to the front and help her?"
   My finger relunctantly withdrew from Heaven with an incredibly immoral
and thankfully soft slick expression of resistance from inside her
wonderfully soft vagina and from within her panties with a sharp 'snap'. 
Julie collected her thoughts, straightened her dress, left the money on the
table and took off toward the front of the store as if I had thrown
something sharp at her.  She never looked back and headed away to assist
Mrs.  Cummings with all her packages.
   My attention was now drawn to the partially exposed little cutie on my
lap, her focus on each small spoonful of her favorite delicacy,
Amber-Lynn's attention to the sexual display behind her completely lacking.
Just as I refocused my concentration upon Amber-Lynn's light pink panties,
her puffy pudendum urging forward between her spread legs, a large drop of
fudge sauce fell along the inside of her left thigh, no more than half an
inch from the elastic of her panties.
   "OOOOPS!  Need to be careful Honey.  You don't want to get your dress or
pretty panties dirty with fudge or your mommy will get mad at me for buying
you an ice cream."
   Without any prompting, I reached between her legs and using my index and
middle fingers, wiped the sauce off her thigh and licked my fingers clean.
After giving her a naughty smile, I returned my hand to her chubby limb and
repeated what I had done moments before, wanting to make sure she wouldn't
have any evidence of her ice cream or fudge sauce gift.  Of course, I was
also certain to rub her soft skin over and over so I could be confident
that she knew I was trying to be 'nice' and show her how thankful I was for
MY gift.  My thought process regarding little girls' affection for gentle
caresses and tasty rewards was still working quite nicely!
   "Thanks Mark.  I knew you were gonna be sweet to me."
   "Of course Amber-Lynn.  You shouldn't get all dirty or I might not be
able to come back and buy you another ice cream real soon."
   I left my hand along the inside of her right leg, cupping her soft skin
and gently caressing her thigh with all four fingers, no more than a few
fractions of an inch from her panties.  Amber-Lynn never stopped enjoying
her dessert, allowing me to continue to enjoy the pleasant softness of the
inside of her lower limb as much as I dared.
   It took me less than a minute to again have my fingers along the fat
elegance of her quim, the heat generated a mere layer of fabric away almost
enough to burn my fingers.  In a much more restrained examination, I coaxed
my fingertips up and down the length of her tight slit until I had
generated a quite distinct camel-toe in her panties.  It looked so precious
to see her quietly enjoying her dessert as I enjoyed mine, both sweet
delicacies considered inappropriate by various segments of society if
discovered.
   Just as I had hoped, another drop of fudge fell down the front of her
body, this time landing on her tummy just above the waistband elastic of
her panties.
   "Uh oh!  Here we go again!"
   I removed my right hand and immediately retrieved the sweet sticky juice
. . .
   . . .  I mean the FUDGE!
   After I had cleaned her tummy well enough that no evidence of her
misdeed was apparent, I allowed my hand to rest along the front of her
puddy, fully cupping the puffy warmth of her growing womanhood as if I was
protecting it from danger.  While looking into her eyes, my next action was
going to be well choreographed so she didn't grow fearful or angry.
   "Amber-Lynn.  I don't want you to be mad at me, but if you keep letting
fudge fall from your spoon, you're gonna get your pretty panties dirty
Honey.  I don't want you to get into any trouble with your mommy, Babydoll.
What should we do to keep that from happening?"
   Amber-Lynn left the spoon in her mouth and looked back at me with huge
puppy-dog eyes, not wishing for me to be angry with her and also not
wanting her mommy to find out that she got to eat as much ice cream as I'd
let her.  Her mind was a whirling mass of thoughts as she tried to devise a
method for accomplishing both feats.
   The entire time she was thinking about what I had brought to her
attention, I let my digits wander snugly against her panty covered quim,
delicately caressing the full softness back and forth.  I knew she'd
recognize what it was I was doing, and hoped she'd assume I was trying to
give her a hint about what I was protecting.  She looked back and forth
between my eyes and my hand as it covered and often squeezed her yonni.
   Then it hit her!  She put the spoon back in the goblet, smiled at me and
then quietly whispered her intentions.
   "Mark?"
   "Yes, Honey?"
   "You're not mad at me, are you?"
   "No, of COURSE not Babydoll.  It's just that I don't want you to get
into trouble at home if you get any more fudge on your legs or tummy, but
ESPECIALLY on your pretty pink panties down here."
   Stroking the front of her puddin wasn't actually necessary, but it was
still fun.
   "If I took my panties off, then I wouldn't get any fudge on them, would
I?"
   She knew what I was doing and had absolutely no fear about my touching
her whatsoever!
   "No you wouldn't."
   Whispering softer, I leaned to her right ear and asked her to confirm
what we both knew was going to be lots of fun after she did it.  Strangely,
my directing her thoughts slightly away from what I was touching might seem
to my young playmate as peculiar.
   "But do you think you ought to do that?  Somebody might see and find out
that you got to eat as much ice cream as you wanted and they might tell
your mommy and she'd get mad."
   "You wouldn't tell nobody that I got to eat ice cream and took my
panties off so I didn't get them dirty, would you Mark?  I promise I won't
let nobody see."
   "No I wouldn't tell anyone Honey.  But you have to be sure that NOBODY
gets to see that you took your panties off, because if your mommy found
out, she'd be very angry.  She probably doesn't like you to eat ice cream
before you get supper."
   "Could you help me so nobody could see Mark?"
   "Sure Honey.  You stay just like that and I'll pull your panties down
for you so nobody can see.  Then I'll protect your kitty with my hand so no
more fudge hits it, okay?  Lift up your bum just a little bit and let me
pull them down now."
   Like a good little obedient nymphet, Amber-Lynn turned her head to the
left so she could keep watch as she pushed down with her right arm against
my shoulder and down against the top of the table with her left elbow.  She
looked terribly nervous as her eyes panned across the heavily stocked
shelves toward the front of the store, careful to warn me if anyone grew
curious enough to see what I was up to, her head twisting back and forth
and her eyes carefully scanning the area around the aisle that was blocking
our being seen.
   All I could do was watch as my right hand pulled the springy thin
material out from under her bum and then down her legs until they were up
to her knees, down her shins and then off her feet.  As a final measure of
compliance, she spread her legs apart just as they were before and allowed
me to gaze upon the loveliness of her chubby form.
   The first impression I got was just how elegantly puffy her vulva was,
her deep dark cleft held in place by two of the most elegantly plump
slivers of pink flesh, her labia not looking the slightest irritated or
red.
   The second impression I got was the wonderfully delicate aroma of her
natural perfume, her pee-tinted pussy filling my lungs with volumes of
hormonal lust.
   The third impression I got was just how warm and pliable her pussy was,
my hand coming to rest against the front of her pudendum as she returned to
the ice cream.  I didn't play with or fondle her pussy but held my hand
still, tightly pressed against the front of her soft cunny more toward her
vagina than her clitty.
   Right on cue, she dropped another glob of ice cream and fudge on her
body, this time, landing right between her vulvar cleft where her clitoris
was certainly hiding, missing my hand and fingers completely.  It was
almost as if she had planned where the sweet sticky goo fell.
   PERFECT!
   "AMBER-LYNN!  You need to be careful Honey, okay?  I'm glad you asked me
to take your panties off, because if you hadn't, they'd be all dirty now."
   She looked down at her body and became aware of her clumbsiness, her
eyes filling with tears and her lips quivering.
   "Don't be sad silly girl.  It just means I'm gonna have to clean you up
again.  I just didn't want you to think that I was doing something that I
shouldn't ought to when I cleaned all this fudge off you with my fingers,
that's all.  You don't mind if I get you all nice and clean with my
fingers, do you?"
   "I'm-m-m sorrrry Mark.  Sometimes I don't think about bein' careful and
just get dirty."
   "Well, I need to clean you up again, okay?"
   After her head bobbed up and down three times, she turned to look
forward once again and certain that nobody could see, she turned back to
face me.  I waited long enough for the syrup to travel further between her
soft fold so I could fondle her more completely, her permission being
granted with a little smile.  I smiled right back at her and hugged her
with my left hand, giving her a little kiss on the lips, tasting a
combination of vanilla ice cream and chocolate fudge sauce.  When she
smiled even more, I knew I was going to be able to fondle her cunny and
hopefully, coerce her to grant me even MORE adventures between her thighs.
   I looked forward once more and now certain that my actions weren't going
to be observed by anyone other that Amber-Lynn and me, I looked between her
legs and pushed them even further apart as I wiggled my fingers between her
soft pussy lips.  The first upward motion retrieved only half of the sticky
material, just as I had planned.  Once I had licked and sucked my fingers
clean, I returned my digits to her pussy after making sure that we were
going to be left alone once again.
   This time, I insinuated the tip of my ring finger along her vulva where
her vagina was hiding as I gathered a little more fudge from the top of her
cleft with my index finger and thumb, making sure to push between her lips
until I could feel her nubbin.  Without staying too long, I licked my
fingers and thumb clean a second time and then after checking for continued
privacy, I pushed my hand between her thighs and repeated what I had just
done once more.
   Now Amber-Lynn was growing curious, the sensations that I was
stimulating between her legs giving her cause to delay further consumption
of her gift from me for a little while longer.  My hand returned to her
cunny, my ring finger softly wiggling into the entrance of her tight vagina
and my thumb locating her clitty once again.
   This trip, I was certain to rub her tickle bump around a few times,
making a series of small circles and then finishing my actions off with a
calculated upward swipe.  Her short staccato jerks told me that she was
enjoying the sensation of my fingers stimulating her developing clitty as
much as my fingers were enjoying her plump cunny.  The warmth of her slick
pussy was in such dark contrast to the sweet cold of her treat, neither of
us willing to complain about the incredible disparity of temperatures.
   Amber-Lynn was so appalingly permissive with my nasty actions, never
attempting to prevent contact between a virtual stranger and the most
sacred and secret places on her young body.  Ittook me much longer to
remove my fingers from between her chubby thighs than it should have, my
adventures in little girl Heaven long desired and hopefully to be
continued.
   "Amber-Lynn.  We don't have any napkins here Honey and I don't think you
want your mommy to find out you spilled any ice cream and fudge on your
body, 'cause she'll get pretty mad.  Is there something I can do to clean
you up so all the stickiness is gone?"
   As I asked her, I retrieved my hand and began licking and sucking on
each digit, certain to make enough noise to instill in her tiny mind that
there WAS a way I could clean her without any napkins present.  I kept
licking and sucking on my fingers and thumb until they tasted pretty clean
and then returned my fingers to her plump twat.  Now, if only I could taste
HER!  That's when I slipped my ring finger into her vagina slightly,
wiggled it around three times and returned my digits to my lips for more
cleaning.  After the end of my ring finger was relocated to my mouth, I
almost lost consciousness.  Her pussy tasted just like Lisa's!
   I was finally able to return to sentient awareness, the visions of my
mouth cupping her plump labia and soft puffy clouds filling my mind with
romantic passion.  My next query needed her absolute compliance.
   "What should I do Honey?"
   She looked around for a few seconds, apparently looking for a reasonable
substitute for a napkin or soft cloth.  When she turned back to me, she
blushed brightly and looked down.
   "Mark, please don't get mad at me, but I think I know how you can clean
me so I don't get into trouble with my mommy."
   "How's that Babydoll?"
   In a voice so soft that I strained to listen, she told me EXACTLY what I
wanted to hear.
   "Could you lick the fudge off me?  You licked your fingers before when
you cleaned the fudge and ice cream off my leg and tummy and you can do
that on me down there too.  You're not grossed out or anything, are you
Mark?  Please don't get mad at me or nothin'.  I just don't want to get
into trouble with my mommy."
   I looked back at her with a slightly startled expression, waiting for
about five seconds before answering.  I was hoping my act would dissuade
her from thinking I really wanted to help her out.
   "You wouldn't be afraid if I licked the ice cream and fudge off you
right here?"
   I softly caressed her vulva, much further down toward her vagina than
the fudge had travelled.  If I was fortunate, she wouldn't realize that my
lengthy travels along her gorgeous pudendum didn't necessarily involve the
recovery of any dessert toppings.
   She blushed again and shrugged her shoulders once, looking down at my
right hand as I softly caressed and fondled her pussy.  After a couple of
seconds delay, she then looked up into my face and shook her head side to
side, a knowing expression all over her sweet countenance.  She had somehow
discerned what I might like to do, her curious mind filling her with an
awakening awareness of maturity that filled her tummy with lots of tingles.
