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   My Young Lover(s) Lisa - Part 4 Lisa, Angel and Forever.
   M27g9 MFg MFg+/MFg+ Cons, Rom, Pett, Extr Pedo, Oral, Pedo, Piv, 1st,
Inc, ScFi
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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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   On the tenth anniversary of her death, I went to Lisa's grave site by
myself and sat next to her marker, talking to her as if she was sitting
with me.  I babbled away for an hour, emptying my heart and soul.  It had
been three years since I had gone on my extended trip in the mountains, and
felt strong stirrings in my heart and stomach as I remembered both Julie
and Amber-Lynn.  Of course, as Angel had promised, I had no recollection of
her.
   " . . .  Lisa, I miss you so much.  I wish you could come back to me."
   "Was Lisa your girlfriend, Mister?"
   I turned sharply to my right, startled by the voice that I heard.  I had
to be dreaming!  There stood a little girl about eight or nine, dressed in
her Sunday best.  Short pink dress, white stockings and black shoes.  She
looked amazingly beautiful and I wanted to wrap my arms around her and hug
her for hours.  Just as I was about to fling my arms all the way around
her, I caught myself and stopped.  I froze as she looked at me and me at
her.  The clouds in my eyes lifted and I could tell it wasn't Lisa standing
before me.
   "Are you okay, Mister?"
   "Wha . . .  You . . .  Yes, I'm fine.  You just surprized me, that's
all."
   "Was Lisa your girlfriend?"
   "Yes she was and I miss her very, very much."
   The little gem looked down at Lisa's marker and read the inscription and
the dates.
   [To Our Angel Here On Earth] [October 10th, 1984, September 11th, 1993]
   "She died when she was just NINE?"
   "That's right."
   "And she was your GIRLFRIEND????"
   Her voice betrayed nothing about what that seemed to imply, my young
visitor smiled slightly, knowing that we must have had a VERY special
relationship.
   "Yes she was and her mommy and daddy miss her almost as much as I do."
   "I'm sorry she's not here for you Mister.  I know how it feels to lose
someone that means a lot too."
   That's when it hit me.  What was a little girl doing in a cemetery by
herself?  I looked up and turned almost completely around, looking for
anyone that might have brought her here.  That's when I noticed a very
young woman about thirty feet away, kneeling next to another marker and
talking to it just as I had been talking to where Lisa lay.  Her mother
couldn't have been more than twenty two or three, but that would have meant
that she had her daughter when she was only thirteen or fourteen.
   NO WAY!  I knew I couldn't tell womens' ages very well, so she HAD to be
older than that.
   "Is that your mommy over there?"
   "Uh-huh.  We came to visit my daddy.  He died two years ago today when
those two buildings in New York were knocked down by those bad men in the
airplanes."
   "I'm sorry you lost your daddy, little girl.  I know how much it hurts
to lose someone very special.  A lot of daddies and mommies were lost that
terrible day."
   "I REALLY miss my daddy, since he loved me just like you loved Lisa."
   "What do you mean, Honey?"
   "He used to tickle me and hug me and tell me how much he loved me ALL
the time."
   She stepped a little closer and squat down in front of me with her legs
spread ever so slightly, showing off her chubby stocking covered legs all
the way to her pretty white panties.  She must have done it without
realizing what she was showing me, since her plump little legs opened far
wider than they should have, granting me a view of something that I hadn't
been interested in since Amber-Lynn and Julie distracted me during my trek
through the mountains.
   Her elastic topped stockings hugged the top of her thighs like gorillas,
holding up the stockings she was wearing tightly in place against her legs.
Her white panties strained to keep her full vulva contained inside the soft
material and barely covered enough of the flesh of the child's labia, the
leg elastic straining to keep what little material was covering the front
of her pudendum inside.
   I must have been staring far too long, fascinated and mystified.  Lisa
looked so much like this that I fell into a trance for a moment, wishing
that it was Lisa that was squatting in front of me.  The little girl's
voice broke my concentration and brought me back out of my reverie.
   "Did Lisa look like me?"
   "PARDON?!?"
   "The way you were staring at me when you first saw me, it looked like
you must have been dreaming about Lisa.  Did she look like me?"
   "Kinda."
   I knew I just got caught with my hands in the cookie jar, remembering
feeling this way the first time I saw Lisa's panties.  It was magical.
   "Do you like my dress?"
   "Yes I do!  You look VERY pretty."
   "My daddy used to buy me and my mommy a lot of pretty clothes and
panties.  I wanted to wear something special for him when we came to visit
him today.  My mommy even let me sit where my daddy is sleeping.  She
thought it would make my daddy laugh if he knew I was sitting on his tummy
like I used to wearing nothing but my panties or even when I was nekked."
   I was getting a hardon, something that I hadn't done in a very long
time. This cute little girl was turning me on with her talk of special
gifts from her daddy, her panty covered bum coming into contact with his
marker and my view of her stocking covered legs and underwear covered
pussy.
   That's when I realized it would be a good idea to end this before
somebody got the idea that I might be thinking of doing something more than
just look at this little jewel.  I WANTED to do something, but felt a sharp
pain in my chest as if someone had stabbed me with an arrow from behind. 
It was a familiar sensation, as if I had been told once before to refrain
from having my way with a precious little girl that knew nothing of sex and
the ways of men.
   "Maybe it would be a good idea if you went back to where your mommy is,
Honey.  I don't think she would like it very much if she knew I was talking
to you all alone."
   "She doesn't mind and besides, my mommy wanted to talk to daddy alone
for a while too.  She told me to just walk around for a little while and
stay close by.  That's when I saw you sitting over here by yourself and I
thought you needed someone to talk to."
   "Aren't you afraid of talking to a strange man?"
   "You're not strange.  I can tell you're a NICE man, because you like
spending time with your little girlfriend more than chasing after other
little girls on the playground so you can look up their dresses or stuff
like that.  My mommy told me that bad men like to take little girls like me
away and pull their panties down and do naughty things with them and hurt
them.  I can tell you're not like that at all.  You wouldn't hurt me at
all, I know it."
   I felt a surge of electricity run through me, thinking that this little
girl felt comfortable enough with me to talk to me so openly and honestly
about what 'bad' men do to pretty little girls like her.  Although it was a
tempting thought, I would never be able to carry out any sort of evil act
with this cutie, or ANY cutie for that matter.
   "Still, you should be more careful who you talk to, since you may not be
able to tell right away what a man is thinking about.  A pretty girl like
you is very tempting for 'bad' men and if you're not careful, he could take
you away to do naughty stuff and hurt you.  That would make me feel
terrible and I would be very sad if anything happened to you."
   "What's your name, Mister?"
   "Mark.  What's yours?"
   "Roberta.  Roberta Elise."
   "That's a very pretty name, Roberta.  Do you have a nick name?"
   "Sometimes my daddy used to call me Bobbi and sometimes Lisa.  You can
call me Lisa if you want to, 'cause it's your little girlfriend's name. 
Would you like to call me Lisa, Mark?"
   Tears started to well up in my eyes and I felt a sudden emptiness in my
chest.  Before me was a little girl that was so absolutely precious and
somehow exuded sexy innocence, offering her name to me as if it was so much
candy for the taking.  After a few moments, I couldn't see anymore, huge
tears flooding my vision and falling down my cheeks like rain.
   "I'm sorry Mark.  I didn't mean to make you cry!"
   She stood up, leaned forward the final two feet and thrust her arms
around my neck, hugging me tightly and pushing the side of her face against
mine.  I could feel her stocking covered legs pushing into my body as she
thrust herself into me.
   I instinctively wrapped my arms around her, holding her tiny little body
tightly, lovingly, my left hand around her lower back and my right hugging
the back of her upper thighs.  I don't really know how long I held her, but
it was over far too soon.
   I pushed her back about two feet and she squat back down in front of me
as I knelt back down over Lisa's marker.  Her legs again opened just enough
for me to see the bright white fabric of her panties and the top of her
naked thighs, her white stockings struggling to stay firmly in place among
the delicate wonders of natural beauty.
   I wanted to continue to stare at her chubby legs, straight up her short
dress and look at Heaven in front of me, but knew I should refrain.  I felt
guilty looking at Roberta's panties as I knelt over my favorite little
girl's resting place and felt compelled to tell Roberta as soon as I could.
   "Rober . . .  I mean, Lisa.  You should be careful how you sit Honey,
because I can see all the way up your pretty dress.  Your white stockings
and panties are very pretty and normally I'd like to look at them all day,
but I don't think your or your mommy would like it at ALL!"
   She blushed a beautiful bright crimson and clamped her legs shut,
looking down at the ground in front of her and biting her bottom lip.  She
had no idea that she was giving me the best show I had seen in a long time,
right over my Lisa's grave.
   "You saw ALL of me under my dress?"
   "Well, to be honest, all I saw was a little bit of your panties and the
elastic part of your stockings that keep them up nice and tight.  They are
both very pretty and I'm sorry if I scared you.  I hope you're not mad at
me for looking or telling you that I could see them."
   "Well . . .  not really.  It kind of makes me feel all tingly inside to
know you could see my panties, but I'm glad you told me, 'cause it means
you really ARE a nice man after all.  There's a teacher at my school that
likes to look up girls' dresses and all the girls know he does it all the
time.  We told our mommies about it and we tricked him by wearing shorts
under our dresses so he couldn't see our panties anymore.  His face looked
so funny when we all pulled our dresses up at the same time in class and
showed him that he wasn't going to be able to see our panties ever again."
   "I bet you made him feel really silly, didn't you?"
   "Yeah!  We laughed and pointed at him and he got real red and left the
room for a long time.  When he came back, we all had our dresses pulled up
to our waists under our desks, and all he could see was our shorts.  He
stopped looking after that."
   "GOOD FOR YOU!  You sure showed him, didn't you?"
   "We sure did!"
   Even though I was applauding the little tyke for putting the jerk in his
place for being obvious, I still wanted to look up HER dress and see the
soft white material that covered her tender body.  I was torn between what
was correct and decent and what my hormones desperately needed.  Then my
heart (and woody) jumped as she did a complete reversal.
   "Did you REALLY think my panties and stockings were pretty?"
   "Yes I did, but you were right to close your legs and keep me from
looking up your dress.  It's not proper for a pretty little girl to show a
strange man her underpants."
   "Mark!  I told you, you're NOT strange!  I think you're nice.  You just
kinda scared me a little when you told me you could see my panties.  It
made me feel like Mr.  Carter was looking and I don't like for him to see
up my dress at all.  He's dirty!"
   "You're very smart to keep him from looking and you should always be
careful, because even if you aren't aware of it, someone might be able to
see your underpants, or even something else without your permission."
   "Something else?  Like what?  You mean my stockings?"
   "No, not exactly.  Under the right conditions, it might be possible to
see inside your underwear even if you think you're all covered up.  You
see, depending on what kind of material your panties are made of, it may be
possible to see your . . .  soft skin . . .  inside.  You know!"
   Her voice got extremely soft as she leaned forward and whispered to me.
   "You mean my trickle, don't you Mark?"
   "Um-hmmm.  Now I think we better stop talking about that, okay?  You
know how to be more careful now and I shouldn't be talking to you about
this kind of stuff anyway."
   Roberta put her hand over her mouth to suppress a giggle and looked
right into my eyes, certain in the knowledge that we had just shared
something that only special people did.  She then opened her legs slightly
and let me see enough of her stockings to keep my interest.
   "Did you ever see Lisa's panties, Mark?"
   "You shouldn't ask questions like that, Honey.  If someone found out
that I told you about what Lisa used to show me and the fact that I was
looking up YOUR dress, I would get into lots of trouble and the police
would take me away.  I've done the right thing by telling you NOT to do
that and how to act more like a little lady by keeping your underwear
covered.  Asking me that kind of question is very dangerous and could lead
to me being in lots of trouble.  Do you understand Roberta?"
   "Don't call me ROBERTA!  Call me LISA!"
   She clamped her hand back over her mouth, aware that she had spoken
quite loud.  I wasn't sure if she was embarrassed because she knew she was
in a cemetery, or if she might have been heard by her mother, still talking
softly to her deceased husband's marker.
   "Okay Lisa.  I'm sorry, but a man can get into lots of trouble if anyone
thinks he's been naughty by looking up a little girl's dress.  You do
remember how it felt when you caught Mr.  Carter looking, don't you?"
   Her head bobbed up and down, remembering the unpleasant sensation and
gently acknowledged her understanding.
   "That's what a man feels like when he gets caught peeking when he's not
supposed to.  Even though he might WANT to look, he shouldn't."
   She was a lot more savvy than I thought.
   "Mark, I promise I won't tell anyone that YOU could see my panties, as
long as you don't tell my mommy that I let you see them.  Besides, it felt
a little funny when you told me you could see them . . .  kind of like a
tingle feeling inside my tummy.  Is that naughty?"
   "NO!  Of course not!  But you should be very careful who you let see
them since not all boys and men understand that just looking might be okay
if the girl lets them see, but doing more than that may NOT be allowed."
   "You mean, if I wanted to, I could let you see them again?"
   "Of course!  But only if you wanted to and you promised not to tell
anyone like your mommy, or your best friend, or your teacher, or the
police. You're able to do whatever you want, as long as you don't make a
boy or man think that they can do whatever THEY want.  If they start to get
ideas that you don't care what they see or do, they might want to see more
than they're supposed to and pull your panties down and then they would
hurt you just so they can see more and maybe even DO more."
   "You mean like, rape me or something?"
   "EXACTLY!  That's why you need to be VERY careful and not show off your
panties to ANYBODY."
   "But what if I WANTED to show someone . . .  someone special?"
   She opened her legs a little more and I could again see the fullness of
her plump twat being constrained by the flimsy white material.  Her labia
looked so inviting that I wanted to tell her anything just so I could shove
my hands and face between her legs and tickle her with my tongue.
   "Well, under the right circumstances, you could do that.  But you need
to be careful who might see you, since if someone else saw what you were
doing, they would tell your mommy or the police and then YOU would be in
trouble!  Do you understand, Honey?"
   "Uh-huh!  Thanks Mark.  I really appreciate you telling me stuff like
this 'cause, since my daddy died, I don't have a nice man to tell me things
like this.  I know it might sound kinda weird, but it's easier for me to
talk to you about this stuff than my mommy.  She gets all crazy when we
talk about me growing up and sex and stuff."
   "Well, remember Lisa.  You ALSO need to be careful who you talk to about
sex and things like that, since there are boys and men that might lose
their self control if a very pretty little girl likes to talk to them about
her pretty panties and sex.  It makes a man feel very excited when he talks
to a beautiful little girl about her body and her panties.  You should be
very selective who you talk to about stuff like that, okay?"
   "Mark, I really like you.  You don't treat me like a stupid little kid
who doesn't know anything.  You make me feel all special and grownup.  I
wish we could be friends, 'cause I really like you a lot."
   "I like you a lot too, Lisa.  And I would be very pleased to be your
friend, IF your mommy says it's okay, or course!"
   Just as I finished speaking, her mother walked up to where we were,
still wiping tears from her eyes and knelt down beside Roberta.
   "Have you made a new friend Roberta?"
   "Yeah, Mommy.  This is Mark.  He came to visit his little girlfriend
like you and me were visiting Daddy.  That's her place right here and her
name is also Lisa, like Daddy used to call me, remember.  Mark likes Lisa
better than Roberta, so I want to be called Lisa from now on."
   Her mother looked at me with more than a little suspicion, knowing that
someone as young and impressionable as her daughter might be taken in
easily by a clever pervert or pedophile who wanted to have his way with
such a pretty and willing child.
   Roberta pointed to the marker next to me, her mother reading our tribute
to my Lisa and her birth and death dates.  Her eyes widened slightly as she
calculated how old my 'little girlfriend' was and looked up to my face. 
She smiled at me and then turned to Roberta.
   "She must have been a very special and deeply loved little girl, huh
Robehhh . . .  I mean, Lisa."
   "Mark misses her a WHOLE bunch, kind of like you and me miss Daddy. 
When I first saw Mark talking to his girlfriend, he was crying like you
were crying for Daddy.  I felt really bad for him and wanted to try to make
him feel better, so I came to talk to him for a little while.  When we were
talking, I accidentally let Mark look up my dress and he saw my panties and
he told me that I needed to be more careful, 'cause there are lots of bad
men out there that might do bad things to me if I let them see my panties
and stuff.  Mark has been so nice 'cause he told me to be careful and not
let boys or men look up my dress.  They might get the wrong idea about me
and want me to show them more and then do stuff to me that I didn't like.
He told me that if they tried to do bad stuff that I should tell you or my
teachers or the police."
   I could tell this short explanation was adequate to persuade her mother
that I really didn't have any disgusting ideas about Roberta . . .  YET.
   "Well, Honey, Mark is right to warn you about boys and men like that. 
There are a lot of naughty people out there that would take advantage of a
little girl like you if they could."
   "But Mommy, I know that Mark wouldn't do that, 'cause he's a NICE man
and tells me all about stuff that I should look out for.  Nobody ever
talked to me like that except Daddy.  I miss him so much, Mommy.  I wish he
didn't have to die."
   "Me too, Robehh . . .  Lisa.  Me too!"
   "Mommy, can Mark be my friend?  He's nice and tells me things that I
need to know, like how to not let boys and men look up my dress.  Mr. 
Carter never was nice like that, do you remember?  He used to try to look
up ALL of the girls' dresses at school and look at their panties until we
tricked him.  Mark wouldn't do that, Mommy.  He's nice!  Really."
   Hearing her tell her mother that I wouldn't look up her dress made me
feel ashamed, since I HAD looked up her dress.  I felt compelled to come
clean and be honest.  I didn't want to, since I'd rather be able to see her
panties more often once I gained her trust and if I rebuked her now, any
opportunity I might have would be dashed.
   "Lisa, remember what I told you earlier?  I told you that I DID see up
your dress.  That's why I warned you about sitting in front of me with your
legs apart and letting me see your panties.  You need to be honest with
your mommy, okay?"
   "Okay.  Thanks Mark."
   My direct confession finally convinced her mother that my intentions
were genuine and that I could be trusted by her as much as her daughter
had.
   "Well, well, Lisa.  It looks like you've made a new friend.  I just hope
he doesn't mind if I tag along with you while you visit with him this
afternoon.  By the way Mark, my name is Stephanie.  You can call me Stephy
or Steff."
   "Thank you Steff.  I appreciate your being patient with me.  I told Lisa
that she should be much more careful, since there are lots of boys and men
that would very quickly take advantage of her if she wasn't careful.  I
didn't want to scare her or frighten her into not having any friends, or to
NOT trust an adult if she needed to talk to one, but she is such a
beautiful young lady that it would be very easy for a pervert to want to
steal her away and do horrible things to her."
   "The fact that you took the time to help her understand how she should
sit makes me feel better.  It's really hard to make her understand how
vulnerable she can be sometimes and even harder to keep her from being the
target of some creep or pervert."
   I felt much more comfortable having extricated myself from what could
have been a very dangerous situation.  That's when Stephanie provided a
little more information about my newest little friend.
   "It's hard for Lisa to understand just how much trouble she can get into
if she talks to the wrong person, and I frequently need to remind her to
refrain from making a new friend too quickly.  I almost lost her a little
over three years ago when she was struck by a careless driver near her
school and had to stay in the hospital for a while.  She doesn't remember
all the details, but she actually died for a minute or so, but was given
back to me and her daddy for a little while longer.  I'd hate for anything
to happen to her again.  I don't think I could lose her again like I lost
my husband.  She's all I have left and would just crumble if I lost her
too."
   A deep seated memory faded in and out of my mind, a recollection about
something that had happened in the mountains while I went hiking.  I
couldn't pin it down, but knew there was something quite familiar about the
little angel sitting in front of me.  Without adequate confirmation, I'd
just have to pass it off as deja vu and forget it.
   Steff and Lisa chatted for a few minutes longer, sharing small bits of
personal information until they both seemed quite relaxed.
   Now that I felt better about what had just happened, it was time to exit
stage left and go home.
