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Peggy, a chubby little eight year old is regarded by her schoolmates
with dislike and hurtful gazes, and she feels her life is without
benefit or joy.  That is until her older neighbor helps her out of a
compromising situation at the school bus stop and shows her that
somebody thinks she IS a pretty little jewel after all.  Their
relationship blossoms and soon they are inseparable.

The beginning is a little slow but helps to place the reader in Kip's
frame of mind.  It is the author's view that it is always better to
build up to a moment, rather than start banging away with amateurish
abandon.

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MAN, do I LOVE the internet!  Since I had gotten divorced, I hadn't had
any PHYSICAL sex, but at least I could entertain myself using all sorts
of MENTAL sex with beautiful women of every conceivable shape, size,
color and level of sluttiness.  Having a high-speed connection at my
house and running it solely for personal entertainment used to be
considered a luxury.  Now I considered it a basic necessity!

For almost three years, I never went out with other women or dated,
since being middle aged and not a prime specimen of toned manhood, I
knew it would be more likely that I'd get laughed at than laid.  There
were a few times I took a chance with a chat room service or
introduction website, but it never really worked out.  As soon as I
described what I looked like and how old I was, most women politely
declined any further conversations and left me with the same feeling I
had right after the divorce decree.

At first, I wasn't addicted to pictures of naked women, just curious.
It took me about six months to realize that there was a lot more on the
internet than spam, viruses, prescription drug offers and advertisements
for every imaginable male sexual enhancement.  When I finally learned
how to use a firewall, a secure browser, a popup ad stopper and virus
software, I was able to appreciate all sorts of wonderful free pictures.
Granted, I needed to learn even more, but with my level of expertise at
the time, I still had fun.

The bigger ladies and next door types really had my interest and I began
spending much more of my time centered around a whole series of sites
that showed women offering views of their soft bodies and naughty
demeanor that I could have only DREAMED of years before.  It took no
more than two weeks after that when I saw a complete series of images
from a secure website that someone had shared a password with all the
perverts like me all over the world.  The primary draw for all of us
were shaved pussies and after that, I couldn't get enough of them!  I
began to spend more time focused on the smooth beauty of a mature
woman's shaved genitalia than on any other particular feature and
started to go back through the images that I had been saving since I
started so long ago.

Strangely enough, I got rid of almost ALL of my old images after
comparing them to the wonderful fullness and intriguing allure of
hairless skin.  And then it had to happen!

Someone included a link to an 'interesting' website during one of my
forays, so I went to it with an open mind.  I'm not sure if I was more
afraid or excited.  All I knew is that my heart pounded in my chest like
a jackhammer and I began sweating profusely.

Before my tired and curious eyes was a long visual list of the faces of
young women, teenagers and little girls.  I scrolled down the screen
until my mouse came off the desk.  I looked up at the scroll bar and
noticed that I had only moved the focus down about a tenth of the screen
and I had already seen about forty faces.  Some of them were absolutely
spectacular and many of them were so young that I thought I was
imagining this to be nothing more than one of those old scams or
redirection sites.  When I clicked on one little girl's image, about
three years old, I was presented with a screen full of images that
showed her in an outfit that kept her quite covered.  She was a darling
little angel, chubby like I like my women and absolutely knock down
gorgeous.  None of the pictures I had seen on this page were much more
than pretty posed shots similar to ones I had seen on young girl
modelling sites, until I paged all the way down.  It was only when I got
to the bottom that I saw the page forward and the last page icons.  I
put my cursor over the last page icon and looked at the message area of
the browser and saw that there was a total of five pages of images.

I was excited for a moment thinking that maybe I might get to see a
beautiful little girl naked for the first time in my life, but then
realized that my excitement was most likely going to be replaced with
disappointment.  What the Hell!  I clicked.

My heart stopped!

There before me on the last page was a whole series of thumbnails of
this little three year old, naked and posing like a playboy model, half
of the images with her legs spread out in front of her and showing every
feature of her delicate charms the likes of which almost made me faint.

Again, I suspected that only the thumbnails were being offered as a
tempting treat, a means to get me and my fellow lovers-of-hairless-skin
hooked so we would be stupid enough to input our credit card numbers,
right after which I'm sure a number of my compatriots found themselves
being led away in chromed jewelry and having to spend long nights next
to a big ugly guy named 'Butch' and only DREAMING of an industrial sized
tube of Prep-H.

I tentatively clicked on a very provocative image of her naked quim in
full frame and waited to see a '404' or '403' message, or worse, a
redirection message to the local 'bureau' office.  After the hourglass
icon stopped spinning around in front of my tired eyes, I guess I'd been
living right for the last couple of years.  Instead of a redirect
screen, I saw the naked fullness of her smooth skin and every detail of
her tender plump genitalia, right down to the highly detailed features
of every pore and almost invisible hair follicle that was soon to cover
her smooth baby-soft skin.

I was shocked and completely spellbound.

I immediately saved this image and proceeded to see how many more I
could capture.  I returned to the last page and started to save as many
images as I could.  I couldn't collect them all fast enough!  I began at
the bottom of the page so I could get the best ones first, going forward
one page at a time until I had gotten all the ones that looked
spectacular.

Wow!

FUCKING, WOW!

After I finished with the three year old, I went back to the top of the
first page and looked for any more of the tinyest little angels,
collecting another little angel's sweet images first.  I made it a point
to start at the back of the folder and worked my way forward, hoping I'd
get all of them before my link died or the password gave out.

Once I was finished with the second cutie's photographs, I looked for
yet more.  I didn't have to try very hard, because this site was
resplendent with so many young lovelies that I was beside myself with
excitement.

Having captured the prettiest preschoolers' images first, I sat back in
my chair and took a deep breath.  Was this dumb one-time luck or should
I keep going?  I went to the top of the list once more and perused it
once again.

I went back through a second, third and then fourth time picking out
slightly older girls each time until I was finished, hours later.  By
the time I went through the whole web site, my harddrive was half full
and I counted more than twenty eight hundred fifty two images.  I got so
good at collecting them manually by the time I was almost done that I
averaged about eight per minute.  If I had used an image 'snarfer' that
would automatically search out and collect each pic FOR me, I most
likely wouldn't have spent so much of my personal time clicking, waiting
and then worrying if I might be able to get the rest of her.

Now completely satisfied, at least for the moment, I shut down my
connection, made sure everything was appropriately secured and then set
about to enjoy the efforts of all my hard work with someone else's
money.

After I set up a free image viewer, for the next hour all I did was
replay all of the images as a series of slideshow stills of each sexy
preschooler first, going from the first rather calm and innocent poses,
to the most alluring and sexually stimulating pictures I had ever seen
in my life.  It was only after I was naked and jerking off at six thirty
the next morning in my desk chair that I realized what I had become.

I was a pedophile.

I loved to look at little girls and I had no idea until last night that
I was thrilled beyond words to see a naked angel, much less three
hundred sixty two of them at one sitting.

By the time I had filled a small washcloth with enough cream to
repopulate a small country, I used a solid encryption program and safely
locked all the wonderful images that I had found.  My gosh!  What a
wonderful surprize.

I turned my computer off and completely forgot about my loneliness,
replaced with the kind of lust and hunger that would soon consume my
every waking thought.  It wasn't until I went outside to pick up the
morning paper that I realized just how late . . . I mean EARLY it was
and how exhausted and yet refreshed I felt.

When I was halfway down the driveway of my two acre lot, I heard the
usual chatter, laughing and obnoxious comments from a whole series of
children waiting to catch the bus across the street from of my house.
Living in the southwestern part of the country and even late in the
year, the young noisy mob wore typical school outfits, from jeans and
slacks to shorts, skirts and 'skorts'.

Skorts:  What a dastardly combination of a miniskirt and a pair of
shorts carefully stitched inside.  It hid everything that made wearing a
short skirt even worth the effort.  I really hated those!

When I caught sight of three of the youngest ones absolutely MISERABLE
and taking abuse from one of the older neighborhood bullies, I felt
obligated to intercede.

"Okay, that's enough, Bud.  They aren't going to hurt you.  Leave them
alone, please."

It surprized all of them, the twelve year old boy looking back at me
somewhat nervously.

"It isn't right to make them feel bad just because they're the youngest
ones around.  If you want to impress someone, why don't you pick on
someone TWICE your own size, not a little girl HALF yours?"

He felt thoroughly ashamed and walked away from that side of the bus
stop, taking his books with him and looking at me as if I had just
pulled his pants down in front of his entire school.  He was going to be
a problem now and I immediately wondered if it was a good idea for me to
get involved.  I'm sure I'd find tissue paper in my trees and flaming
sacks of shit on my front door step, were it not for my property being
secured with a perimeter chain link fence.  Now I'm glad I had invested
in it to keep the dogs out.  It was soon to serve double duty to keep
little troublemaker BOYS out as well.

I unlocked the gate and picked up my morning paper along the paved road
when another little girl walked up to the group of young elementary
school students.  She was about eight or nine and as round as a
Butterball turkey.  She was wearing a typical blouse and skirt, the hem
stopping just above her chubby knees.  As I turned and went back through
the gate and closed it, I noticed all the other children looking at
their newest companion as if she had some horrible disease, staring at
her with hurtful gazes.

She took what I assumed to be her usual place, off to one side opposite
the troublemaker, unable or unwilling to venture into any of the
conversations or examples of physical dominance over any of the younger
children.  Her knapsack went to the pavement and she sat down on it
facing me as if she might be the only living human alive on this
hemisphere.

What I saw next made me drop the gate lock on my left foot.  Just before
I was able to push the loop of metal through the gate latch, I was
presented with a view up her legs that reminded me of all the images
that I had collected last night.  NO SKORT ON THIS CHUBBY ANGEL!

Her bright white panties shown in the morning sun like a beacon, the sun
directly behind me and travelling up her skirt until every feature and
detail of her legs and underwear were plainly embedded in my mind.  The
fact that the sun was behind me provided me some privacy since none of
them could see where my eyes had fallen . . . just before the lock came
crashing down onto my foot.

It hurt like Hell when the cold metal hit the top of my foot, but I
resisted the impulse to begin dancing around in pain as I held the
injured stub of my left leg, lest I give the little twelve year old
twerp some justification for telling me to mind my own business.

As I retrieved the lock and returned it to where it normally hung, I
kept my eyes locked onto the wonderful sight being presented to me, her
eyes lowered to her hands on her lap with the other children pulled
further away and making it painfully obvious that they were ignoring her
as they softly continued their before-school fun.

As was typical with all my previous adventures before last night, this
one was cut painfully short, a bus rumbling up the street just in time
to prevent me from seeing anything more of this wonderous sight.  I
dragged my actions out long enough to wave to the busdriver, a woman
about forty, before I finally turned and walked back up my driveway.

What an end to a thoroughly sexually stimulating night.  WOW!

I got ready for work and went into my home office, starting my stock
trading computer and logged on, using my high-speed Internet service for
the purpose it was originally intended and genuinely funded, the LED
blinking feverishly on the plain faceless box indicating that millions
of electronic ones-and-zeroes were doing their best to add REAL zeroes
to the left of the decimal point in my bank account.