   "Has anyone ELSE ever tickled you down there with his tongue before,
Amber-Lynn?"
   Her sharp sideways head motions confirmed that she was new to this
adventure.  But, if what she was asking had never been practiced with her
before, then why would she be so willing to let ME do it?
   "How did you know about a boy tickling your special place with his
tongue down HERE, Honey?"
   My fingers never stopped rubbing up and down the tight cleft of her
little-girl slit, occasionally slipping far enough into her tight vagina
that the first segment of my finger disappeared.
   "A friend of mine at school said that it might tickle a little bit, and
I wanted to see if she was telling the truth or just fibbin'.  She said her
uncle did that to her when she was a baby girl, after he gave her a bath
before he put her diapers back on.  She still likes him to do it when she
goes to visit him, and she says it's the best feeling she's ever had."
   "How am I supposed to clean you off like that without anyone SEEING me
Amber-Lynn?"
   Without saying a word, she put the spoon back into the goblet, shifted
back slightly, looked toward the front of the store and then lay down on
her back once she was sure we wouldn't be disturbed for two or three hours.
NOT!
   Once she was all the way down and her dress was pulled up as high as it
could go, she peeked under the table toward the front of the store and
lifted her right hand to me, telling me it was okay for me to begin.  I
looked forward and made sure nobody could see and then leaned over her and
pushed my face between her thighs, licking her far longer and covering a
much larger area than the fudge had despoiled.
   At first, all I did was lick around the top of her cleft and over the
crown of her mons.  Sensing no immediate fear or revulsion by my young
participant, I started to work along the length of her cleft, teasing her
clitty a few times and stimulating it until it became engorged and
extremely sensitive.  Her chubby hips thrust upward, just the type of
confirmation I needed to continue, soft whimpers erupting from innocent
lips and deep breaths filling and emptying her lungs like never before. 
She let me continue unabated, still no hesitation or reluctance on my young
hostess' and tender visitor's part.
   I reliquished my grasp of her sweet and soft cunny, peeked over the top
of the table to make sure we were still going to be able to continue
unmolested and then leaned back down, looking at her face for any signs of
apprehension.  Her smile was adequate verification that I was allowed to
continue, so I delved into her clitty and nibbled on it for about a minute
before pushing further down and licking her vaginal opening a half dozen
times.
   Amber-Lynn was completely lost to the new and wonderful sensations of
her plump cunny being teased and licked by someone that she hadn't met
before today, her hips twitching and bucking in rhythmic undulations as I
kept her in a state of complete bewilderment.  My actions seemed to stir a
deep and natural need from within my young prize, her chubby body eagerly
accepting each of my lingual and labial expressions of fondness for quite a
while.  There was NOTHING about my actions that Amber-Lynn found
distressing, her pussy shoved up into my face with much more ardor than
even the most enthusiastic teenager.
   Amber-Lynn tasted a lot like Lisa did and was just as permissive as my
little angel was, letting me lick, suck and nibble on her plump labia lips
as much as I wanted to.  I never took the time to look over the top edge of
the table, which was quite reckless, my presence in this small-town general
store certain to spark a few peoples' interest if I got careless.  My young
playmate couldn't have cared less about our surroundings, her nubbin
lovingly tortured and my attention to her exactly what she'd been dreaming
about for months.
   Yet again, we heard a noise toward the front of the store and I knew I
needed to refrain from getting thrown into jail, or worse!
   It was time to stop.
   I kissed her pussy three times, peeked over the top of the table once
again and then sat back up, lifting her back to my lap.  Amber-Lynn made
sure that her dress was adequately beyond reach of any further sweet cream
as I softly caressed and fondled her vulva, hoping to urge a little more
sweet cream either OUT of her, or INTO her.
   She returned to her sundae as if nothing had happened as I softly played
with her pussy, gently pinching each labia lip and then working my
fingertips up and down the entire length of her crease.  She was so
indulgent with my constant molestation of her tender body that I grew more
and more bold, slipping my middle finger between her lips and my thumb up
into her nubbin' once again.  She never stopped eating her dessert,
although she did slow down a little bit when I began stimulating her
clitoris enough to distract her concentration.
   She seemed perfectly at ease as I stroked and rubbed her pussy, never
looking up or frowning at me.  I even saw a little smile on her face
whenever I focused on her clitty and tickled it for a minute straight.  My
middle digit was being hugged by elegantly tight flesh the whole time I was
trying to test her resolve, my dick wanting out of my pants so I could also
make IT feel good.
   Then, the unmistakable sounds of footsteps from the front of the store
reminded us that our not-so-innocent adventures needed to be curtailed as
Julie began to make her way back.  Imagine my surprise when my little lap
dancer asked something of me.
   "Mark, would you promise not to tell nobody that I made you clean me up
with your mouth?"
   "Um hmmm.  I won't tell nobody if YOU don't."
   "Okay.  It's our secret then.  Thanks Mark."
   [NO!  THANK YOU BABYDOLL!]
   Even though more than half an hour had gone by since Julie left,
Amber-Lynn hadn't eaten more than the first quarter of the sundae.  This
wonderful reverie might just go on for another hour or two.  WOW!
   The whole time I watched Julie walk toward us, she kept a tight grasp of
the bottom hem of her dress and tugged it down, as if the wind outside
might cause it to fly upward and show me her pretty panties.
   Then, I got the uncomfortable feeling that she might have become uneasy
with my continued attention to her pussy from behind, my fingers going some
place that they weren't supposed to.  It was only AFTER she left that her
mind permitted her to see just how wrong my actions were.
   CRAP!
   Time to put on a brave face, with the hope that she might change her
mind about my naughty hand going places it wasn't supposed to.
   "Hi Julie.  Did you get Mrs.  Cummings stuff all loaded okay?"
   Before she answered, she looked down to the table and saw that 'her'
money was still where she left it, smiled and then shifted it further to
the other side of the table away from both Amber-Lynn and me.  She then
returned to her previous position behind Amber-Lynn, her right hand landing
on the top of my left arm where it had been before, her face bright red as
if she had been extremely close to an very hot oven or fire.
   Maybe my perception of the contents of her young mind might be off.
   "Yeah, but Old Pete needed me to help with a few more chores before he
said it was okay for me to take a break and come visit with you and
Amber-Lynn."
   To prove that she was looking forward to being with Amber-Lynn and me,
she again leaned against my left arm and shifted back and forth a few
times, urging me to put my hand where it had been before.
   Talk about NOT being subtle!
   "How long is your break Julie?"
   "I don't know.  Maybe an hour."
   She looked deep into my eyes and smiled, then averted my gaze as she
blushed.  What an angel!
   "Would you like a little more dessert with Amber-Lynn and me?"
   "Please?"
   "Sure!  Here."
   I offered her the same spoon she used before and felt her push hard into
my arm as it was leaning across the back of the bench seat, my hand now
draped behind her right leg.  Her constant hints were adequate confirmation
that she liked my previous adventures just as much as I did, so I shifted
my left hand around the back of her right thigh and squeezed softly,
looking into her eyes so I could be assured of absolute compliance.  When
she smiled and leaned further forward, I had all the information I needed.
   My right hand returned to Amber-Lynn's cunny, my middle finger to her
vagina and my thumb to her clitoris as my left hand travelled up the back
of Julie's dress until I was cupping her bum once again.
   This time, she wasn't wearing any panties!
   DAMN!!!  Now I know why she was tugging the bottom hem of her dress
down. She didn't want anyone to see that she'd taken her panties off before
coming back to visit.
   My fingers worked around her pert little ass until I dropped them
between her legs, her knees again granting me access without so much as a
single whimper or declaration.
   When my middle finger came into contact with Julie's vulva from behind,
she pushed her bum back into my hand and seemed to cringe slightly.  I
stopped, not knowing if I had somehow offended her until she pushed back a
little harder and opened her legs even more.  That was all the invitation I
needed and my middle finger travelled up inside her vagina for the first
time.  It felt wonderful!
   I could tell immediately that Julie was more experienced that my Lisa
was, her hymen missing and her pussy begging to be entered.  My finger came
out, much to her dismay and then was replaced with my left thumb.  My
middle and index finger had OTHER places they needed to go right now so
Julie would appreciate all my talents and skills.
   It was almost like gripping a fleshy bowling ball, my thumb buried deep
inside her steaming cunt, pressing into the soft padding around her
Grafenburg spot and my fingers gripping between her labia lips until they
were pressing against and rubbing around her clitoris.  She stopped eating
immediately!
   As I delicately fingered and fondled Amber-Lynn, I urged Julie to give
me a lovely little orgasm, certain that she had experienced at least ONE
before.  I used both my index and middle fingers to stimulate her nubbin,
rolling her tickle bump around using opposing motions of both digits until
her hips twitched nicely.  I never had to push too hard or squeeze her
clitty too firm for the stimulation to take hold, enough of her tender
errogenous extension to agree with me that she enjoyed it just as much as I
was.
   She gripped the spoon with all her might as she clamped her eyes closed
and her mouth opened wide, the luxurious impression of tactile pleasure
filling her a lot more than the few bites of ice cream and fudge had.  She
seemed much more willing to let me explore her vulva and vagina than I
imagined, her legs slowly spreading apart on the bench seat until she was
almost doing the splits on my hand.
   I never let the feelings subside as her hips continued to jump and her
insides quivered with lusty excitement.  I knew much more about how to make
a young girl feel good between her legs than she could have conceived of,
and my tolerant victim did little more than kneel next to me and try to
capture every immoral moment of pleasure she could.  Within five minutes,
her quiet thrusts into my hand and her gentle bucking convulsions proved me
right, Julie much more experienced with deep vaginal tickles and personal
pleasure than either Lisa or Amber-Lynn.
   After the fading remnants of her orgasm subsided, she reopened her eyes
and looked at me as if I was about to cut her in half with a ten foot long
saw.  She gently urged my thumb out from inside her vagina and my hand from
between her legs and took off toward the front of the store in a flash.  I
was certain I was going to jail in less than five minutes.
   I started shaking immediately and before I could pull my hand away from
Amber-Lynn's lovely cunny and start running, Julie returned with a handful
of white paper napkins.
   WHEW!
   She settled into the exact same position as before, but this time, she
grabbed my left hand and pushed it up under her dress in front, certain to
place a clean napkin in my open palm before it disappeared out of sight.  I
relaxed considerably and as she returned to her ice cream sundae, my hand
softly returned to her naked quim, wiping her vagina back and forth.
   Not being satisfied with just one orgasm, I put the napkin down on the
bench seat and put my thumb and fingers back where they were before,
hooking my hand around her right leg and sliding it up her dress until I
was again stimulating another more animated orgasm from inside her tender
teenaged body.
   Julie couldn't have believed a guy my age would have been so quick to
find the spongy softness of her Grafenberg spot, the plump blood-engorged
pad of tissue along the front inside of her tight vagina eager and hungry
for continued stimulation and loving abuse.  Between trying to contain the
intense sensations of lust and excitement, and her disbelief that these
feelings were FAR better than anything she could have imagined, all she
could do was buck and stutter behind my smaller playmate, the slightly
older girl immersed in absolute bliss.
   She accepted each of my offers of pleasant distress and permitted me to
influence another three orgasms from within her young body before she
cupped my hand with her right, wordlessly asking for some relief.  She
finally had enough . . . . . .  not the ice cream, the abuse!
   When I finished cleaning and drying her yet again, she smiled nervously
and leaned to her right, kissing me softly around Amber-Lynn's head.
   Now I wanted to see her.
   I shifted my hand to her puddy and lifted the front hem of her print
dress until it was at her waist, Julie never preventing me from admiring
the remarkable beauty of her tight hairless pussy while her face erupted in
a deep crimson display.  She even held the front of her dress up for me as
I caressed and rubbed her vulva up and down.
   All too soon, Old Pete called Julie's name again, sending the highly
aroused lovely into an immediate panic.  She reached up inside her dress
and pulled her panties out, stepped across the aisle around a tall box and
pulled her empty undergarment all the way back up as I watched.  She even
made a little show of it and held her panties down with the bottom hem of
her dress up so I could spend the last few moments admiring her sweet,
furless cunny.
   Once she was certain her clothes had been returned to their normal
locations, she was away and toward the front of the store once more.  DAMN
that felt good!
   With Julie gone, Amber-Lynn indicated that she was enjoying my attention
to her sweet yonni more than I had anticipated, nothing about my activities
behind her causing the least concern for my original interest.  She looked
toward the front of the store and then back down between her legs where my
hand was, smiling quite normally as if she enjoyed these activities far too
often for a little girl her age.  She then put the spoon down, pushed my
hand away with her left hand, reacquired the utencil and used the tip of
the spoon to gather a little glob of fudge.