   "Ladies, it's been fun talking to you, but I'm sure you have better
things to do that to talk about Lisa's panties in the cemetery, to some
strange man you never met before."
   "Mark, I told you, YOU'RE NOT STRANGE!"
   "That's sweet of you to say, Lisa.  But I think your mommy knows what I
mean."
   "That's right Lisa.  Mark just doesn't want you to get the idea that you
can talk to just ANYBODY about special stuff, that's all."
   "Thank you Steff.  I hope you two will be able to find happiness soon. I
know I've been looking for it for the last ten years.  The only time I got
close is when I went on a long hike in the mountains.  I wish I could tell
you why I felt so good about that wonderful journey, but really can't put
it into words.  Try to have a nice day.  Goodbye!"
   Lisa looked deep into my eyes and smiled, a very knowing look on her
face.  I wished I could have read her expression, but passed it off as the
innocent desire for a little girl to have a new friend.
   I stood up, shook their hands and began to make my way back to my car. I
didn't get more than ten feet away when Steff stopped me.
   "Uh, Mark?"
   I halted my progress, turned around and looked back at them.
   "Yes?"
   "I hate to impose on you like this since we just met, but can we ask for
a ride?  I hate taking the bus from this side of town.  There are so many
creepy weirdos looking at Lisa and me on the bus that I feel so uneasy, I'm
afraid that one of them might try something."
   "SURE!  I'd be happy to give you a ride, but are you sure that 'I' can
be trusted?  After all, I did admit to both Lisa and you that I took some
liberties that I shouldn't have."
   "For a man to openly admit something like that proves just how decent he
really is, rather than perverted.  I know you must have liked looking up
her dress, but at least you had the decency to tell her to close her legs
and teach her a valuable lesson.  Besides, if you didn't want to look up
her dress, I think I might worry about any little BOYS that you might see
wandering around!"
   "GREAT!  Now instead of being a pervert by looking up HER dress, now I'm
a pervert for wanting little BOYS!"
   I winked at Steff to make sure she realized I was just kidding and she
smiled back at me somewhat more relaxed.
   "Mommy can we really get a ride with Mark?  That'd be really neat!"
   "Well, now that he says it's okay, we need to be very nice to him and
act like ladies so he doesn't think we're going to kidnap him and make him
do stuff HE doesn't want to.  After all, maybe he should worry about US
now, instead of us worrying about HIM."
   Lisa looked a little confused, uncertain if what her mother was telling
her could possibly be true.  How could THEY make me do anything that I
didn't want to?  I thought I might play along for a minute, just to see how
far this little mental foreplay would go on.
   "Oh my gosh, you're right Steff.  You might try to kidnap ME and then
make me do things that 'I' didn't want to do.  You might even MAKE me look
up Lisa's dress again.  That would be so embarrassing!"
   Lisa was finally aware of what we were talking about and didn't like it
one little bit!
   "NO MOMMY!  DON'T SAY STUFF LIKE THAT!  Mark's a NICE man.  You wouldn't
hurt him really, would you?"
   "No, of course not silly.  Mark and I were just playing, that's all."
   Lisa looked so distressed that I knelt down in front of her and wrapped
my arms around her so I could comfort her damaged image of what might
happen to me.
   "It's okay Lisa, Honey.  Your mommy and I were just teasing.  She really
didn't mean to scare you like that.  She wouldn't ever want to hurt me. 
She just wanted to see if you understood that boys could be hurt too."
   Her little arms gripped tightly around my neck as I gently held her
body. I hadn't held a little girl like this in a VERY long time, a little
over three years to be exact and I was beginning to want to KEEP holding
her.
   "Steff, would you mind if I carried Lisa as we walked to the car?  I
haven't held a pretty little girl in a very long time and I really would
like to right now."
   "Sure Mark.  That's okay with me.  What about you, Lisa?  Would you like
for Mark to carry you to the car like your daddy used to?"
   "Uh-huh!"
   I wrapped my left arm around her lower back and cupped my right hand
under her bum, picking her up in one quick sweep of my arms.  She let out a
squeal of surprise and joy as her body was lifted from the Earth.  Once I
got her settled into my arms, we started toward my car.
   "Would you mind talking about your little girlfriend, Mark?"
   "No."
   "How did she die?  What happened?"
   "Ever since she was a little girl, she had medical problems and she
eventually succumbed to cancer when she was nine.  It was a horrible way
for her to live and eventually die, but I tried as hard as I could to make
her feel as comfortable and loved as I possibly could.  I met her when she
was five and I was thirteen, and I took care of her until the day she died.
I spent so much time with her that I practically lived at her house.  I
would ride my bike to her house after school . . .  "
   I told them all the details I could remember about our relationship, but
conveniently left out the parts where I dipped my fingers and hands into
and then pulled her panties down every chance I could get.  I did tell them
about her sitting on my lap while I did my homework and I could tell Steff
had a pretty good idea of just how comfortable I had gotten with the little
girl's body.  I think she somehow appreciated how trusting Lisa's mom and
dad were with me, knowing that giving her a bath every day and sleeping
with her every once in a while would lead to an occassional lurid caress or
fondle.
   "You spent so much time with her everyday, you must have developed quite
a relationship with her?"
   "I loved her with all my heart and wanted to marry her someday if I
could.  Her parents promised me that if she lived until her sixteenth
birthday, they would let us get married and live in their house until she
died.  She never made it past her nineth birthday and it hurt me deeply for
many years.  I haven't dated or even TRIED to find anyone else, since Lisa
could never be replaced in my heart.  That is until YOUR Lisa came along. I
think I may have fallen in love with her already."
   Roberta smiled at her mother brightly as she heard my interest in her.
She was about to join into our conversation when we arrived at my car.
   "Okay squirt.  Time to hit the ground so you can get in my car."
   "Mark, you're silly."
   "Lisa, you're pretty and so is your mommy.  How's that?"
   Steff was a little taken aback, surprised that I would compliment her so
quickly.  Just as I set Lisa's feet on the ground, my hands lifted the back
of her dress as I pulled them up and away.  I gently caressing the top of
her elastic topped stockings and then her panty covered bum as I moved my
hands upward.  Before I leaned back, I leaned into her face and gave her a
quick peck on the lips.
   "GOTCHA!"
   Lisa smiled coyly at me, then looked at Steff and back at me.
   "I like you Mark.  You're fun to be with.  You can kiss me again if you
want to."
   I lost complete control of my mouth, hearing words that didn't seem to
be proper and respectful.
   "Thank you Lisa, but you better watch out!  If you're not careful, I
might fall in love with you for real and then I'd have my little girlfriend
Lisa all over again.  And this time, I'd also have her mommy too.  I might
try to run away with you and your mommy and we might just live happily ever
after."
   My little flirt then shocked the heck out of me by slamming the 'ball'
back in my court.
   "Mommy, can I be Mark's little girlfriend, please?  You can be his BIG
girlfriend if you want to.  I wouldn't mind."
   As soon as the words hit my ears, I felt a lump in my throat and tears
form in my eyes.  I so desperately missed my first Lisa.  It had been so
many years since I had seen her and held her body to mine, that I was
becoming desperate for affection, of ANY kind!  Just as before, I was
filled with emotions that I couldn't control, huge salty drops falling down
my cheeks.
   "Oh, Mark.  I didn't mean to make you cry again, honest!"
   Roberta pulled on my hands and made me squat down in front of her and
her mother, wrapping her tiny arms once again around my neck and pressing
her little chubby body against mine.  At that very moment, I wanted to push
my hands up her dress and into her panties, but resisted what would
certainly be the most profane and illicit act committed in years.
   I just held her soft form against my chest as tears streamed down my
face, my left hand holding her back and my right hand under her dress
slightly, resting against the upper part of her stockings.  I could feel
the soft transition between her stockings and her warm skin against my
hands and I was filled with pangs of lust and sexual hunger.  My body
craved the feel of a little girl's soft bum against my palms and I could
tell it wouldn't be hard to travel the mere inch or two necessary to reveal
how it felt once again.
   Steff's tears started to well up in her eyes as well, so I decided to
take a chance and hug her too.  I picked Roberta up and wrapped as much of
my left arm around Steff as I could, Roberta between us.  Steff felt
compelled to join in the hug-fest within milliseconds of my actions and
wrapped her hands around my waist and pulled her body into Roberta's back.
   As I held Roberta's bum with my right hand, I could feel Steff's hips
against the back of my hand and I sprouted a woody instantly.  I wasn't
sure at the moment, but I thought that I could feel Steff push against my
hand and shift her body back and forth, caressing the back of my hand with
the front of her abdomen.  We stood there and softly wept for about two
minutes, holding and rocking back and forth.
   Steff and I both recovered at about the same instant, pulling back and
looking into each other's eyes with a passion that neither of us had
expected or anticipated.  I wanted to kiss her, but was ashamed for my
lusty impulse and looked away.  We separated our bodies and I helped both
of them into my old Honda Civic.
   As I sat Roberta down on the back seat, I was tempted to pull the back
of her dress up behind her so I could see more of her legs and maybe even
her panties in my rear view mirror.  I had to fight the urge to take
advantage of such a young child and finished attending to her by buckling
her seat belt.  If I had been more creative, I could have used the lower
portion of her lap belt to cause her dress to slide up her legs as I drew
it up and attached the buckle to it's mated clasp.  Maybe later.
   I backed out from the rear of the passenger compartment and then tended
to Steff.  I opened her door like a true gentleman and helped her in,
making sure to stare at her legs as much as possible so I could catch
slight of anything white and wonderful under her skirt, should it be
presented.  For the briefest of moments, I DID catch sight of something
pretty, but it wasn't white.  More like sheer and black!  I wasn't sure,
but I thought I could make out what looked like a vertical smile, peeking
back out at me as she swung her legs onto the front seat.
   After stealing the glance up her skirt, I looked up at her face and saw
what looked like embarrassed appreciation.  Steff looked a little scared as
her eyes met mine, a crooked smile formed on her lips as she blushed,
telling me volumes.  I would have to make sure to spend as much time
looking up HER skirt as I did her daughter's.
   I stepped back, closed the door and made my way around to the driver's
door.  Once in and buckled, I announced my intentions.
   "Okay ladies.  Now that you're mine for the rest of the day, what say we
get something to eat and then go see a movie or go to the park?"
   A chorus of "YEAH!" filled the tiny car, as we left the cemetery.
   Without realizing it, Roberta kept working her dress higher and higher
as she squirmed and turned behind Steff and I, looking around at all the
sights as they flew past.  I then developed a quick plan to get her to look
at something just as it was going by, so she had to turn around more
severely and splay her chubby legs wider as she twisted around to see what
I was drawing her attention to.  By the time we had travelled five blocks,
the lower hem of her dress was almost up to her waist, the elastic tops of
her white stockings clearly visible and her panties coming into view.  By
the time we arrived at the Italian restaurant that I had chosen (because of
the wide and deep "U"-shaped booths with bench seats that they had), I was
able to clearly see a good portion of Roberta's panties as she did her
little lap dance on my back seat.
   Just as the car stopped, Steff turned around to look at Roberta and
noticed how high her dress was raised up her thighs, clearly showing off
her pretty white panties and stockings to me in my rear view mirror. 
Strangely, the young mother did absolutely nothing to stop the young
showoff from revealing far more to me than she should have.  As I stepped
out and around to the passenger side of the car so I could help them both
out, I expected Steff to either tell Roberta to lower her dress or to frown
at me for looking so hard.
   Imagine my surprise when Steff just smiled at me as she stepped out and
pinched my tummy as she stood up, whispering "Naughty boy!".  I got the
message instantly and knew that I had been caught, so I had to make good on
my naughty deed.  As I began to lean into the car to unbuckle Roberta, I
confessed my crime.
   "Lisa, remember how I told you that you needed to watch out for somebody
trying to look up your dress all the time?"
   "Yeah?"
   She looked down at her lap and realized just how far up her dress was.
She tugged it down immediately and blushed once again.
   "You didn't know what I was doing, did you?"
   "What do you mean, Mark?"
   As I helped my new little angel out of the back seat, I revealed to her
just how I had caused her dress to work it's way up her legs without her
knowledge or permission.
   "Every time I told you to look at something go by the car, you turned to
look, didn't you?"
   "Uh-huh."
   "When you did, you opened and shifted your legs and let me see up your
dress until finally, your dress was almost up to your hips.  I wasn't
trying to be mean, but I was able to get you to help me look up your dress
without your even knowing about it.  That's the kind of thing that bad boys
and men can do and you'd never even be aware of it until it was too late."
   Steff chimed in, not wanting to make Roberta feel any worse about what
happened.
   "Don't feel too bad Babydoll.  Mark got a peek up MY dress too when I
got in his car.  He knows exactly when and where to look to see a pretty
pair of panties."
   "I guess you both need to be more careful now, don't you?  It's obvious
that a pervert like me can't be trusted to keep his eyes away from your
pretty legs and from staring up your dresses and skirts."
   "Well Mark, if that's the WORST that you'll be doing today, then I guess
we can put up with your naughty little habits, can't we Lisa?  Besides,
it's kind of neat to know that you'd be interested in peeking anyway.  It
makes me feel like a junior high school teenager all over again."
   "Well, if I do anything that DOES offend you, please tell me, because
it's been a very long time since I felt this excited and aroused.  I just
hope I don't frighten either of you by pushing my luck and making you feel
as though I have demeaned or disrespected you by sneaking a few peaks here
and there."
   We made our way into the restaurant and before we got the hostesses
attention, I asked a critical, if only slightly revealing question.
   "Would you two feel more comfortable sitting at a table or can we sit in
a booth?"
   "BOOTH!"
   Steff's mood was obvious and uninhibited.
   After the pretty restaurant hostess finally arrived, I slipped her a
twenty as I gave her my name and asked for a 'quiet' booth way in the back.
She smiled and directed us to one that I used to sit at when I wanted to be
all by myself and undisturbed, wallowing in my misery over the loss of my
first Lisa.  This time, I would be trying to take advantage of a little
girl and her mother, AT THE SAME TIME!
   I directed Steff to slide in first, so I could tell just how anxious she
was at permitting me to press my luck.  I didn't make any outward attempts
to look up her skirt while she slid along the seat, but wanted to
desperately.  She slid all the way to the back of the seat, smiling at me
lustfully.  I then set Roberta's feet on the seat and waited to see where
she wanted ME to sit.
   "Mark, could you sit between us, please?"
   PERFECT!
   As I began to slide toward Steff, Roberta stepped over my legs as I slid
under her, providing me with yet another brief view of her panties as she
lifted each foot high enough to allow my legs to pass under her feet.  I
also got to take in the warmth and aroma of a little girl in the middle of
sexual discovery, her essence captured by my nose only briefly.
   Once I was sitting close to Steff at the base of the "U", I waited to
see if she would want to sit as close to me as I did to her.  When I
stopped moving toward her, she closed the gap between us by sliding very
casually toward me until her left leg was almost over the top of my right.
   "Mommy, can I sit on Mark's lap until the food comes?"
   "If it's okay with Mark, I don't mind.  What do you think, Mark?"
   "I think I'd like that very much, thank you."
   Roberta stepped over my legs once more facing me which allowed me to
capture ANOTHER gentle whiff of her little girl perfume, eminating from
inside her highly aromatic white panties.  I wanted to thrust my head up
her dress and between her legs immediately, so I could enjoy a hairless
clam appetizer before the menus arrived.
   Roberta wiggled her way onto my lap, pressing her bum erotically and
quite innocently against my throbbing woody, pulling the back of her dress
out from under her until her panty covered bum was directly over my thighs.
I tried to imagine what her pretty bum looked like barely covered by the
soft white panties as her tender fanny was pressed hard against my legs, my
mind almost able to envision her sitting on my lap in nothing more than her
underpants.
   Once she was settled, I rested my right hand on top of Steff's left knee
and my left hand up against Roberta's bum but didn't squeeze either of the
girl's flesh, leaving my hands where they were until I was sure they would
both accept my initial advance.
   We carried on our conversation until our salad and breadsticks arrived.
That's when Roberta reluctantly got up off my lap and sat opposite her
mother on my left side.  Her right knee was pressing against my left thigh,
near my knee, her legs blocked from Steff's view by the table and vice
versa.
   I had a few bites of salad and bread, but as soon as I could, I put my
hands on my knees, very close to theirs, now hidden from view by the table
and tablecloth.  Every once in a while, I could feel each of their legs
with the backs of my fingers as I casually moved my hands along the front
edge of my knees.  I wanted to extend my fingers further and caress their
stocking covered limbs more thoroughly, but knew it would not be permitted.
   Our meal seemed to last for days, each of us nervous and anxious about
different things.  Me, wanting to touch their soft legs throughout the
entire meal and them, unsure if what they were feeling about me was
acceptable after having visited their lost partner and daddy.  Both of the
girls were slightly unhinged because they seemed to like me, but felt a
little uneasy with my familiar manners and constant need for visual
entertainment after having just met.
   I kept my hands away from their legs for the remainder of our meal and
after I paid the check, we made our way back out of the restaurant, Lisa
holding my left hand and Steff holding my right arm.
   We didn't say very much after we got up from the table and I felt more
than a little uncomfortable.  I needed to know they were not mad a me for
gently caressing their legs with the tips of my fingers but wasn't sure how
to go about asking for confirmation.  I knew they were aware of my brazen,
if not barely subtle actions and was afraid to admit to what I had done, or
wanted to do.
   After helping Lisa into the back seat and buckling her in, sneaking a
quick look up under her dress of course, I stepped out and was about to
help Steff be seated as well when she stepped in front of me.  After I
opened her door, we stood for a second face to face and looked deeply into
each other's eyes, both of us wondering if our own thoughts were being
exchanged or solely for our own enjoyment.
   Without any prompting, we both tentatively leaned forward and kissed
softly, nothing more than a gentle exchange of loving affection and timid
labial and lingual need shared for a few seconds.  It didn't last very long
nor was it extremely passionate, but I could tell by her expression that
she enjoyed our first kiss and may have wanted me to push it to the outer
envelope of sexual acceptance in public.  I know 'I' certainly enjoyed it!
   After I got in and started down the road, no particular place to go, I
felt Steff put her left hand on top of my right as I shifted from fourth to
fifth gear, her action either an attempt to get me to try something a bit
more daring, or nothing more than a casual exclamation of deep friendship.
While she slowly gripped my hand over the shifter, I glanced over and saw
her smiling back at me, knowing that we had just developed a loving
relationship after having only spent a few hours together.
   My insides were tumbling around like a pair of sneakers in a dryer-drum
and I needed to test the waters a little while I played a little verbal
game with Steff.
   "Do you like the house to be cool or hot?"
   Without any hesitation, she answered, keeping her eyes toward me.
   "Cool.  I hate the heat except when I'm sunbathing."
   "Where do you squeeze the toothpaste tube?"
   "The bottom.  I hate seeing the tube all mangled and uneven."
   "Do you prefer to sleep closer to the bathroom or the window?"
   "Bathroom."
   "Pajamas, undies or nothing?"
   "Undies."
   "Do you wear lots of clothes at home, or like to wear very little?"
   "Depends."
   "ON?"
   "Who's around to see."
   "With your favorite man?"
   "Very little or nothing."
   "Tactile or reluctant?"
   "Tactile.  VERY tactile."
   "Long and slow, or fast and furious?"
   "Long and slow and often.  VERY often!"
   Her hand was squeezing me tighter with every answer and I could tell she
was getting just as excited as I was.  Lisa was becoming impatient with our
game and decided to intercede.
   "Okay you two, stop flirting up there.  It's getting to sound like a
soap opera in the front seat of a small car."
   Steff and I chuckled at her comment and we discontinued our verbal
foreplay.  Steff also decided to relinquish her grip of my hand and put
both together onto her lap.  I tried to act as innocent and clueless as I
could and decided to reveal the depth of my interest in keeping both of
them with me.
   "Ladies, I really don't have any idea where I'm going.  I just started
driving and don't have a particular place I need to be today.  Where would
you like to go?"
   Lisa offered an interesting suggestion.
   "Could we go see your house?"