Before I knew it, the trading day was over and I had an unusually
profitable day, the official-looking large digital clock on the wall
never once seen from the time I started until I saw the symbol on the
trading screen that the day was about to end.

I don't know what I could attribute my good fortune to, since most of my
day was spent thinking about chubby legs, white panties, pretty faces
peeking out from between splayed feet and the smooth, plump hairless
clefts of skin that seemed to permiate my mind with increasing passion.
I'm surprized I didn't lose my shirt, having been so distracted by the
recollections of all those lovely preschoolers and elementary school
little girls.

It only took a few minutes to tally up my gains and losses, submit the
daily report to my trading company and waited for the final numbers to
come in.  When I saw the totals, I was MORE than a little pleased.

Sixteen thousand.  A daily best!  I smugly shut the computer down and
went outside to get the mail, the first time since this morning that I'd
been outside.  Even though I'd been up all night and all day, I felt as
if I could run a marathon.

My luck was finally improving.

As I approached the gate, a school bus came rumbling down the street
again, a normally unpleasant or unwelcome sound stirring something in me
that I'd never begun to appreciate.  To my great satisfaction, it
contained the same group of children that I had seen this morning.

Acting as the ever-friendly neighbor, I again waved to the busdriver as
I unlocked and opened the gate, walked through and went around to the
front of the mailbox.  I retrieved the usual junk mail, a few bills and
a hardcopy confirmation of last week's stock trading activities.  I
opened it right there and was pleased that today's income was WAY more
than the amount during that entire five day period.  What a difference
one night on the internet with lots of naked little girls can make to a
lonely and perpetually horny man!

The bus resumed it's way down the street as I pushed the single page
back into the envelope, not paying attention to anything that was going
on behind or around me.  When I closed the mailbox and started to turn
to go back through the gate, I heard a little voice.

"Thank you for sticking up for us this morning Mister Franklin."

It was as if someone had plunged a lance through my body where my heart
used to be.  I turned around and looked down to see three little faces,
cautiously holding hands and standing on the far side of the street.
The spokesperson looked to be about seven and her friends were most
likely in the same elementary school class, all of them virginal and
delicious in appearance, my mind stripping away all of their outer
vestments and enjoying the tender charms of little girls only slightly
older than a significant majority of those collected last night.

A grin burst across my face as a welcome measure of greeting, my mind
replete with thoughs that none of my young visitors would have enjoyed,
or at the very least would have thought polite.  Even in my silent
reverie, I was immediately struck with the uneasy feeling that their
parents were missing, usually there to meet them when the bus arrived.
No matter!  I could remain on my side of the black asphalt and say kind
words that had little to do with the foul contents of my brain.

"You're welcome!  I'm sorry that boy was being mean to you this morning,
but some people think it's important to make OTHER people feel bad so
they can feel good.  Did he leave you alone on the way to school?"

"Yeah!  Billy can be mean, but today he just left us alone and didn't
bug us at all.  We talked to the bus driver and told her what happened
and then told our teacher too.  They all said that it was very nice for
you to stop him from being mean and told us that we needed to thank
you."

"You're quite welcome ladies.  It's very important that everyone gets
along and treats the people around them with respect, since being mean
or cruel does nothing more than make people feel bad.  I'm glad I was
outside to help."

Not the most eloquent explanation, but one these three could accept
without much thought.

That's when I noticed the chubby little girl that had given me the
impromptu panty display this morning walking up to where the other girls
stood, having gotten off the bus on the previous stop.  She looked
absolutely dejected and forlorned.  To my amazement, she crossed the
street before she got within twenty feet of the trio standing before me
and walked right toward me, either to speak to me or avoid the young
goslings across the road from my feet.

Without any obvious verbal exchange, the three little cuties turned to
look at her as if she had some horrible skin affliction, staring quite
openly and without regard for subtlety or tact.  It caused me to turn as
well and try to determine what could possibly be so important or
incredibly unusual.

I found myself looking at her as well, but for a different reason.
Although she was a plump little thing and as pretty as could be, she
didn't look terribly odd or unusual.  That's when it hit me.  She was
not like the other girls and they saw her as 'fat'.  I dropped my eyes
to my mail and waited for her to get within five feet before I looked
back up at her face, smiling and saying 'Hello'.

She very politely returned my greeting, her face beaming as she smiled
toward me briefly, looked at the trio and then frowned in shame.  She
didn't stop for a moment and made her way behind me, walking one more
property further down the street to where she lived.

When she was out of hearing range, I turned back to the cuties still
standing across the street, their hands cupping each others' ears and
loud whispers being exchanged.  I could tell what they were saying
wasn't polite or supportive and tried to ignore what had just happened,
lest I get even MORE involved in the neighborhood childrens' politics.

"You ladies have a good evening."

"BYE, Mister Franklin!"

I made my way down the driveway toward my house and thought nothing more
of the incident, trying instead to recall the wonderful visage of eight
year old chubby legs and bright white panties anxiously being exposed.

When I got within ten feet of the front door, I saw something out of the
corner of my eye moving behind the bushes beyond the fence that
separated my house from the chubby little cutie that I had ogled this
morning.

I stopped for only a moment and turned, looking toward where I had seen
the movement.  It was obvious that my silent and plump visual
entertainment was watching me quite closely, apparently because of my
casual interest in her this morning and again this afternoon.  I could
see her outline beyond the shrubbery, standing as motionless as she
could.

I got the impression that my actions this morning had caused quite a
stir on the bus and at school today, since now 'I' was the focus of this
little cuties' attention and her less than courteous fellow bus riders.
Of course, I discounted the twelve year old bully from the short list.

I smiled and kept walking inside, closing the front door after crossing
the threshold.  To verify if it was me she was carefully watching, I
made my way to the same side of the house where she was still standing
and peeked out through the blinds without letting her know I was looking
back at her.  She waited for another few minutes to see if I would come
back outside and realizing that she was not going to lay eyes on me
anymore, eventually went inside as well.

After dinner and the news, I waited until at least nine before turning
my other computer on for hopefully another night of pleasant surprizes,
but it was not to be!

At eleven thirty and no more images or passwords provided, I shut my
system down and took a shower.  By twelve thirty, I was in bed and
dreaming of whole classrooms full of naked little girls, smiling back at
me as they sat open legged with their hands pressed nastily along
tightly closed deep clefts and bright pink bumps of skin.  The first
part of my night was filled with dream after dream of tiny little girls
doing things that were so far from reality that I woke up in a sweat
around two thirty.

I had to stop thinking like this or I'd allow myself to act on my
dreams, ruining what little freedom I had come to consider precious.  I
got up, went to the bathroom and wanked off until I sprayed a nice hip
thrusting load into the commode.  My body was satisfied at last and I
could go back to bed and finally get some sleep.

I returned to bed and fell asleep within three minutes.  The remainder
of the night was a bit more normal and when I woke up again, the alarm
reminded me that there was one more day of work before the weekend.  I
slumped out of bed, put my sweatpants and t-shirt on and went outside to
get the morning paper.

Apparently my timing was improving, because there across the street was
the trio from yesterday, smiling back at me and jumping up and down with
excitement.  They must have been glad it was Friday, because as I
approached the fence, all three of them called out in unison with sweet
lyrical voices, as if they were singing their greeting to me.  It
certainly couldn't have been because I was now the heart-throb of the
neighborhood.

"HI MISTER FRANKLIN!"

"Morning girls.  How are you this morning?"

"FINE!"

"Good.  Just one more day and then you'll have a whole two days to run
around the neighborhood and play.  I'll bet that's why you're all
excited, huh?"

"Kinda."

I picked up my paper just as my chubby neighbor approached, putting her
knapsack back in the same place as yesterday.  She didn't look up as she
again sat down on her pink collection of school belongings, pointing her
knees right at me once again.

"Morning Miss!"

Without looking up, she responded in a tiny and angelic voice that stole
whatever strength I thought I might need to walk toward my house.

"Hi."

This time it was much more difficult to peel my eyes away from her,
since I was again afforded another view of Heaven.  Today she wore a
longer skirt but made no attempt to keep her legs together, showing off
a bit more of her light pink panties.  I became aware of my looking
longer than I should have been, and right on cue, got caught by my
visual showoff while looking up her skirt for an overextended period of
time.

She looked up at me for the briefest of moments and then looked back
down, never changing her stance or closing her legs, but provided me
with an ever subtle little smile that confirmed she knew what I had been
enjoying.  The trio shifted their position slightly and increased the
distance between them and the object of my interest, adding to the
tension in the air.

I tore my eyes from this wonderful reverie and walked back through the
gate, locking it just as I always did.

"You girls have a good day, okay?"

In sing-song voices, the group of three little girls responded.

"Thank you Mister Franklin!"

"You try to have a good day too, okay Honey?"

My little chubbette suddenly looked up to see me smiling at her,
obviously the focus of my attention.  She turned bright crimson and
barely loud enough to be heard, she responded.

"Thank you."

By the time I turned around toward the driveway, I could hear the bus
rumbling up the street once again.  As their carriage noisily ground to
a halt, each of my little visitors climbed on, my chubby angel getting
on last.

I don't know what made me turn around, but I stopped about ten feet from
the gate and looked back toward the bus, watching as my full figured
little showoff tried to find a seat.  She was pushed and shoved, poked
and jabbed as she made her way rearward on her bright yellow and black
coach, trying to locate an empty place to sit for the ride to school.  I
felt a pit open in my gut as I watched all the other children tease and
abuse her, her face looking so lonely and forlorned before she was
halfway back.

When she finally settled down at the second to last seat on the bus, she
was sitting next to the window on my side of the bus with an expression
as if she were the only person in the whole world.  She looked as if she
might start crying any moment, so I took a chance and lifted my hand
about chest high and cupped my fingers up and down in a series of short
waves, looking right at her.

When she looked out the window and saw me, she smiled briefly and pushed
her right hand up just high enough for me to see it in the window,
duplicating what I had done.  The other children immediately got quiet
and turned to see who the recipient of my sweet wave was.  She turned a
brilliant crimson and dropped her hand, looking down at it as the bus
started off.  I saw the bus driver smile as she looked back at me, glad
that I had made the little girl feel a little better.

As the bus rolled away down the street, I kept watching her with my
paper in my left hand and my right hand along my side, my smile never
breaking as I kept my eyes locked onto that one window where she sat
inches beyond.  She must have gotten curious because she looked up and
saw me smiling back at her as her schoolmates resumed their noisy
conversations.  When her eyes met mine, she smiled a beautiful toothy
grin, her perfectly straight teeth shining in the morning sun.  I must
have made her morning, because she sat a little taller in her seat as I
lost sight of her.  I went inside, had breakfast, got dressed and went
to my home office for another day of stock trading.

By the time the stock trading session was over, I had doubled what I had
done yesterday.

I don't know why I was doing so well, but I began to attribute it to the
positive outlook that I had since I began to anticipate gazing at
partially clothed or completely naked little girls.  I was even tempted
to crank my other computer up and sneak a few peeks at those lovely
naked charms that had captivated my soul, but kept my focus on work and
let the conscious thoughts and feelings pass.