   Right there in front of my amazed vision, I saw the darling little girl
direct the spoon far enough away from her dress so she didn't get any on
her and then dabbed a little sticky stuff directly over her labiar lips. 
She then looked up at me with a terribly mischevious grin and pleaded
complete and utter innocence.
   "Ohhhh, I'm sorry Mark.  I got more fudge on me AGAIN.  Can you clean me
off like you did before?"
   OH MY GOSH!  She likes being tongued more than I could have imagined.
   All I could do was look at her, smile and nod.
   Amber-Lynn looked forward once more and scooted back off my lap, holding
her dress out of the way.  She lay down, spread her legs and peeked from
under the table toward the front of the grocery store, wanting to keep
watch while I 'cleaned' her up.  I took another quick glance forward and
then leaned down, burying my face between her thighs.
   I was no longer willing to wait and began licking and sucking on her
straight away, almost making her giggle with excitement and pleasure.  To
the subdued sounds of normal shopping activity being conducted safely
toward the front of the store, I reduced my attack until I was tonguing the
plump elegance of her naked pussy, softly tickling her clitty and then
lowering my face until my pink pickle disappeared as far inside my almost
infant hostess as it could go, Amber-Lynn's hips bucking and stuttering to
each of my skillful movements.
   I feasted on my permissive young friend far longer than I should have,
taking far too many chances with a little girl that I had only met a couple
of hours before and whose family would DEFINITELY protect once they found
out what I was up to.
   Amber-Lynn was so entranced by my lingual skills that she lay perfectly
still, holding the back of my head tight to her naked vulva and letting out
little exited moans of pleasure.  I knew how to take care of young girls,
filling their minds and bodies with loads of new sensations and excited
tingles for as long as they permitted.  As long as I maintained a slow and
even pace with her sweet quim, she never pulled back or pushed my face
away.
   In the diffused light of the store, I nibbled and sucked her fat labia
lips into my mouth, munching on both slivers of tender glory and then
returning to my lingual efforts once she started to giggle or push against
my forehead.  After returning to her clitty and vagina, she'd pull my head
back into her body with just as much, if not MORE anticipation and hunger
than before, rolling her hips up into my face and anxious for me to keep
playing with her lovingly.  She was a fully aware sexual being by the time
her next sweet cum was beginning to build inside her hips, her high pitched
whimpers confirming that I wasn't far.
   I kept working the little seven year old into a frenzy until she finally
couldn't stand it any longer, her chubby hips thrusting up into my face as
I rolled her clitty around with my tongue.  She was no longer able to
tolerate all the wonderful and intense sensations as they traveled all over
her body, her small chubby hands completely unsure if she wanted me to stop
while she pushed my face away from her pussy.
   Up until she was using genuine force to pry my mouth away from her
hairless quim, I maintained a tight lock on her silken flesh, revelling in
the sweetness that only God could have created.  When I could entertain her
no longer, I licked her slowly up and down with long wide strokes, stealing
every measure of preteen arousal that leaked out from that luscious and
perfectly smooth cunny.  Bringing her down slowly was the best means to
ensure a repeat performance, he body quivering and chest heaving even as I
was drawing my tongue and mouth away from her precious form.
   I leaned back into a sitting position and once certain that nobody had
seen what I had just done, looked back down at Amber-Lynn as her body
continued to twitch and buck as the last of her orgasm traversed from her
clitty to her brain and all points in between.  I kept caressing her pussy
softly as she regained her composure, her mind and body not able to cope
with such an intense violation of her elementary school perceptions of
pleasure.
   Once she was able to think clearly, she peeked out from under the table
once again and then sat up, scooting onto my lap, but this time, sitting
facing me.  She thrust her plump lips into my mouth and kissed me far more
romantically than I thought her capable of, never any awareness that this
position would be perfect for her next class in sex education.  Our kiss
almost didn't stop, but I had to maintain at least an air of decency in
public, my hunger to push up into her causing her nubbin to be stimulated
into yet MORE tactile abuse.
   She was so accepting of my continued immoral activity that she pushed
into me with much more force than I expected.  After I was able to peel her
off my face, she looked at me somewhat confused.
   "Don't you want to kiss me MORE, Mark?"
   "SURE I do, but not here.  We might get into trouble.  If we can kiss in
private, then we can kiss just like this as much as you want to."
   She smiled back at me and developed a plan that would allow us to kiss
more freely without interruption or any witnesses.
   "Mark, are you gonna stay in town at least a couple of days?  You can
stay with my sister and mommy and me.  Since I was born, my mommy doesn't
take boarders anymore, but I think she might let you stay with us 'cause
you're so nice to me and my sister."
   "Who's your sister, Honey?"
   "Julie."
   DAAAAAAAAMMMMMNNNNN!  Two little girls . . .  and SISTERS too!  No
wonder she heaped on the ice cream and fudge so high!  Stinker!
   I knew it would be looked upon as inappropriate behaviour, me an
itinerate stranger making his way through town wanting to ask for a room
for the night or two, but I had to at least TRY to poke one of these
beauties once.  Julie could easily take me, her maidenhead long since
missing and her body capable of handling my intrusion, the snug feel of her
tight tube giving me plenty of courage to accept Amber-Lynn's offer.
   "You don't think your mommy would feel kinda angry if I asked for a
room?"
   "She doesn't make a lot of money and sometimes she does jobs like
cleaning and cooking so we can pay our bills.  If you'd be willing to pay
just a little bit for a bed, bath and breakfast, she might like you to stay
a FEW nights."
   "I guess she rents out an extra room every once in a while, huh?"
   "No, 'cause we ain't GOT an extra room.  But you could share Julie's and
MY bed!"
   MY GOSH!  Could she possibly imagine what I would want to do with her at
night?  Most likely NOT!
   "I don't know Honey.  Your mommy might not like me sleeping with you and
Julie."
   "But if Julie and me TOLD her how nice you are, she'd let you stay as
long as you want."
   What an offer!  How could I refuse?  After all, it was either the warm
softness of a bed with two little girls dressed in their pajamas and
possibly less, or the hard ground under my sleeping bag as I slept inside
my rip-stop nylon tent out in the open in the night air and all alone.
   Hmmmmm?  Tough decision, huh?
   "Well . . .  I guess I MIGHT be able to stay at least ONE night."
   "GOODIE!"
   "First, we better put your panties on before somebody finds out you let
me take them off."
   "Do I HAVE to put 'em back on?  I like it when you tickle me all
underneath all the time."
   "If we get a chance to be all alone again, I promise I'll tickle you and
even lick you as much as you want."
   "REALLY?  AS MUCH AS 'I' WANT?"
   "Mmmm Hmmmmm!"
   "Can we go ask my mommy right now?"
   "Sure!  Where is she?"
   "Upstairs.  She's sewing some stuff for Old Pete so he can sell it."
   "Let's put your panties on first, okay?"
   "Ohhhhhhh-Kaaaaaaayyyy."
   After a few more tender gropes and a few jabs along her vagina and
clitty, I slipped her light pink panties back up her legs and under her
sweet, soft bum, looking forward every once in while so my actions wouldn't
be discovered.
   By this time, all the ice cream had melted and the fudge was a series of
dark streaks inside the tall goblet and Amber-Lynn was completely satisfied
. . .  with the ice cream!
   With one long gulp, I tilted the crystal container and downed the
remainder of the cool, creamy drink like a partially melted milk shake. 
Amber-Lynn watched and licked her lips, looking on as my Adam's Apple
bobbed up and down.  When the glass was empty, she leaned toward me and
began licking my mouth where a few remnants of fudge remained.
   Oh, how I wish I could coat my woody with fudge and have Amber-Lynn lick
me clean!
   Julie returned once again, looking disappointed that I was about to
leave.
   "Are you gonna leave Mark?"
   Her face told me everything I needed to hear, her silent expression of
sexual hunger manifested in the painful gaze she displayed toward me.  She
might not have expected me to reveal my knowledge of her relationship to
the little girl I had been tonguing, but there was no need for me to hide
my awareness now.
   "Not yet.  Amber-Lynn seems to think that your mom might be willing to
have a boarder for a few days, although, I can't imagine her letting me
sleep with a pretty girl like your little sister."
   She had a look of surprise and lust all over her, as if I was yet again
stuffing my fingers and thumb snugly inside that tender and smooth patch of
skin that clearly was aching for more.  She then proved just how
provocative these two were when they were together and in need of some
tender affection.
   "Can't 'I' sleep with you TOO?"
   "Maybe."
   I winked at her, producing a lovely smile.
   "If mommy lets Mark stay with us, then he can sleep with BOTH of us
Julie."
   Julie looked like she was about to have another orgasm right in front of
us, her eyes half closed and her body screaming 'fuck me now'.
   "We have to go ask your mom if she thinks the idea is such a good one.
She's upstairs, right Julie?  JULIE???"
   "Huh?  Oh, yeah.  Upstairs."
   I could tell her mind was definitely not all here.
   Amber-Lynn practically dragged me toward the front of the store as Julie
retrieved the change that was still sitting on the table.
   "Mark, I can't take this money.  It wouldn't be right."
   RIGHT?  Geez.  What would her mother call my fingers and thumb
stimulating her teenaged daughter to orgasm right next to her seven year
old sister, while I fingered and fondled the little tyke in front of HER?
I'm sure 'right' wouldn't come to mind.
   "Julie, that money is YOURS.  You can do with it as you wish."
   "But if my mom finds out I have this much money, she's gonna ask where I
got it."
   "You got it from a customer at the grocery store as a tip for being so
helpful and prompt."
   "Will YOU tell her that for me?"
   "If you want me to, yes."
   Julie put the money in a small pocket near her left titty and then
cupped her fingers around mine, holding my hand quite delicately but
lovingly.  We walked to the front of the store, making our way to the hall
where the stairs led to the upstairs rooms.
   When I met their mother, I felt a sudden rush of lust and shame.  Crissy
couldn't have been more than fifteen or sixteen when Julie was born, her
age now about twenty seven or twenty eight.
   After a brief series of introductions and uncomfortable banter, Crissy
finally got up the nerve to ask why I was making my way upstairs with both
of her lovely daughters.  My soft response seemed adequate.
   "Amber-Lynn and Julie tell me that you might know where I can find a
place to stay for a few nights until I head out of town along the hiking
trail.  I'd be willing to pay for the room and board and I can even do some
chores around the house, if you'd be willing to put me up for a day or
two."
   "Mommy!  Please let Mark stay for a little while.  He's nice and sweet
and makes me and Julie feel special.  He also said that he would pay for
everything and he could take care of me and Julie until he has to leave. 
You said that you didn't like for Julie and me to be all alone in the
morning until she has to come work for Old Pete.  And then you said you
didn't like for ME to be all alone in the daytime when you and Julie were
working.  Mark could watch me and play with me until he has to leave. 
Please say he can stay."
   "But Amber-Lynn, we ain't got but two beds to sleep in and it wouldn't
be proper for me to offer mine to Mark, since we don't know each other real
well.  He might not want to sleep with two little girls either, since you
two take up so much room and most likely would not let him sleep very
well."
   Time for a little gentlemanly recovery.
   "Crissy, I apologize for making you assume that I would sleep with your
daughters.  I had no idea you didn't have any other accomodations like a
small cot or something.  Please forgive me for my ignorance."
   "Well, we DO have a small pullout bed in the girls' room, but it ain't
real big or soft."
   "It's probably a lot softer than the cold hard ground I'd be sleeping on
along the trail.  I'd be willing to pay you whatever you'd ask.  I just
need a few nights to recover from being out in the weather for the last few
weeks and take a hot bath before I make my way further south."
   "Well, it would be kinda nice to have someone look after Julie and
Amber-Lynn in the morning and Amber-Lynn until Julie and I got home from
work.  And if you're willing to spend a FEW dollars for that old mattress
in their room, then I guess it's okay."
   "GOODIE!"
   The girls seemed a little happy too!
   "Dinner is on me girls.  What time do you normally eat, Crissy?"
   "MARK!  NO!"
   "Crissy, YES!  What time do you normally eat?"
   "Around seven or eight when we get home."
   "Okay then.  When you get home, dinner will be waiting."
   Crissy looked like she was going to cry, but sucked it up and returned
to her sewing.
   Julie, Amber-Lynn and I made our way back downstairs and I proceeded to
gather up a basket full of groceries for the next few days' meals.  Julie
helped me shop for everything, even suggesting a few things that they
normally didn't get because of the additional expense.