   "How did you know I had a house, Honey?  I could have lived in an
apartment or condo."
   "I could tell.  You just look like a 'house' kind of guy."
   "Then, I guess you'll be REALLY happy to know that I have my own
swimming pool, huh Lisa?"
   "YOU HAVE A POOL?"
   "Yup!  It's a covered heated pool and I go swimming all the time."
   "Mommy?  Can we go swimming in Mark's pool, please?  PRETTY PLEASE?"
   "Slow down there, Roberrr . . .  LISA!  We don't have swim suits with us
and I'm not sure I want Mark to see us swim in the buff just yet."
   Subtle hints aside, it was time to be bold.
   "I WOULDN'T MIND!"
   "I'll bet you wouldn't, Mark!"
   Steff looked at me with a fairly serious scowl, making me feel as though
I might have spoiled any chance to establish a relationship with either of
them.  Time to fix that!
   "Sorry Steff.  It seems I'm letting my heart get carried away far too
quickly than I should have.  I know better than that and won't offend you
any further."
   It might have done more good than I expected, Steff blushing and looking
down at her lap.  It might have been far too quick a turnaround in
demeanor, but after seeing her response to my last statement, I thought it
might be interesting to see how she'd react to a bit more bold statement.
   "How about if we stopped off at one of the local malls on the way and
found a couple of swimsuits for you two that would fit in all the right
places, my treat?"
   "MOMMY?  COULD WE, PLEASE?"
   "You're very kind to offer, Mark, but I don't think it would be such a
good idea just yet."
   "I understand.  I keep forgetting that we just met a few hours ago.  It
seems like I've known you both for a long time.  I don't blame you for
feeling apprehensive about going to my house alone and be with me in my
pool."
   "It's not that I don't trust you yet, Mark.  I just feel a little uneasy
about accepting gifts from you after having just met.  I wouldn't want you
to get the idea that I wanted something that YOU weren't ready to provide."
   "Like what?"
   "Well . . .  companionship . . .  a relationship.  That sort of thing."
   "I'd be honored to be your companion, Steff.  And as far as a
RELATIONSHIP, I was under the impression that we were already IN one.  We
ARE friends, aren't we?"
   "We ARE Mark's friends, aren't we Mommy?"
   "Sure, Lisa.  The kind of friends that would love to go swimming this
afternoon, right?"
   Lisa looked a little disappointed, aware that her desire to go swimming
was so obvious and blatant that even her mommy could see it.
   "I'm sorry Mommy.  It would be kinda nice to go swimming and I guess I
just got excited about going to Mark's house and jump in his pool.  I won't
ask anymore."
   Lisa was good at using reverse psychology on her mom and it was working!
She sat very quietly in the back seat, looking toward her mom and
occasionally sneaking peeks at me in the rearview mirror.  The lengthy
silence was beginning to take its toll, Steff slowly reconsidering her last
position.  When she spoke, both Roberta and I waited with piqued
anticipation.
   "You really wouldn't mind waiting for us as we tried on swim suits?"
   "Of course not!  I offered to buy you both a swimsuit, didn't I?"
   "I could pay you back when I got my next paycheck."
   "Steff, that's not necessary.  It would be a treat to have you both
splashing around in my pool in new swimsuits.  I've never had anyone else
in my pool since I moved in."
   "How long have you lived there?"
   "A couple of years.  The prime reason for me buying the place WAS the
pool.  I love to spend hour after hour soaking my toes and tired body in
the warm water."
   "Lisa?  You'd really like to go swimming today?"
   Her excitement could barely be contained.
   "YEAH!"
   "Well . . .  okay."
   "Yippee!"
   Lisa was very happy too!
   We tried three shops before they were both happy with the size, color
and selection of any skimpy outfits, most of them nothing more than a few
pieces of colored string and a patch or two of fabric.  In other words,
FUCKING PERFECT!
   Now in the fourth shop, I was being asked for MY opinion, like a man
could constructively and objectively provide an opinion about a piece of
clothing (if it could be called that) with barely enough material to create
a full roll of dental floss.  Still, I was being asked to provide some
verbal response regarding the fit and color of a few of their new
selections, so I guess, why not?  After the first set was picked up off the
racks, I was permitted to view each of their suits and make a few
supportive comments before they tried them on.
   After the third set was pulled off the rack and taken behind the
curtain, they both stepped out of the dressing room wearing one of their
final two preferences, asking me for my unbiased opinions.  It was
difficult for me to contain my excitement as they both modelled their
incredibly tiny and thin swimsuits for me.  The fact that Steff encouraged
me to make any comments at all regarding what her daughter wore took my
breath away.
   Lisa's one piece bright neon orange suit fit her perfectly, her plump
pudendum pushing forward erotically, the fabric elegantly being nibbled
between her labia as it disappeared between her legs.  Her pussy mound
pushed forward and looked like a puffier version of my first Lisa's cunny.
The fit around her thighs was incredibly generous, only a scant area of her
body covered by a thin line of fabric that dipped down between her legs and
faded away to nothingness between her chubby lower limbs.
   It was cut so high on her hips that it would have been so easy for me to
slip my hand all the way inside her outfit in front and cup her soft form
inside and STILL not displace any portion of the material.  The top of the
suit was held tightly to her chest, only her tiny developing titties and
prominent nipples indicating where my mouth needed to test for confirmation
that the store needed to be a little warmer.
   In my mind, I imagined thrusting my face between her legs and slowly
rubbing my mouth and lips back and forth across the plump softness of her
preteen form.  I could feel her thighs against my ears as I nuzzled her
yonni for hours, her gentle thrusts and staccato jerks revealing just how
much fun she was having.  Too bad it was just a mental image.  It would be
nice to see her empty swimsuit alongside her naked body.
   Where Lisa's suit seemed to amplify the little girl's features and was
the epitome of visual decency, Steff's two piece suit left little for the
imagination.  The almost sheer fabric hid very little from my gaze.  Her
tiny aereolas and firm nipples were displayed like so much food on a buffet
line at my favorite restaurant, so close, and yet so far away.  I became
distinctly aware of her lack of hair below the neck and the similarity of
her shape to her daughter, her almost bulbous pud pushing the thin material
forward.  What took me by surprise was the tiny amount of fabric that she
was willing to wear in my presence, the top edge of her bikini barely above
the slight rise of her puffy mound below her lower abdomen.
   Her labia was also delicately munching away at the front of her bikini
and every time she opened and closed her legs as she moved back and forth,
it appeared that her vulva was actually 'talking' to me.  I wanted to have
a chat with her bikini up close and tell it just how lucky it was to be so
close to Heaven.
   Before I could bury my face between their legs, they scooted back into
the dressing room and tried on their last selection.  For a few minutes, I
sat quite impatiently, hearing them wrestle with the springy fabric and
giggle to each other.  I grew nervous sitting in that lonely chair, one or
two of the sales staff taking long, offensive glances at me and reminding
me that I was from the 'other side'.  You know, a MAN!
   Funny!  I was the one going to be paying these stupid little tramps
a.k.a.  salespeople for these overpriced postage stamps with strings, but
to look at their expressions, you'd think I was the cause for the national
debt and lingering deficit combined.
   Lisa again returned first, now in a two piece flesh colored suit with
strings tied between the top and bottom sections of fabric along her sides.
It was so small, that it looked like she wasn't wearing anything.  I almost
sprayed the rack of dresses in front of me as I sat near the full length
mirrors completely in awe of this little angel's beauty.
   She kept fumbling with the strings along her sides as she made her way
closer to me, trying to make the knots look like pretty bows along her hips
as I feasted on the delicate visage before me.  The top of her bikini
bottom couldn't have been more than a fraction of an inch above where her
delicate cleft started along the top of her pudendum.  Her labia was
prominently displayed as she kept shifting and swaying back and forth in
front of me, tending to the strings below her waist, lifting each hip
slightly as she untied and retied each bow.
   Every time she went from one hip to the other and her hips moved up and
down, her legs opened and closed slightly, allowing her vulva to take
larger and larger bites out of the thin material deep between nirvana.  I
was beginning to wish 'I' could take a couple of bites or nibbles myself,
having little interest in the fabric blocking my view.  To further torture
me, she stepped in front of my chair and looked right at my face less than
two feet from my knees.
   "Mark, could you help me with these?  They don't want to stay tied
right. If they don't look good, I don't want this one."
   How could I tell her that it didn't matter WHERE the bows were and how
they looked?  Words just wouldn't come out of my mouth as she shoved her
hips between my legs and raised her hands out of the way so I could tend to
the errant strings.  I fumbled for a minute with each bow, staring nastily
at her gorgeous cunny and then admitted defeat.
   "If you like this one, we can fix the bows later, okay Lisa?"
   She looked into my eyes with the purity of innocence that only a child
her age could provide.  She had no idea just how she was affecting me and
it was killing me.  By this age, my first Lisa was allowing me to touch her
anywhere on her body and enjoyed our sensual contact immensely.  This
little angel was almost completely the opposite and I was in no position to
caress or fondle her.  YET!  Hopefully soon!
   Although I wanted to fondle her on the spot, the sales clerk's presence
prevented even the slightest lurid caress, so I allowed my left hand to go
around her waist as Steff emerged from between the curtains.  Lisa took
position on my lap as she pushed her way further between my legs, letting
me feel the warmth of her bum against my left leg, my right hand on her
thighs about two inches away from her bikini once she was settled on my
lap. It would not have been difficult to begin Lisa's training at that
moment, but then, some good things should wait.
   Steff's second choice was little more than a wisp of thin material
barely covering her little breasts and her VERY pronounced mound.  I knew
right away that both of these last two selections were acceptable.
   "W-O-W-!"
   "I guess you like it, huh Mark?"
   "I think 'like' is not quite strong enough, but I won't try to embarrass
you in front of Lisa and the sales clerk.  What do YOU think?"
   "I don't know.  I kind of like both of them.  Do you like yours Lisa?"
   "Yeah, but I can't decide which one I want.  I like the orange one
'cause it's a pretty color and I like THIS one 'cause of the bows."
   "Ladies?  How about if I buy you BOTH?  I think they all look great!  I
think you both look great IN them too!"
   Lisa turned and hugged my neck, shoving my right hand between her legs
and up against the flimsy material that barely covered her vulva.  I opened
my hand, now hidden from view by her turned body and allowed my index and
middle finger to push softly up against her soft, pillow-like labia as she
hugged me tightly.  Her hug didn't last more than a few seconds, but it was
enough for me to enjoy the softness of her pussy lips as she innocently
showed her gratitude.
   She then jumped up off my lap and hugged Steff, shoving one of her small
titties right into the front of Steff's tiny bikini convered body.  If Lisa
were more sexually experienced, she could have leaned down a little and
tongued her mother on the spot with little effort.
   It was difficult for me to stand straight up for the next couple of
minutes, but I was finally able to collect my wits, return to an upright
position and pay for my floor show.
   We were out of the store hand in hand and headed toward the parking lot,
their smiles indicating incredible joy at receiving new clothes without
having to pay for them and ME for being able to buy some of the most
obscene swimsuits I could have imagined for both a little girl and her
mother.  It didn't take very long before we were in my car, back on the
road and getting closer to my property.  When we got there, I gave them a
brief tour of the house so they would know where the most significant
places were and left the most important place to be discovered later, my
bedroom.
   Lisa then presented a paradoxical question.
   "Which swimsuit would you like me to wear first, Mark?"
   "I don't know.  I like them both a lot."
   "Come on!  Pick one!"
   I truly had to think about this for a moment.  Would I like to see my
newest angel wearing barely anything at all and maybe get a chance to slip
my hand inside her suit in front, or should I have her wear the bright
orange one and maybe get a chance to help her take it off if she needed any
help to go pee?  Difficult decision.
   "The two piece one with the pretty bows."
   "And me?"
   "How about the second one you tried on.  It shows off your gorgeous bum
very nicely."
   Steff blushed brightly, smiled and looked down at her hands as she began
to fumble with the dinky material that made up her second selection.
   "Nobody's said that to me in a long time.  Thank you Mark."
   "NO!  Thank YOU!"
   My wicked smile initiated a chorus of laughter from both of them, proud
that they were both pretty enough for someone again.
   Towels were obtained, suits installed and the three of us were in the
pool in little time.
   For the first thirty minutes, we splashed and jumped and tickled each
other like children Lisa's age might.  I was treated to at least a half
dozen gentle caresses along each of their almost completely exposed bodies,
running my hands along and between their legs, against their bums and
cunnies and around their backs and chests.  Most of the contact was brief
and innocent, but thoroughly enjoyed by yours truly!
   "Mark, would you mind if I got out and sunned myself for about thirty
minutes while you and Lisa kept playing?"
   "Not at all.  Take as long as you'd like, but be sure to put on some sun
screen so you don't get burned.  It would be pretty embarrassing for you to
have to go around with nothing on if you get too much sun and can't wear
anything that would irritate your skin."
   I had hoped she would notice my less than subtle request to wear nothing
at all, but it was not to be.
   "After I do my front, would you help me put some on my back?"
   "Be delighted!"
   We got out and I was permitted to gently but firmly apply lotion to her
shoulders, back and upper legs, filling my eyes with the plump roundness of
her bum less than a dozen inches away from my nose as I massaged up and
down the back of her thighs.  The back of her bikini did little to hide her
bum.  The only thing it DID do was prevent me from seeing the long, dark
crack of her ass, fractions of an inch beyond the fabric being presented
before me.
   "If you keep rubbing me like that, I'm going to ask for a massage later
on.  Be careful!"
   "Consider yourself invited to partake of my skilled hands.  I love to
give AND get massages and would be honored to treat you to a hot oil rub.
There's just one catch."
   "I think I know where you're going.  No suit, right?"
   "Only if you'd allow it.  Otherwise, we'll have to wash your new suit
immediately after the massage, since the oil might mess it up."
   "We'll see.  I'll think about it."
   "Whatever you'd be comfortable with Steff.  I don't want to pressure you
into anything that you're not ready for.  Let me know if you change your
mind, okay?"
   "Okay."
   "Mommy?  Are you done with Mark yet?  I want him to come play with me."
   That's the kind of invitation that I always wanted to hear.  Hopefully,
she would be inviting me for more enjoyable activities soon enough.
   I jumped into the pool over Lisa's head and almost hit the top of her
head with my feet.  As soon as I resurfaced, she jumped up into my arms and
pressed her chest into my face, my next task to kiss and blow woobies into
her chest, forcing her suit up or down and uncovering her pert little
nipples as I pressed my mouth into her body.  She giggled and squealed
furiously, thoroughly enjoying the attention I was giving her.
   What seemed a little unusual at the time was Lisa's reluctance to push
my face away from her body as I continued my attack, Lisa not the tinyest
bit concerned about my repeated ventures across her erect nipples as my
mouth moved back and forth between them.  Her mind couldn't conceive of
anything that I was doing as being naughty or immoral.  It was just plain
FUN!
   After a few minutes of tickling her (and sucking on and fondling her
little titties with my mouth), I finally gave her a well deserved break and
introduced her to yet another game.
   "Would you like for me to toss you into the air and let you splash back
into the pool?"
   "YEAH!"
   "Okay, let me squat down and you put your feet in my hands underwater
and hold my head with your hands.  I'll lift you up high enough out of the
water and then I'll throw you up as high as I can."
   She knew exactly what I wanted her to do and she performed wonderfully.
   As I squat down in front of her, my chin just above the surface of the
water, I extended both arms down and toward her feet.  She held my head and
placed each foot tentatively in my webbed fingers, bringing her tummy
directly into contact with my face.  This first time, I held my hands too
low and my mouth was about three inches above the top edge of her bikini
bottom.
   I lifted her up out of the water and flung her skyward, producing a high
pitched yelp from my little water nymph.  She splashed into the water and
bobbed back up in little over a second.  I was hoping I hadn't tried too
hard and wanted her to want to repeat the exercise many times, allowing me
to refine how far down to hold my arms, adjusting where my face would land.
   I wasn't disappointed as she swam back to me, anxious to 'fly' once
more.
   The second attempt yielded more favorable results, since I held my hands
a little higher allowing my lips to come into contact with her legs just
below her pudendum.  I was confident that I would be permitted to do this
again and again and waited to begin my next course of action.  I held my
mouth between her legs, just below her bikini and let her become more
accustomed to my constant tactile bombardment.
   She was in the air and back in the water again, returning for yet more
abuse, much to my enjoyment.
   Round three produced perfection, my mouth coming into contact with her
bikini covered pudendum.  Now it was time to extend my activities just a
little so I could increase my 'familiarity' with my new Lisa.  Just before
I lifted her this time, I opened my mouth and allowed her cunny to fill the
front of my maw as I called out my intentions, the words muffled by her
thighs, bikini and soft pud just inside.
   "HERE GOES!"
   She didn't notice the overtly immoral action as my mouth surrounded the
entirety of her puffy mound.  I was tempted to suck her labia into my mouth
immediately, but knew if I could play this game a few more times, I would
be rewarded eventually.  It may not happen today or this week, but I
eventually would be able to suck and lick her pussy for hours.
   She returned again, anxious for more.  Number four was just as bountiful
as trip number three.
   As I positioned her hips against my face, I hooked the top edge of her
bikini with my nose and as I lifted her up, I pushed into her body, forcing
her suit to shift down slightly.  Her suit was already way too small and it
took very little effort to uncover the top of her cunny as I lifted her
into the air.
   She was back for more in little over a second, this time displaying her
charms slightly more for me to enjoy.
   Numbers five through eight increased the amount of her pussy that was
presented to my lurid gaze and hungry mouth, an intriguing tight cleft
displayed over the top hem of her bikini each time she splashed toward me.
In order to improve my station with her mom, I shifted my position so we
were a little closer to the shallow end of the pool where her mom was
sunning herself, wanting to address a slight transgression that I had
committed.  There was eventually so much of her cunny open to my view, that
I felt compelled to 'help' her cover back up.  I pulled her close to me as
I sat down in the water, my eyes almost equal to her chest.
   "Uh-oh!  Better pull this back up or someone will see you showing off!"
   Before she could stop me or look down, I reached to the front of her
bikini and inserted my finger, feeling the softness of her cleft,
insinuating my finger between her labia as I pulled her suit back up.  She
looked at me a little funny at first, but then smiled as I gave her suit a
gentle tug upward, forcing it to nestle erotically between her plump labia,
leaving her with the mistaken notion that I really wanted her to be
covered.
   I was able to repeat the skyward journies and swimsuit shifting sessions
two more times before my arms began to tire.  Each time I uncovered her
pussy sufficiently to enjoy the view for a minute or two, I would pull her
to the shallower end and gently tug her suit back up, leaving my finger
inside the front of her bikini a little longer each time.
   The last trip along the inside of her bikini with my finger, I leaned
forward and began blowling woobies into her tummy quite excitedly, tickling
her tummy and molesting her cunny at the same time.  My index finger was
neatly hooked along the inside of her bikini as the back of my middle
finger pressed between her labia, her plump lips hugging the sides of my
finger and screaming at me for more.
   She was uncertain how to react and pulled away slightly, reeling from
the attack from my mouth.  Just as quickly, she leaned forward and pushed
into my face and finger, completely enjoying my attack on her tummy.  I
wasn't aware of it at the time, but she began to take great pleasure in the
sensation of continuous contact between my finger and her pussy.
   She kept up her back and forth movements three more times, leaning back
slightly more each time she pushed forward.  My finger eventually worked
the top of her bikini low enough that I had completely exposed her pussy
yet again.  I altered my attack and shifted my mouth lower until I was able
to nibble on the upper portion of her plump cunny twice, an intense squeal
generated that was loud and high-pitched enough for a dozen neighbors to
notice before I knew it was time to quit.  I didn't want to stop, but I
needed to be sure to break her in slowly.
   I tugged her suit back up and immediately thrust my hands under her
arms, lifting her up out of the water and splashing her back down five feet
further back in the pool.  The moment she was up above the waterline and
headed in my direction, I tried to illustrate just how tired I was from
tossing her in the water.
   "Time to rest!  You're tuckering me out, young lady."
   "AWWWWW!  Do we have to stop already?"