As strange as it felt, I was looking forward to timing my trip to the
mailbox so I might be able to see a bevy of babies as they climbed down
off the bus.  It's too bad they got off on the other side of the street
because I might otherwise be able to catch a brief glimpse of white,
pink or pale blue fabric if they stepped down with just enough gusto and
enthusiasm to lift already short skirts a little bit higher than most
mothers and fathers would prefer.

This time, one of the little trio's mothers was waiting across the
street for her charge and the other girls.  My approach was immediately
welcomed, the woman smiling at me and bringing me into a brief
conversation.

"Mr.  Franklin?  Thank you again for looking out for my little girl the
other morning.  Billy Masterson can be such a bully to my little girl
and her friends.  My husband called his folks and told them to make him
wait at another bus stop until he proves he can be more responsible."

"You're welcome.  I felt bad because I saw the girls having to contend
with a rather rude and insensitive lout and probably got a little more
involved than I should have.  I hope they don't think I'm sticking my
nose where it doesn't belong?"

"Not at ALL!  They're quite flattered with the attention you gave them
and haven't stopped talking about it."

"I'm glad I could help."

I was not to be disappointed as the bus came down the street right on
time.  I tried to time it so that I was in front of my mail box when the
bus came to a gentle stop and should have considered logistics or
materials handling as an alternate career.  I timed it perfectly!  The
bus now blocked my view of the woman, so I looked up into the bus and
tried to find my chubby little next door neighbor.

When I saw her, she was sitting next to Billy at the rear of the bus
with an expression of horror on her face.  It looked like she was trying
to tell me something nonverbally and I stared at her as all the other
children made their way off the bus.  When the last one stepped down and
my panty showoff remained motionless, I grew concerned.

Just as the bus began to move, her eyes welled up with tears as if she
knew something terrible was about to happen and I acted quite
impulsively.  I began yelling and whistling at the bus driver, waving my
arms and making quite a racket.  The bus stopped immediately and the
driver looked at me as if she had just run over one of her riders.  I
quickly made my way around to the now open door and climbed the three
steps until I could see down the aisle toward my little neighbor.

"WHAT'S THE MATTER?  IS SOMETHING WRONG?"

"Yes.  One of the young ladies that normally gets off at this stop is
still in the back of the bus."

That's when the bus driver remembered my little showoff.  She put the
vehicle in park and stood up at the front of the bus as I started making
my way toward the back.  Every pair of eyes followed me as I walked down
the narrow aisle toward my chubby angel and that rude little twerp that
I had admonished the other morning.  The closer I got to where Billy was
sitting, the harder he tried to avert my gaze.

I was smart enough to avoid pounding his stupid little head down between
his butt cheeks with so many witnesses and then looked right at my
little neighbor.

"Did you forget to get off HERE Honey?"

She said nothing but looked at Billy and then back at me, tugging her
skirt down quite obviously and rearranging it carefully as if for the
first time since she stepped up onto the tired metal coach.  I didn't
know what to make of her queer actions at realigning her clothing but
knew something wasn't right.

"Why don't you come with me, Sweetheart?  Your folks will be expecting
you."

I reached out with my right hand to the little girl and also stepped on
Billy's right foot as I leaned closer.  It wasn't enough to cause him
injury, but enough to remind him that when a bigger person picks on
smaller ones, there isn't much the lesser can do to retaliate.

My little neighbor reached out with her left hand and took my right,
looking back toward the boys behind her as if she was expecting them to
say something.  That's when one of them produced her pink knapsack, now
dirty and mangled.  I wanted to begin pounding heads but refrained.  She
took her bag and looked inside, making sure everything was where it
should be and once satisfied, turned back to me and stepped over Billy's
legs.

The twerp didn't even have the decency to shift his legs out of the way,
so I pushed down a little harder with my foot onto his smaller toes and
made him cry out in pain.  Fortunately, the bus driver couldn't see what
was causing him discomfort and didn't say anything.  I knew I needed to
diffuse the situation immediately.

"Oh, did she step on your poor widdo foot Billy?  I guess you should
have moved to the side so you could let her pass, huh Mister Bully?"

He looked up at me with daggers in his eyes, a smile plastered all over
my face as my nameless guest was carefully directed beyond Billy's
reach.  As I turned, I pushed down on his foot a little harder and
reminded him that being a bully can work both ways.

I followed my little neighbor off the bus and just as we were both off
the last step, the rest of the riders, starting with Billy, began
chanting.

"Little Miss Piggy needs a big boyfriend to protect her!  Poor little
Miss Piggy!  Miss Piggy!  Piggy!  Piggy!  Piggy!"

Her eyes began to fill with tears and she immediately turned around and
wrapped her arms around my waist, bawling like a two year old.  The bus
driver quickly called for order and silenced the throng, receiving a few
nasty comments herself.  She pulled out a small notebook and wrote down
some names, the first of which was Billy Masterson.  After order was
completely restored and all her notetaking complete, the bus driver
turned to me and softly spoke.

"Thank you for looking after Peggy.  I completely forgot that this was
her stop.  From now on, I'll be sure to have her sit right behind me so
Billy won't bother her."

"I'm sure Peggy would appreciate that tremendously.  Thank you."

I held my sobbing little friend to my body as the driver closed the
door, put the bus in gear and continued on her way.  I could hear the
bus driver as she scolded Billy and told him that his parents and the
school were going to find out what he had done.  As the bus rolled past,
I could see him turn around and flip me the bird as I watched the back
of the bus gain distance.  Within twenty feet, the bus stopped yet
again.  This time the bus driver walked back to where Billy sat and put
her hands on her hips, having seen what he offered me in response to my
heroic efforts, scolding him yet again in front of his many friends.  I
waited until the bus was out of sight before I pushed Peggy away from my
body, her sobs tearing huge holes in my heart.

"I'm sorry they were picking on you Peggy.  Some kids can be kinda mean,
huh?"

Through sobs and half choked breathing, she began to speak to me for the
first time.

"Whah-wha-why do they have tuh-tuh-to be so MEAN?"

I knelt down in front of her and looked her straight in the face, my
hands holding her shoulders and my knees planted in the grass beside her
feet.

"Mostly because they don't know you well enough to realize just how
sweet and wonderful you really are.  If they knew you better, they
wouldn't be so mean."

"I'm so ashamed!  I HATE my body!  I HATE being fat!  I wish I was NEVER
born!"

"Please don't say that Peggy.  That isn't fair.  Just because you're not
a string bean or twig doesn't mean you aren't just as pretty, or even
PRETTIER than the other girls."

I got her attention immediately and her sobs diminished to a few hiccups
and sniffles.

"You're just saying that to make me feel better."

"Well . . . kind of.  But it's true!  I think you ARE prettier than the
other girls."

"No you DON'T!  You're just trying to be nice to me."

"Now WHY would I do something silly like that?  Is it because I might
really like you just like you are?  Or is it because I hate to see such
a pretty little young lady getting picked on by a bunch of mean kids?
Gee, that would be awful, wouldn't it?  I guess it might make you feel
worse if I really DID like you, now wouldn't it?  Then you'd have a
brand new friend of your very own and could talk to him whenever you had
the chance, huh?"

Her smile returned and she was just as pretty as I had remembered seeing
her this morning.  She flung herself back into me and hugged me with the
ferocity that I hadn't expected.  I didn't want to be the parriah of the
neighborhood, so I pushed her away from my body a second time and again
looked her right in the face.

"How about if I walked you home and made sure you were all safe and
sound, okay Peggy?"

In a voice that could have come from an angel above, she responded.

"Okay.  Thank you Mister Franklin."

"You're very welcome Peggy."

Without any prompting, she turned around, took my right hand with her
left and picked up her now beaten and dusty knapsack with her right.  We
walked the remaining two hundred feet to her parents' property and
walked up the driveway toward her house.  When we got to her front door,
she retrieved the front door key from under a small potted plant and
unlocked the entryway.  She opened the door, stepped in and stopped,
looking back at me as if I had done something wrong.

"What's wrong Peggy?"

"Aren't you gonna come in with me?"

"Well, not without your parents' permission, Honey.  I'm not supposed to
come visit you unless your mom and dad have already said it would be
okay."

"But, I don't want to be ALONE right now.  Can't you just come in for a
LITTLE while?"

My body was filled with a combination of fear and lust, my heart
pounding and my knees weak.  Should I go inside for just a little while?
Nobody would ever find out if I stayed with her for just a little bit.
I might be able to sit with her in the livingroom and catch another
wonderful view of her pink cotton panties.  Reason finally ruled over
testosterone and I knew it would be better if I stayed on THIS side of
the threshold.

"I'd very much like to stay with you Honey, but it wouldn't be right for
me to just come in without your parents' knowing about it.  If you want,
we can visit outside until your folks come home, okay?"

"How about if I called them?  Then we could ask them if it would be okay
if you stayed with me.  Come on Mister Franklin.  I don't want to be all
by myself right now.  PLEASE?"

"I tell you what.  How about if I visited with you on your front porch
just this one time.  Then, if your mom and dad say it's okay, I'll come
over and visit with you inside next time.  How's that?"

"Well . . . okay."

"Why don't you go change into your play clothes and I'll wait right here
until you come back?"

"NO!  Please don't leave me alone.  I don't want to go inside by
myself."

My mind began to fly with all sorts of reasons for her feeling so
apprehensive about being in her own house by herself.  Then I remembered
Billy Masterson.

"Did Billy say something about coming to your house and hurting you
Peggy?"

Her face scrunched up into a series of painful contortions and she again
burst out into tears, thrusting herself yet again into my body, sobbing
into my shoulder with stuttering convulsions.  I felt both sorry for her
and angry at Billy at the same time.  I knew I needed to comfort the
little jewel at any cost.

"How about if we went inside and got your phone so we could call your
parents and tell them what happened?"

"NO!  PLEASE DON'T SAY ANYTHING TO THEM MISTER FRANKLIN!"

"Peggy, I HAVE to.  It's very important for them to know what happened
to you today."

She continued to cry into my shoulder as I picked her chubby body up,
wrapping my arms around her bum and lower legs as she wrapped her chubby
lower limbs around my waist.  It was the first time in my life that I
have ever been on the receiving end of such a loving embrace by a little
girl, and my mind was flooded with a whole series of images that I had
seen two nights before.

I stepped into her house and left the front door open, located a
cordless phone near the entry hall and returned to the front stoop.
Once we were safely back outside, I set her feet to the concrete and was
about to pull away when she stopped me.

"Can you please hold me for a little while longer Mister Franklin?"

"Sure Peggy.  I guess that's okay.  What are your parents' names?"

"My mom is Carly and my dad is Art."

I knelt down in front of her, kept my arms around her chubby body as she
held onto my neck.  It was only then that I realized just how soft and
inviting her body felt.  Being so young, she didn't have the multiple
layers of clothing that most teenagers and older women wore under their
blouses, so her flesh was little more than a single layer of fabric away
from my hands.  The only thing I felt under her skirt as I hugged her
bum was the top elastic of her pink panties and I knew better than to
see how THEY felt against my bare hands.