   Everything was tallied and loaded into two large paper sacks, my pack
recovered and lifted over my shoulders and onto my arms.  In short order,
Amber-Lynn and I were heading out the door to places unknown to me, waving
our hands back at Julie as she looked at us as we walked further and
further away from the front of the store.  Julie wanted desperately to quit
working early but knew she needed the dollar an hour she'd get until she
left with her mom at seven.  We walked for about ten minutes after leaving
town and traversed a small meadow and then the stream that I had seen from
the top of the clearing above town.
   It didn't take much longer before we were in front of where the girls
home was.  When I saw where they were living, my heart dropped.
   Their house was a run-down trailer, holes in various places all along
the walls, dirty, with at least half a dozen cracked or broken windows. 
Amber-Lynn made no apologies for her home and cheerfully led me inside,
guiding me into their kitchen so I could put all the groceries away.
   The inside of their home looked considerably nicer than the outside,
lots of feminine touches and everything correctly in their place.  It
didn't take more than ten minutes before everything that I had purchased
was now correctly stored in a few crumbling shelves or in their old and
run-down fridge.  Having no desire to embarrass my hostess, I took no
actions to state the obvious need to fix lots of things up and placed
everything in their correct locations.
   Since it was only two in the afternoon, Amber-Lynn and I would have at
least three hours alone before I'd need to start dinner, plenty of time
available for pleasant distractions with a naked little seven year old if
she deemed the idea worthwhile.  The little minx was thinking right along
the same lines, her hands behind her bum and her hips twisting back and
forth, a look of pride and naughtiness displayed all over her sweet face.
After a second or two, her hands came around to the front of her body,
taking the bottom hem of her dress and holding it just high enough for me
to see the bottom edge of her panties.
   "Mark, you don't have to start making dinner for a while, do you?"
   "Probably not until around five or five thirty.  Why?"
   She dropped her gaze to her hands as she fumbled with the front hem of
her dress, lifting even HIGHER so the entirety of her panties were again
nicely in view.  I knelt down in front of her and put my hands on her hips
under her dress, waiting for her to tell me what was on her naughty little
mind.  She never looked at my face as she softly mumbled her response.
   "You said that you'd tickle me and lick me as much as I wanted, right?"
   "Um hmmm!"
   "Would you do that to me for a little while right now . . .  until you
have to stop and make dinner?"
   "You'd like for me to tickle you THAT long?"
   She immediately looked up into my eyes with a guilty expression, not
certain if what I had offered earlier was in fact genuine.
   "Well, you DID say you would!"
   "SURE!  If you like it THAT much, then I'd be happy to."
   Her expression changed instantly and dramatically.  Her smile returned
and her face beamed, an afternoon's worth of sexual adventures with a
complete stranger the perfect way to while away the hours.  The moment she
deemed it appropriate, she was a blur of movement.
   "Okay, come ON!"
   She grabbed my hands and practically dragged me around the corner and
down the hall, much more anxious to be the center of my attention and
willing to allow me to do as my sexual desires wished.  When I entered her
room, I was pleasantly surprised to see that even THEIR place looked a lot
nicer than lots of other little girls' bedrooms I'd seen.  The girls' room
was neat and orderly, no clothes on the floor or toys anywhere.  The bed
was made and everything in place.  I was pleased!
   Without any prompting or request, Amber-Lynn reached under her short
dress and pulled her panties down her legs and off her feet, kicking her
sandals off in the process.  She then lifted her dress up and tugged it off
her head, dropping it to the floor on top of her now empty pink panties and
shoes.
   Without pulling the covers back, she climbed up on the bed and flopped
down in the middle facing the ceiling, her arms and legs out to the sides
of her body and smiling like a Cheshire cat.  I knelt down in front of the
bed and leaned over her, pulling her legs toward me and centering her pussy
under my face.  Since she was so anxious to receive her pleasurable
entertainment, who was I to delay what she enjoyed so very much?
   As soon as my face was plastered up against her puffy quim, she lifted
her thighs and allowed me to hold them alongside my head, pressing the
insides of her legs against my ears, my hands cupping her plump bum cheeks.
She never moved as I delved into her slit, softly licking her labia from
top to bottom.  She apparently didn't like the overly gentle caresses from
my pink pickle and spoke three words that made my heart almost shoot out
from inside my ribcage.
   "DO IT HARD!"
   As I centered my mouth between her cleft and buried my tongue as far
forward as it would go until it was tickling her nubbin' with all the
intensity that I could muster, she hooked her right foot over my left
shoulder and let it come to rest along my left shoulderblade, wiggling her
little toes with each pass my tongue made across her now extremely
stimulated clitoris.  Her left leg stayed alongside my right ear, her left
heel coming to rest along the back of my right arm, her toes taking
opposing movements from her right.  I kept working her clitty for a minute
and then began to stick my tongue as far into her vagina as I could reach.
Within twenty minutes, she began to give me the impression that I was about
to make her EXTREMELY happy.
   Instead of pushing her over the edge, I repeatedly slowed my attack and
drew her orgasm out as long as I could.  If she was going to allow me to
diddle her clitty and please myself with her young body, I was going to do
everything I could to convince her that she NEEDED everything I was doing
with AND to her.  The sounds of my lips and tongue smacking softly against
her naked pussy seemed so utterly familiar that I never imagined being
anywhere else in the world.
   I kept her near her peak for over an hour, her whimpers and moans
finally urging me to bring her to complete orgasm.  When it hit her square
between her labia lips, she clamped her thighs together as hard as she
could around my head, pushed up into my mouth and hung on with both hands
as tightly as she could.  Her quiet bucking thrusts were like a series of
slow motion hops, as if she were playing with her little girl friends and
trying to win at hopscotch, her legs jerking toward her chest with each
convulsion.
   I never let her come down after that, keeping her orgasm going for
almost a whole hour.  She didn't know she could make me stop and I was so
enamoured with her lovely pussy that I had no intention of relinquishing my
hold on it.
   Even though I was thoroughly enjoying myself and Amber-Lynn seemed
content, I knew to back off slightly.  I didn't want to ruin a good thing,
so I pulled my mouth off her sweet vulva and kissed it a few times, smiling
back at her as she revelled in her newfound sensations.
   I stared at her as she kept twitching and shifting around under me,
revelling in the aftermath of her hour long orgasm.  My face came back down
between her soft thighs and resumed a gentle exploration of her chubby
form, sucking her labia lips into my mouth and nibbling on them until she
begged me to resume her torture.  In less than a minute, she was again
bucking to another orgasm, her body so filled with hormonal passion that
she didn't let me quit until she was exhausted.  I took long nibbles of her
pussy, licked her from ass to clitty and sucked on her cunny to my heart's
content.
   What Heaven!
   By the time her body stopped shaking this time, she was totally spent. I
found some tissue in the bathroom and wiped her pussy clean and dry,
certain to spend as much time as I could just caressing and playing with
her naked body.  She would occasionally look down her body at me, smile
shakily and then lay her head back down on the bed.  She was a total wreck!
   Realizing how long I had pleasured her, it was time to dress her back up
and go get dinner started.  With absolutely no resistance at all, I pulled
her dress over her head and down her arms, leaving her panties off as long
as possible.  I picked her up, carried her to the bathroom and without a
word spoken, urged her to empty her bladder.  She sat on the commode with
an utterly blank stare.  When she was finished and wiped dry, I returned
her to her bed, licked her a few more times and then pulled her panties
back up her chubby legs, kissing her underwear covered yonni half a dozen
times before I pulled her dress up her tummy and let her go to sleep.  I
wanted to see her panties exposed as she slept face up, her thighs slightly
open and her tummy bare.
   I fixed dinner and found everything I needed to set out a nicely
fashioned table just in time for Crissy and Julie to walk in and stare at
their newly decorated dinner table with all the food I had purchased and
even a couple of candles for good measure.
   "Where's Amber-Lynn?"
   "She's sleeping in her room.  We played for a while this afternoon and I
think I tuckered her plum out.  Before I put her down, I took her to go pee
and then she just crashed."
   "Mercy!  You can take care of my baby girl AND fix dinner too."
   "I do have a FEW redeeming qualities.  Now both of you go wash up and
I'll get my little sleepyhead girlfriend.  We'll be eating in less than
five minutes.  I don't want anything to get cold."
   Both of them made their way down the hall behind me as I walked toward
Amber-Lynn's room, her partially uncovered body indicating that she was
thoroughly satisfied with my tongue actions a little while ago.  I heard
both Crissy and Julie enter their bathroom together and close the door.  As
I knelt down over Amber-Lynn, I began softly caressing and fondling her
panty covered pussy, stroking her vulva tenderly.  It didn't take me very
long to tug her panties down far enough to kiss and then lick her pussy
from vagina to clitty.  She just smiled down at me as I teased her awake.
Her panties were returned to their normal and decent location and I
introduced myself once more.
   "Hiya squirt.  Ready to come eat dinner with your mommy, sister and me?"
   She looked at me with a smile and wiped the sleep from her eyes,
reaching out so I could pick her up.  With both of my newest dinner guests
now safely inside the confines of their bathroom, I lowered my face to
Amber-Lynn's panty covered pussy and nuzzled her a few times.
   She held the back of my head with both hands and pushed up into my face,
still hungry for more attention.  That's when I tugged at the waistband
elastic of her panties once more and pulled them down slightly so I could
lick her for a moment or two.  She was such a permissive little angel,
caressing the back of my head and running her fingers through my hair as I
ran my tongue up and down the length of her tight, sweet gash.
   She was enjoying my return to her Heaven so much that we almost lost
track of how dangerous this activity really was.  It was only when I heard
the commode flush that I snapped back to reality and pulled my face out
from between her delicate folds.  I kissed her cunny twice, pulled her
panties back up and then lifted her to my arms.  We were barely able to
make it to the dining table before Crissy and Julie joined us.
   Amber-Lynn didn't want to be more than six inches away from me the whole
time she was awake, following me around as I retrieved each hot pot of food
or plate of vegetables.  Even when I sat down, she wanted to sit on my lap
like before.  It was only after I insisted she sit on her own chair until
her mommy got to know me better that she relented and sat to my left.
   That's when she kicked her sandals off and started to tickle my left leg
with her tiny toes, not wanting to permit our bodies to stay apart for more
than thirty seconds.  I couldn't resist the temptation and played with her
naked foot as she tried to stay focused on her plate of food.  She never
resisted any of my digital wanderings and let me caress and fondle her
little right puppy as much as I wanted.
   Halfway through dinner, once Crissy felt more at ease and relaxed, I ran
my left hand under the table up Amber-Lynn's bare leg.  She kept working
her dress up her body until she was holding the bottom hem of her dress
under her arms in front of her tummy, tempting me to caress and fondle her
bare thighs and panty covered hips.  I ran my left hand up and down her
right thigh as Crissy and Julie cleaned their plates, Amber-Lynn smiling
from ear to ear as I dipped my fingers between her thighs and tickled her
cunny.  She was so easy to play with and molest that I was certain I'd be
staying as long as possible.
   It was only when the dinner was finished and proclaimed a complete
success that Amber-Lynn was asked by her mother to excuse herself from the
table and help Julie clean all the dishes up.  Even though all of them
insisted that I sit, I joined in and made quick work of the few pots, pans
and plates that I had gotten dirty.
   When the kitchen was finished, it was time to retire to the veranda,
their creaky wooden deck along the back of the trailer serving as ample
location for all four of us to talk and visit.  Of course, Amber-Lynn
insisted she be allowed to sit on my lap the entire time.  Who was I to
refuse such a lovely offer.  Before we settled outside, Crissy turned all
the lights off in the house and let me take the place of honor on their
wooden swing, wide enough for one man, a petite and horny teenager next to
him and a little half-crazed sex-stimulated elementary school girl on his
lap.
   Crissy sat on the wooden step at the far end of the deck to my left with
her back to the almost rotten and half painted railing.  The moon was
nowhere to be seen and the sky was filled with a million little points of
light, winking and sparkling down at us as if we were being provided with
our own private light show.  The warm breeze drifted through the branches
of an old oak tree just to our right, its huge limbs creaking with slight
disapproval as the wind forced them back and forth over the ground beyond
the deck.  The sounds of insects chirping and an occasional owl made the
scene complete.
   The darker it got, the bolder Amber-Lynn got, finally not able to endure
the continued absence of my hands along her soft body.  She was so emphatic
about my touching and playing with her naked flesh that she had to pinch me
three times to convince me that I needed to obey her requests.