   "For a few minutes, okay Angel?"
   "Lisa, don't wear Mark out.  He might not want you to come swimming
again if you keep taking advantage of him so quickly."
   I guess Steff realized that Lisa would eventually take advantage of me
and my heart jumped at the prospect of being abused by this little water
nymph.
   "Oh-kayyy.  I guess I need to stop anyway, 'cause I need to go pee."
   "Let's get you dried off so you can go inside and use my bathroom."
   I lifted her up facing her hips, putting her bum on the warm concrete.
As she came to rest outside the pool, she opened her legs slightly and
granted me an abovewater view of her tiny, wet bathing suit.  In order to
continue her 'training', I leaned forward between her thighs and started
kissing and sucking on her tummy and upper thighs, sending her into fits of
giggles.
   "You better stop!  I'm gonna pee!"
   "OOOOOPS!  Sorry!"
   I jumped up out of the pool and dried her off as quickly as I could, not
wanting to add any additional yellow fluid to my pool.  As she stood in
front of me, she pushed both hands between her legs and tugged upward,
trying to hold in what was soon to come out.
   She was dried sufficiently to proceed without too much damage to my
carpeting, so I let her go and she was inside in a flash.
   She returned in the same amount of time, her face grimacing in obvious
pain.
   "Mark, I can't undo the knots on my bows.  Can you help me, please?"
   I turned to Steff to see if she heard her daughter, but she was sound
asleep.  Or at least she APPEARED to be asleep.
   "MARK!  HURRY!"
   I quickly dried myself and followed her inside, Lisa still clutching her
crotch desperately.
   We were in my hall bath, the door closed and locked in a matter of
seconds.  Lisa was still tugging her hands upward between her legs,
desperate not to embarrass herself or me.
   I genuinely tried to undo the knots at her hips, but she must have tied
them with all her strength, so I opted for an alternate removal method.
   "Let me take your suit completely off, 'cause I can't undo the knots
either."
   "Okay, but HURRY!"
   I tugged the straps over her shoulders, down her arms and was able to
work her bikini from behind her hands and to the floor.  As she tried to
wiggle her way backward onto the commode seat, I wanted to laugh out loud.
I didn't want to torture her any longer, so I worked my hands under her
arms and lifted her up.
   As soon as her bum hit the seat, a loud hiss eminated from under her and
I was treated to a view the likes of which I hadn't seen since I took care
of my first Lisa.  I hungered for more, but knew if Steff realized that we
were both missing, she might get quite concerned and find me looking
between her little girl's legs as she was going pee.
   I wasn't in front of Lisa for more than a couple of seconds when I
smiled at her, stood up, turned, opened the door and was about to make my
way through when she softly called my name.
   "Mark?"
   I remained facing the hall with the door slightly open in order to
preserve her dignity.
   "Yes, Lisa?"
   "Do you really think I'm pretty?"
   "I think you are VERY pretty, Angel.  In fact, I think you are just as
pretty as my first Lisa, and I loved her very, very much."
   "Did you really like to tickle me in the pool like you did earlier?"
   "I liked that VERY much.  What did YOU think about me tickling you?"
   "I wish we could do that again.  Are your arms still tired?"
   "A little.  Could we just sit in the pool for a few minutes when you're
done?"
   "Sure.  But, can we play like we did before, after we rest for a little
while?"
   "We sure can."
   "Promise?"
   "I promise.  We can play tickle games as often as you'd like."
   "I'm glad you bought this swimsuit for me, 'cause I like it when you
tickle my tummy with your mouth and . . .  "
   I waited for a moment to see if she would finish on her own.
   "And what, Lisa?"
   Very softly, almost imperceptibly, she whispered the words that I had
longed to hear.
   " . . .  your finger."
   "My WHAT?"
   "You know.  Your finger.  When you were pulling my swimsuit down with
your finger while you were tickling me with your mouth, remember?"
   "I was holding your swimsuit so you wouldn't get away from me while I
tickled your tummy, that's all.  If I did anything more than that, then I
shouldn't have done it.  Remember what I said about bad men doing naughty
things with little girls?"
   "Uh-huh."
   "If I was a bad man, then I would have tried to pull your bikini down
and push my finger and hand between your legs and you might not like that."
   "You're not a bad man, Mark!"
   I noticed she said nothing about her not liking what I was doing!
   "Then, maybe I shouldn't play that kind of tickle game anymore, since
you might not like it as much as I do.  I would get into lots of trouble
with your mommy if she found out that I made you mad by touching you down
there."
   She got very quiet as the last few drops of pee left her plump pussy. 
When she wiped and dropped the paper into the wet mixture, I knew my
chances at seeing her naked were slowly diminishing by the second.
   "Mark, can you help me put my swimsuit back on, please?"
   "Of course!"
   I turned around just in time to see her shimmy off the commode seat,
pushing her cunny alluringly toward me as she flushed the commode.  I
picked up her swimsuit, straightened it out and held it out in front of her
feet so she could step in.  In an attempt to 'appear' decent, I kept my
eyes to the floor and only occasionally snuck a peek at her plump jewel as
I pulled the material up around her ankles.  She was covered back up way
too soon, but I knew it had to end quickly.
   Steff would be awake at any moment and I didn't want her to find me
coming out of the bathroom with Lisa just yet.  It would be even WORSE if
she realized I might be 'coming out' about my strong desire for little girl
flesh.
   I directed Lisa back outside in front of me and just in time.  Steff was
just starting to stir as Lisa walked up to her side, putting her hand on
her mother's bare back.
   "Mommy, please don't get mad, but I asked Mark to help me go pee, since
I couldn't get the strings untied in time.  They got into a big knot and I
couldn't undo it, so I asked Mark to help me by taking my swimsuit off. 
You're not mad, are you Mommy?"
   "Of course not, Honey.  I'm glad he was able to help you."
   Steff turned and looked right into my face as she asked her next, most
disturbing question.
   "Did he do anything that he wasn't supposed to?"
   "No.  He turned his back so he couldn't watch while I went pee."
   "I guess he IS a nice guy after all, isn't he Lisa?"
   "I like Mark a lot, Mommy and I wish I could play with him ALL day."
   "I sure hope Mark feels the same way?"
   "I do!"
   DANGEROUS WORDS!  I need to be more careful in front of two eligible
women!
   "Well then, how about if I go inside and start getting something ready
for us to eat.  I'm getting a little hungry and I'll bet you two are as
well.  Mark, would you mind if I made myself at home and took control of
your kitchen?"
   "Not at all.  It's pretty well stocked except for fresh vegetables.  I
never get much of a chance to cook them before they go bad."
   "Okay then.  You two play in the pool for a little while longer and I'll
go see what I can dig up in Mark's kitchen."
   Steff was up and in the house in seconds, her perfectly proportioned
body leaving an indelible mark in my mind as she swayed and shimmied away
from us.  Her bum jiggled like jelly as the material of her bikini tried as
best it could to contain the lucious flesh inside.  When she got to the
patio door, she stopped for a second and checked to make sure I was
looking. I was!  She smiled and completed her journey inside.
   "Mark, are you all rested up yet?"
   "For what, Lisa?"
   "You know!  I want you to tickle me some more, please?"
   "You mean, like this?"
   I attacked her tummy and sides with both sets of fingers, generating
loud squeals of laughter from her tiny body.
   Steff peeked around the edge of the doorway and smiled as she saw Lisa
being attacked by her new boyfriend.  She stepped back in, closed the patio
door and made her way to the kitchen, certain that her daughter was finally
going to get the attention that she deserved and would have gotten from her
daddy if he were still alive.
   Within a minute, Lisa had enough and pushed me backward into the water.
She landed on top of me as my back hit the water, her hips pressed into my
face and her thighs tightly around my head.  As I tried to gulp in some
air, my mouth was filled with the front of her swimsuit, quite a
satisfactory substitute!
   I held my breath for a few more seconds as my head was being forced down
into the pool, her thighs pressed tightly against each of my ears, riding
my head like a nasty pony ride.
   When I was able to regain my senses and my body reminded me that oxygen
was a normal component of my daily existence, I picked Lisa up off my face
and made my way skyward.
   I came up coughing and spitting chlorine tainted water and refilled my
lungs with air for the first time in twenty wonderful seconds.  If she was
finally willing to torture me like THIS, then I needed more practice.
   After I stopped coughing, Lisa looked thoroughly guilty for making me
swallow part of my own pool, slid up next to me and hugged my neck.
   "I'm sorry Mark.  I didn't mean to make you almost drown."
   "It's okay <cough> Lisa.  I guess I <cough> need more practice swimming
with <cough> pretty little girls.  I hope I didn't scare you by <cough>
giving you the impression that I don't know how to swim.  I just don't
usually <cough> try jumping in my pool backward with a little girl sitting
on my face."
   Her expression and facial color betrayed her true intentions all too
well.  She turned so red, her blush extended to the center of her chest.
   "I'm sorry.  I shouldn't have jumped on your face until you were ready."
   Did I just hear an invitation?  Guess I need to see if she liked to be
played with as much as I liked playing with her.
   "I'm ready NOW!"
   Her smile was evidence that her innocence was quickly fading.  She put
her hands on my shoulders, pushed me down a little, turned to see if her
mommy could see her (which she couldn't where we were in the pool), turned
back and lifted her right leg over my left shoulder, leaned into my face
with her hips and pushed her pudendum right into my mouth, pushing me
backward into the water.
   As the back of my head met the water's surface, I opened my mouth, took
a deep breath and filled it with the round puffiness of her cloth covered
cunny.  She let out a joyous scream as she went flying forward into the
water on top of my head.  She held my head down against the bottom of the
pool as she sat with her legs splayed out wide, her head coming back up
just above the top of the water.  She sat giggling and laughing as she
squirmed and shifted over my face, my mouth taking huge guppy nibbles out
of her plump pussy.
   Steff opened the patio door and returned to the side of the pool,
wanting to see that we were BOTH having a good time.
   "Lisa?  You're not being mean to Mark, are you?"
   "No mommy.  He's <hee hee> tickling me all over while I try to <hee hee>
hold him down <hee hee hee>."
   "Well, don't hold him down too long, because he might start choking on
the water, okay?"
   "Okay!  <hee hee, ha ha ha> That tickles so much!"
   "Have fun but just don't hurt him.  If you need me, I'll be inside."
   Steff rotated her body and returned to the house, certain that her
little girl had finally found someone that would be her guardian and
friend.
   My tongue was pressing up against her cloth covered vulva as my hands
were actively trying to genuinely tickle my little play toy, wishing I had
the strength to work the fabric to the side so I could bury my tongue
between her soft labia.  I was hungry for her clitty and vagina and needed
to figure out a way to obtain what I desperately needed.
   I lifted her up until I could take a breath through my nose and then lay
back down, receiving round after round of laughter as acceptance of my
desire to continue her gentle torture.
   She never tried to break my hold of her pudendum as I tickled or touched
her body, enjoying the naughty attention I was paying to her womanhood. 
She allowed me to kiss, mouth and nibble on her vulva without hesitation or
fear.
   I rose up one more time with her on my shoulders facing me and I broke
my hold of her swimsuit covered pussy before breaking the water's surface.
I took another deep breath through my mouth, wiped the water from my eyes
and smiled up at her.  She held the back of my head as her body came up out
of the water, as if she had six more seconds to ride the bronco bull.
   "Am I tickling you too much?  I can stop if you want me to."
   "No!  More please!"
   "Oh-kayyy!  You're asking for it!"
   I took another deep breath and leaned back into the water, returning my
mouth to her pussy once again.  This time I took a more deliberate bite of
her vulva as she settled on top of me, my hands still working against her
sides, tummy and titties.  I knew I was finally breaking her in right when
she shifted her top slightly out of the way so my fingers could feel her
bare skin and her protruding preteen nipples.  In order to maintain an
escape route, I never lingered too long on her titties, just in case her
mother wanted to check on her daughter while I was underwater.  I might not
be able to see her walk up to the side of the pool before it was too late,
so I stole short feels of her nipples and developing titties, returning my
hands to her sides and tummy after every illicit grope.
   She was so completely engrossed in my attention to her young body, that
she began to experiment with how much I touched her 'special spot' with my
lips and tongue.  She reached into the water and tugged her suit bottom to
the side, allowing my mouth to come directly into contact with her soft,
plump vulva.  Even though I needed to come back up for air, I was willing
to forego my need to breathe for a few more seconds.
   I pushed my tongue deep into her young vagina and was rewarded with a
sudden surge of sexual electricity from Lisa, her hips pushing forward, her
chest pushing up and her head leaning back.  I pulled it back out and
wiggled it against her tiny clitty and received a series of stuttering
thrusts against my face.  Every time I pushed directly over her nubbin, she
reacted almost violently.
   I knew I had to stop, so I pushed her up a little, shifted her suit back
to it's original position and then leaned back up so I could breathe once
again.  When I sat up, I let her fall backward onto my lap and caught her
as she came to rest on my legs.  Her bum pushed elegantly against my woody
as she leaned back on her arms, her hips pushed as far forward as they
could go, her now stimulated clitty hungry for further contact.  I had
succeeded in my goal of teaching my newest Lisa about sexual pleasure in an
enjoyable home-like setting.
   "That was FUN!  Thanks Mark."
   "You're welcome Lisa.  Did you REALLY enjoy being tickled?"
   Her lips changed from an innocent little smile to a naughty and wicked
one.
   "Uh-Huh!  I wish we could do THAT a LOT!"
   "Well, if we get the chance, I promise I'll do that as often as I can. I
guess you're not mad at me for being a 'bad' man after all, huh?"
   "You're not a bad man Mark.  I LIKE the way you tickle me!"
   "Well, you have to remember that I may not be able to try that as often
as you want, since your mommy would definitely not like it at all if she
found out.  We'll have to keep that our little secret, okay?"
   "Okay.  I understand.  But can I rub up against you if my mommy isn't
looking?"
   "Sure!  You can push or rub against me as often as you'd like, but you
have to be absolutely sure your mommy can't see first."
   The words hadn't left my mouth for three milliseconds before she started
to grind her cunny right against my pubic bone, her face taking on the
expression of a VERY determined, and very horny little minx.
   "Okay you two.  Time to get out and have some dinner."
   Steff's voice carried from the doorway and around the corner.  I heard
her close the door after she pulled her head back in, so I knew I had a few
seconds more with Lisa.
   "We need to go in now babydoll."
   "I knowwww!  I wish we could stay out here a little while longer."
   "We can come back later, if your mommy will let us."
   I leaned forward, gave her a soft kiss on the lips and then leaned back.
She smiled back at me and pushed a little harder with her cunny.  Maybe I
shouldn't have pushed it, but I reached between us with my right hand and
wiggled my index and middle fingers along the front of her bikini bottom,
rewarded with her hips shifting back just a little so I could gain access
more easily.
   I pushed them inside the fabric and dipped down between her labia,
rubbing and squeezing her clitty between the tips of my fingers.  Her
expression changed once again, this time like a woman about to have an
orgasm.
   I kept up my gentle attack for about thirty seconds, giving her just a
small taste of what sexual pleasure can be like and then pulled them back
out.
   "Time to get out!"
   "MARK!  That's NOT fair!"
   "That's all I can do right now Honey.  If we can have some time together
alone, I promise I'll show you how good that can REALLY feel."
   "PROMISE?"
   "I really do promise."
   "LAST CALL YOU TWO!"
   We both got out of the pool reluctantly, hungry for a different kind of
food.  SEX FOOD!
   When I saw Steff's face in the doorway, she smiled at us and waved us
inside.  I dried my little girlfriend with the loving interest of a new
groom and had to push against her shoulders as she tried to push her hips
into my crotch repeatedly.
   "Be careful Honey.  Your mommy will see!"
   "I know!"
   SHE KNOWS?  Is she TRYING to get her mother to see me touch her?  What
could possibly be going through her young mind?  I didn't know it at the
time, but she had already begun to develop plans for me.
   Once dried, we both went inside, both Steff and Lisa preferring to stay
dressed in their swimsuits.  What a show!  They both looked good enough to
eat!
   "Mark, I LOVE your kitchen.  I hope you're not mad, but I've been
snooping all around and you have the neatest gadgets.  I wish 'I' had a
kitchen like this!"
   "You're welcome to borrow anything that you see, or if you'd like, you
can come by anytime and all three of us can have lunch or dinner together."
   "What about breakfast?"
   Her question was offered so quickly, I don't think her brain had time to
understand what she was asking me.  Was she thinking that we'd be waking up
together?  What could be going through HER mind?  These two must have plans
for me, that's for certain!
   "I'm not much of a morning person.  I usually skip breakfast most of the
time, unless I stay up all night and then have breakfast before I go to
bed. I know it sounds weird, but I keep kind of unusual hours."
   "I hope you're not mad at me for being so bold, but it WOULD be kind of
nice for us to have lunch or dinner with a man at home for a change.  We
both miss Roberta's daddy a lot.  I just wish . . .  "
   She instantly turned her body away from me and cupped her mouth,
shuddering softly as she cried to herself.  Time for a hug!
   I reached from around her right shoulder and pulled her toward me as I
tugged her body toward mine.  She wrapped her arms around me and started
bawling like a baby as I hugged her tightly.  I knew she needed to express
her anguish for her lost husband and just let her cry for four or five
minutes.  Roberta joined us and delicately hugged both of our bums as she
pressed her face between our hips.
   I realized that Steff was not going to stop soon, her sobs increasing
instead of slacking.  Instead of making her uncomfortable by breaking our
embrace, I started moving backward and shuffled to my leather couch, Steff
unconsciously walking with me.
   Roberta let go and watched me as I made my way all the way into the den,
the little girl walking behind her mommy and remaining quiet.  Steff was so
petite that she almost looked like she could have been my daughter, but
that would have meant Roberta would have ALSO had to have been my daughter.
Man was this getting confusing.  I'd have to ask Steff how old she was in a
manner that wouldn't offend her.
   When I sat down and pulled Steff onto my lap, her sobbing increased and
she began wailing as if she had just found out about Kurt's demise.  That's
when I patted the couch next to my right side, inviting Roberta to join us.
She smiled a little and hopped up onto the sofa behind her mom, putting her
left arm on my right shoulder and sitting next to my hip.
   She hadn't been on the sofa for more than a minute when she tugged my
right arm from around her mom's shoulder, directing it behind her body. 
Rather than allow my disgusting desires to control my hand, I shifted it
around Lisa's waist above her bikini bottom and held her softly.  My little
tickle partner couldn't wait for me to resume our playtime and shifted my
right hand down her hip and along the fullness of her right bum cheek,
rubbing my hand up and down for a few seconds, hoping I would get the idea
and take over.
   I DID!
   With Steff sobbing into my shoulder or chest, I slipped my right hand
inside Lisa's bikini bottom along her left cheek, dipping my fingertips
between her crease until I could feel the spongy softness of her labia. 
Her mouth and eyes opened wide but she never made me pull my naughty hand
out.  Instead, I could feel her shift her thighs apart as my fingers
wiggled between them, silently instructing her to grant me passage.  My
newest little toy obeyed each of my requests without delay, her knees
spread far enough apart that I was able to begin to softly rub her naked
vulva back and forth.  It felt wonderful to do this again after so long. 
The fact that I was doing it in Steff's presence added so much of a thrill
that I was getting a real boner in my trunks.
   Steff continued to weep for her lost partner and father to her lovely
little girl for the next thirty minutes, releasing all the pent up emotions
that she had obviously been holding onto for a long time.  All the while, I
kept up my nasty caresses inside Lisa's bikini bottom, watching her face
for any clues that I should stop.  Not ONE hint was sent.
   As Steff wept, I took long hard looks at her almost naked body and
imagined her husband humping her wildly the night before he died.  Her
little titties were gorgeous and her plump cunny kept her thighs spread
just far enough apart so I could see the seat cushion under her.  I stared
between her legs and right at her puffy cunny for the longest time.