I was finally able to lean back slightly so I could hand Peggy the phone
and have her call one or both of her parents.  I looked longingly at her
body getting more than one opportunity to see the shape of her chest
through her blouse as she refocused her attention to the cordless phone.
Her titties were already beginning to take shape, the gentle outline of
her budding breasts delicately held in place inside her blouse by the
side of her arm as she raised the phone to her ear.

She must have seen where I was looking because I saw her face and neck
begin to turn a beautiful shade of red, but she never turned to
prevented me from taking in long, hungry looks at her chest.  I was
beginning to discern the increasing hardness of her nipples as they grew
firm with her growing excitement, pressing along the inside of her
blouse until there were two prominent points pushing toward me at the
tips of her forming titty buds.

When her mother answered, all Peggy could say was "Mom?"  and then
started crying.  I knew her mother would be horrified at the sound of
her daughter crying, so I took the phone from Peggy and let her head
fall into my shoulder yet again, her sobs ripping my heart to shreds yet
again.

"Carly?  This is Kip Franklin from next door."

"IS EVERYTHING ALRIGHT?  IS PEGGY OKAY?"

"She's okay now.  She just had a bit of a rough time with some of the
kids on the bus today.  It seems that Billy Masterson may have said or
done something that really shook Peggy up because she doesn't want to go
into the house by herself.  I walked her from the bus stop after helping
her off the bus and she's been genuinely afraid to be alone.
Apparently, Billy tried to force Peggy to stay on the bus after her
normal stop and was planning something as yet unknown.  Fortunately, I
was out getting my mail when the bus stopped or she may have had to
endure something at the hands of that creep that he may have been
planning for a while."

Carly could hear Peggy sobbing into my neck and started choking up
herself.  Since neither of my female conversants was going to speak to
me, it was my turn to add value verbally.

"Carly, after I walked Peggy home, she told me that she didn't want to
go inside by herself.  When she asked me to go inside with her I told
her that it wouldn't be a very good idea if I went inside without your
permission, so I had her call you.  Not so much so I could get your
permission, but to try to console her so she wouldn't be so afraid while
she waited until you and your husband got home."

"Thank you Kip.  That's very sweet of you to look after her like that.
I hate to think that we've lived next door to you for over a year and
we've never even invited you over to have dinner or just talk.  I'm
sorry we had to get to know each other under these circumstances."

"So am I Carly.  I'm also a little embarrassed that I haven't tried
harder to be neighborly and have your family over before now.  How about
if you tried to talk to Peggy for a minute?  She might be able to chat
now."

I leaned back slightly and pushed Peggy away from me, smiling at her as
I handed her the phone.  I was about to get up so I could afford them
some privacy, but again Peggy didn't want to be more than two
millimeters from me.  She turned slightly to her right and leaned her
left side hard into my chest, my right arm coming around her bum and my
right hand on her right hip.  Peggy began to provide her mother a whole
series of details that made me shake to the core.  As she started
providing an account of what had happened to her, my face grew more and
more stark, listening to all the horrible minutiae.

Billy had realized that a chubby little girl four years younger than he
might not put up a fight if he started to push his hand up her skirt and
with all his friends looking on.  The clod put his left hand on her
right thigh and pried Peggy's legs apart far enough that he was able to
cup her plump mons with his hand.  She kept telling her mother how much
she had wanted to make him stop, but he was so much bigger than her and
his friends kept holding her hands and arms out of the way until she
couldn't put up any more resistance.

As I looked directly into Peggy's sweet face, she continued to tell her
mom about how Billy had repeatedly cupped and squeezed her trickle,
pushing inward with a middle finger far between her legs until she could
feel a strange tickle that had never been experienced before.  The level
of detail and proximity of my young guest finally had an effect on ME,
my cock firm and anxious to feel what Billy had, hopefully WITH Peggy's
permission.

For the next few minutes, Peggy kept regaling her mom with all sorts of
erotic information related to her body tingling and itching in a new
place that had never been openly explored before, in spite of the brutal
manner in which she was being introduced to sex.  The whole time, I did
my best to keep from ripping the little eight year old's clothes off,
allowing my eyes to feast on her corpulent form and enjoy the small rise
of her left titty incredibly close to my nose and mouth.

Peggy then revealed the most disturbing events, something happening as
the bus stopped in front of my house that made a cold chill run up and
down my back.  With me little more than twenty feet away outside the
bus, Billy pushed his fingers along the waistband elastic of her panties
and was about to push them inside to her naked trickle when I made the
driver stop.  When I got on the bus, Billy reluctantly pulled his hand
out of her panties and out from under her skirt, aware that he had been
caught.  Peggy was so happy that I came to her rescue, like her favorite
knight in her book about castles, kings, princes and princesses.

She pulled me toward her even more and I couldn't help but fall in love
with my little rescuee.

Just as Peggy was relaying the last few words about her terrible ordeal,
she started to cry yet again, so I took the phone from her and nervously
began speaking to Carly.  Having spent the night two days ago looking at
all those beautiful little girls in various states of undress and forced
to pose in erotic positions, it made me feel like a real hypocrit and
asshole.

"Carly?  Now that I've heard what happened to Peggy on the bus, if you
don't mind, I'll stay with Peggy until you or your husband get home.  I
don't think it would be a good idea if she was by herself right now.  I
had no idea that Billy had been so nasty with Peggy, or I would have
dragged him off the bus and called the cops immediately."

"Thank you Kip.  I really appreciate your being there for my little
angel.  If you hadn't stopped that little pervert before he pushed my
baby girl into something that she hadn't invited, I can't imagine what
might have happened to her further down the road when he forced her off
the bus with him."

"Would you like for me to wait until you get home to call the police.  I
think it would be a good idea if they and his parents found out what he
tried to do this afternoon.  There are enough witnesses on the bus to
corroborate Peggy's story so you shouldn't wait too long before filing a
report."

"Thank you Kip.  That's a good idea.  I do have a favor to ask, though."

"Sure, what is it?"

"If you're not willing to sit with Peggy until we get home, would you
please drive her to my office so she can be with me and Art until we
leave?"

"I'm willing to do whatever you'd like Carly.  If you want me to stay
with her, I will.  If you want me to drive her to your office, then I'd
be delighted.  You tell me what you'd like and I'll be as accomodating
as I can be."

"You are such a sweet and helpful man, Kip.  I can't thank you enough
for coming to Peggy's rescue at such an important time.  I'm sure she's
already fallen in love with you by now, so if she's hugging the stuffing
out of you, don't be alarmed.  She's quite a tactile little girl."

"Well, I have to admit that I've been on the receiving end of a few
rather ardent embraces.  I didn't want to take advantage of her
willingness to be friendly so I've been a little reluctant to hug her
back."

"If you feel comfortable giving her a nice big hug, then please do.  It
will help her to relax and should make her feel a lot better to know
that SOMEONE cares about her.  Hold her as snuggly and as long as you'd
like, my poor little girl most likely in absolute turmoil and in need of
a mature man's influence.  Please don't be too alarmed by my daughter's
continued need to be held, because ever since she was a baby she's
craved being in a pair of loving arms."

"Where would you like for me to stay with Peggy, your house or mine,
Carly?"

"Would you mind staying at our house until we get home?  It shouldn't be
past six thirty or seven by the time we arrive."

"Can I buy a quick dinner for Peggy?  I think she might like something
to eat after having a rough afternoon."

"Kip, you better be careful.  If you keep treating her like this, we
might take advantage of your hospitality."

"No worries!  If you don't mind, I can lock up both of our houses and
take Peggy with me to the local Chinese place and pick up some stir
fried vegetables, Kung Pao chicken and combination fried rice."

"That sounds wonderful.  I'm getting hungry just hearing you talk about
it."

"Then it's settled.  Peggy and I will run down the street and pick up
dinner and when you and Art get home, dinner will be waiting.  We'll eat
and then watch TV or play games or something until you get here."

I heard Carly suck back a sob as she cupped the telephone mouthpiece,
grateful with all my efforts to comfort her chubby little babydoll.  She
hesitated for a little over fifteen seconds and then continued.

"If you and Peggy need anything when we're on the way home, just have
her call me on my cell phone and let us know, okay?"

"Sure thing."

"I can't thank you enough Kip.  I really mean that."

"My pleasure Carly.  It really is!  Here, say bye to your little girl."

By this time, Peggy had stopped crying and was leaning her head on my
shoulder, her right thumb planted firmly between her lips.  When I
handed her the phone, she let her thumb go with a loud 'smack'.  The
stress must have caused Peggy to revert to her babyhood and prompted her
to stuff her opposing digit into her mouth.  She looked so much like a
three or four year old that I wanted to treat her like my own little
baby girl.

They finished their phone call, I closed and locked the front door and
Peggy had me go with her so she could put the phone back in the cradle
and then walk down the long hallway to her bedroom.  She put her
battered book bag down on her desk while I continued to hold her to my
right side.  She then asked if I would stay with her while she changed
and then went pee.

I was extraordinarily nervous at the prospect of being in the same room
with a little girl as she got undressed, but knew that she had already
been so traumatized by Billy that she needed an adult around so she
could feel safe.  I agreed and set her feet to the floor, taking a seat
on her little desk set facing away from her so she could have some
privacy as she changed, intentionally trying to act gentlemanly by
keeping my eyes turned AWAY from her.

She went to the chest of drawers and retrieved some clothes and began to
get undressed as if it was quite normal for a stranger to be sitting
less than three feet away from her as she pulled her blouse and skirt
off.  What I didn't realize when I initially sat down was where a half
length mirror was positioned, directly in front of me.

What I had done to provide Peggy privacy had backfired!  I was now
staring into the mirror at the back of a chubby little eight year old
girl as she unzipped and pulled her skirt to the floor, the back of her
light pink panties clearly in my view.  Her perfectly plump and round
bum was mere feet from me and all I needed to do to have my way with her
was to turn around and wrap my arms around her, push my hands inside her
thin panties and rip them down to the floor around her ankles.

The fullness of her bum was extraordinary.  It looked so plump and
round, yet perfectly formed and not out of proportion with the rest of
her body.  Like so many little girls' bums that I had seen on the
internet a few nights earlier, the curvature of her ass was spectacular
and her panties provided very little protection from my hungry gaze.
Oh, how I longed to tug her tiny pink panties down and see just what SHE
looked like with nothing covering her plump bottom.

Once her skirt was off and flung toward the open doorway of her bedroom,
she undid a few buttons and pulled her blouse up over her head and also
tossed it toward the door, falling right on top of her empty skirt.  I
was now staring at the backside of a near naked little eight year old,
her almost white skin softly jiggling and bouncing as she continued with
her activities.  I was even afforded long and clear views of her growing
titties when she turned and leaned down to retrieve something from the
floor.

Her breasts were much more well developed than I had imagined, most
likely attributable to her increased body mass.  Her nipples were
already perky and erect, the unexpected result of her getting undressed
with her new neighbor less than a yard away.  The soft plump form of her
developing titties attracted my eyes like natural magnets, almost
forcing me to follow her every move and her breasts' every jiggle.  She
was like my dream come true in miniature!  Her titties hadn't grown
enough to require her to wear a bra, but enough that they pushed forward
into gentle mounds tipped with pink points.