   With Amber-Lynn on my lap and Julie sitting next to me to my left behind
my little lap dancer, I was being directed to share both of my hands, my
right travelling up Amber-Lynn's legs and inside the elastic of her panties
along her tummy, my left cupping Julie's right thigh with the tips of my
fingers gently tickling her panty covered labia.  She was also not
interested in waiting for me to feel safe enough to fondle her tender
delights and hooked her left index finger inside the leg elastic along her
right leg, pushing my left hand inside the front of her panties with her
right.  It felt strangely normal for my hands to be inside two little
girls' panties with my fingers softly caressing their clitties and reaching
down far enough to tickle the entrance to their hot vaginas.
   Crissy never seemed to take notice of my activities or her girls' desire
to be molested in front of her in the relative privacy of the increasing
darkness.  With both of my hands softly caressing little girl pussies, I
tried to act as calm and relaxed as possible as Crissy and I carried on a
relatively casual conversation, my fingers frequently creating short wet
slurping or popping sounds as I fingered both of my compliant and very
sexually curious hosts.  We all saw three stars fall from the sky, bright
streaks of yellow, green and blue painting the area overhead as our talk
drifted from the grocery store, to the old town where Crissy worked and
eventually to the two little hungry minxes being molested in the dark, not
more than ten or twelve feet from their mother.
   Both Amber-Lynn and Julie grew so accustomed to the constant abuse of my
nasty fingers they yawned, giving their mom ample reason to send them off
to bed.
   "It sounds as if my two munchkins need to head off to bed, huh?"
   "AWE, MOM!"
   "You two have bothered Mark quite long enough.  I'm sure he didn't
expect to be sitting on our porch tonight with two little urchins begging
him to hold them all night long."
   She was right, after all.  I had expected to be somewhere another five
or ten miles down the trail and thinking about my lovely little angel,
Lisa. My temporary distraction was enjoyable enough to make certain she
didn't think I was less than enthusiastic being in the company of two
delicious little cygnets.
   "Oh, Crissy, don't worry about these two.  They just like to show me how
sweet they can be and how much they enjoyed the dinner and my company.  As
long as you don't mind, they can sit with me as much as they want."
   "Are you SURE, Mark?  I don't want you to treat them nice just because
I'm letting you stay with us a few days and nights."
   "I don't mind at all.  It's kind of nice to be the center of attention
for a little while."
   "Okay, but if they ever get too comfortable or make you want them to
stop, you just say so, okay?"
   "Sure!"
   Crissy got up off the step and I could hear her walking toward us,
making me feel as if I was about to be caught with both sets of fingers
deep inside soft candy jars.
   "Please excuse me Mark.  I need to run to the ladies' room for a few
minutes."
   Without removing my hands from inside their panties, each little girl
covered the nasty hand activities with their own, hoping their mother
couldn't see exactly what was going on as she opened the back door, stepped
inside and walked the few feet to the bathroom.  I saw the dim light come
on through the slightly frosted glass about six feet to my left, a tall
shadow cutting the light off as Crissy moved around inside after she closed
the bathroom door.
   It didn't take Julie more than two seconds after hearing the bathroom
door close before she pulled her panties down and put both feet on the edge
of the swing, splaying her legs as far apart as they could go, urgently and
quite silently requesting another quick orgasm.
   Amber-Lynn turned her head as far to her right as she could, wanting to
see what her big sister was up to.  In the soft light of the bathroom
window, she could see Julie flailing away at her own vagina and clitoris
with my bare hand, the little girl cupping her mouth with her left hand,
trying to stifle a snicker.  With Julie being satisfied, Amber-Lynn also
pulled her panties down slightly and urged me to do the same for her,
pushing her mouth to mine so we could resume her kissing lessons.
   Between the sexy noises of two tender vaginas and clitties being wildly
molested, I could hear Crissy using an electric vibrator on herself, a few
soft moans coming from beyond the protective and partially cracked frosted
glass of their bathroom.  I wanted desperately to pull my dick out and have
at least ONE of these horny women take care of ME!
   Our fun was over much sooner than either of the girls wanted, the
commode flushing and the light going out, sending Julie into a flurry of
activity as she retrieved her empty panties and jerked them up her silken
legs until they were returned to where they had been before I had invaded
her now dripping wet cunny.  Amber-Lynn was much easier to dress, her
panties up her thighs and back in place with practically no effort at all.
   When Crissy returned, she stopped in front of us and we could just
barely make out the contour of her body against the lightly tinted deep
black sky.
   "Okay you two.  Time to go get ready for bed."
   "Ohhhhh-Kaaaaaayyy . . .  "
   "How about if we got my spot all set up in their room before they
changed into their night gowns and turned the light off?"
   "We don't wear nightgowns Mark.  It's too HOT for that."
   "Oh!  Still, I think it would be best if we got everything ready so I
didn't wake either of you up when I came to bed."
   "That's a good idea Mark.  Girls, help Mark pull that old bed out while
I go change."
   "Ohhhhhhh-kaaaaaaayyy . . .  "
   With each hand being pulled toward their bedroom, they showed me where
the mattress was that I was supposed to use.  I had to lift the side of
their bedframe slightly to withdraw an old trundle bed, still covered with
a protective layer of plastic from when Amber-Lynn was much younger and
obviously needed some night wetness protection.
   Before I covered the old matress with whatever bedcover I was going to
be provided with, I knew it would be a good idea to remove the plastic
layer, since it crackled and squeaked with even the slightest movement.  If
I was going to be 'visited' during the night, I didn't want to make any
more noise than absolutely necessary.
   They provided me with a sheet that had seen better days and helped me
tuck it in around the edges.  I wasn't going to have a top sheet or
blanket, but it most likely wasn't going to be necessary, since the trailer
didn't have air conditioning.  Of course, the whole time we were preparing
my sleeping place, I made certain to look up both of their dresses and even
run my hands up the backs of their legs and caress their lovely panty
covered bums.  Neither girl prevented me from exploring any portion of
their lovely bodies while they readied my bed.  They even grew somewhat
playful and urged me to try more daring and bold activities with their
mother not more than ten or fifteen feet away.  Tonight was going to be
quite fun, indeed!
   With my pack, supplies and shoes off against one wall on the other side
of the bed, I helped the girls peel their bedcover off and made their bed
ready for use.  Since I had already 'used' it earlier in the day with
Amber-Lynn, it seemed anticlimactic to withdraw the top layer of material
so they could lay in bed almost naked.
   I kissed them both on the lips and reluctantly bid them goodnight,
taking my pocket LED flashlight with me so I didn't have to turn any lights
on when I came to bed.  I returned to the veranda to hear Crissy softly
humming to herself in the cool darkness of the early night.  For the next
hour, we talked about all sorts of things, including my darling little
Lisa. Fortunately, I was smart enought to leave out the details of me
touching her naked body, fingering her to many orgasms and her parents'
insistance that I caress her naked puddy in front of them just after she
passed away.
   Crissy even grew comfortable enough with me to start providing some
information about the girls' fathers, not being the same man or neither of
them wanting to take full responsibility for their actions.  I was correct
in my assumption about Crissy being very young when she got pregnant with
Julie.  When she told me how old she was when she got 'poked', I almost had
an orgasm thinking about how wonderful it would be to do something similar
to HER little one.
   Crissy was just twelve when she got her cherry popped and just turned
thirteen when Julie was born.  DAMN!  I pictured fucking the stuffing out
of Julie, not a teenager after all.  She was only eleven.  I could tell
that at twenty four, Crissy still longed to get humped good and hard, but
was much more cautious and certainly more suspicious of any man's desire to
get close to her, since she was now the unmarried mother of two precious
little girls.  She certainly didn't want or need a third.
   Through our conversations, she seemed to realize that I had no intention
of coercing her to have sex with me and she allowed herself to express more
intimate details about her personal life and her never-ending desires for
satisfaction.  I wanted to tell her that I'd be willing to tongue her for
two or three hours to help her vent some of her 'anxiety', but knew if we
got started, it would be extraordinarily difficult to stop either of us.
   When she began hinting and making more direct comments about not having
an 'outlet', I knew it was time for me to excuse myself so I could wank off
and relieve my own frustrations.  I made certain to be as quiet as possible
as I entered the bathroom, closed and locked the door and then hammered
away at my throbbing dick, finally able to relieve a considerable amount of
tension.  It took no more than two minutes before I had a handful of spunk
filled tissues, thinking of all the wonderful minutes my face was between
Amber-Lynn's thighs and my hands were between both little girls' legs.  I
also took the time to give myself a quick and dampened cloth bath, since
their shower didn't work anymore.  It wasn't as comfortable as I had
remembered when I last used a fully functional bathroom, but at least I was
now clean.
   When I came back out, Crissy was dressed in a fairly short t-shirt and
was puttering around the kitchen, trying to make it look like she was
keeping busy while she waited for me to get out of the bathroom.  That's
when I knew it was time to keep her on my good side and gave her an
affectionate but quite unromantic hug and kiss on the cheek, my feet
helping me to make my way to bed.  I was also extremely anxious to see if I
might have two horny little girls to keep me company at least for a portion
of the night to come.  Or is that a night of cum?
   We said goodnight and I disappeared through the doorway of the girls'
bedroom, Crissy closing her own door as I plopped down onto the four inch
thick matress pad, the frame squeaking and the insides groaning as I
shifted back and forth while getting undressed.
   At first, I heard nothing from either of my bed neighbors, both of them
anxious and awake, but unsure if I was going to be willing to forego a few
hours of sleep for our mutual pleasure.  I wanted to reach over the edge of
the bed and run my hand under the covers, hoping to find at least ONE
partially naked little girl to play with before the sun came up.  My next
tactic finally broke the ice.
   I started to softly whisper a series of lines from a favorite song from
many years ago, hoping Julie and Amber-Lynn would take notice and quietly
wiggle their way down to meet me.  I was anxious but patient.
   "Breathe deep the gathering gloom.  Watchlights fade from every room . .
.  "
   I felt a little hand come over the edge of the bed and begin running up
and down the length of my left arm, one of my two horny sleeping neighbors
certain that I was just as horny as she was.  My right hand was used to
hold the mysterious invader's appendage and tugged it further toward me,
hoping whoever it was would carefully and quietly join me in my almost
naked and very uncovered state.  Her hand shifted closer toward me, wanting
to explore me in the dark, hoping she might be able to touch something that
had her head spinning and her little naughty mind filled with visions of
many pleasures to come.
   When I pulled her hand into my underwear covered woody, she wrapped her
fingers as far around it as she could immediately, clutching the cloth
constrained monster and not moving for over five minutes.  This was
obviously the first time that she had ever been able to touch and explore a
man's underwear confined penis, her fear and excitement not allowing her
fingers to do anything more than just hold on.
   I allowed this little hand to hold and gently touch my manhood, never
urging her to do any more than she was willing to until she was ready.  My
hormones were raging and I needed to run my hand up under her sheet so I
could caress her almost naked body.  I followed her arm back up over the
edge of the bed and under the covers, until I could feel the softness of
bare skin against my wandering fingers.  I kept exploring down her waist
until I felt her hips, also bare.  Her size told me that it was Julie!
   It didn't take long before I coaxed Julie to help me pull my shorts
down, her left hand now clutching my naked manhood for the first time.  It
felt wonderful for her to begin to experience sexual pleasure and learn at
an easy relaxed pace, rather than for her to have to learn abruptly in the
back of a darkened car.
   She shifted slightly toward me and lifted her left hip a little so my
hand was able to caress her naked cunny as she lay on her chest.  It didn't
take more than thirty seconds before she urged my left hand further,
wanting me to finish her incomplete orgasm from earlier.  It proved quite
difficult to turn my hand over so I could finger her vagina and diddle her
clitty with my thumb at the same time, but I managed.  When she finally
began to buck into my hand once again, I was satisfied.  I'm sure she was
too.
   Her left hand slowly loosened its grip of my cock and within another
minute, she fell asleep.  I lifted her sheet and put her arm back alongside
her body, caressing her titty for the first time.  It felt so soft and
wasn't yet big enough to need fabric support.
   I turned over away from their bed and readied myself for a night of
relative comfort, my sleep to be filled with visions of at least two naked
little girls giving me blowjobs and my dick being thrust between their
thighs until they screamed in sweet agony.