   Lisa knelt quietly and motionless as her mother unloaded her heavy
heart. Steff never realized that she was sitting on my lap and had her arms
around my neck until she needed a tissue for her eyes and nose.  When she
became aware of where we ended up, she looked surprized for a moment, but
then relaxed.  Trying not to make a sound, my finger and hand were removed
to the relative safety of Lisa's plump bummy, outside her bikini bottoms
   "Mark, I'm sorry I've been raining all over your shoulder.  For a little
while, I forgot all about Kurt and it hit me really hard just now.  It
almost seemed like everything was back to normal and I was truly happy once
again."
   "I'm glad I was able to make you feel at home here Steff and glad you
feel good about being here, but I also realize that you miss your late
husband terribly.  If you want to leave now, I don't mind.  I'll drive you
both home and you can have some quiet time with your lovely little girl and
talk about all the good stuff that you three used to do together."
   She wiped her tear streaked face with her right hand, her left still
clutching my shoulder around my neck, Roberta inches away from her
shoulderblades and spine.
   "Mark?"
   "Yes Steff?"
   "Would you mind if Lisa and I stayed a little while longer?  I don't
want to go back to an empty place right now."
   "I'd be honored if you'd both stay with me.  I didn't realize just how
much I love having two beautiful women share my evening and my dinner."
   "DINNER!  Oh gosh!  I forgot, I'm sorry Mark."
   Steff immediately spun around on my lap facing the other way.
   "Steff, don't worry about it.  Nothing could possibly have gone bad in
the short time we spent here on the couch.  By the way, I hope you're not
mad at ME for coaxing you onto my lap.  I didn't want you to be
uncomfortable when you were crying and knew if you sat down for a little
while you would feel much better afterward."
   "Actually, it's very thoughtful of you to consider my emotions like
that. Most men would have wanted me to stop crying like a silly little girl
and made a big deal about it.  Lisa was right!  You ARE a nice man, aren't
you?"
   "Well, MOST of the time.  Sometimes I can be a real perv or lech!"
   "Why?  Because you like to look at pretty little girls or their mothers
in barely-anything bikini's or up their dresses at their panties?"
   "Well, yes.  But also because I love to hold and hug pretty little girls
and their mothers a LOT!"
   "There's nothing wrong with THAT!"
   "GOOD!  Because there's something that I want you to know . . .  "
   I turned to my right and looked right into Lisa's eyes.
   " . . .  and you too!  If you EVER need a nice, long, tight hug, I
expect you to come and get one without having to ask.  If there's anything
that you want to talk, say or ask questions about, then I want you BOTH to
feel absolutely free to do so anytime.  I want you to feel comfortable
enough with me to talk about anything that's on your minds, anytime.  If
you just want me to listen, then let me know and I'll sit patiently and not
pass judgement or offer suggestions.  I love you both being here with me
and I'm willing to do just about anything to keep you here as long as you'd
like."
   "You are such a sweetheart, Mark.  I'm glad Lisa found you today."
   "Me too!  I'm glad I found him Mommy.  He's such a nice man.  I just
wish . . .  "
   Her voice dropped and her eyes went to her right hand, her fingers
intertwined in the strings against her right hip.  Fortunately, when Steff
turned to look at her hand, mine was no longer inside her bikini bottom or
between her thighs from behind.  It WAS along the soft glory of her
backside, although, Steff couldn't see where the tips of my fingers were
caressing at the moment.
   "What Honey?  What do you wish?"
   Lisa shrugged her shoulders as if she didn't know or felt comfortable
saying what her wish was.  It looked absolutely precious for her to feign
embarrassment.
   "It's okay Babydoll.  You can tell me and Mark.  We won't mind."
   Her voice took on a defiant tone and when she looked up at her mother,
her expression was stern and course.
   "You'll think I'm DUMB for saying it!"
   "No I won't, I promise.  Now tell us your wish."
   We waited quietly for the little tyke to express her hidden desire for
almost a minute.  Then Lisa spoke so softly that we weren't able to hear
her clearly.
   "I wihhhh Marrr sssss my daaaaeeeeee."
   "You'll have to speak up Honey.  Your mommy and I couldn't hear you."
   "I wish Mark was my DADDY!"
   I was just as surprized as Steff was.  We looked into each other's eyes
and then blushed.  This little gem had just expressed what WE secretly had
been thinking, but were too afraid to admit, even to OURSELVES!
   Then to top her last admission, she flung her tiny body into my right
side and hugged my neck with all her strength, crying softly.
   "Oh Mark!  I wish you could be my daddy!  I love you so much I want to
be YOUR little girl."
   I reached around her and held her tightly to my side, her face pressed
against my right ear, my right hand now safely removed from her bum,
caressing her back just above her 'almost-there' bikini bottom.
   Somehow I could tell that Steff also wanted another hug, so without any
prompting I pulled her to my chest and hugged her as well.  She leaned her
head into my left shoulder, pressing her mouth into the left side of my
neck.
   Then she did something that floored me.  She gave me a couple of soft
kisses along my neck and squeezed me a little tighter.  We stayed just like
that for the next few minutes.
   My hands began working their magic against both of my lady's lower backs
and before long they both started to giggle softly.  Lisa was the first to
express her approval.
   "I like how you touch me.  That tickles!"
   "Mark, I'd rather you didn't stop either, but if you keep that up, we'll
never eat dinner."
   "We better get up then!"
   I wrapped my hands around each of their waists, held them tightly and
picked them both up as I thrust my body forward off the couch, giving them
the impression as I lunged forward that they were going to be thrown to the
floor.  Instead, I held both of them as tightly as I could, their squeals
and laughter was ample reward.  Once I was completely upright, I let their
feet come to rest against the comfortable carpet and let them go.
   The girls seemed unusually comfortable wearing their swim suits while we
ate dinner at my 'U' shaped breakfast nook.  I took a few quick glances at
each of their perfectly formed bodies while I ate, enjoying the view much
more than I had realized.  I had to tell them just how much I appreciated
them allowing me to look at them so openly and hoped it would underscore
how much I'd like to see them wearing less, if I could.
   "You ladies really make this place look so much better than it usually
does.  You're both absolute foxes!"
   "Ooooo!  It sounds like Mark likes to see us in our new swim suits, huh
Lisa?"
   "He sure does mommy!  I think I want to keep wearing my swim suit when
we come over to his house, even if we DON'T go swimming.  Can I do that
Mark?"
   "Well, I think you better ask your mommy first.  I'm not sure she'd like
for me to be staring at your pretty little body all the time."
   "Who says you'd be staring at HER body all the time?  What about me?"
   As she finished her question, she put both hands behind her head and
leaned back in an alluring and quite sexy pose.
   The way she sat, her swim suit looked even smaller than before.  Her
tiny titties flattened to almost nothing and her legs spread apart just
enough so I could see all the way between her legs to her bum.  She knew I
was looking and closed her eyes, swaying her middle to each side as if she
was trying to charm my 'snake'.
   "WOW!"
   I was completely intoxicated by her beauty.  I wanted to dive between
her legs and show her how much I appreciated her willingness to show off
for me, but resisted the temptation.  I lowered my eyes to my hands on my
lap, which prompted Steff to ask if everything was okay.  My response
wasn't unexpected.
   "I think I need to go cool off for a little while!"
   Steff gave me a quick, sharp smack on the arm as she smiled at me,
mocking slight anger at my obviously lurid comment and nasty thoughts.
   "That sounds like a good idea.  Go get some of that energy burned up so
you won't use any of it on me.  That'll give me a chance to get everything
cleaned up around your kitchen, anyway."
   "Mommy?  Can I go swim with Mark while you're washing the dishes?"
   Steff looked at me a little suspiciously, trying to determine if in my
current hormone induced state, her daughter would be safe.
   When her smile returned and she nodded to Lisa, we all knew she would
be.
   "Just don't drown him, Lisa.  I need to talk to Mark when I'm done."
   "OKAY!  Come on Mark!"
   The little waif almost pulled my arm out of the socket, trying to
practically lift me off the floor and through the patio door in one quick
lurch.
   "Give me a holler if you need any help Steff."
   "Have fun you two.  I'll call you in when I'm done."
   We were practically in the water by the time her last syllable was
heard.
   We both fell into the water in one huge splash, Lisa pulling me on top
of her as she fell backward into my pool.  The instant our bodies touched,
my arms wrapped around her and my hands clutched her tiny frame.  My right
hand cupped the fullness of her tight fanny as the bottom of the pool rose
up to greet us.  Our forward momentum was slowed just enough by the dense
liquid to prevent my wrist from being broken as we touched bottom.
   We didn't stay underwater for very long, the need for oxygen still a
basic requirement for both of us, although, Lisa DID encourage me to keep
my hand where it was after we rose to the surface.  Her left hand
maintained a strong hold on my right, preventing me from taking it away if
I was even SLIGHTLY inclined to do so.  I had no intention of interrupting
such a lovely caress, unless her mommy was close enough to see what I was
doing, that is.
   Then she reminded me what her favorite pool game was, smiling
provocatively at me and looking at my mouth as if she wanted me to kiss her
just after I answered.
   "Mark?  Can we play some more tickle games and splashing games like
before?"
   I almost tore a hole in my swim trunks.
   "Which ones, Sweetie?"
   "You know!  When you were tickling me before and then lifting me up in
the air really high."
   "You mean, like THIS?"
   My fingers found every square inch of ticklish fabric-free skin the
little girl had, wiggling and softly pinching her soft body in every
conceivable spot.  Her high pitched squeals filled the pool house with
tremendous echoes of joyous exhaltation, my smile so wide, I knew a greater
portion of my dentist's best work was being displayed.
   "NO!  NO!  NO!  NO!"
   I thought for sure I was causing her either pain or frustration by the
tone and volume of her anguished cries.  I finally stopped when she began
wrestling with my hands.  I watched her face for any expression of
disappointment or anger, certain I had done too much, too soon.  Had I
spoiled everything I had gained from our previous play times?
   Holding both of my hands away from her sides as if any contact between
us would cause her body to burn, she collected her wits and pushed her face
close to mine.  In a quiet whisper, she finally told me what I needed to
know.
   "Not like THAT, silly.  Like you did when I was holding your head
underwater.  You know!"
   It was time to play dumb and tease her slightly, hopefully enough to get
her to TELL me specifically what she wanted me to do.
   "No Honey, I don't.  How am I supposed to tickle you if I don't use my
fingers?"
   She leaned even closer, pushing her mouth right over my left ear.
   "With your MOUTH, silly.  Tickle me between my legs with your LIPS!"
   EXCELLENT!!!
   "Did you like it when I tickled you before, Lisa?"
   "Uh HUH!  Please tickle me some more, Mark.  You can tickle me with your
fingers too so if my mommy comes out and checks on us, she'll see you
tickling me properly and won't get mad at me for making you tickle me where
I REALLY want you to.  Please?"
   "Okay Sugar.  I can do that again.  You just have to be really careful
and let me know if your mommy comes out and wants to make sure you're okay.
If she sees me taking pretty little bites out of your special place, she'll
get really mad and make me take you home.  I might never see you again if
she knows I'm making you feel really good down there."
   "Thanks Mark.  I promise I'll keep laughing and stuff so my mommy sees
us having a good time and doesn't get mad 'cause we're playing a SPECIAL
kind of tickle game."
   Lisa leaned back and looked right into my eyes, staring and smiling
slightly, perfectly aware that I was openly willing to fondle and molest
her cunny surreptitiously under the cover of the jostling warm water.
   With her grasp of my hands diminished, I immediately thrust them back
into her ribs, sending her again into a shrill squeal.  This time, I took a
deep breath and shifted my face down her body and underwater, pressing my
mouth to her bare tummy right above her fabric covered cunny.  As I shifted
my face down, I pressed my chin into the top edge of her swimsuit and
pushed down, exposing her soft quim to my mouth as I drew the material
lower and lower.
   Even with her giggling furiously and trying to put up an effective show
of resistance, she managed to push her hips into my face the moment my
mouth engulfed her naked puddy, my tongue worming its way deep into her
girlslit until I found her clitty, anxiously awaiting my return.
   The little angel was an expert at deception, her upper body twisting
back and forth as if she was fighting against the intense stimulation of my
fingertips, as her thighs were trying to wrap around the sides of my head.
It didn't take her more than ten or fifteen seconds of continuous lingual
arousal before she began to thrust into my face with short, sharp bucking
jerks, her orgasm hitting her hard enough to double her over.
   It felt so nice to bring her to orgasm so quickly and thoroughly.  She
rode my mouth far longer than I had breath in my lungs, but there was NO
way I was going to stop her now.
   The intense stinging in my chest reminded me that even sexual contact
with a little girl had a lower priority than the need for air, so I
reluctantly removed my tongue from deep between her tight lips and lifted
my face just high enough out of the water to take a long breath and look
toward the house to see if Steff might have seen her little girl's first
lingual orgasm by me.
   Still unnoticed, I refilled my lungs and replaced my pink pickle where
it was supposed to be.
   Lisa immediately began to resume her involuntary muscular contractions
the moment my tongue commenced her incredibly enjoyable abuse.  Instead of
tickling her quite as much as I had been, my fingers were now caressing her
nipples into firm points on her chest, her small mounds of titty fat
eagerly accepting the loving contact I was providing.  Lisa's convulsions
slowly died in intensity but never stopped, the frequency of her exertions
decreasing until she was holding her pussy against my mouth in a single,
steady push.
   Not wanting to repeat my last gasp for breath as before, I pulled my
mouth away from her soft puddy and lifted my head once again high enough
until my chin was just above the waterline.
   Instead of granting her pussy complete freedom from tactile abuse, I
resumed my contact with her using my right hand, softly rubbing up and down
along the length of her tight cleft with my thumb as my middle finger
sought out her vagina.
   "You okay Honey?"
   All I got out of her was heavy breathing and a slow up and down nod.
   "You two gonna be okay if I disappear for a few minutes in the powder
room?"
   Steff stirred me so harshly back to reality that I thought for SURE she
had seen where my right hand was.  Without thinking, I responded.
   "Sure Steff.  Take your time."
   "Uh . . .  Mark?"
   As innocently as I could, I set Lisa down with her back against the side
of the pool, the water just deep enough for every inch of her body to be
immersed except her neck and head.
   "Yeah Steff?"
   "Are there any cans of air freshener spray or matches in your potty?"
   I had to actually THINK about why she was asking me that.  It didn't
take me very long to figure out WHY she was needing them.
   "OH!!!  Yeah . . .  in the cabinet under the sink . . .  on the right
side closest to . . . . . .  closest to the commode."
   Her face turned an absolute crimson color, her downward turned eyes an
obvious sign of embarrassment at having to inform me of one of her most
basic biological functions.
   Wanting to finish off whatever humilated pride she had left, she asked
yet another nervous question, my response not nearly as clueless as the
previous one.
   "Is there any reading material in your bathroom, Mark?"
   "Yeah!  Same place."
   "Thanks.  Sometimes, it takes me a few minutes . . .
   . . .  I'll be a few minutes, okay Mark?"
   "Sure.  No hurry.  I'll just be torturing your little girl until you get
back."
   Wanting to provide the young mother with at least a MODICUM of relief, I
returned my fingers to Lisa's tummy and resumed her pleasant stimulation, a
genuine series of giggles the result.
   Steff disappeared around the corner a moment later, the patio door
sliding closed with a loud 'WHACK', clear indication that Steff needed some
quiet time alone on the throne.
   As soon as the door was closed, I relinquished my grasp of the little
girl's tummy and then shifted down her body until the inside of my hand was
cupping the soft, hot fullness of my little victim's pussy.  Lisa's
reaction was to draw in a deep breath and thrust her arms around my neck,
pulling me into her.
   The harder she hugged my head, the firmer I clutched her cunny, slipping
my middle finger as far between her labia lips as it would go, immersing my
digit into the tight confines of her sweet vagina.  When it passed easily
inside the little girl's body, I knew that either somebody else had been
here before me or her hymen was torn as a result of an 'accident'.  At this
moment, it didn't matter and I slowly began to finger fuck my darling
little angel.
   With my middle finger as far inside her as it would go and softly
caressing her spongy pad of blood-engorged flesh inside, I shifted my thumb
to her clitty and began to stimulate her both outside AND inside.  Lisa was
a nervous wreck the whole time I was having my way with her tender, chubby
body.  I didn't know for sure if she had ever permitted anyone else to
finger her vagina or diddle her clitty, but she took to it so quickly and
easily that I began to suspect that she was much more experienced than she
let on.
   Then the words that every pedophile loves to hear when his fingers are
working their magic on a little girl's body.
   "Thanks, Mark!  It feels so nice when you tickle my insides as much as
my special spot."
   "I've been wanting to tickle you inside here ever since I looked up your
dress and saw your pretty white panties, Lisa."
   "I'm glad Mark.  I was kinda feeling like you wanted to look up my dress
before a lot more than you said so.  It made my insides go all squishy when
you told me you could see up my dress and saw my panties.  I want you to
see me in my panties or even WITHOUT my panties as much as you want to."
   "We'll have to be careful, Angel.  Your mommy would get pretty mad if
she found out I was looking up your dresses at your panties."
   "Then, she'd be SUPER mad if I told her I let you push your finger up
inside my kitty, huh?"
   A cold chill ran up and down my spine, worried that I had just been set
up for a child sex sting.  When Lisa began pushing harder against my
fingers and thumb, I knew we were going to remain alone in my pool.
   For the next twenty minutes, I fingered and fondled the little girl,
enjoying the sensation of her body twitching and bucking when I filled her
insides with orgasms.  What a lovely day this turned out to be.
   We heard the pation door open and I had JUST enough time to pull my
nasty fingers away from her naked cunny and tug her bikini bottom back into
place.
   "Are you two STILL in the pool?  If I didn't know better, either you're
both fish or you just want to touch each other like lovers when I'm not
looking."
   Both Lisa and I got beet red at the same moment.
   In spite of the obvious display of guilt, Steff said little more about
that subject and sat down on the chaise lounge behind Lisa.
   Now with an audience, I wasn't going to have quite as easy an
opportunity to fondle and have oral sex with her daughter, so we played a
little longer, perfectly capable of sharing a few brief fondles without
Steff becoming aware of my illicit actions underwater.
   I knew it had to end, so I put Lisa on the edge of the concrete, got out
myself after a quick adjustment to my cock inside my trunks and dried us
both off.  As a threesome, we went back into the house and returned to the
same seats where we ate.
   "Mark, can we talk privately for a few minutes?"
   "Sure."
   "Lisa, I need to talk to Mark for a little while.  Would you please go
and watch TV for a few minutes?"
   "Okay Mommy.  I don't mind if you want Mark to yourself for a little
while, 'cause you let ME have him for a long time today."
   Lisa leaned into me and kissed my cheek, hugged my neck and jumped off
the bench and was out of the breakfast nook in a flash.  She found my
remote control and like an expert had the TV on and blaring in no time.
   "Mark, you said we could ask you anything, right?"
   "Of course!"
   "When was the last time you were alone with a woman?"
   Her question took me completely by surprize.  I thought I knew where she
was going with this, but didn't want to make any obvious assumptions or
make it any easier for her.
   "In what context?  I've been alone with LOTS of women, but I need you to
clarify what you mean."
   "When was the last time you were in bed with one?"
   "A few years ago.  Before that, a little over ten years."
   She looked at me with a quizzical look and then did the math in her
head. Her eyes flew open wide and it almost looked like she was going to
slap the crap out of me.
   "You had SEX with a NINE YEAR OLD?"
   "NO!!!  You asked me when I was in bed with a woman and I answered
honestly, but I NEVER had sex with my little Lisa when I took care of her.
My hormones tried desperately to convince me it was a good IDEA, but I knew
better."
   I didn't like lying to her about EVER having sex with my darling little
angel, but it wouldn't have mattered to her that my first Lisa's mom had
given me permission to take her virginity on the hospital bed just before
she died.
   "Then, you haven't been intimate with ANY woman since then?"
   "Not when I took care of Lisa and not since I went on a long camping
trip in the mountains."
   She squinted her eyes at me and I could tell she had doubts about my
integrity.
   "Guys?"
   "HELL NO!  I don't swing that way!"
   "You're trying to convince me that you NEVER had sex with Lisa?"