Although I wanted to continue to stare at her, I knew I needed to
refrain from increasing her level of discomfort so I turned away from
the mirror and faced the far wall, holding my right hand over my eyes so
my view was completely blocked.  She saw that I appeared to be
uncomfortable by seeing her almost naked and in her innocent and naive
way, tried to reassure ME that everything was okay!

"I'm sorry if I'm embarrassing you by getting undressed Mister Franklin.
I'll be done in just a minute so you don't have to see me nekked or feel
bad, okay?  I'm almost dressed."

"That's okay Peggy.  Take your time Honey."  [REALLY!]

I continued to hear her softly whisper to herself as she moved about
behind me, the sound of her clothes forcing me to listen more intently.
When I heard an "OW!", I instinctively turned around to provide comfort
and assistance, only to see Peggy with a spaghetti strap summer dress
completely covering her head, with a thread near the top of the bodice
caught on her hair berets.  That's NOT where my eyes locked on, however.

Peggy had turned around and was blindly making her way to where I was
sitting, her arms still up in the air through the opening of the dress
and her pink panties now completely open to my hungry gaze.  The bottom
hem of her dress was still high enough that her hip-hugger panties were
fully in view and her pudendum looked like dessert!  I immediately
turned back around and waited for instructions, hoping Peggy didn't know
that I had turned around to stare at her panties.  I would have stared
at her for hours if I could have!

"Mister Franklin!  I'm stuck.  Can you help me?"

"Sure Peggy.  Stand still."

I got up off the short chair and knelt down in front of her, leaning
against her body until her legs pressed softly against the front of my
hips.  It would have taken little more than a quick thrust for me to
press my woody against her hips, but again, I resisted.

I began by trying to untangle her berets from some threads that were
loosely tied to the top edge of the bodice of her dress, hoping to pull
her dress down before she felt even MORE uncomfortable.  That's when I
realized that it was going to take longer than just a minute.

"Peggy, I need to pull your dress back up off your head Honey."

"I'm sorry Mister Franklin.  I didn't mean to be so much trouble."

"You AREN'T being any trouble Peggy.  I just didn't want you to feel bad
about me seeing your undies.  When I pull your dress up, you can cover
up with something else until we get it untangled, okay?"

"Thanks for trying to make me feel better Mister Franklin.  I know
you're not being nasty like Billy was.  I don't mind if YOU see my
panties since you're my friend."

I could feel her twist a knife harder into my chest, certain that she
knew just how badly I really DID want to pull her panties down and push
my hands and face up next to her tender young form just so I could see
if she looked as good in person as those many little girls I had seen on
the internet.

To reduce the amount of time she would be unable to see, I lifted the
bottom hem of her dress all the way up her body until it was over her
head, a pretty smile plastered all over her face as my reward.  A
brilliant blush soon followed, since she was now standing in front of me
wearing nothing more than her panties and ankle socks.  Seeing her blush
and look down to the floor in front of her body, I reached for a loose
towel on her bed that she must have used in the morning and pressed it
to her shoulders, the front edges along each side just long enough so
she could tuck it under each arm and hold it in place.

In the process of trying to provide her with some visual protection,
both sets of fingers were able to sample from the delicate softness of
her upper body, the plump fullness of her small breasts only briefly
caressed when I stuffed the edges of the towel between her ribs and her
upper arms.  OHHH, how I wanted to turn both hands slightly and cup
those lovely gems.

Once I was able to render her visually 'safe', she blushed a little more
and stood perfectly still as I began to untangle the threads from her
hair berets.  It took little more than ten seconds to free her from this
wonderful prison and when done, I gathered the material into a ring and
lifted it over her head.

"We can put this back on now Peggy.  The threads are out of the way
now."

Completely unaware of what effect gravity would have on her protection,
Peggy thrust her arms straight into the air which caused her towel to
fall, allowing me to again see the loveliness of her semi-naked form.
Her titties looked absolutely delicious less than three inches from my
nose, both of her erect nipples having the characteristic bright pink
firmness surrounded by a light pink circular shield of skin.  She was
going to be wonderfully endowed when she grew up and I remembered seeing
lots of Big Beautiful Women on the internet, imagining her after ten or
fifteen years posing for me like I had seen all those women posing for
their boyfriends or husbands in so many of those images.

Her arms went straight through the ring of material and I allowed my
hands to fall ahead of the bottom hem.  In a strategic move, I allowed
the backs of my fingers to remain against her body as they fell.  Just
as my hands delicately brushed against the softness of her breasts, I
let the fabric go and let it fall along her body.  She then began
straightening the two thin straps over her shoulders and again afforded
me a few quick glances inside the top of her dress, brief views of her
chest mounds appearing and then disappearing.

"Thank you Mister Franklin.  I'm glad you were here to help me get
dressed."

"You're welcome Peggy.  I'm just a little embarrassed that I had to help
you take your dress all the way off so I could untangle your berets.
You need to tell your mom what I had to do so she doesn't get worried
that I may have done this on purpose."

"Oh, that's okay Mister Franklin.  I don't mind.  I was a little scared
at first but when you covered me with that towel, I knew you were just
trying to be polite.  We don't have to tell anybody that you could see
me in just my panties and that I let you look at my boobies as much as
you wanted.  We can keep that our little secret, can't we?"

"Well, it may not be a good idea for us to keep secrets like that Honey,
because it might seem like I WANT you to keep secrets like that.  I
don't want you to think that I can't be trusted and I would feel bad if
you thought I was trying to take advantage of you like Billy did."

"You didn't try to push your hand inside my panties without asking me,
Mister Franklin.  That PROVES you're not mean or dirty.  Besides, if you
really think I'm pretty, then I don't mind at ALL if you want to see me
in my panties.  It kind of makes me feel all tingly inside like you were
tickling me or something.  You're not mad at me, are you Mister
Franklin?"

"Why should I be mad at you Peggy?"

"Cause I don't mind if you see my panties or my little boobies.  Does
that mean that I'm a naughty girl or something?"

"What would your mom or dad say if they found out you let someone see
you like that?  Would THEY be mad?"

"Maybe a little.  But they don't have to know that you were just
LOOKING, do they?"

"A little looking may not be bad, but you need to know that if you let
someone see just a little bit, they may want to see some more and some
more and some more.  Pretty soon, they might want you to take your dress
all the way off just so they could look at your pretty panties and your
sexy body for a LONG time.  After a while, they might even want to see
what you looked like WITHOUT your panties and might want you to take
them off too.  After that, they might want to touch you to see how you
FEEL too.  Do you see where this is all going?"

"Uh huh.  I've heard kids in my class talk about some of the big girls
at school and they say that girls that let boys put their hands inside
their panties are BAD girls."

"Well, boys shouldn't be putting their hands inside LITTLE girls
panties, either.  But if BIG girls wanted to let boys do that, then they
need to know what kind of trouble they could get into if it happened."

"What kind of trouble?"

"Well, looking may not be bad, but after looking comes touching and
after that comes kissing and after that, stuff starts happening pretty
quickly, and before long, the girl might not like what happens next."

"Like what?"

This conversation was beginning to have an effect on me.  I felt my
woody already at attention and wanting even more to SHOW her rather than
just tell her.  I needed to either diffuse where this was going or be
ready to accept jail time when her parents found out that I had finished
what bad boy Billy had started on the school bus.

I felt beads of sweat start pouring down my forehead and knew this
conversation had gone far enough.  Time to go get some dinner.

"I tell you what.  How about if you ask your mom that question Honey.  I
think she'd prefer if SHE was the one to tell you about that stuff,
okay?"

Peggy didn't change her expression for the next few seconds and then the
light came on.  She immediately blushed, lowered her eyes to the floor
and smiled slightly.  BINGO!

"You mean SEX, don't you Mister Franklin?"

"Um hmmm.  Now let's get you ready so we can go get dinner."

I got up trying not to look too intently at her precious chubby little
body and led her out of her bedroom, through the hall toward the front
door.

We were just about to enter the entrance hall when Peggy remembered she
needed to go pee.

DAMN!

"Mister Franklin.  I know this might sound naughty, but I need to go pee
and I don't want to be alone right now.  Can you come with me so I won't
be afraid?"

"Okay, but let's hurry.  I'm pretty hungry and I need to take my mail
home and lock up the house."

She brightened up and held my hand as we walked back to the hall
bathroom.  She flicked on the light and directed me inside, closing the
door and locking it so she could feel safe.  This was extremely
uncomfortable for me, since there was no place for me to stand other
than in front of her while she pulled her dress up and her panties down.
The next best alternative would be for me to stand in front of the full
mirror by the sink and try to focus on combing my hair or something.

I shifted my position so that I was as far away from her as I could get
without stepping inside the bathtub, facing away from Peggy.  Without so
much as a warning and before I could completely turn away, Peggy pulled
her dress back up and then tugged her panties down.  For the briefest of
moments I was afforded a first hand account of what a little eight year
old's pussy looked like and it was more thrilling in person than I had
ever imagined.

I know Peggy could tell I saw her because of a repressed smile and a
sexy crimson blush, but seemed intrigued with the possibility of someone
my age admiring a chubby little girl like her.  Her self image must have
been pretty damaged to allow me to see her like that, since the other
children must have been treating her as if she couldn't POSSIBLY be
attractive to ANYONE.  I would crawl across a mile of broken glass just
to have a chance to see her openly pull her panties down for me.  Her
plump pudendum looked exquisite!

To further add to the exotic visual display was an aural presentation
that filled the room.  She made no pretense about having to pee and
practically peeled a layer of porcelain off the inside of the bowl.

When she was done, she tugged off some paper and held her dress high
enough that with little effort, I was able to steal a few wonderful
glances between her chubby legs and see Heaven on Earth.  She tossed the
slightly damp paper into the bowl and scooted off the commode, faced me
and pulled her panties back up and then lowered her dress.  She then
turned back to the commode and flushed it, completing her bathroom
duties by standing tightly next to me in front of the sink and washing
her hands.

"Okay, I'm ready to go now Mister Franklin.  Thanks for waiting in here
with me."

"You're welcome Peggy, but I don't think it would be a good idea to let
me be with you again the next time you have to go."

"Why not?"

Her face took on the expression of someone that was just told the Easter
Bunny and Santa Claus were mere figments of imagination.

"Because I shouldn't see you pull your dress up and your panties down."

"Why not?  Don't you still like me?"

"Of COURSE I like you sweetheart.  It's just that little girls shouldn't
be letting big guys see them in their panties or let them see them
WITHOUT their panties either."

"Why not?  I thought you said I was pretty?"

"I think you're VERY pretty Peggy.  And that's just it.  You see, if I
start looking at you like that, I might want to see you LOTS more and
then pretty soon, I may want to do stuff just like Billy.  That wasn't
nice, was it?"

"He's mean!  He was just trying to be NASTY!  You aren't trying to be
nasty.  You just want to see what I LOOK like, right Mister Franklin?"