   I had just slipped under the spell of faerie dust when a little second
grader decided it was the right time to join me.  She wiggled her fingers
until they worked under my left arm and worked her hand over my chest, my
back to her.  As soon as I was aware of my visitor, I turned slowly and lay
next to her chest to chest.  Her lips sought mine out and we resumed her
kissing lessons, my right hand running further around her body until my
fingers began exploring between her soft and very pliable butt cheeks.
   I'm not sure how long we kissed, but my fingers must have convinced
Amber-Lynn that she needed some more lingual stimulation between her
thighs. She never said a word as she sat up and lay back down with her hips
toward my face and her face directly in front of my throbbing woody.  No
further hints needed to be dropped and I pulled her thighs into my face, my
lips and tongue finding her steaming pussy in no time.  We stayed face to
hip for about thirty minutes before she began humping my mouth, her
sound-reduced orgasm again filling her body with hormonal lust and
satisfaction.
   As she was receiving her clitoral stimulation from me, she grew careless
and shifted her face closer to my dripping cockhead, her lips bumping into
the tip unintentionally.  I let her think about it for a moment and when
she was close enough to repeat her accident, I urged my hips forward and
pressed my dick against the softness of her mouth.  She opened her mouth
and let me push inside, only the crown of my penis permitted entry.  Her
lips held my cock in place, her teeth nicely out of the way.  I wanted to
plunge into her with as much force as I could muster, but didn't want her
to become alarmed, so I let her hold it where it was, hoping she'd provide
me with just as much pleasure as I was affording her.
   With each of her thrusts into my face, I urged her to accept more of my
manhood and was finally able to get half of it into her mouth before she
grabbed the back of my head and pulled with all her might, almost biting
the end of my dick off.  I instinctively pulled my dick out of her mouth,
not wanting to be called 'stubby' for the rest of my life.
   After she finally 'came' down, I licked her as clean and dry as I could,
helped her back into bed, fingered her a little more and then returned to
my own bed.  I was asleep almost as fast as she was.
   What I thought was going to be a single adventure tonight was now
turning into yet another.
   It didn't take Julie more than ten more minutes after she woke up a
second time before she rsilently slipped over the edge of the bed, again
fishing around for my hips and then never letting go of my dick.  She
wanted to do things she had been thinking about so badly, she was almost
shaking with absolute terror.
   "Take your time Julie.  There's no hurry Honey.  Okay?"
   " um hmmm "
   For the next hour, I let her proceed at her own pace, allowing her to
explore me both outside and inside my shorts until she pushed them down and
off my legs.  Now we were both naked and laying against each other.  We
could hear Crissy softly snoring in the other room and felt quite at ease
knowing we could do just about anything we wanted, as long as we didn't
make too much noise.
   She kept urging me forward toward her, using the end of my cock as a
natural dildo, stroking her vulva and clitoris over and over.  She never
made any overt moves to try to insert my dick into her vagina, but I knew
she would eventually.
   I played with her developing titties, her plump ass and her hungry pussy
for an untold number of minutes, her curiousity never totally satisfied. 
When she finally couldn't hold back any longer, she shifted her hips over
mine and began pushing my dick between her legs.  I did absolutely nothing
to spur her on or make her stop.  I was enjoying the initiation of a young
girl into womanhood and hoped I could make this journey a pleasant and
satisfying one.
   When the tip of my cock finally traversed the boundary between little
girl and growing woman, I could hear her panting.  I wanted to plunge into
her immediately, but refrained.  She was in complete control and I knew
that I'd soon be able to satify my own carnal urges.
   She kept working me deeper into her body until our pubic bones met and
then she just held herself still as the end of my dick pressed nastily
against her cervix.  She pressed down into me but never rocked her hips or
shifted up and down onto me, so it was time I helped.
   "Honey, you can move around on top of me as much as you'd like.  I'll
let you do anything you want, as long as you don't make too much noise or
hurt yourself or me."
   As if she were waiting for just those exact words, Julie began to shift
her hips forward and backward, pushing her clitty hard into my pubic bone.
It didn't take her more than two minutes before her first vaginal orgasm
took hold of her tender hips.  With absolutely no sound, she bucked on top
of me, jerking and stuttering on top of me for what seemed like ten
minutes. I resisted the temptation to unload into her, certain that if I
did, I would plunge her into the same sort of lifestyle that her mother was
currently having to live with.  Once she came back down to Earth, she
pushed as hard as she could, forcing my dick past her cervical muscles and
right into her womb.  If she kept this up, there would be NO stopping my
sperm from fulfilling its natural function.
   We stayed locked together just like that for another few minutes, until
she finally shuddered three or four times and then hugged me as tightly as
she could.  What I heard next confirmed that I was indeed her first.
   "I love you Mark, I always will."
   "I love you too Sugar.  I'll never forget what this feels like.  If we
get the chance, we can do this again as many times as you want."
   She slowly extricated my dick out from deep inside her body, got up off
my bed and cupped her vagina as she waddled to the bathroom.  After a
minute of quiet, I heard her flush the commode and come back into the
bedroom.  What she did next took me quite by surprise.
   Instead of returning to my side of their bed, she went around to the
other side and scooted her little sister toward me, telling her it was her
turn now.  Amber-Lynn wasn't about to wait for ANYTHING.  She poured
herself over the edge of the bed and lay on top of me right away, never
intentionally trying to work my cock between her thighs.
   After a few minutes of shifting and trying to get comfortable, I turned
her over and pushed my woody between her ass cheeks, wiggling it further
and higher into her until she surrendered her sphyncter to me, not knowing
what to do except be perfectly compliant.
   I tickled her asshole with the tip of my dick until I soaked her bum
with my juices, then began pushing into her harder and harder until she got
the hint.  She bent a little forward and pushed her naked ass into me,
allowing me yet again to do whatever I wanted to.  When the head of my dick
popped into her butthole, she jumped slightly and then began urging me
further and further inside until my hips were pressing against the full
round flesh of her sweet ass.
   Once all the way inside her, I retreated once to a little impatient
whimper and then returned all the way back inside.  I increased the speed
with which I traveled into her tender virginal body until I had a wonderful
rhythm going and she was panting louder than Julie had.
   When my balls started to tighten and pull up into my body, I knew it was
time to please my little lover once again.  With my right hand working
around her hip, I found and then proceeded to lovingly abuse Amber-Lynn's
clitty and vagina.  When her vaginal muscles began to contract and her body
started to jerk softly and silently, I peaked her by rubbing harder and
plunging into her ass as hard as I could.  I swear I could feel her vagina
sending waves up and down her love tunnel, so it was time.  I had never
experienced as wonderful a hip busting orgasm before tonight and I must
have filled her to brimming with baby makers.
   After we both came down, she got up and hobbled to the bathroom so she
could empty herself of my contributions and then returned without flushing.
I assumed it was my turn to use the commode and got up on shakey legs, my
dick still bobbing up and down in front of me as I walked in the dark to
the bathroom.  I wiped myself clean with a few slightly dampened tissues
and then dry.  I flushed the commode and lay back down, much more
satisfied.
   Amber-Lynn had no interest in sleeping alone tonight, or ANY night I was
going to be this close to her, so she snuggled up to me after I put my
underwear back on, my hand working its way around her right hip and my
fingers deep within the tight crease of her labia.  I didn't stimulate her
to orgasm but just softly kept her satisfied with loads of gentle fondling
and tender molestation.
   Some time during the night, Julie joined Amber-Lynn and me, taking up
position along the opposite side of my body.  She even worked my body
around and pulled my dick back out of my shorts, insinuating it between her
buttcheeks and up against her still hungry vagina.  Once all the way
inside, this time from behind, she bent forward and pushed against me once
again.  When my dick popped through her cervical muscles a second time, she
couldn't hold back and began reaching for my other hand so I could give her
another orgasm.  It didn't take long!  This time, I was losing my battle
with my balls.  If I didn't pull out soon, she'd be an unwed mother,
repeating what HER mom had done.
   Fortunately, her orgasm took hold before I reached mine.  She felt so
sexy and darling as her body jerked and bucked into me, my fingers diddling
her clitty and my dick slipping into her vagina as deep as I could push. 
This orgasm for her was much more satisfying, every errogenous zone being
lovingly attacked and sexually fulfilled.  She finally allowed me to pull
out of her before I shot gobs of sticky sperm into her preteen body, only
to shift the tip of my dick to her ass.  I wasn't about to miss this!
   In little over a minute, my hips were pressing into her ass and I was as
far into her body from behind as I could go.  As I played with her titties,
clitty and vulva, I shot into her ass harmlessly, rendering my ammunition
'safe'.  I could hear her smile as I thrust into her bum repeatedly.  Now I
had done to her what I had with Amber-Lynn.
   We kept making soft, sticky snapping sounds as my dick kept invading her
anus with a series of slow, deep motions, her butt pushing back as hard as
she could as I pushed all the way forward.  My dick was finally satisfied,
since I had shot a load harmlessly into both little girls' sweet tight bums
and began to wilt.  It was time for us to get cleaned up once more.
   Julie waddled her way to the bathroom and just as Amber-Lynn had done,
didn't flush the commode so I could wash myself and then get rid of the
evidence down the drain.  When I made my way back to my bed, both angels
were still on my bed, everything JUST RIGHT!
   I picked each of their sleeping naked forms up and put them on their own
bed, but not so far that I couldn't reach over the edge of the bed and
softly caress at least ONE naked little angel until I fell under Mister
Sandman's spell.
   It didn't take me more than two minutes before my eyes slammed shut and
I was finally asleep.
   I awoke to the sound of Crissy's alarm clock and jumped up, throwing my
pants and shirt on before her door opened.  With my little gems still
sleeping and quite naked, their sheet pushed all the way down to the end of
the bed, I took one good long look and made my way out of the room, pulling
the door closed.
   The first thing I did was make a pot of percolator coffee, filling the
trailer with the pleasant aroma of hot java as the old aluminum device
gurgled and wheezed.  Bacon and eggs were next, with the bread having to be
skillet browned since they couldn't afford a working toaster.
   My timing was perfect, the eggs done just as a sleepy Crissy stammered
her way around the corner of the kitchen wall.  She tried not to act too
surprised, but her smile was complete evidence that my kitchen duties were
greatly appreciated.
   With a hot cup of coffee in her hands, she nestled into one of the
dining chairs as I served her breakfast, never saying a word as I portioned
her eggs, bacon and toast onto an old plastic plate.
   She got halfway through her breakfast before she stopped, cupped her
mouth and tried to suppress a sob.  I could tell she was sorry she had
allowed her first sexual adventure at twelve to result in a newborn little
girl nine months after she was in the throws of her first fuck.  She tried
to hide her shame from me as I held her left forearm, wanting to make her
feel even the tinyest bit better.
   "Crissy, please don't cry.  It makes me think you don't want me here to
be your guest.  We can talk about what you're thinking later on tonight, I
promise."
   She sucked it up, sniffled a few times, tried to smile and finished her
breakfast.  As a dessert treat, I had gotten three different kinds of jelly
and jam, putting all three on a single slice of toast and then handing it
to her.  She smiled once again and mouthed a silent 'thank you' to me.
   We never said another word as she finished her food and then two more
cups of coffee.  As she got up from the table, she leaned over to me and
kissed me softly on the lips.  It was so light and brief that there was no
mistaking that it was meant solely as an offer of thanks and not a romantic
invitation.  I hugged her around her shoulders for no more than ten seconds
and let her go.  She was out of the area and back inside her bedroom so she
could get ready for another long, dull day at Old Pete's.
   In thirty minutes, Crissy emerged from her room dressed much nicer than
she was the day before, her face painted and her demeanor more bubbly.  She
timidly asked for another cup of coffee before taking a seat in the chair
where she ate breakfast, being served by her own private butler for the
first time in her life.  She had a few minutes before having to walk the
ten or so minutes to the grocery store and stared at the hot cup of brown
morning nectar without saying a word.
   The girls' door opened and in walked Amber-Lynn, still just as naked as
the day she was born.  She walked around behind my chair and thrust herself
into her nicely dressed mom, her plump round ass looking good enough to eat
WITHOUT jelly or jam.  They hugged for a few seconds and just as they
separated, Julie also walked into the room, just as naked as her little
sister.  Apparently, my presence wasn't considered foreign or the slightest
bit unusual.
   When Julie took a similar position alongside her mom, Amber-Lynn shifted
her body toward me, wrapping her lovely arms around my nervous frame.  It
was difficult, but I refrained from cupping her bum or fondling any portion
of her sweet chubby body.  She urged her way onto my lap and rested her
head against my shoulder, shoving her left thumb between her lips and
closing her eyes.  My left hand held her around her back and my right was
soon to be filled with the soft form being offered by her older sister.  It
was far too easy to feel a certain need to remain just as we were, but all
good things must come to an end, so I spoke words that calmed their mom's
slightly anxious nerves.