   "I'm not trying to convince you of ANYTHING.  You asked me a question
and I've answered it."
   "Mark, please don't get the wrong idea, but are you still a virgin?"
   "No I'm not.  I just haven't had a lot of sex, that's all."
   "Then why are you so attracted to me and Lisa?  You seem like the kind
of guy that's very comfortable with women sexually and VERY confident. 
That just doesn't fit with the profile of a man that hasn't had a lot of
sex with a woman."
   "Just because I haven't had years of sexual experience with a woman
doesn't mean that I don't like to hold, touch or look at them.  I just
never felt it necessary to have a random sexual relationship with one.  I
know this sounds perverted, but I told myself that I was going to save
myself for Lisa and I've tried to stick to my guns since she passed away.
When I find the right girl, I'll know and then I'll satisfy my need for sex
with her as often as I can."
   I'm glad she didn't press me for more details when I chose to use the
term 'girl' instead of 'woman'.
   "How do you know if you'll still like it?"
   "I may not have had a LOT of sex, but I know how good it feels."
   I gave her a naughty smile and she eventually got the idea.
   "I kind of figured that most people took care of their own 'business' if
they didn't want to catch something from a casual affair.  I've been so
afraid to even THINK about satisfying my urges with another man, since I
could get some disgusting disease from somebody that didn't have the good
sense to use any protection."
   "I know you may not quite understand Steff, but since I lost my little
Lisa, I never really felt it necessary to have unbound and unrestricted sex
with another woman, since Lisa provides everything I need mentally.  I have
a VERY vivid imagination."
   "My Gosh!  You'd HAVE to!"
   "Don't get me wrong.  I love to go to gentleman's clubs and have a good
looking babe sit on my lap and tell me lies while I stare at her boobs, bum
and yonni.  I just never felt like doing any more than that."
   "What if you found someone that you felt comfortable enough to try it
with for a long time?  What would she have to say to talk you into it?"
   "The truth?"
   "Of course Mark!"
   "Ask."
   "Ask?"
   I looked deep into her eyes with an unflinching stare.  I wanted to be
asked to have sex for the first time in my life by an adult.  All the
little girls in the world that I thought other than Lisa, Amber-Lynn and
Julie weren't much of an attraction for me and all the slutty little
teenagers that teased me all during high school never took the time to even
find out IF I was interested in sex.  For the first time in my adult life,
I was looking forward to being propositioned.
   Steff blushed and looked down at her lap, feeling naked for the first
time since she dawned her tiny bikini.  She then realized that there was
nothing to be ashamed of, since she was now 'available' and had no reason
to fear me.  I had nearly been celibate my entire life and was nice enough
to her and her daughter that she had become more interested in me than she
thought she might.  Her courage built until she raised her eyes to mine and
in a very stern and direct manner, she asked me.
   "Mark, would you make love to me?"
   "Steff, I'd love to.  I've been hungry for you since the moment I saw
you in that bikini.  I just didn't want to make you feel cheap or slutty by
making lewd or disgusting comments about how damn sexy you look with almost
nothing on.  Your body is so fine that I'd crawl across a mile of broken
glass just to nibble on your gorgeous bum for an hour."
   She closed her eyes and leaned her head back slightly, keenly aware of
the stirrings between her legs and in her tummy.  Her voice softened
slightly as she asked me with her eyes still closed.
   "What about all night?"
   "About a mile and a half . . .  "
   She opened her eyes, smiled and poked me in the stomach with one finger.
   "I was hoping for at least TWO miles."
   "Okay, maybe a mile and three quarters."
   "Mark, I hope I don't scare you by saying this, but I think I love you."
   "THAT doesn't scare me.  What scares me is the fact that I've been in
love with both you and your lovely daughter for hours.  I told myself a
long time ago that I'd NEVER fall in love again and now that I'm head over
heels in love with both of you, I'm not sure what to do next."
   "What about a nice long hug?"
   "I told you that you didn't have to ask Steff.  But now that you mention
it, I sure would like to be hugged by an almost naked gorgeous fox right
now.  Know where I could find one?"
   "You're looking at her sport!"
   "Come here then!"
   We wrapped our arms around each other and pressed our lips together in a
passionate kiss like none other.  We munched on each other's lips for the
next few minutes until we heard a little giggle to my left.
   Lisa!
   When we broke our kiss, we both felt like we had been caught by Steff's
mother while kissing on the back porch.  Both of us turned a brilliant
crimson, embarrassed at the prospect of being seen kissing like that.
   "How long have you been standing there, Squirt?"
   "A little while.  I like it when you kiss my mommy.  My daddy used to
kiss her like that, and I could tell she really needed a nice kiss.  I just
wish 'I' could get one."
   Steff and I looked at each other somewhat amazed that Lisa would express
such a grown-up sentiment.  Then Steff shocked me.
   "Mark, would you mind giving her a little kiss?"
   "No!  But I reserve judgement to limit how long I'll kiss her.  I don't
imagine you'd want me kissing her just like I kissed you."
   "You're right!"
   "About what?"
   "You ARE a perv!"
   Her smile indicated at least partial humor, but I'm sure she could tell
I really wanted to kiss Lisa just like I had kissed her.
   "Mommy, can I kiss Mark, just a little?"
   "Sure!  Go ahead, but if he starts sticking his tongue down your throat,
I might just have to stop him.  I don't want him practicing on you when I'm
right here and ready."
   "Ee-uuuuuuuuww!  That sounds GROSS!"
   "Then maybe you better not kiss him, 'cause he likes to tickle with his
tongue too."
   Not wanting to miss a good opportunity to keep her rockets going, I
wanted to throw out a live grenade and see what Steff would do with it.
   "In LOTS of places . . .  "
   After two seconds, she realized what I meant and I could tell she got
the inference, because as soon as the mental image was completely formed in
her mind, she clamped her legs together and instinctively pushed her hand
between her thighs and pushed hard against her cunny.  Her clitoris must
have ached to be caressed and fingered by someone other than herself and
tongued by a professional, or at least an expert.  She just didn't have the
courage to ask anyone else up until now.
   "Well, if he wants to tickle me with his tongue, then I don't mind."
   Lisa remembered what it felt like when I was tickling her cunny while we
were in the pool and wanted to make sure I knew she liked it a lot.  She
secretly wanted her mommy to know that I had already been tickling her
inside her swimsuit.  I felt completely inadequate!  These two were teasing
me openly and were enjoying it tremendously.
   "You ladies better stop.  I might get the idea that you would want to
share me in more ways than just a few nice hugs."
   Steff knew just what to say to keep my mind flying.
   "Sounds like a good idea.  What do you think Lisa?  Would you mind
sharing Mark with me, as long as I had first dibs?"
   "No!  I'd LIKE to share him with you Mommy.  It'd be fun!"
   Okay!  If they want to play this game, then THREE can play.
   "Alrighty then!  I guess it's time for me to kiss my 'little' girlfriend
first and then kiss my 'big' girlfriend a lot longer after that."
   With no rejection messages being broadcast across the room, I knew that
I had permission to exercise my wishes.
   I reached out to Lisa and pulled her toward me, hooking my finger in the
front of her top between the tiny bumps of her titties.  Once she was close
enough to hug, I let go of her swimsuit and wrapped my left arm around her
shoulder, leaned her hard to the left as if I had just caught her before
falling and clamped onto her like I had plans to sweep her off her feet as
I kissed her.
   She never flinched or rebuked my advances and Steff watched anxiously as
she held my right hand against her left thigh.  If she would just have held
it a little higher, I could have tickled her nubbin' like I did with Lisa
earlier.
   I gently pressed my lips to Lisa's and let her dictate the level of
sensual contact.  She didn't move her lips or mouth and we just held our
lips against each other, motionless.  After ten seconds, I pulled back and
looked her straight in the eyes.
   "Mommy?  He didn't stick his tongue in my mouth like you said he would.
Did I do something wrong?"
   I turned and looked at Steff as she continued to hold and squeeze my
right hand.
   "No Sweetie, you didn't do anything wrong.  It's just that Mark is a
little reluctant to kiss you like he did me, because you're still a little
girl and he's afraid I would bash his head in if he got romantic or wanted
to start teaching you how to kiss properly.  When he gets comfortable
enough, he'll kiss you right."
   "But why can't he kiss me the right way NOW?"
   "You'll have to ask HIM Honey.  Maybe he's afraid to start kissing you
like that because it reminds him of how he used to kiss his FIRST little
Lisa."
   Lisa looked concerned and wanted to know if my reluctance to kiss her
was because of my first little lover.
   "Mark, are you still sad because you lost your other Lisa?"
   "Well, yes I am.  But your mommy is right.  I am a little reluctant to
just start kissing you as if you were a BIG girl like her."
   "I AM a big girl.  Just not as big as my mommy yet."
   "Well, I'm still a little uncomfortable kissing you like that.  Maybe we
should wait a little while before I start to treat you like I treat your
mommy."
   "Lisa, Mark's right.  Let's give him a little more time before we start
demanding more from him, okay?"
   "Okay, but not very long!  I want to learn how to kiss proper!"
   "Honey?  I still need to talk to Mark for a little while longer.  Would
you mind going back and watching TV for a few more minutes and this time,
wait until we call you before you come back and peek."
   "Ohhh-Kayyyy.  I'll go, but you're probably just gonna start kissing him
again and I'll NEVER learn how then . . .  "
   "SCOOT!"
   "Okay . . .  "
   She left us alone once again and turned the TV down so she could sit
within twenty feet.  It wasn't until then that I realized she had never
intended to watch it after all the first time.  Clever little girl!
   "Steff?  I need to ask you some questions.  May I?"
   "You can ask me anything you want.  I promise I'll answer as honestly as
I can."
   "How old were you when Lisa was born?"
   "Seventeen."
   "So that makes you twenty six?"
   "It shouldn't have been THAT hard to do that in your head?"
   Her humor was starting to show and I genuinely enjoyed her sparkiness.
   "How old was Kurt?"
   "When Lisa was born or when he died?"
   "When she was born."
   "Thirty eight and I know what you're thinking.  It 'IS' true that I
always liked older men, but Kurt wasn't some kind of pervert or pedophile
with me.  Well . . .  he wasn't a NASTY guy.  The fact that he liked to
spend a lot of time with me . . .  our relationship developed over a long
period of time and he NEVER 'made' me do anything that was improper.  It
started out quite innocently, since he was my dancing coach when I was
eight years old.  He was always so sweet to me and all the other girls in
our dance class.  After a while, most of the girls changed their mind about
dancing, but I stuck with it, partly because I love to show off and partly
because of Kurt.  After a while, he started to hold me a little more and a
little tighter than he first did and I started teasing him by pressing my
body against his more and more until finally when I was twelve, he kissed
me for the first time.  At first, I thought I would melt he kissed so good.
But it was the first time a guy ever REALLY tried to kiss me properly and I
had no idea what to expect.  After a while, we started to sneak away from
dance class early and go to his apartment for a few minutes and just talk
and kiss a little.  Then after a couple of days he started to touch me in
different places that ached to be touched and before long, he took my
leotard off and was licking me all over my titties and my pussy.  After
that, he asked my parents if he could drive me home instead of my mom or
dad coming to get me, since he wanted to 'train' me for a little while
longer each day.  My folks thought it was a great idea and told him it was
okay, so we started to spend less and less time at the dance academy and
more time at his apartment."
   She stopped for a few seconds and blushed.
   "My Gosh!  I can't believe I'm telling you all this, but I feel the
compelling need to get it off my chest."
   "It's okay Steff, go ahead!"
   "Within a month, he showed me how to go down on him so we could both do
it together . . .  you know . . .  '69'.  We didn't do more than that for
the next two years.  It felt so good that I would have been satisfied just
with THAT.  By the time I was fourteen, he had convinced me to start to
experiment with a vibrating dildo.  First, a really small one, then a
bigger one and so on until finally I was using one that was about his size.
He didn't pop my cherry, but then nobody did.  It happened when I fell off
my bike and hit the stem of the handlebars before I was Lisa's age.  It
hurt like hell and I'm glad he didn't do it.  It would have been awful for
him to break my hymen during sex."
   Steff paused and looked into my eyes for additional confirmation.
   "Are you sure you want to hear all this?"
   "Absolutely!  The only way I'm going to get to know you is to learn all
about your past experiences.  Now, please continue . . .  "
   She kept shifting my right hand further up her thigh until I could feel
her hip with the back of my fingers, the tips of my fingers no more than
half an inch away from her excited clitty.
   "On my sixteenth birthday, he asked my mom and dad if he could take me
out on my first date and asked them which one of them wanted to go with us.
Both of my folks didn't have time to join us and trusted him emough to let
Kurt take me by himself.  I knew what he had planned and looked forward to
it for a VERY long time.  After we ate dinner at a nice Italian restaurant
. . ."
   ". . .  MY GOSH!  It was the same restaurant that YOU took Lisa and me
to!"
   "Anyway, after dinner, he took me to his apartment and undressed me so
slow I almost got mad.  He took me into his bedroom and had me stand on his
bed.  When I was standing in front of him naked, he just stood back and
walked around the bed, looking at me for the longest time, admiring me all
over from every angle.  I felt like a young goddess, he seemed to be
worshipping me as he smiled and stared at me.  He finally started to touch
me all over and before long, we were locked in another '69' for an hour. 
When he gave me at least four orgasms, I told him I needed him and he
turned me around and asked me if I was sure I was ready.  I loved him so
much because he was so thoughtful and considerate for a pedophile.  I
convinced him that I WAS ready and we made love for the rest of the
evening. It was wonderful!  After that, we started to make plans to get
married and within six months I missed my first period and found out I was
pregnant.  We weren't as careful as we should have been and my parents went
absolutely ballistic!  At first, they wanted to call the cops and have him
arrested, but then, what would THEY do with a pregnant sixteen year old? 
He convinced them that he really DID love me and wanted to marry me, so
they made all the arrangements.  We were married within a month.  I moved
into his apartment and we were never apart for more than a few hours until
he died.  After Lisa was born, I got on the pill and we never stopped
having sex until the night before the buildings fell down.  I knew he was
happy with me, even though I don't have big titties like a lot of other
women, and he was constantly touching me and playing with my body every
day."
   She hesitated for a few seconds and then looked up into my eyes.
   "Mark, I need to tell you something else and I don't EVER want you to
tell Lisa.  Agreed?"
   "Sure!  Go ahead."
   I suspected I knew what she was going to admit Kurt had been doing since
Lisa was a baby, and waited as my woody throbbed in my shorts.
   "Up until Lisa was three, he liked to play with her and take pictures of
her."
   "Sounds pretty normal to me!?!"
   "MARK!  Wait!  He liked to play with her and take pictures of her . . .
when she was NAKED.  He stopped touching her when she turned three, because
she was starting to ask questions and make comments to us in public
settings about when the next time her daddy was gonna tickle her and make
her insides feel good.  It was about that time that Lisa almost died on the
hospital table.  After she came back to us, he decided not to have his way
with her and focused all of his sexual needs on me.  He would have gotten
into LOTS of trouble if anyone found out and NOBODY 'WILL' FIND OUT, WILL
THEY?"
   "Of course not!  What you two agreed upon with your own child is none of
mine, or anybody's business.  As long as you didn't hurt her or make her do
anything that she didn't want to, then what's the big deal?"
   "Then, you're not upset that I let him fondle and molest her when she
was a baby?"
   "He wasn't molesting her, Steff.  He was touching and playing with her
in a VERY loving way.  There is absolutely NOTHING wrong with that, AT
ALL!"
   Steff knew the instant I agreed with Kurt's assessment that naked little
girls were fair game for soft touches and tongue tickles too.
   "You touched and played with your first Lisa, didn't you?"
   "Yes I did.  And I NEVER hurt her or made her do anything that she
didn't want to."
   "But you said you never had sex with her . . .  "
   "I didn't when I was taking care of her!  I wanted to, but I just
couldn't.  Oh sure, I touched her all over her body, including her
beautiful little bum and cunny and she learned at a very early age how to
give me an EXCELLENT blow job, but I NEVER made her do anything that she
didn't want to.  In fact, she was more curious about her body and mine than
I was and she always seemed to be coaxing me into doing something rather
naughty whenever we were alone."
   "It seems you and Kurt had more in common that I realized."
   "What do you mean?"
   "I've seen the way you've been looking at MY Lisa and I can tell you'd
just LOVE to see her naked and touch her pretty little pussy, wouldn't you?
Be honest Mark.  I won't tolerate anything but direct, brutal honesty."
   I sat nervously as she gripped my hand, preventing me from getting away
if the answer wasn't satisfactory.  I knew I had to tell her the truth and
now was as good a time as any.  If she left me now, it wouldn't hurt so
much.
   I looked down at my lap, my woody having deflated to nothing and then
back up to her eyes.  If I was going to tell the truth, I was going to do
it with pride.
   "Yes I would!  I've been lusting after your little girl since the moment
I saw her this morning.  When I looked up her dress and saw her panties and
stockings, I almost had the stupid idea of grabbing her and having my way
with her perfect little body.  I had the good sense to restrict my
activities to just looking for a minute and then found myself staring too
long, so I told her to close her legs and take away my view of Heaven."
   She sat motionless, expressionless.  I could feel beads of sweat start
forming on my forehead and upper lip.  I wasn't sure WHAT she was going to
do.
   She knew just how long to make me stew in my perverted thoughts before
she would say anything.  She could have been a prosecuting attorney for the
federal courthouse!
   "I'm glad you didn't lie to me just now.  I'm also glad you didn't try
anything this morning and waited until she felt comfortable enough with you
this afternoon so you could munch on her bikini covered pussy in the pool."
   "YOU KNEW?"
   "Mark?  How could I have missed all the signals?  After all, 'I' was the
object of Kurt's attentions for YEARS before he tried anything.  You
couldn't even wait a DAY before you had your finger in the front of her
bathing suit, rubbing her precious little puddy and teaching her all about
the wonderful world of sexual pleasure.  Her daddy may have gotten her
started when she was a baby, but you seem to have a strong interest in
teaching her everything she needs to know now that she's a big girl."
   "You're not upset?  I thought you'd go absolutely ballistic if you ever
found out that I touched her like that."
   "I'd be quite the hypocrit then, now wouldn't I?  As long as she enjoys
what you're doing, and you don't hurt her or force her to do anything that
she's not ready for, then you have my permission to touch her as much as
you want to.  Just be discrete and keep your actions limited to within the
confines of your house or our apartment.  I don't want to have to answer a
lot of uncomfortable questions about MY relationship with Kurt, or Kurt's
frequent ventures inside his baby girl's diaper and panties, should THAT
ever come out."
   "Then, what about us?"
   "To be honest, I AM a little jealous that you'd make a move for Lisa
before you did me.  But then again, I have to remember what effect 'I' had
on Kurt when I was Lisa's age.  He was absolutely crazy for me the minute
he saw me, but because of the situation, he couldn't express his desire to
touch me or see me naked until we had developed a loving relationship.  As
far as I'm concerned, I'd really appreciate it if we can have just as full
a sexual relationship as you do with Lisa.  The only difference would be
the fact that we'd be having sex at least three or four times a day and I'm
going to make you wait until Lisa asks you before you have sex with her the
first time.  By then, she should be old enough to handle what's going to
happen to her body when you start pumping her every day and night."
   "Wouldn't it be a good idea if you put her on the pill when she goes
through puberty?  I'd hate for her to start motherhood so soon after she
reaches womanhood."
   "Yeah, that does sound like a good idea.  Maybe 'I' should get on the
pill too, so we can go at it and not worry about any unexpected arrivals."
   I was completely in awe with how easily she could talk about her and her
daughter being fucked by me.  I had no reason to withhold any of my sexual
desires any longer.
   I reached forward with the tips of my fingers and began caressing the
front of her pudendum outside her bikini.  She immediately stopped talking
and looked into my eyes.