"Yeah, that's true.  But now that I've seen you once, I don't have to
EVER see you again, do I?"

I think I was finally able to put a twist on her logic that she couldn't
beat me at, because she didn't argue the point as I unlocked the
bathroom door and pulled it open so we could leave.

I made sure she had her house key before I locked the front door and we
were off to my house so I could drop off my mail, get my walet, money
and truck keys.

We were in my garage in little over three minutes and I stepped around
to the passenger side of my truck so I could seat my little neighbor.
It wasn't until she was sitting down that I realized just how short her
dress really was.  As I tugged her seatbelt around her body and buckled
it for her, I couldn't take my eyes off of her perfectly formed little
legs, her pink panties coming into view just fractions of an inch beyond
the bottom hem of her dress.  She must have seen where I was looking,
because she again blushed a lovely crimson and looked down to her legs
instead of looking into my face.

To try to redeem myself in her eyes, I reached for her dress and tugged
it down just a little, not able to draw it down more than an inch.  Her
legs were still being displayed like so much appetizer and I had to
stand back and close the door so I could maintain some semblance of
control.

I got in the other side, buckled in and backed out of the garage,
watching her every move.  More often than not, she was watching
everything that 'I' was doing, looking up at my face and trying to
determine if I was upset with her somehow.

The trip to the Golden Lion took less than ten minutes, with no real
conversation taking place along the way.  When we got there, we were
greated by Lucy Su-Ling, the owner.  She was extremely proud of her
restraurant and recognized me immediately.

"Nee-haw Kip.  Nee-haw."

"Hello Lovely Lucy.  How are you today?"

"I am well, thank you Kip.  Would you like a table for two this evening?
We have a wonderful dinner for two lovers this evening with seven
courses."

"Actually, my girlfriend and I are going to be getting some take away
this evening.  I'd like some combination fried rice, Kung Pao chicken
and some stir fried vegetables, enough for four people please."

Peggy looked up at me with a huge smile on her face, hearing me call her
my 'girlfriend' in front of another adult.  The little girl was
incredibly happy right now, and seemed pleased with how things turned
out this afternoon.

"Very good Kip.  I get it right away."

Lucy hustled off to the kitchen and placed the order, returning with a
small plate of Dim Sum moments later.

"This is for both you and your pretty little girlfriend while you are
here.  Please to come sit and enjoy."

As she always did, she treated me with such respect and grace that it
was impossible for me to refuse.  I directed Peggy to a chair that
allowed her legs to stay out of view of a few of the more inquisitive
male patrons, pulled the tall seat out for her and then helped her up.
She must have thought I was giving her the royal treatment, because she
never stopped smiling the whole time we were there.  We sampled a few of
the treats that Lucy had offered and as usual, they were great.

When our order arrived, I paid the bill with the customary twenty
percent gratuity and then helped Peggy back down, treating her just like
I would if she were my adult date, even though I wouldn't normally help
an adult down from the top of a chair in a restaurant.  I even held my
arm out so she could take it and walk with me proudly back to the
entrance.

"Thank you again Kip."

"Sheh-sheh Lovely Lucy.  Thank you."

When we got to my truck, I again walked to the passenger side and opened
the door for my little date, letting her get in before I put the bag of
food cartons on the floor in front of her between her feet.  In
retrospect, I shouldn't have put it there, because instead of keeping
her legs together, Peggy spread her knees enough to allow me to see all
the way up her dress.  I know her actions were meant to constrain the
plastic bag of food cartons and keep them from toppling over by hugging
them with her ankles.  STILL!

Her actions allowed me to see all the way up her thighs and take in
another full view of her pink panties.  It was getting more difficult by
the minute to resist looking straight up her legs in an open and direct
manner.  To help her retain some level of dignity, I again tugged her
dress down slightly as I openly commented about what I had seen.

"OOOOPS!  Better be careful!  I might start peeking at your pretty legs
and looking up your dress if you keep doing THAT Peggy!  If I get too
curious, I might want to stare at your pink panties all the way home,
and I might HIT something along the way.  You better watch out or I
might want to act just like that naughty Billy and look at your pretty
underpants, okay?"

She immediately giggled and put her right index finger against her lips,
the most erotic and sexy pose I could have asked her to provide.  I put
her seatbelt back on her, smiled and winked as she looked at me with the
admiration and affection of someone in love, the little girl never once
trying to pull her dress down any further or close her thighs so I
couldn't see.  Feeling a new sense of ambition, I gently patted her
right thigh just below the bottom hem of her dress, close enough that
both of us knew my eyes AND hands could sample from the soft smooth
wonder of her thin underwear.

I stepped back and closed the door, only to return to the driver seat
moments later.  She watched me constantly, carefully observing
everything that I did and keeping track of my eyes for any sign of
travel back toward her legs or panties.  At least twice before I had
buckled my belt and started the truck, that's exactly what I did.  She
looked so incredibly sexy and virginal as she sat on my truck seat, her
thighs splayed just enough for me to see all the way into Heaven on
Earth.

"Let's go eat!  I'm so hungry I could eat up a pretty little girl right
now!"

I thrust my right hand up against her tummy and began to tickle her
wildly, wiggling my fingers relentlessly along the soft fullness of her
tummy and sides.  She instantly burst into loud squeals and laughter as
I entertained her for the next few seconds, her arms resisting my hands
ever so slightly but not preventing me from having access to her tender
body.  Then both her legs flew up to attempt some level of protection,
my hand allowed to sample some of her soft thighs every few seconds, but
my conscience unwilling to allow me to cup her pantied quim like Billy
had done.  I tickled her for about a half minute total, leaned back and
then started our way back home.

After I had stopped and began to redirect my focus to driving a two ton
vehicle, Peggy kept looking at me but didn't reposition her legs or
feet, her upturned lower limbs toward her chin, her feet nestled on the
edge of the seat and my eyes catching the image of her full and lovely
chubby thighs.  Her dress was about as useful in keeping her covered as
a handkerchief is to a man with a gaping chest wound.  All her clothing
did was to define where her body was covered and where I was able to see
her bare skin, so much of her body available for visual entertainment
that I had to TRY to look the other way.

I'm certain Peggy wanted to ask me something, because she kept looking
at me with a pensive expression, trying to figure out how to start the
conversation.  We sat quietly the whole trip back and upon arrival, I
parked my truck in her parent's driveway, certain to leave enough room
for them to get around me when they drove up.  I didn't know if they had
only one car, and didn't want to worry about blocking their access
completely, but I did take a chance that I was in their normal parking
spot.

When the truck was parked and turned off, I looked down at Peggy and
smiled.

"Would you like for me to come open the door like a gentleman should, or
do you want to open it on your own?"

She blushed brightly and returned her finger to her mouth, enamoured
with all the attention I was bestowing upon her.

"I like being treated like a lady.  It makes me feel all special like I
was a princess or something and you were my king or handsome knight."

"Perfect!  But remember Peggy.  You ARE special to me, so door manners
it is!"

I got out and came around to her side yet again, opened the door and
reached in to retrieve the food first so she didn't have to worry about
accidentally spilling it.  What she did next threw me for a loop.

As I reached down to the floorboard to grab the handle of the bag, she
opened her legs much wider than she had before and permitted me a view
like none other.  Her pink panties were plainly in view from vagina to
waist, her legs splayed wide enough apart that I was even able to see
the dark vertical line that formed her vulvar cleft inside the thin
material, the view so spectacular that I almost fell face first into the
truck in front of her.  I'm not sure if she realized what she had
provided me, but her actions weren't either clumbsy or terribly obvious.
It was most likely more like an accidental offering than an overt
invitation.

With the bag of food in hand and her seatbelt undone, I helped Peggy
slide off the seat and watched as her dress was pulled all the way up
her back by the side of the truck seat.  I was yet again offered a
lovely view of Heaven.

Once she was back on Terra Firma, she straightened her dress and stood
to the side.

That's when I realized that all of these wonderful displays were mere
accidents by a naive and innocent little girl, unintended glimpses of
something that only very LUCKY guys get to openly see with permission.

She took my hand before I could offer it and we walked toward her front
door.  Once inside, I asked her to call her mom again to let her know
that we were back at the house and that Peggy was 'safe'.

"Hi mom.  Mister Franklin and I are back home now and we're ready to
eat.  Do you want us to wait for you?"

"You're home already?  Well, I hope you're not disappointed Honey, but
Daddy and I have to work a little later tonight, so I need to ask Kip .
. . I mean Mr.  Franklin if he wouldn't mind staying with you until we
get home.  Put him on the phone please Babydoll."

"Mister Franklin?  My mom wants to ask you if you can stay with me
longer.  Please say you will.  Please?"

No need to beat around the bush with Peggy!

"Hello Carly."

"Uh . . . Kip?  I need to ask another favor."

"Sure.  Fire away."

"I hate to impose on you like this, but under the circumstances, would
you mind staying with Peggy until we get home?"

"Not at all!  She's such wonderful company that I'm having a great time
watching her.  I'm sure you'll be home before we realize it.  What time
do you expect to arrive?"

"Well, that's the problem.  Art and I are involved in a pretty extensive
audit right now, and we were hoping to get some things done before
Monday.  It might be pretty late before we have a chance to leave.  Is
that going to hamper any plans you have for the evening?"

"Not at all!  Since I don't have a social life and I'm no longer
married, I don't have to worry about anything other than making Peggy
happy."

"I'm sure you just made her VERY happy indeed!  I really appreciate you
spending so much time with her like this Kip.  I hope I can make it up
to you real soon."

"No worries Carly.  By the way, what time is Peggy supposed to be in
bed?"

As soon as Peggy heard the words, she crossed her arms and started to
pout, obviously disappointed that I would treat her like an eight year
old rather than my adult date.

"How about if you two just have fun tonight and let Peggy decide when
she should take care of her evening chores, take a bath and then go to
bed when she gets tired."

"I'm sure she'd appreciate the freedom to decide on her own when things
should be done.  By the way Carly, I need to ask you something, could
you hold on for a moment?"

"Sure."

"Peggy, I need to ask your mom something in private.  Would you please
go to the end of the hall for just a minute?  You can still see me from
over there and I would really appreciate it if you did."

"Ohhh-kaaaay."

She trundled off looking back over her shoulder and even stood near the
entry way of the hall, waiting to see if I would notice.  I made a
series of 'scooting' gestures with the back of my hand so she would move
along.  She huffed and then complied.  I looked down the hallway and
could see her standing all the way at the end.  I could now be sure she
was out of hearing range but could still see me.

"Carly, I don't want to frighten you or Art, but Peggy doesn't want me
to leave her alone even for a minute.  She already has asked me to wait
with her in the bathroom when she went pee before we left.  I was unsure
if I should but she insisted, so I turned my back and looked toward the
shower so I could preserve as much of her dignity as possible.  If she
takes a bath or has to go pee again, I'm fairly certain she'll want me
to be with her once more.  Is this such a good idea?  She's at a very
impressionable age right now and I don't want to cause her any
additional grief or discomfort.  What should I do?"