   "Why don't you two lovely little faeries go put your panties and a
t-shirt on and I'll fix you both a nice breakfast."
   Amber-Lynn nodded her head into my shoulder while Julie snuggled harder,
whispering into my right ear.
   " okay Mark "
   "Off you go!"
   I smacked Julie lightly on her bum just hard enough to make a sexy sound
and lifted my little lap dancer up, setting her naked feet to the floor and
popping her bum just as I had Julie.  They both scurried off toward their
room and were a flurry of activity for no more than ten seconds, emerging
partially dressed.
   Julie had on her previous day's panties and a very short t-shirt, barely
able to cover her from titty to tummy.  What a lovely sight!  Amber-Lynn
only succeeded in putting on her panties from the day before, her
developing titties bouncing slightly with each of her movements, her bright
pink nipples erect and firm.
   They returned to my arms, hugged me for a few seconds and then thrust
themselves at their mom.  The next words I heard convinced me I would be
staying far longer than one or two nights.  Amber-Lynn had no trouble
expressing herself in the least.
   "Mommy?  Can Mark stay with us for a little while longer than one or two
days?  He's so good to all of us.  Please say he can stay?"
   "We can't keep him all to ourselves girls.  Mark probably has places he
needs to go and people that love him just as much as we . . .  I mean YOU
do.  If he wants to stay for a little while, then he certainly may, but you
have to remember that he might want to see his family and his girlfriends.
As nice as he's been to us, we have to remember that it's only for a little
while, until he decides he needs to leave."
   I saw a tear form in Julie's eye and heard Amber-Lynn express her
feelings about her wanting me to stay as she began to cry softly.
   "Momma, I don't WANT for Mark to go.  I want him to stay with US!  He
could be my daddy and be with you too.  Please tell him to stay.  PLEASE?"
   Crissy was completely out of her element, not sure how to extricate
herself from this rather unusual and very uncomfortable position.  That's
when I decided to help, slightly.
   "Girls?"
   They both turned their attention to me, looking at me through mist
covered eyes.
   "I can stay only long enough to help you as much as I can.  But your mom
might not want for me to just drop in and make myself at home with all of
you.  You have to understand that some things aren't meant to be in the
long run.  I promise I'll stay long enough to make you feel good and when
it's time to go, you'll be ready."
   "But I don't WANT you to go Mark."
   Amber-Lynn jumped off her mom's lap and jumped up onto mine facing me,
thrusting her panty covered jewel right into my aching dick.  Oh, what a
wonderfully sexy pain!
   We cuddled and cooed for another few minutes, Crissy having to depart to
locales required.
   "I'll walk Julie to work when she needs to report in Crissy and then
I'll watch and play with Amber-Lynn until you two get home.  I'm sure I can
find enough to do around here to make myself useful."
   To both little girls' surprise, Crissy got up, leaned into me, hugged me
once and then kissed me on the lips, turned and was out the door and on her
way to work.  We saw her walk rown the path toward town with the sun
cresting a far hill, a beam of sunshine following Crissy as if she were to
be admired and praised for her having tolerated eleven years of misery just
for this one lovely morning.
   With one last hug before breakfast, I cupped each of their plump asses.
   "Okay you two.  Bacon, eggs and toast with three kinds of jelly and
jam."
   "YEAH!"
   I served both of them as if they were royalty, making them feel
unusually special.  If they could, they would do ANYTHING for this to
continue everyday.  With Amber-Lynn again on my lap sitting forward and
Julie sitting VERY close to my left side, they both finished their
breakfast as if they had attended the most prestigious charm school in the
country.  Not ONE crumb of bread, speck of bacon or morstel or eggs ever
left their plates or forks.  I was dumbstruck with how delicately they ate.
   With a small glass of orange juice to finish off the meal, both girls
were directed to brush their teeth, wash their faces and fix their hair
before they could come join me back in the livingroom so we could talk,
visit and play with each other.  I had just enough time to clean up the
kitchen before they came running back to me, this time sans their clothes.
   "Now that our momma is gone, we don't have to wear our clothes, do we
Mark?"
   "Well, what if somebody comes by and wants to check on you two?  Don't
you think it might make them feel rather strange if they saw you running
around with nothing on?"
   "Nobody ever comes to see us, except maybe Dirty Joe.  Sometimes he
tries to peek into our bedroom window and see if we're not wearing
anything."
   "How often does he do that?"
   "Every once in a while.  He tries to be really quiet, but we can hear
him before he even gets across the stream out front.  When we caught him
looking into our windows one time, we screamed real loud and he went
running off and didn't come back for a long time."
   "When does he usually try to spy on you?"
   "Just after our momma goes to work."
   "Like, right NOW?"
   "Uh huh."
   "Well, how about if we try to catch him again and tell the local sheriff
what he was trying to do?"
   "Dirty Joe is the sheriff's brother."
   Time for some careful planning.  That's when I remembered I had a nice
digital camera for capturing images that might be useful to me sometime in
the future.  Now I was glad I hadn't taken any pictures of either of these
two naked little angels before now.
   "Okay, I tell you what.  Go lay down on your bed and don't put anything
on.  I want him to get a REAL good look so I can catch him and take a
picture of him looking inside your window, okay?"
   "OKAY!"
   With a few amorous kisses and a few gentle caresses, they were off to
their bed.  By the time I caught up with them, they were laying face up,
spread eagle next to each other as if they were waiting for me to plunge my
face between their plump thighs.  I was tempted!
   I retrieved my camera, hid my backpack and made my way outside, hiding
behind a stand of trees on the same side of the trailer as their bedroom
window was.
   Right on time, Dirty Joe came sneaking down the path toward their
trailer, expecting to see two lovely little girls sleeping naked on their
bed, nobody around to see him peeping inside.
   He very carefully made his way onto the deck, trying not to make any
noise in the quiet morning air.  As soon as he was able to see inside the
girls' window, he unzipped his pants and extracted a rather sorry excuse
for a dick.  In less than thirty seconds, he was wanking away alongside the
trailer, his face plastered against the dirty and cracked window and his
hand hammering away at his less than impressive cock.
   The whole while, I was taking every shot I could, certain to capture as
many details of his features as possible.  With enough ammunition to send
him to jail, I intentionally stepped on a dry branch and snapped it,
causing him to freeze instantly.  Julie must have heard my movement,
because less than a second later, she screamed as loud as she could.
   I stepped out into the open with the camera snapping image after image
of Dirty Joe trying to put his now limp pecker back inside his pants as he
ran, his identity clearly visible and every detail of his physiognomy
plainly apparent.  With Julie and Amber-Lynn screaming at the tops of their
lungs, Dirty Joe tripped at least five times, landing on his face twice and
causing some rather distinct injuries along the way.  Each of my pictures
would now prove quite sufficient to cease his constant attempts at peeking
into little girls' open windows.
   Both Julie and Amber-Lynn kept up their rather shrill screams as they
burst through the back door, yelling at Dirty Joe as loud as they could,
his way down the path and across the stream quite eventful.  I don't think
he ever stopped tripping and falling before he got to town.
   When he was completely out of sight, the girls went back inside and
stood at the open door inviting me back inside.  We all laughed for an hour
as I showed them image after image of him tripping over his half-lowered
trousers falling down and cutting his face.  It was only after our stomachs
were hurting from all the laughter that I realized that these images might
prove to be dangerous, so I needed to make copies.  I loaded an extra blank
mini-CD into my camera and copied every image of Dirty Joe before burning
it for posterity.  I then made a second copy and hid it behind the girls'
dresser, just in case my property was going to be confiscated.  Done!
   Still feeling quite nervous, I set about to make a list of all the
things I was going to need to start fixing up their trailer.  Silicone RTV
for all the holes in the roof and walls, twelve panes of glass all the same
size, one bathtub faucet and shower head, one commode flapper and a
replacement waterline.  A good start!
   I knew the girls wanted to begin our sex play as soon as possible, but I
needed to get this CD into the correct hands so Dirty Joe wouldn't be
coming back around ever again.  After getting cleaned up and dressed, the
three of us walked hand in hand back into town.
   Along the way we were greeted by one of the matrons of the town, Mrs. 
Sullivan.  She had seen Dirty Joe run into town from this direction and was
concerned for the girls' safety.  When she saw them smiling and holding my
hands, she calmed down considerably, wanting to know all the gory details.
   Both girls were so explicit with their observations that poor Mrs. 
Sullivan might have had a heart attack, hearing how Dirty Joe had his willy
out and was 'doing it' right outside their window.  She reached both her
hands out and led my girls the rest of the way into town, snapping and
cursing at the peeping Tom the whole way.  She had created such a stir that
half a dozen people grew interested and followed us to the sheriff's
office, wanting to see 'justice' done immediately.
   We were met at the front door by the sheriff, his right hand raised in
front of him as if he wanted everyone to halt their progress before
committing some unjustified reprisal against his younger brother.  He tried
like Hell to convince everyone in attendance that this was nothing more
than the wild ramblings of two bastard children, most likely making the
whole story up.
   About this time, Crissy came running up, her face flushed and filled
with terror.  She knelt down next to her baby girls and wept as she heard
Mrs.  Sullivan relay the events of less than two hours ago.  The sheriff
kept trying to dissuade the girls from making such unrealistic and
slanderous claims about one of his kin, eventually inferring that any
offspring from a young slut like Crissy was BOUND to lie.  This only served
to increase the tension of the group, now more than thirty strong.  When
the mayor who was the owner of the local bank arrived, wanting to know what
on Earth was going on, Mrs.  Sullivan again conveyed the details of what
Dirty Joe had done.
   "What proof do you have of these scandalous claims girls?"
   "Our friend Mark took pictures of Dirty Joe and can show EVERYONE what
he did.  We told him what Dirty Joe liked to do after our momma went to
work and he stood outside and waited for Dirty Joe to come by.  Just like
he always did, Dirty Joe pulled his pants down and touched himself while he
was looking inside our window, just like he always does.  If you want to
see, then our friend Mark can show you."
   "You can't have pictures THAT fast!"
   The sheriff obviously hadn't seen a digital camera before.  The mayor
then spoke up and commanded me to prove the girls' indictment of the
sheriff's younger brother.  That's when I held up the bright silver
mini-CD. The sheriff immediately tried to snatch it out of my hands, but
Mrs.  Sullivan smacked him in the face with her HUGE purse, sending him
reeling back toward the closed door behind him.
   "Mister Mayor, does anyone have a computer that can display computer
pictures?"
   "Yes, I do!"
   Mrs.  Sullivan was the perfect town instigator with her next suggestion.
   "How about if we ALL went to see what Dirty Joe 'allegedly' did, huh
Mayor Cox?"
   The crowd was ready to get a rope and find a tree and the mayor was in
no mood to be one of the unfortunate few to be found hanging by his neck
until he was cold and still.
   "Okay, but only FIVE!"
   The crowd erupted into a loud roar, not satisfied that this was the
slightest bit acceptable.  After a few seconds, the mayor relented and
invited everyone to his office.
   The room was plenty big enough for everyone to enter and take a position
close enough to be able to see the rather large flat screen computer
monitor.  Even the people at the back of the room should be able to see
every excruciating detail.
   It took me a minute to configure his computer to display the first
image, the sheriff not willing to wait for me to finish before he tried to
again take possession of my disk.
   Right on time, Mrs.  Sullivan whacked him in the face with her purse and
stood her ground, not willing to tolerate his rude behaviour any longer.
   When the first image appeared, all everyone could see was the back of
someone's head, looking into a dirty and cracked window.  The second image
removed all doubt!
   A number of the women present gasped as they beheld the image of a man
with his pants down around his ankles and his hand around the front of his
body, his face so close to the window his breath was creating small puffs
of fog against the outside of the glass.  It wasn't until I had stepped out
into the clearing just alongside Crissy's porch that Dirty Joe eliminated
all doubt regarding what he was doing.
   On the computer screen, Dirty Joe was facing the camera, his eyes bugged
out of his head, his mouth wide open, his pants around his ankles and his
hand firmly locked onto his poor little willy.  Three women screamed and I
clicked the mouse onto the next image, Dirty Joe's initial face-first
plunge into the ground.  Each image after that was a successive series of
him trying to run with his pants around his ankles, knees and finally up
his thighs high enough that he was able to fall headlong into the stream.