   I could feel the softness of her labia as I dipped my fingers further
between her legs, plying my fingertips between her soft folds and gently
squeezing her left and then her right pussy lips.  As soon as I could feel
where her cleft started, I began caressing and fondling her clitoris
through the material of her bikini.  She closed her eyes and opened her
mouth slightly, forming a little 'O'.  She opened her legs even wider and
granted me unrestricted access to her pussy and I took it.  I shifted my
fingers to the top edge of her bikini, which wasn't real hard since it
wasn't more than a quarter of an inch higher, and insinuated my fingers
inside, guiding them slowly back toward her clitty.
   When I first came into contact with it, she drew in a deep lung full of
air, shifting her hips slightly forward and pressed harder into my hand.  I
began working my fingers back and forth across the tip of her clitoral
hood, waiting for the right moment to pull upward and expose the pea sized
nubbin to my bare fingers.  She wasn't about to wait for very long and
worked her bikini down her hips and off her legs.
   There she sat, nude below her waist, my hand working gently but firmly
against her clitoris, her hips beginning to buck softly, beckoning me to
provide her with sexual pleasure.  The more I continued to fondle and
caress her clitty, the wider her legs got until she was sitting with her
legs almost completely open 120 degrees.  All her dance exercises had given
her tremendous flexibility and I could tell she'd be fun to fuck in ALL
sorts of positions.
   Her quiet vocalizations were sexy and encouraging.  The more I
stimulated her clitty, the higher were voice went, softly whimpering and
whining.
   "Ung-ung-ung.  Me-me.  Ohhh-yeah-yeah-yeah.  There, right there, just a
little harder Mark.  Ooooo.  Yesssssss.  God I've needed this for soo-oo-oo
long.  Mmmm, YESSS, theh-theh-there."
   I wanted to provide her with the ultimate clitty thrill ride, so while I
was rubbing her nubbin, I got down on the floor between her legs and slowly
worked my face right next to my fingers.  Before she realized it, I was
tongue first between her legs and had replaced my fingers with my lingual
pickle.
   She immediately grabbed the back of my head with both hands and pulled
as hard as she could, almost breaking my nose as she tugged with all her
might.
   Then, as quietly as I have EVER heard a woman do it, even in fuck films,
she thrust her hips back and forth into my face in sharp, staccato
movements, as if she was being jabbed over and over with short bursts of
electricity from behind.  I never let her come down and kept working my
tongue against her now overly stimulated clitoris with the letters of the
alphabet.  Her orgasm seemed to last for an hour and she took every letter
twice before she finally bent her body forward and started to squeeze me
with her gorgeous legs.
   Even though she wanted me to stop, she never pushed my head away or made
a sound.  In fact, she kept pulling my head into her pussy as long as I
kept tonguing her.  It was almost a battle to see who would give up first
and I certainly wasn't going to back down now, even if Lisa walked back
into the room and stood right behind or beside me.
   That's exactly what happened, in spite of her mother's request to the
opposite.
   Lisa stood by my left side, quietly watching her mother thrash around
gently against my face.  She was much more grown up about the whole affair
than I EVER expected a nine year old to act.  She just stood patiently next
to me until she was acknowledged by her mother.
   Steff opened her eyes and saw her baby girl watching me pleasure her
mother.  Instead of reacting with disgust or shame, Steff smiled and took
pride in her little girl's curiosity about her mommy's need for sexual
fulfillment.  To further prove to Lisa just how comfortable Steff was with
her next to me, she moved her right hand clumbsily to Lisa's left hip and
pushed her fingers into the material, trying to tug the material down and
off her body.
   The ties at her waist prevented Lisa's bikini from coming off, so the
little girl reached to both of her shoulders and worked her top down far
enough so her bottom could now be removed.  Steff pulled her swim suit
completely down and Lisa stepped out of it, returning the little girl to my
side completely naked.
   I kept working my tongue against Steff's clitty in a constant
bombardment of letters and numbers while Lisa stood next to me, her mother
gently fondling and caressing her little girl's cunny as her OWN body was
being bombarded with minute after minute of constant and absolutely
thrilling tickles.  Lisa shifted her feet slightly and opened her legs a
little wider, holding her mommy's hand and pulling it into her pussy with
increasing force.  Steff began to massage and squeeze Lisa's little nubbin
until even SHE started to buck softly in her mother's hands.
   Steff finally had enough of a tongue lashing and used her free hand to
gently work my face away from her now abused clitty, her orgasmic
convulsions working from her hips through her body even after my tongue was
absent.
   "Ngg-uhhhh.  My GOD!  I've NEVER had one like THAT before.  Even with
KURT!  Mark, you need to know that I'm planning on having you do that
everyday from now on.  I don't care what it costs or what you want me to
do, I NEED for you to give me at least ONE of those everyday for the rest
of my life."
   "Mommy?  Can Mark tickle ME now?"
   "Are you sure Baby?  It will make you feel like your insides are on
fire!"
   "Please mommy?  Can Mark do that to me?"
   "Okay Baby.  But you'll need to lay down first so you can be
comfortable. Let's go to Mark's bedroom so we can ALL lay down for a little
while so he can take care of your pretty little pussy."
   Steff couldn't coordinate her legs at first, but with a little help from
Lisa and me, she was able to regain her composure and strength in little
over a minute.  As we walked to my bedroom, I undid Steff's top and let it
fall helplessly to the floor halfway down the hall.  Then I felt a little
pair of hands working my shorts down and they hit the floor just inside the
bedroom door.  We pulled the covers back and fell onto the bed in one big
'FLOP', our bodies coming together almost perfectly, Lisa on top of my
chest and Steff next to me on my right side.  Steff immediately grabbed my
woody and gave it a nice tight squeeze, the first time in many months that
ANY woman or little girl ever touched my dick.
   "Would you like me to tickle you now squirt?"
   "PLEASE?"
   I shifted her into an upright, seated position just below my chin and
pulled her forward until her pudendum was up against my mouth.  With her
chubby legs alongside my head, her vulva was completely open to me and I
now explored her pussy for the second time today.  She held the top of my
head and worked her fingers through my hair, enjoying her pink pickle ride
immensely.
   Before long, Steff had shifted her position so she was in a '69'
position next to me and pushed my throbbing cock into her mouth.  She
worked on me very slowly, wanting to keep me hard and useful for quite a
while.
   As I began to focus my ministrations on Lisa's clitty, she repeated what
her mother had done for me and gently bucked over my face as her next
orgasm approached.
   Just before it hit her, she leaned over my face and lay down hugging the
top of my head, her thighs holding her centered over my mouth and her hands
gripping my hair.  Then she started to convulse almost violently, her tiny
body being racked with wave after wave of sexual energy.  I didn't press
into her nubbin as hard as I had worked on Steff's clitty, but it was
certainly hard enough to give the little nine year old a memorable first
orgasm with me as we lay naked next to her mother.
   I tried to keep her orgasm flowing inside her as long as possible, until
her mother heard her begin to whimper quite loudly.  Since my ears were
being clamped closed by my little lover's thighs, I couldn't hear ANYTHING!
Steff removed her mouth from my dick and sat up, watching her baby girl
gyrate over my head, whimpering, almost crying.
   That's when she tapped me on my chest and nonverbally communicated my
need to discontinue her daughter's first openly orgasmic sexual encounter
with her soon-to-be new daddy.
   I stopped working my tongue all over my little girl's nubbin and just
gently licked and kissed her cunny from top to bottom, delving deep into
her vagina with my tongue as she rested on top of my head.  When Steff
could tell that I was going to provide Lisa with a little relief, she
returned to my cock and slowly thrust her mouth all the way to my pubic
bone and back to the tip.  She kept up this slow, enjoyable motion for the
next thirty minutes, again until she couldn't wait any longer.  She let my
dick go with a loud 'POP', sat up next to me and caressed Lisa's back.
   "Babydoll, can I please have Mark for a little bit.  Your mommy needs to
have him make love to her right now, okay?"
   Lisa tried in vain to get off my face and I completely enjoyed her
futile attempts.  After three tries, I finally couldn't stop smiling and
let out a little chuckle.
   "I think I may have also gotten Lisa's attention Steff.  She seems to
have enjoyed her first moustache ride immensely."
   "I'll say!  She hasn't looked this happy since she got her first Barbie
doll set, including her car and house."
   Lisa finally was able to roll to my left, landing in a fleshy heap on
her side, smiling profusely.
   "Well, Babydoll?  What do you want to say?"
   "Thank you Daddy!  I want you to do that to me right after you do my
mommy every day!  Please tell me you'll tickle me like that everyday Daddy,
please?"
   "I'll do it with you AND your mommy as often as you'd like Honey."
   She reached over to my head with her left hand and gently caressed the
left side of my face.
   "Thank you Daddy!  I love you Daddy!"
   "I love you too, Lisa."
   I turned to face Steff.
   "I love you too Steff and if it's okay with you, I want to marry you as
soon as I can."
   She thrust her body against mine, spinning around so fast I never saw
her do it.
   "Oh God, Mark.  I NEVER thought I would love someone ever again, but you
have proved me wrong.  I love you more than I could have imagined.  I'm a
little ashamed that I feel that way about you after having visited Kurt's
grave this morning."
   "Don't be ashamed for even a second!  I seem to have the impression that
Kurt would have wanted you to find someone that would love both you and
Lisa and be happy for the rest of your lives here on Earth."
   "I hope so.  I'd hate to think he was watching me right now, naked and
about to have sex with you in front of our little girl, mad at me or
jealous that you were the one that was taking care of HIS girls."
   "I don't know how to explain this Steff, but I get the feeling that both
my little Lisa and your Kurt are very happy that we found each other today.
I just wish there was a way we could know for sure."
   I had finally found my woman and my little girl and I was going to do
whatever it took to keep them for the rest of my life!
   Steff looked into my eyes and began to move over my legs, staring
intently into my face as she shifted higher and higher.  Looking almost
terrified, she lifted her right leg and sat down onto my hips less than
three inches from my throbbing dick, Lisa looking on and smiling almost as
big as I was.  In a smooth maneuver, Steff angled my cock toward her cunny
and wiggled the remaining few inches until she was sitting right over my
dick, her hand pulled away as soon as her mons was over mine.
   Her shakey smile told me more than she realized, her fears about having
sex for the first time in over two years causing her tremendous
trepidation, but there was no stopping her now.  I was hard, slick and
ready and she wasn't going to miss this opportunity.
   Looking straight into my eyes and with her mouth forming a small 'O',
she lifted her hips up and let my cock slide up from behind her until it
was perfectly positioned to enter her sopping cunny.  The moment we felt
the head of my dick come to rest between her vulva and in the correct
location for our next move, she sank all the way down until her hairless
cunny was being mushed against my furry pubic rise.
   The deeper I went, the wider her mouth opened until I was all the way
inside her.  Now nestled as far as I could go, which actually hurt her
inside because of the difference in our overall sizes, she took a deep
breath and began to hump me slowly.  It felt so good to make love to her,
especially in front of Lisa.
   I knew we were meant for each other the moment I was all the way inside
her, because her clitty was in the correct location each time our bodies
were completely joined for it to be stimulated.  Every downward thrust
against my hips produced a sharp electric jolt inside her body, her clitty
stimulating her hormones to try it again and again.
   When I saw her react each time she sank down onto me, I realized I could
give her something that she might have NEVER had before.  At least, that's
what my pride wanted me to believe.
   The moment I was as far inside her as I could go, I shifted around under
her so her clitty was rubbed and caressed, making her jump and suck in a
deep lung full of air.  It got to be so exciting to stimulate her like that
so I improved my technique each time I bottomed out into her pussy.
   Before long, she was whimpering in a high pitched voice and stuttering
when her nubbin' was being softly tortured by my physical contact.  To send
her over the edge, I began to play with her little titties and nipples with
one hand while I used my fingers and thumb of the other to finish her
clitty off.  When her orgasm hit her this time, she was almost screaming.
   She tried unsuccessfully five times to lift herself off my dick when the
fullness of her orgasm filled her pussy but I would have no part of her
need to break contact, lifting my hips higher and higher until she was
being supported by my body, my butt off the bed.  At the height of her
orgasm, I let go inside her, filling her with more goo than I had ever
produced before, even inside Amber-Lynn and Julie's bums.
   Steff finally couldn't take it anymore and collapsed onto my chest, her
thighs quivering and her stomach twitching with involuntary nervous
convulsions.  She was totally spent for the first time in her life and
there was nothing that she would deny me from now on.
   While she lay on top of me, her body still wracked with bucking stutters
and her insides completely spent, I maintained a steady upward push,
wanting our joining to last as long as it could.  We stayed connected for
about ten minutes, both of us panting out of breath and more satisfied than
we wanted to admit.
   Lisa finally grew impatient and worked her naked form next to me, urging
me to free at least one of my hands so she could enjoy at least a LITTLE of
my sexual talents.  As I continued to softly thrust back and forth inside
her mother, I used my fingers to explore Lisa's plump, hairless cunny,
eventually being wordlessly requested to give my new little girl another
orgasm.
   While Steff was recovering from her most intense sexual experience in
her life, since Kurt anyway, Lisa's moans were growing in volume and pitch
until she began whimpering again, her mouth and eyes tightly closed, trying
to contain the wonderful sensations by not allowing any noises leak out. 
To make this scene that much more erotic, Steff shifted to the side
slightly, still connected, and helped Lisa climb back onto my face.
   The little girl knew immediately where she needed to be, her left leg
swinging over my head and her puddin' pressing right over my mouth, my
tongue once again lovingly torturing my angel with as much fervor as I had
her mother before.  I even retraced each letter of the alphabet on her nine
year old clitty, TWICE, before she convulsed wildly over my head.
   Now much more satisfied, she relaxed and let the fullness of her new
daddy's gift travel throughout her body, laying down over my face and
covering me with a soft, fleshy mask.  I fondled both of their bodies,
inside and out for the next hour.  Neither of them asked for me to stop, so
I just kept going, and going, and going, and . . .
   It was some time around three in the morning that I felt the undeniable
need to empty my bladder and tried to get out of bed.  Hard to do with a
full grown woman holding on with both arms and legs from behind while her
nine year old daughter was pushing backward against my chest on the other
side of the bed.  It took me a minute to untangle myself from their arms
and legs, but I finally managed to make it to the bathroom in time to hit
the commode.
   Oh, it felt good to pee that night!  My poor dick was sore and limp. 
Man did that feel wonderful!
   Knowing from previous experience that little girls often needed relief
during the night, I returned to my bed, lifted Lisa into my arms and
carried her to the bathroom, helping her to sleepily empty her bladder as
well.  With a few very well placed caresses after she was done, I took her
back to bed and convinced Steff that she should take advantage of any
assistance while it was being offered.  Neither of my sleeping partners
seemed even the SLIGHTEST interested in waking up long enough to thank me
for my efforts.
   With the commode flushed, I headed back to bed.  Ahhhh!  Which body
would I like to push my throbbing willy against THIS time?  My dilema was
answered for me.
   "Daddy?  Lay with me."
   I extended my arms and legs over Lisa's body and returned to my previous
location, this time, Lisa wanting to lay chest to chest.  She shouldn't
have encouraged me like that, because I immediately felt her thighs grant
me passage, my dick pushing hard against her soft vulva the instant our
bodies came together.
   I knew it was the right thing to do, because I heard Lisa giggle softly
and felt her push against me with her hips.  To make matters worse, she
opened her legs and used her hands to rearrange my woody until the tip of
my glans was pushing against the opening of her vagina.  I knew I wasn't
going to be able to enter her, but Lisa didn't!
   Like the little trooper she was becoming, she kept working me harder and
harder into her soft slit until I felt the head slip inside her.  I know I
should have stopped her from trying, but had no interest in preventing what
I knew she was going to do with my cock whether I was awake or asleep.  She
was incredibly tight, much more than my first Lisa, Amber-Lynn or Julie. 
It wasn't because of my incredible size, but because of her level of
excitement.  When she started to relax slightly, aware that I wasn't going
to stop her, her vagina permitted my entry more easily, my dick travelling
further and further inside her sweet honey box until our hips were pressing
together.
   Now nestled all the way inside a nine year old, I felt as though my dick
had found its new home.  Neither Lisa nor I flailed away like Steff and I
did earlier.  She preferred that our first joining be a slow and sedate
affair, one that would last for hours instead of minutes.  She only moved
sparingly, wanting the sensation of my cock inside her pussy to last well
into the night.
   It was some time about an hour later that I felt Steff reach around my
hip and push her hand between us, her fingers exploring just how tightly
her husband to be and daughter were joined.  Once she determined that my
dick was inside her little girl's cunny, she gave my balls a slow and
loving squeeze and shifted her mouth to my ear.
   "Is she tight?"
   "VERY!"
   "Who do I need to scold in the morning?"
   "I think you better scold ME for permitting this.  I know I shouldn't
have allowed my willy to go wandering around between her chubby legs, but
didn't stop her from doing what you told me to wait for until she was at
least a little older."
   "Lisa coaxed you?"
   "Mmmm HMMMM!"
   "Okay.  Then enjoy yourself and try to get some sleep.  We've got a lot
to talk about in the morning.  Just . . .  don't enjoy yourself TOO much,
or I'll get really jealous."
   When Steff tugged at my right shoulder, I thought I knew what she
wanted, so I held Lisa tight to my body and rolled her on top of me,
Steff's hand still cupping my balls.  The moment we came to rest, I felt my
cockend push all the way inside her womb, my little girl twitching and
sucking in a deep breath.
   "You okay munchkin?"
   "MMMMMMMMM!!!  That feels GOOD!"
   Steff immediately shifted her hand to the other side of my dick, pushing
her fingers up against her daughter's clitty and softly massaging it.  With
each passing second, Lisa increased the pressure against my cock and began
to softly hump me up and down.  I took a very passive roll as Lisa and her
mother provided me with something that I could only have DREAMED of before
tonight.
   Here, in my very own bed, I was fucking a nine year old, laying right
next to her own mother, and her mother was softly frigging her little
girl's clitty, stimulating her enough to produce a very well deserved
coital orgasm for her daughter.  Of course, I was enjoying the sensation of
this preteen thrust up and down on my cock as her convulsions started and
continued for the next half hour.  I finally couldn't take it anymore and
began kissing Lisa, playing with her naked bum with my left hand while I
masturbated her mother with my right.  I needed to fuck this little girl
badly and fill her insides with my nasty goo.
   The moment Lisa peaked again, I unloaded right into her womb, Steff
grabbing my right hand and pulling it hard into her slick cunny, my index
finger and thumb locked tightly around her clitty.  The constant pressure
of my grip and the circular motions of my digits filled the little girl's
mother with just as much relief as her daughter.  Now spent, I kept my dick
inside Lisa and pushed as hard as I could, melding my body with hers and
feeling the erotic sensation of the tip of my dick pressing all the way
inside the little nine year old.
   I stayed hard inside Lisa until morning, gently humping into her every
once in a while to keep myself firm and worth the little girl's efforts. 
In spite of all the contributions I had made to her insides, she never let
anything escape her tight orifice, my sheets dry when I finally woke up.
   When the fog cleared and I could finally see, I turned and saw Steff
leaning on her left elbow and looking at me, caressing Lisa's naked bum. 
When I turned forward, I saw Lisa looking at me as well, a huge grin on her
face.
   I kissed Lisa first and then turned to Steff, kissing her much more
passionately.  We stayed locked mouth to mouth for a couple of minutes,
exchanging our love without saying a word.
   "Let's all get cleaned up and then have some breakfast."
   "Okay Mark.  Then, after that, we need to talk."
   I felt my gut tighten and it must have showed.
   "It's okay Mark.  I'm not mad."
   I looked deeply into Steff's eyes and tried to gauge what our
conversation was going to be about, but couldn't possibly imagine what was
on her mind.  I'd just have to wait.
   Our shower together was much less sexual than I thought it might be,
gentle hands carefully washing over tender areas without intentionally
inducing discomfort or stimulation.  As if we had been naked together for
years, the girls pranced around my bathroom without a thing on as they
brushed their teeth and hair, hugging me lovingly and exchanging brief
kisses after each accomplishment.
   Breakfast was also a carefree and spirited affair, tickles, giggling,
and hugs provided without concern for previously held prudish beliefs about
being naked in front of me.