"Kip, you have to be the only living gentleman left on this Earth.  You
are such a dear for considering her feelings like that.  What a
sweetheart you are.  If you don't mind watching over her and she doesn't
mind your being in the bathroom with her, then it would be okay if you
stayed with her until she feels better about that bully."

"I'll try to occupy myself with a magazine or something while I'm
waiting for her."

"Well, I hate to be constantly asking you favors, but if she asks you to
help wash her hair, would you mind?"

"Not at all.  I just didn't want to do something that would cause Peggy,
you or Art any concerns.  It's not that I don't know HOW to take care of
a little girl.  It's just that I haven't done it in many years."

"I'll bet by the time this evening is out, she's gonna be looking at you
with googly eyes and rose colored glasses.  If she hasn't fallen in love
with you by now, then she will have by the time you put her to bed."

Just the thought of me 'putting her to bed' made my dick jump and caused
me to blush.  Peggy saw it all the way down the hall and covered her
mouth so she could stifle a giggle.

"Before our dinner gets cold, I guess I better go.  Let me get Peggy so
you can chat with her before I hang up."

"Thank you again Kip.  I really appreciate this."

"Peggy?  Come talk to your mom, Honey."

She came bounding down the hallway like a child about to see a room full
of toys.  She took the phone from me and smiled as I assumed her place
at the end of the hall, being certain to remain within her visual range.

As she chatted with her mother, I could see her blush slightly, look
down at the floor and then cover her mouth again so her mom couldn't
hear her giggle.  After a minute more of quiet convrsation, she said
'Goodnight' to her mom and hung up the phone.  The next look she gave me
caused me to think that 'I' might be served up as dinner.  She was
standing in front of me once again and smiling just like she did when
she heard me call her my girlfriend.

"My mom said that if I wanted you to, you would give me a bath and then
help me get ready for bed whenever I wanted to.  She said I could stay
up and visit with you as late as I wanted and even said that if I got
sleepy, you could take a nap with me."

WHAT?  IS SHE SERIOUS?  I tried like Hell not to look too surprized.

"I realize that what happened today was pretty scary and since you
didn't want to be alone, I told your mom that I would try to make you
comfortable in any way I could."

Before the words finished falling out of my mouth, Peggy lunged forward
and enveloped me with her arms, squeezing me tight enough to produce a
little fart.  We both started laughing hysterically which helped to
break the tension I was feeling.

"We better start eating dinner or it'll be ice cold by the time you're
done hugging me."

In a whisper of a voice, she responded.

"I wouldn't mind.  I like hugging you."

[Be carefully Honey!  Hugs can turn into caresses and then into
fondling.  Trust me!  I know what my mind and body are capable of!]

Since I was unable to peel Peggy from my body, I decided to make our way
to the kitchen so I could serve our dinners with her plastered all over
my tummy.  I even made a game of her hanging onto me like that, walking
toward the kitchen in a Frankenstein-like gate.  It must have added to
her image of me being her best friend and companion, her giggles, laughs
and a few squeals filling my heart and soul with undying love for the
little girl.

With our plates filled to overflowing and two drink glasses filled with
ice and sodapop, I left the extra food in the styrene bowls and put them
in the fridge.  Still being delightfully hugged by my love magnet, I
carried our plates to the breakfast nook.  She really didn't want to let
go even after everything was properly placed on the table, and it was
going to be almost impossible to eat with her attached to my body.  But
I was also torn because the feeling of her chubby body pressed against
mine was thoroughly intoxicating.

I finally convinced her to let me slide onto the bench seat and she
could sit on my lap while we ate.  She must have thought I was truly her
knight in shining armour because as we ate, she kept looking up at my
face every minute or so, intrigued or in love.  I couldn't tell.

I was finally able to finish eating, with Peggy cleaning her plate
moments after.

"Okay Punkin', what would you like to do first?  Play a game?  Watch TV?
Read a book?  Get tickled for an hour by your new boyfriend?  Whatever
you want.  Your wish is my command."

She must have completely zoned out and envisioned herself as a young
princess being courted by a handsome knight of olde, since her eyes
seemed to glaze over and her smile never dimmed.  For a moment, I saw
her lips pucker slightly and I was sure she might lean the few inches
further forward and plant a wet one right on my kisser.  I was tempted,
but resisted.

"Peggy?"

"Huh?"

"Did you hear what I asked you?  What would you like to do?"

"Uh . . . well . . . I uh . . . "

"Go ahead Honey.  What?"

She lowered her gaze to her hands on her lap and looked slightly
embarrassed.

"Could we just sit and watch TV for a little while?  Kinda like we were
on a REAL date?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she looked up at me with doe eyes and
a pouting bottom lip.  I was sure she knew what effect this would have
on me and I practically melted into the bench where my butt was planted.

I felt as if 'I' was on my first date all over again and my parents were
away from home for the next few hours.  Heck . . . that's EXACTLY how
Peggy felt!  Without delay, I responded.

"Sure!  We can pretend I'm your date for this evening and we can just
sit and talk or do whatever you want."

Maybe I shouldn't have said 'whatever', because she immediately looked
back into my eyes with an expression that spoke volumes.  She knew a lot
more about what boys and girls did when they were alone than she let on.
I was beginning to feel a lot more nervous than I had when I was
seventeen, and that was twenty years ago.

I shifted her off my lap and took our plates and dinnerware to the sink,
rinsed them off and put them into the dishwasher as if I were in my our
house.  She took the last few gulps of soft drink from her glass and
handed it to me so it could also be included.  When all the dishes were
stowed, she looked up at me and blushed a lovely crimson, thinking of
what she might be able to get away with as we waited for her parents to
come home.

She reached out with her right hand and led me to her bedroom, which at
first took my breath away.  I stopped at the door and waited to see what
she was going to do.  She turned the desk lamp on and I then finally
started to feel a little more at ease.  It was only after she opened her
full width closet doors that I saw a rather nice 35 inch TV sitting on a
small chest of drawers just inside.  She picked up the remote control
and handed it to me as if I knew what to do with it as she began to go
through her collection of DVD's for something that we both might find
entertaining.

When she inserted a disk into the slot at the bottom of the TV, she
again reached for my hand and directed me to sit on her bed along the
opposite wall.  I wasn't sure if her mom would appreciate WHERE I was
going to be looking after her baby girl, but knew Peggy wasn't in the
mood for anything more than comfort and reassurance, so I tried to put
my feelings of anxiety and lust in the background.

I waited until Peggy had climbed onto her bed and started to get
comfortable before I sat down, so I could be at a discrete distance.
Once my butt hit her bed and my back against the wall behind me, she
scooted over to my lap and practically climbed on top of me, her chubby
legs draped over mine and her dress all the way to her hips.  She pushed
her right arm around my neck and pulled herself into my body as if we
had been dating for months.  She didn't look into my eyes for the next
few minutes as the movie started, but I could tell she was waiting for
the right moment to start chatting softly.

As if she were about to explode, she turned and looked at me with her
face less than four inches from mine, her eyes looking me over from
mouth to brow, up and down.  I tried like Hell to avoid her gaze, but
after fifteen seconds, I had to look back at her.  As soon as I did, she
blushed and turned away.  It was now a game for her, since what she was
feeling was most likely her first crush and she didn't know what to say
or how to act.

It wasn't until I softly started caressing the back of her left hand a
few minutes later that she finally leaned her head into my left shoulder
and melted into my body, wrapping her tiny hand around as much of my
fingers as she could hold.  She must have felt quite excited, because I
could hear her breathing and saw her chest heaving with every lungful of
air.  I could also begin to feel the pounding of her heart as her
excitement built to a near crescendo.  After twenty minutes of the movie
had passed, she had finally gathered enough strength to start speaking
again.

"Mister Franklin?  Can I ask you a question?"

"Of course Peggy.  You can ask me anything at all."

"ANYTHING?"

"Um hmmm.  And I promise I won't say anything to your mom and dad if you
want me to keep it a secret."

"Really?  HONEST?"

I turned my face slightly and tried to look into her eyes, but could
only see her little mouth as it quivered in nervous excitement.

"As long as I don't have to call the cops afterward or end up in jail, I
promise I'll try to answer each and every question that you have."

She waited for about a minute before saying another word, trying to form
her next question carefully.

"Why was Billy trying to put his hand inside my panties?  Doesn't he
know the difference between boys and girls?"

"I'm sure he does Peggy.  That's exactly WHY he was trying to do that.
You see, boys often LIKE to touch girls down there because it feels
really nice, that is, when the boy is being NICE to the girl and not
trying to force her to do stuff by being mean."

"I don't understand.  Why was he being so mean?  If he wanted to put his
hand into a girl's panties, why didn't he just ask a girl his own age
instead of trying to do that with ME and making ME feel so scared?"

"He probably thought he could touch you without anyone like your mom or
dad finding out.  He may have thought because you were so young that you
wouldn't know what to do and he could touch you as long as he wanted."

"But there are OTHER girls that let boys pull their panties down and
touch them and stuff.  Why didn't he go touch THEM instead?"

I was tempted to inquire WHICH little girls allowed such brazen
behavior, but resisted.

"Maybe he was trying to embarrass you by doing it in front of his
friends.  Some people think it's more fun if they can scare someone or
make them feel bad while THEY have fun.  It's not nice, but it's often
true."

"Is it because I'm not pretty like all the other girls?  Is it because
I'm all fat and look like an ugly little piggy like they all said?"

"He might THINK that you're not pretty, but it's not true.  As soon as I
saw you the first time, I thought you were MUCH prettier than ALL those
other girls.  I don't think you're fat at all.  In fact, I really like
the way you look, just like you are."

"Honest?  You're not teasing me?"

"Nope!  I wouldn't tease you about something like that.  I really mean
it.  I think you are the prettiest little girl I have ever seen."

She pulled her head away from my shoulder and looked me right in the
eyes.  We stared at each other for the next half minute, blinking very
sparingly so we wouldn't miss anything that might happen next.

As she kept her eyes locked onto mine, I couldn't help myself and
reached up to her soft left cheek and gently caressed it with the back
of my index finger.  She actually leaned into my hand and accepted the
delicate sensation as I moved my digit up and down.  She closed her eyes
slightly and put her left hand over my right, pulling it into her face
as if it was a little bunny or her favorite stuffed teddy bear.

Without thinking, I opened my hand and cupped the side of her face,
softly working my thumb very close to the edge of her mouth.  My mind no
longer had control of my actions, since right in front of my face, my
thumb began caressing the fullness of her lips.

At first, she seemed nervous or shocked by my bold move, but relaxed
just as quickly and accepted my caresses as a loving gesture rather than
a nasty one like Billy's.  I knew I was getting deeper into trouble by
the second and before long, I was fondling her lips as if I were
nonverbally asking her to kiss me.

She was growing up and maturing right in front of me.  She opened her
eyes and looked into mine yet again.  That's when the question came that
I knew would send me down the path of sin and depravity that I might
regret for the rest of my life.

"Mister Franklin?  If I wanted you to, would you kiss me?"

I choked back a cough and tried to act as maturely as I could.