There were at least five distinct images of his face, both before AND after
he had fallen down.
   What happened next filled me with such pride, I wanted to thrust my
chest out and crow like a rooster.  Then I felt as though I might find
myself in a similar predicament.
   From near the back of the room, a little girl about four began crying.
Everyone focused their attention on her as she began to relate how Dirty
Joe had coaxed her into his old shack on the far end of town and had her
pull her panties down so he could 'tickle' her.  When she implicated the
sheriff, wanting to watch his younger brother have a little fun with one of
the locals, the room turned to him.  His past was now open for everyone to
examine and questions started to flood the room as more and more little
girls and young women began to spill their secrets for everyone to hear.
   In less than an hour, his position as protector of the townsfolk was
being traded for a less enjoyable one.  His gun, badge, car and office keys
were removed by the mayor and he was escorted out of the mayor's office by
four VERY unhappy fathers.  The sheriff didn't make it all the way across
the street before he 'fell down' at least three times.  Inside the jail,
appropriately of course, was Dirty Joe, hiding.  Both the sheriff and his
little brother were now on the OTHER side of the bars, tawnted and spat on
by every mother and father in town.  At least these folks had the good
sense to let the district judge handle the sentencing and 'execution' of
justice.
   The mayor wanted to keep the disk I had created, for evidence, but I
suggested he let me make copies of each image and leave them on his
computer.  He was satisfied I had kept my word after I removed the disk and
showed him where each of them resided.  He shook my hand like a true
politician and patted me on the back as I walked with Crissy and her girls
back to Old Pete's Grocery store.
   Before we made it half a block down the sidewalk, three mothers stopped
us and begged to do something for me and the girls, being the catalyst to
reveal the nasty habits of two of their own.
   "I was on my way to Old Pete's to pick up some supplies to fix up
Crissy's place.  If you want to show your appreciation for the girls'
bravery and honesty, then help me get the needed equipment to make their
place a lot nicer to live in."
   It didn't take them longer than a second to agree, scurrying off to
hither and yon to gather up the entire town so EVERYONE could chip in and
make resitution to Crissy and her fatherless children.
   By the time we were headed back to the trailer, there were at least a
dozen strong men carrying boxes of everything that we could possibly need
to make the girls comfortable.
   The next three days were a flurry of activity as every member of town
did something to repay Crissy for all the cupped mouths and harsh words
spoken in shadows and around corners.
   The roof was sealed weathertight, all the windowpanes fixed, the
plumbing repaired or replaced and every conceivable detail attended to. 
More than one mother or former mother lauded each of the girls with more
clothing and linens than they could possibly use.  A nice set of pots,
pans, utencils and dishes were soon to follow, none of them new, but
certainly much nicer than what they had been using for a number of years.
Old Pete gave Crissy a raise in pay and had to practically fight people
away to keep her on his payroll.
   Crissy was a bundle of nerves for a week after that, unsure if what had
happened was true.  We weren't able to be alone for the first time until
almost ten days had gone by.  By that time, the girls were desperate to
have some privacy, instant fame and great appreciation something that made
them quite uncomfortable.
   Old Pete gave Crissy some time off with pay, wanting her to recover from
her most recent ordeal while the local magistrate attended to the previous
sheriff and his younger kinfolk.  The first morning we were alone, I
repeated what I had done before, making coffee, bacon, eggs and toast for
each of my three angels.  This time, I had every conceivable kitchen
accessory at my beckon call.
   We got through the meal and had just finished cleaning up, sitting on
the couch when Crissy burst out crying.  All the emotions that she had
bottled up were about to flow out of her heart and I had the task of
helping her through this difficult time.
   Through sobs, hiccups and stutters, she shared her most sacred feelings
with me, heaping her soul on top of my shoulders as if I were Hercules,
capable of holding up the entire world.  Two hours later, Crissy was
cuddled up over my lap like a little girl, just as her second darling
daughter was before with my right arm over her shoulder and her girls
sitting either next to me or very close by.
   I let her sit quietly with me, not saying anything or wanting to move.
My foot had been asleep for about an hour when Crissy finally stirrd,
looking up at me with a pair of the most innocent doe-eyes I had seen in
days.  At least not since Julie or Amber-Lynn had permitted me to touch
them or butt-fuck them that first time.
   How ironic this was.  I had never tried to trick either of the girls
when I was sitting with them at the back of Old Pete's Grocery store, my
hands up their dresses and inside their panties and I was being looked upon
as having been their saviour.  With Dirty Joe and his older brother, the
former sheriff going to jail for a long time, if they survived, the girls
and Crissy felt a weight being lifted off their shoulders, secrets and
unspoken promises soon to be revealed.  When she finally whispered to me
that it was the sheriff that had gotten her pregnant the first time, I felt
sick.  She never did tell me who Amber-Lynn's daddy was, so I knew not to
push.  I kind of figured it might have been his younger brother, Dirty Joe.
   It took another three days before Crissy felt confident enough to go
back to work, certain that all that had been promised to her was not going
to be fulfilled.  To her pleasant surprise, everyone in town treated her
much differently, almost with admiration and respect, including Old Pete.
   Having been the focus of so many curious gazes, I took my place on the
livingroom couch at night rather than the more comfortable and more
sexually enjoyable location of the girls' bedroom the first night after we
had been made the center of attention.  With all this time passing by and
not a single opportunity to touch, finger or fuck a little girl, I was
about to explode.
   With Crissy off to work for the first time in days, I was finally able
to hold my little minxes to my chest in complete privacy.  With new, pretty
curtains to keep out the prying eyes of anyone that might wander by, the
girls lost no time in stripping off their new clothes and dragging me to
their bedroom for some much needed sex.
   I had them lie side-by-side on their bed with their legs apart and my
hands and mouth tickling and exploring everything that I had come to
appreciate in such a short amount of time.  It was difficult to work on one
long enough to give her a half decent orgasm before the other one begged
for more lingual abuse.  It took me three hours before I was able to give
both of them a poor representation of something that I could have done a
much better job of in less than half an hour, had I been able to
concentrate completely.
   It wasn't until I settled on a new position for all of us that I was
able to give them both what they truly wanted, undivided attention to each
of their pussies for as long as they wanted.
   I had Julie mount my dick with her glove tight pussy and had Amber-Lynn
sit right over my mouth facing away from Julie, her body draped over my
head as if I had purchased a life-sized mask of a little girl.  It felt so
good to fuck Julie that I almost unloaded into her sweet womb, certain to
make her the laughing stock of the town at twelve.  She seemed to be more
aware of my needs than I expected, pulling me out of her vagina and from
between her clenched cervical muscles, only to plunge me as far as I could
go into her sweet ass.  When her bum wiggled around on top of my hips, I
let go with enough force to lift her about six inches.  We were enjoying
ourselves so much, that we almost forgot about fixing dinner before Crissy
got home.
   Neither of my sex partners wanted to cover up their lovely naked bodies
as we fixed dinner, my hands coming into contact with soft naked flesh more
often than I care to admit.  When Julie squatted down in front of the sink
before me and worked me out of my pants, I knew I was in Heaven.  Without
any provocation or request, she began to give me a rather nice blowjob,
Amber-Lynn becoming impatient and wanting for me to do that same thing to
her.  Her little butt was on top of the counter next to the sink and my
face between her thighs while Julie bobbed up and down along the length of
my shaft, working me to absolute bliss.
   It took tremendous effort to keep from wanting to continue this in their
bedroom, but I was able to convince them that dinner had to be finished or
we'd ALL be in trouble.  As I was setting the table, Julie very creatively
worked her way between me and one of the chairs, certain to bend over far
enough so she would be in the perfect position to enter from behind. 
That's EXACTLY what I did!  I was in no position to resist such a wonderful
offer and pumped her with enough sperm to make FORTY babies.  Fortunately,
it went where it was harmlessly supposed to . . .  her ass!
   I don't know how they heard it, but they could tell their mom was
walking up long before I could, all I could see was a blur of pink naked
bodies as they flew past the kitchen and into the bathroom.  Once cleaned
up, they went into their bedroom and proceeded to put their clothes back on
before Crissy saw them as 'I' liked to . . .  in the nude.
   Dinner went superbly and my girls acted just as sweet and innocent as
any virginal princess might be able to.  I knew better!
   I stayed with them for another few weeks, until one of Crissy's long
lost 'friends' came calling.  He invited her out for an evening at the
local dance hall and I was asked to watch over the girls until her return.
What rotten luck!
   Crissy wasn't gone for more than thirty seconds when both little devils
stripped off their clothes and dragged me back into their bedroom.  While I
butt-fucked one, I tongued the other one, stimulating a series of wonderful
orgasms from each of them until they were lying in a mangled heap over me.
I don't know how many times we fucked, but it felt so good that I lost all
track of time.  When the sun came up with my dick still deep inside
Amber-Lynn's ass, I knew it couldn't get any better than this.
   Two days later, Crissy informed me that her suitor had asked her to
marry.  That's when I had a talk with my two little fuck partners about
what was going to be allowed from now on with their new daddy and what they
should watch out for.  Both of them were very adult about the whole thing,
able to comprehend what I was warning them about.  They promised me that
they wouldn't let their new daddy do ANY of the things that we had done,
unless their momma told them openly that it was okay.  That was fair,
wasn't it?
   That last morning together naked was very difficult for Julie and
Amber-Lynn, but especially for me.  I was once again about to lose not just
one but TWO perfect little minxes, fortunately both of them still alive and
relatively happy.  I say 'relatively' because they were crying the whole
time I was getting my pack ready for my hike through the forest.
   They both fucked me silly that morning, Julie begging me softly in my
ear to shoot my stuff deep inside her pussy, just so she could have
something to remember me by.  I was truly tempted, but knew better.
   Amber-Lynn even got into the act, coaxing me to bring her to womanhood
far sooner than she should have been.  Knowing she was far too young to get
pregnant, I unloaded into her tight cunny a number of times, Julie
perfectly jealous but quite aware of my reasons for not sharing such an
intimate adventure with her.  Tonguing her to multiple cums while I was
fucking her baby sister seemed to do the trick, the eleven year old wildly
thrashing about over my face as her seven year old sister bobbed up and
down over my naked hips.
   I felt a tremendous amount of guilt as I cleaned both of them up, more
so for Amber-Lynn than Julie, for I had just popped her cherry and filled
her tight vagina with more spunk than I should EVER have.  Even after I
washed them up inside and out, they both insisted I do it over and over
again, trying to convince me that I should stay in town for a few weeks and
months so I could help them get adjusted to having a real daddy for the
first time.
   The more they tried, the harder it was to leave.  I knew I had to, my
presence sure to disrupt a relatively normal existance after their mommy
got married.  The only way Julie would let me leave was if I would agree to
fucking her properly, my reluctance falling away like an autumn leaf in
November.  It took a lot of convincing, but I was able to do her little
sister first so I could render myself at least PARTIALLY safe, and then
thirty minutes of noisy monkey-sex with a preteen that ached for me to stay
so I could marry her when she turned sixteen.
   Faking an orgasm isn't something that I'd ever tried before, but it was
the only way I could get Julie to let me pull out of her and then get up. I
even took the extra step to wash her tight insides with a douche bottle so
she thought I had done what she asked.  It was so sexy to see the eleven
year old standing in their refurbished tub, legs splayed widely apart and a
smile on her face so wide, it must have hurt.
   Without a word of complaint after they had both been washed one last
time, I gently fondled, kissed and licked their cunnies and then dressed
them both as if 'I' was going to be their new daddy.  Once dressed and
ready for public scrutiny, we walked toward town and where her mom was
working in a much different capacity for Old Pete, her presence no longer
considered a threat or her face held down in shame.
   Thankfully, neither of my young lovers saw a small envelope sitting on
the kitchen counter before I left, a small bundle of crisp green bills
tucked inside with a note stating that Crissy was supposed to use the money
for her and her girls, an impromptu wedding present from a friendly
stranger.
   I bid them goodbye at the checkout stand in front of Old Pete, wanting
to make sure plenty of people saw me leave with them in someone else's
care, my right hand flapping in the breeze as I waved goodbye and walked
through the door.  I left the store with a few meager purchases wondering
if I did the right thing by not staying and developing a tender
relationship with the little cuties, even though Crissy was about to be
married.
   If I were an evil person, I would have been able to kidnap them and do
unspeakable things without any other person knowing what had transpired. 
After leaving town, I felt awful about being alone with them so many times.
If they weren't careful, they might come to harm some time in the near
future.  I hoped and prayed that they would be okay.
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