   Everything was finally cleaned up and put away when Steff held my hand
and called a short family meeting, sitting on my couch with Lisa on my lap
and Steff next to my left leg.
   "Mark?  I need to set some groundrules for our relationship, okay?"
   "Sure Steff."
   "First.  I'm glad you had sex with my daughter when I was laying next to
you, instead of doing it with her in private, hiding around the corner or
trying to avoid me altogether.  I knew you wouldn't be able to resist her
soft pussy once she coaxed you enough and have no animosity for you in any
way.  It's much better now that I know YOU'RE gonna have sex with her
rather than some inconsiderate little twerp that's only interested in a
quick lay and keeping score.  The only thing I'm going to demand is that
you treat her with as much love and tenderness as you'd treat me.  I expect
you to behave yourself in public and not make her feel like a little slut
or whore.  If you love her as much as I hope you do, then you'll respect my
wishes and keep her safe and sound.  I don't want you flaunting her in
front of your friends like some little tramp that ANYBODY can have.  She's
my little girl and if you really are gonna marry me, is gonna be YOUR
little girl too.  If I ever catch you mistreating her or coaxing her into
doing it with one of your buddies just so you can feel like a big man on
campus, I'll cut you in half with a rusty knife and watch you bleed until
your heart grows cold."
   I could actually see some anger in her eyes and knew perfectly well she
was serious.
   "She's just a little girl, Mark, and is the only thing I have left in
the whole world that Kurt gave me that means anything at all.  I won't have
you hurting her just so you can have a good time."
   She was getting so intense that Lisa got scared and had to calm her mom
down.
   "MOM!!!"
   Steff snapped out of it and lowered her eyes, realizing that she had
allowed herself to become excited and slightly animated.
   "I'm sorry Mark.  I got a little carried away."
   "That's okay Steff.  I completely understand.  It's not every mother
that permits her little girl to have sex with her husband to be, right in
front of her.  I understand your need for Lisa's safety and will never
jeopardize her well being or dignity.  What we share at home will always be
treated with respect and compassion and will not be spoken of or permitted
away from the protection of your presence.  I love Lisa as much as I love
you and will NEVER demean or humiliate her, in public or otherwise.  Both
you and Lisa mean more to me than you'll ever know.  I hope you believe me,
Steff.  I truly mean what I'm saying and understand what you've told me,
COMPLETELY!"
   "Then, you'll only have sex with her when I know about it?"
   "If that's what you want, yes."
   "What if LISA wants to have sex and I'm not around?"
   "That's something that I expect you and your daughter to work out
without my interference.  I have no intention of making demands on either
of you sexually, unless you cut me off or deny me that which I've come to
absolutely adore.  That means BOTH of you!  If you don't want me to have
sex with Lisa, then please tell me now so it's out in the open.  I don't
want you to change your mind once we get married, because it'll seem as if
you were trying to secure your future with me and then change the rules
after the wedding."
   "I don't think that'll be a problem.  As I said before, as long as
Lisa's okay with your wanting to have sex with her and she LIKES doing
everything, then I won't interfere.  She's not a baby girl anymore and
knows perfectly well that she has control over her body and who she lets
touch her and have sex with her."
   "Mommy?  I promise I'll only let daddy and you touch me and play with me
and only daddy will be able to do sex stuff inside my pussy as much as he
wants.  I like it a WHOLE lot and won't try to get other boys or guys do it
with me until you say I can.  As long as my new daddy lets me, I want HIM
to play sex stuff with me inside my pussy.  I love my new daddy with all my
heart and want you to feel good about him being with me in bed.  If you
don't want me to do sex stuff with him unless you're watching, then I won't
make him do stuff when we're by ourselves.  I promise."
   Steff smiled at Lisa and caressed the side of her daughter's face, aware
that her nine year old little girl knew a lot more about special
relationships than she had ever let on.
   "It's okay Baby.  If you want to play sex games with your new daddy and
I'm not around, then you have my permission to do whatever you want to.  As
long as it's YOUR idea and you let your new daddy do fun stuff with you
that makes you feel good, then I won't get mad or tell you not to.  As long
as you're happy, then you can do whatever makes both of you feel good as
long as you want."
   "Honest, Mommy?  What if I wanted my new daddy to tickle me inside my
right now while we were talking?  I wouldn't want him to do it real fast. I
just like how it feels when his nice willy is up inside me and makes me
feel all full and tingly.  Can I really do it with him for like a LONG time
when we're talking nice and softly with him?"
   "Sure, Angel.  If you want to, then you go right ahead.  But you need to
remember that your new daddy needs to be willing to do it as much as YOU
do, okay?  If he's not in the mood, then you need to respect his wishes as
much as I expect him to respect yours."
   "Daddy?  Can I sit on your lap with your thingy inside me for like a
LONG time?"
   "As long as your mommy doesn't mind, I don't.  I like how it feels when
your pretty puddy is tightly wrapped all around my willy, and I'll go as
slow and take as long as you want until you're satisfied.  You just need to
remember to tell me when it feels good and when it starts to feel bad.  I
don't want you to EVER feel like you have to do sex stuff just to make me
happy.  When you've had enough, just tell me well enough ahead of time so I
can make sure I don't hurt or scare you.  I love you very much and don't
EVER want to make you sad or unhappy.  You mean far too much to me for that
to happen."
   "Can we do it now, then?"
   I looked over at Steff and saw something that I suspected she might not
admit to unless I asked her openly.  Since we had already established some
pretty open groundrules regarding sex with Lisa, it was time for me to ask
Steff what I thought might be enjoyed.
   "Steff?  Would you like to lick and warm up my lovely nine year old
daughter before she plans on sitting on my lap for the next few hours while
we continue having a lovely family chat?  I'd certainly want YOU to be just
as satisfied as Lisa and I were."
   All Steff could do was to nod slowly, her mouth agape and her eyes wide
with surprise.  It was obvious to me that she still had some secrets about
her relationship with her daughter that were about to be teased out of her
most sacred secret chambers.
   I helped Lisa up and had her stand between my legs facing her mother, my
left hand holding Lisa's left calf up over my shoulder and holding her
around her waist, her left hand on top of my head as her hips pushed
forward.  Steff leaned into her daughter's hips and began a delicate
lingual embrace with her own creation's pudendum, her tongue delving
between the tight slit that smiled vertically back at her as the excited
little girl took hold of her mother's head with her right hand.
   Steff softly and tenderly kissed and licked Lisa for the next half hour,
more a delicate dance between her tongue and Lisa's clitty and vulva than a
sexual adventure.  Neither of them seemed the slightest impassioned as I
watched less than six inches away.  Instead, it was as if they were gently
hugging, a mother's face held snugly between the soft thighs of her own
daughter, the younger of the two content to remain fixed in that one
position as much as she desired to remain fixed on top of my lap with my
cock stuffed nastily inside her tight young vagina.
   Steff was an adequate warm-up for Lisa, the little girl's vagina
practically dripping with sexual fire when her mother finally pulled her
face away and smiled at her little girl.  Lisa turned ninety degrees to her
left, repositioned her legs outside mine, looked down to confirm that I was
just as interested now as she was thirty minutes ago.  My young lover
slowly sank down onto my thighs as she held onto her mom's left shoulder,
wanting Steff to be just as much part of our joining as was possible.
   True to her word, once Lisa was completely engulfing my cock, she leaned
forward and thrust her arms around my body, choosing to remain still as her
cunny tenderly quivered and bucked to the sensation of my manhood stuffed
all the way inside her body.
   It took all of us about ten minutes to finally adjust to this new
arrangement, but with no other place that I wanted to be in the whole
world, I hugged my new daughter as I leaned to my left, kissing her mother
tenderly, Lisa's thick and pungent juices still all around the young
mother's lips and mouth.
   The feeling of my dick being ensconced within the tight confines of a
nine year old little girl's vagina right in front of her mother's approving
eyes was something that I will never be able to convey into words.  Beyond
the sensation of my penis being inside her tight orifice, the thrill of my
mind's awareness as Steff leaned into my left side and continued to chat
with me quietly was beyond comprehension.
   For the next four hours, Lisa remained perfectly content to slowly
thrust down onto my hips as Steff and I talked and kissed every once in a
while.  It seems the nine year old was absolutely satisfied to have her
sexual opening invaded by her new daddy's dick as the little girl lay her
head against my shoulder and didn't move.
   I don't know how my new Lisa tolerated such an incredibly constant
invasion, her hips slowly bucking in brief twitches every few minutes when
her most recent orgasm filled her insides with wave after wave of electric
abuse.  I don't think I had ever seen a little girl so happy before in my
life.
   And then there was Steff.
   How could the mother of such a lovely little girl permit such a
perverted display of sexual pleasure to go on for so long right in front of
her?  It was as if Steff WANTED me to keep my cock stuffed inside her
daughter like that for DAYS!
   And what about me?
   I had never had my dick stuffed inside such an elegantly snug and YOUNG
place for so long before in my life.  It wasn't like fucking as I had ever
known it before.  This was VERY different!  This was a more loving and
spiritual kind of affection, involving the most sacred of any little girl's
openings.
   It wasn't until I was laying on my back on the couch and Steff was
sitting on my face that this whole scenario seemed anticlimactic.  Little
more than twelve hours ago, Lisa was sitting on my face while Steff was
fucking me sweetly.  Now, her nine year old little girl was quietly
watching her own mother get tongued into a continuous series of sweet
bucking orgasms as Lisa smiled and let the motions travel from her mom's
hips, through me and into her own tender body.
   I'm not sure how many orgasms Steff had, but I know that Lisa weren't
far behind her.  I could feel the almost continuous clenching of her
vaginal muscles travel up and down the length of my dick as she remained
fixed in place over my hips.  Rather than gyrate up and down like most
women or girls did while being fucked, Lisa chose to let our coupling act
like its own stimulus, the hot melding of our bodies stirring her young
body to round after round of thoroughly enjoyable convulsions.
   It was some time around two in the afternoon that Steff needed vaginal
relief, her body slowly succumbing to the stimulation that my tongue and
lips had invoked.
   "Baby?  Can I have your new daddy for just a few minutes, please?  I
promise I'll give him right back when I'm done with him, but I need for him
to fill me up for a little while so I can feel just as good as you do right
now."
   Lisa's brow furrowed for only a moment, then realized that any other
mother would NEVER allow her daughter to behave like this and reconsidered
relinquishing her hold of me.
   Steff rose from my face and was barely able to stand as she watched Lisa
lean forward and uncouple from my genitals.  My new daughter leaned
forward, kissed me for the next few seconds and then reached for my hands.
It didn't take us more than thirty seconds to relocate to the bedroom,
Steff gently assuming her daughter's position once my back was pressed to
the sheets.  Like the little girl she was, Lisa assumed the position her
mother had vacated and nestled without a word onto my face.
   Rather than torture the little girl, I softly and slowly licked her
clitty and nibbled on her vulva, quiet moans coming from her as she resumed
a steady series of gentle bucks and twitches over my head.
   Steff, on the other hand, wasn't able to contain herself and began to
increase the frequency of her up and down gyrations until she was crying
out in a high pitched whimper louder and louder.  When her next orgasm hit
her, she clamped onto my cock and tried to coax me to join her, but I had
plans.
   My right hand provided just enough stimulus to send her way over the
top, her clitty being bombarded with as much abuse as her vagina was. 
Steff was so overcome with satisfaction, that she pressed down onto me and
slowly leaned forward, eventually passing out as she disconnected from me
and lay next to my right side.
   Lisa must have been just as hungry as the moment she first mounted me,
hours ago, because she gingerly lifted herself off my face, let me kiss her
cunny three times and then turned around over me.  Without a word of
confirmation or request, she pushed my dick back inside her tight cunny and
sank all the way down, her clitty rubbing against my pubic bone and then an
ever increasing convulsion building inside her body until she began
whimpering just like her mom did.
   It took her a minute to collect herself, but she was finally able to
gain control of the wonderful sensations developing inside her hips until
she pushed down as hard as she could and remained rigid over my hips.  I
knew it was difficult for her to restrain herself and wanted to torture her
just a little.
   I flexed my abdominal muscles and made my cock twitch inside her vagina,
tickling her womb past her cervical muscles with steady and rhythmic jolts
of electricity.  I could see her frustration slowly rise as her next and
most intense orgasm was building, her position on top of my body to be
stolen from her the moment her pussy betrayed her lengthy pleasure.
   It was cruel to tease her into having an orgasm that would end her now
five hour long fuck, but it wouldn't take long before we could start all
over again, anyway.
   To make what we were doing that much more pleasurable for my young
lover, I discontinued my voluntary muscular contractions, her expression
changing immediately to one of stark disappointment.  She was already far
enough along her journey to orgasmic bliss that my unannounced cessation
almost angered her.  I could see it in her eyes and once I knew she wanted
relief, began thrusting up into her body as I resumed my twitches deep
inside her body.
   In little over a minute, she was moaning and whimpering just like her
mommy.
   In the middle of her thrusts back down onto me, I unloaded into her
almost virginal body with as much strength as I could muster.  It was a
victory without a battle, Lisa smiling and laying on top of me as her young
thighs tried to push around my body, our bond to remain tight and pure for
as long as she could coax me to permit this wonderful joining.  I again
wanted to be nowhere else in the world, so I pulled her to me and hugged
her as tightly as I could.
   I had found my lover and her mother was perfectly okay with my having
her any way and any time I wanted.  As Steff quietly slept beside me to my
right, I kept fucking her nine year old daughter for the next few hours, my
young lover just as anxious to feel the love I wanted to impart to her as
she was willing to accept it.
   Lisa and I fucked slowly for a lot longer than I imagined either of us
capable of.  It was so enjoyable to have unrestricted sex with a nine year
old chubby angel that I half expected to be dreaming and then wake up
horrified that it never happened.  Steff finally woke up and saw Lisa and I
still fucking, smiled at both of us and watched as the two of us kept
going. Just then, a bright light shown on the wall across the room and an
image was getting clearer and more in focus, as if someone were trying to
set up a home movie for us to watch.
   What we saw stunned all of us.
   I saw my little Lisa, in perfect health and naked standing next to a
seated man also just as naked, holding onto his neck and hugging him
lovingly.
   Steff could tell who the man was.  It was Kurt and he was also in
perfect health and fondling my little Lisa's pussy with his right hand,
pushing his fingers between her legs until she opened them for him, showing
off her perfect little pussy.
   Both of them smiled as they waved to us and Lisa turned around and
squatted down onto his lap, pushing his cock into her tight little pussy
and started bobbing up and down, fucking him beautifully.  Within a minute,
both of them started bucking and convulsing to their mutual orgasm, humping
each other for the next few minutes as the three of us just watched,
touching each other and just as excited as they were.
   The images we saw continued for another minute, absolutely quiet, not a
single sound or noise coming from the vision on the wall.  We lay there,
dumbfounded and happy, knowing that both of the people that we truly loved
were happy once more and would let all of us go so WE could be happy too.
   Just as they finished, my first Lisa got up, turned around and pushed
her hips forward just like she used to when 'I' touched and played with her
and I could see her puffy little pussy just as it had been ten years
before. What struck me was the total absense of any evidence of their
coupling, both of them just as clean and pure as before they started.  Kurt
began to fondle and caress Lisa's pussy again, working his fingers along
her clitty, causing my little angel to buck into his hand.  She immediately
turned around and thrust her mouth over his upturned dick, bobbing up and
down just like I remembered.  Then Kurt turned her over and held her in
midair, pushing his face between her legs and working his tongue along that
wonderful cleft that I used to enjoy so much.
   They again began bucking into each others' mouths, enjoying their second
orgasm in front of us.  That's when I realized both of my hands had found
their way between Steff's and Lisa's legs and I was tickling and caressing
their pussies with the same amount of passion and love.
   When their second orgasm subsided, Kurt stood Lisa back up and then had
her kneel down next to him, his left hand now pushed between her open legs,
fondling and playing with her pussy from behind.  Lisa took Kurt's dick in
her right hand and began wanking him slowly, lovingly.  That's when they
both raised their free hands and began waving goodbye, smiling and mouthing
the words 'I Love You' to all of us.
   Even though it was a potentially volatile emotional moment, we all felt
quite at ease and relaxed, knowing full well that our former lovers would
be in Heaven with each other until we could join them when we left this
Earth.
   The light faded as we saw them softly kiss and turn to wave goodbye one
more time.
   When the light was gone completely, Steff turned to me, smiled and
uttered words that I would want to hear for the rest of my long life.
   "I want you to make love to me AND your new Lisa right now and everyday
from now on.  I love you with all my heart and I'll do anything for you, as
long as it makes you happy.  I'm glad we found you and it will be my
mission in life from now on to make certain that your handsome cock rarely
has to hit open air.  I plan on making love to you, giving you blow jobs
and having Lisa do the same for the rest of our lives.  I love you and I
want to marry you right away."
   She rolled to her left, shifted her position slightly so I could enter
her delectible vagina and plunged down on top of me.  As she began to
satisfy herself and ME on my dick, I reached to my left and collected my
newest little Lisa and pulled her back onto my tongue, filling my mouth
with the sumptuous fullness of her plump pussy.  She lay on my face with
her chest in the same position as it had been just a few minutes before,
her thighs again clutching the sides of my head, covering my ears and
thrusting gently as I gave her orgasm after orgasm.
   By the time Steff and I had our fourth orgasm together, still joined at
our hips, my dick deep inside her tight pussy, Lisa had enjoyed her sixth
and was working on her seventh.
   The girls swapped positions a number of times, even stealing themselves
away and enjoying a long '69' with my hands and fingers frequently in the
way.  Neither of them were the slightest offended or upset that I wanted to
join in, both of them smiling as I teased yet another sweet cum from one
and then both of them.
   It felt absolutely lurid to be fucking Lisa while Steff slept at our
sides, the nine year old perfectly willing to use me to satisfy what her
mommy and daddy had enjoyed when Steff was little more than twelve.  The
fact that Steff let me have Lisa at nine was a treasure that I'd NEVER
abuse.
   We stayed interlocked just like that for three days, never stopping the
whole time.
   On the fourth day, a bright light shown down from the ceiling, my little
naked Angel that I rescued in the forest reaching out toward me, Kurt and
Lisa standing naked by her side.  When all of our hands met, we were
whisked at light speed to a large white platform, two large beds next to
each other.
   At first, Steff, her daughter and I got onto the first bed and resumed
our sexual position that lasted for three days, loving each other and
enjoying the gifts that we had been given by God.  Kurt, Lisa and Angel
took position on the second bed and seemed to mimick what we were doing.
   In little over an hour from the outset, all of us had at least three
orgasms and the guys knew what was coming next.  All of the girls switched
beds and for only the second time in my 'life', I was now fucking my first
little Lisa and having sex with Angel, our first.  We kept banging each
other and swapping little and big girls like that for the next 26,175
years, never aging, never growing tired, never feeling any pain, jealousy
or hunger, enjoying the fullness of each other's bodies for eons.
   We later found out that time was irrelevant where we were and because of
special dispensation, we could remain at that level just as we were until
we wanted to step up to the next level.  We were also told that the next
level would be even MORE pleasurable, since we would have the ability to
share our feelings directly with each other and everyone else around us.
   When we finally stepped up to the next level, another 143,876 years had
passed and we began sharing our most wonderful feelings with all of the
people that had made it that far.  When each of my little and big girls
made love to me and Kurt, everyone around us would sit for hundreds of
years and touch each other, make love or masturbate, our mutual pleasure
filling the wide expanse of the universe over and over.
   We finally got the courage to step up to the final level and before long
we had figured out a way to be joined as one entity, permanently having sex
and feeling all the caresses, fondling, thrusts and gentle convulsions that
made sex so much fun.
   The bright white expanse of Heaven would never be the same and we were
personally thanked for all the love that we had been generating for so long
by the Maker.  All of our questions were answered and all of our dreams
fulfilled.
   We were so thrilled to be a single entity, that hands, pussies, titties
and cocks became redundant.
   We bathed in the glow of complete and utter satisfaction for the rest of
time . . .
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