"Do you think your mom and dad would like me kissing you Peggy?  They
would be terribly angry if they ever found out that I did that and would
call the cops on me for sure."

"You wouldn't tell them . . . would you?"

OH MY GOD!  She was willing to kiss me and even thought long enough
about the consequences to want to keep it a secret.

"Not if you didn't want me to.  But, since I'm so much older than you,
if anyone ever DID find out, I would be locked away in jail for the rest
of my life."

"I promise I wouldn't tell anyone, EVER.  PLEASE?  Just for a little
while, please?"

"Are you sure Peggy?  You don't know what I might do if you let me start
kissing you.  I might want to do stuff like Billy and I remember what
you felt like when he tried to do that.  Do you remember how it felt
when he tried to put his hand inside your panties?  It didn't feel good
did it?  It made you feel very scared too, huh?"

"That's because he was being mean and didn't stop when I asked him to.
You would stop if I asked you to, wouldn't you Mister Franklin?"

"Of course I would Peggy.  But that still isn't right, is it?  After
all, I'm not supposed to even let you KISS me."

"Is it because I'm just a little girl and not a BIG girl like in high
school or something?"

"Yes, that's it exactly.  When you get older, you'll understand what the
consequences of your actions are and will be able to better decide when
you're supposed to let guys do certain things and when you're NOT
supposed to.  Do you understand?"

"Uh huh.  I understand.  You mean good touching and BAD touching,
right?"

"That's right!"

"I know the difference between good touching and nasty touching, that's
why I'm glad you came to my rescue this afternoon, because Billy was
trying to touch me without my permission and that's considered BAD
touching.  If I wanted you to and I LET you, then that's not considered
bad.  That's still okay, right?"

"Well . . . kind of.  It's still bad touching if I put my hand somewhere
that it isn't supposed to be, even if you LET me do it.  Do you
understand Honey?  It's not that I DON'T want to touch you with a gentle
hand and a loving caress.  It's just that I'm not SUPPOSED to touch you
like that because I'm not allowed to."

"But if I didn't mind and didn't tell anyone, then why CAN'T you?  You
wouldn't be mean or nothing, would you?"

"Not at all.  I would be as gentle and go as slow as I possibly could."

In little more than five minutes, Peggy had turned my thinking around
enough that I was now considering taking her up on her offer of kissing
and touching.  It was only then that I realized just how dangerous this
situation was beginning to get.

"Peggy, I tell you what.  How about if we just sat here for a little
while and watched the movie?  We can talk about this a little later if
you still want to, okay?"

"Will you hold my hand and hug me nice and tight the whole time?"

"As tight as you want me to Honey."

She immediately snuggled as close to me as she could possibly be,
pushing her cushioned and plump bum right on top of my already throbbing
woody.  Fortunately, it was being restrained enough inside my jeans
along my left leg to keep her from feeling it.

That's what 'I' thought!

In confirmation of her request, I wrapped my left arm around her back
and pulled her even tighter into my body, providing her with loads of
affection and comfort.  She then tugged herself tighter to my upper body
with her right arm by hooking her right hand around my neck and forcing
us so tightly together that if she really wanted to, she could have
turned slightly and started to kiss me without asking.  Her left hand
gripped my right and she began to play with my fingers as if they were
her own personal toys.

Where my right hand eventually landed didn't help the situation in the
least.  By the time she had stopped tugging at it and playing with my
fingers, her left was on top of my right and my right was practically
between her thighs about two inches from her panties, already coming
into view as she squirmed up onto my lap the last time.

It took Herculean strength to resist pushing my hand further between her
soft thighs and higher along her legs, closer to her pretty pink
panties, the ones that I had seen just a couple of hours before.

As if it had answered a silent prayer for me, the movie ended and the
credits started to roll across the screen.  I could tell Peggy was
extremely disappointed because she let out a long, deep sigh, knowing
she was going to have to get up and put another one in.

"Peggy, I need to go to the bathroom Honey.  Can I get up please?"

She immediately looked into my face in horror.  I was going to leave her
alone and she didn't like the prospect of being by herself even for a
minute.  I could tell she was formulating a scenario whereby I could go
pee and she wouldn't have to be alone, so I interjected before she could
speak.

"I know you don't want to be alone right now Sweetheart, but it wouldn't
be right if you were with me when I went pee.  It won't take but a
minute, I promise."

I could see her start to shake out of fear, but like a trooper, she
accepted her fate.

"Okay, but only for a MINUTE.  Okay?"

"Okay.  Just for a minute.  If it will make you feel better, you can
stand just outside the bathroom and wait for me and I won't lock the
door just in case you need to come inside if something bad happens.
Will that be okay?"

She seemed to relax a little, knowing that I was truly trying to make
her feel better.

"Thank you for helping me Mister Franklin.  I know it's not right for me
to be with you in the bathroom so I can see your thingy, even if I'm a
little scared."

FUCK, this little girl can be direct!

"Good girl!  I'm very proud of you Peggy.  And just because you're
trying real hard, when we come back and watch another movie, I promise
I'll give you a little kiss.  But just a LITTLE one, okay?"

She blushed brightly and looked down at her left hand in mine, aware
that I was finally going to kiss her for the first time.  She nodded
silently and then looked up at me.

"Okay, SCOOT!  I GOTTA GO BAD!"

As I picked her up and whisked her off my lap in a quick lurch upward,
she let out a little yelp of surprize and started giggling furiously.  I
tried to stand back up but couldn't, my erect woody preventing me from
achieving a normal upright stance.  Peggy was much less aware of why I
couldn't reposition myself erect . . . stand up straight and looked at
me nervously.

"Am I too heavy Mister Franklin?  I'm sorry."

She looked horribly embarrassed and felt absolutely miserable, certain
that it was her immense weight that had caused my discomfort.  Time to
rescue her yet again!

I knelt down right in front of her and grabbed her by the shoulders,
looking her in the eyes with a serious stare.

"Peggy, I want you to listen to me VERY carefully.  The reason I'm all
hunched over is NOT because you're fat.  It's because I think you're the
prettiest little girl I have ever seen.  You've made me feel so good
that I'm a little . . . uh . . . well . . . I guess . . . EXCITED!  I
hope you're not mad at me for saying it, but I think you're just about
the prettiest and most attractive little angel I have ever seen.  Does
that make you scared or feel bad?"

Her blush and smile told me what her voice could not.  She immediately
wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled herself into my chest, her
head right next to my left ear.

"Thank you Mister Franklin.  It makes me feel all tingly inside to hear
you say that."

"I need to get up now Sweetie.  I'll be back in just a minute."

I pushed her away slightly and stood up, trying not to let her see the
tree trunk stuck inside my jeans along my left leg.  I'm glad I was able
to get up when I did, because if I had waited another minute, I would
have started to wet the front of my jeans.

After I was inside the bathroom and sitting down, I let loose a long
stream of relief and was finally able to relax a little.  I knew if I
had emptied my bladder from a standing position, the noise would have
embarrassed me totally and Peggy would have looked at me quite
differently.  After I finished, I was even tempted to get up and spray a
small load into the commode so I could get some sexual relief as well,
but remembered that I told her I would not lock the door of the
bathroom.  I'd have to wait until I got home to start generating another
small community.

I'm glad I was already standing and had my jeans up when Peggy softly
tapped at the bathroom door, calling to me nervously.

"Mister Franklin?  I'm scared.  Can I come in?"

"I'm coming right out Peggy."

I finished pulling my zipper up and flushed the commode just in time to
see the knob turn and the door open slightly, her frightened eyes
peeking through the ever increasing opening.

"I'm sorry Mister Franklin, but I'm too scared to be by myself right
now."

She finished opening the door and thrust herself at me, almost crying in
fear.

"Let me wash my hands and then we can go back and watch another movie,
okay?"

She never let go as I turned around, washed and then dried my hands.
When I was done, I began to direct her back to her room.  She let go
only slightly and left her right arm around my hips as we tried to walk
side by side to where we were sitting a few minutes ago.

She let me sit down first and as soon as I was comfortable, she looked
at me a little embarrassed.

"Are you sure you don't mind if I sit on your lap Mister Franklin?"

"I'd LOVE for you to sit on my lap Peggy.  I think you feel wonderful
right here."

I patted my thighs and smiled at the little waif, anxious for her to
resume her previous comfortable position.  Without so much as a second
of delay, she launched herself onto my lap and resumed her place on my
legs just as before, this time her dress was pulled all the way to her
hips and I could see a good portion of her pink panties as she was
hugging me.  All I could do at the time was to comfort the poor little
thing and hug her back, certain that I would straighten her dress at the
next most convenient moment.

That might be quite a while, however.  She just looked too good not to
enjoy the scenery.

It took a little longer for her to let go of me than the last time, her
arms squeezing me with enough strength that I thought she might leave
marks on my sides and back.

When she finally let go, she leaned back and looked up at me with what I
could only describe as female determination.  I knew what she was going
to ask me, since I had already promised her she could kiss me after I
went to the bathroom.

"Mister Franklin?"

She looked down for a moment and then back up at my mouth.  I was right
on the money!

"Would you kiss me now?"

"As long as you promise that you won't hurt me TOO much Peggy.  I'm not
sure if I'm ready to be kissed by such a PRETTY little girl yet."

Her smile grew with each passing second.  She was thrilled that I was
going to finally kiss her and liked the idea that I was a little nervous
about the whole ordeal, or at least PRETENDED to be.

I sat still and looked right into her eyes, waiting for her to make the
first move.  She leaned forward ever so slightly, closed her eyes and
puckered her lips a little too much, apparently thinking that kissing
between lovers was supposed to be with lips extended, just like when her
mom and dad kissed her.  I wanted desperately to show her how to kiss
properly, but knew that even a casual kiss like the one we were about to
share might be considered horribly wrong by every adult in my community.
Well . . . not EVERY adult!

I leaned forward and for the first time in my life, kissed an eight year
old little girl for no uther reason than pleasure.  When our lips met, I
held her in place so she wouldn't be able to back away.  She was a
little startled at first and seemed afraid that I was thinking about
hurting her, her eyes coming open wide with fear.  I let go of her lips
and of her shoulders, looking back at her as if I was puzzled or
confused.

"Did I do it wrong Peggy?  Was I supposed to kiss you differently?"

It was the perfect thing to say to her, giving her the impression that I
was more afraid of what we had just done than how SHE might have felt.

"Well . . . I've seen people kiss on TV and the movies before, but I
didn't know what I was supposed to do.  Would you mind telling me what
I'm supposed to do?  I want to kiss you right, but don't know how."

"The first thing that you need to know is that I'm not going to hurt you
Honey.  If I do anything that you don't want, just push me away and I'll
stop, okay?  I promise I won't do anything that'll make you mad or
afraid."

"Okay.  If you do anything that's scary, then I'll push you away and
tell you to stop."

"Next, when you kiss somebody for real, you don't need to pucker your
lips a whole lot.  Just let your mouth relax and pretend you're tasting
a juicy plum or peach.  It might feel a little strange at first if I
start to nibble on your lips, but you'll like it right away.  If it
tickles a lot and you want to stop and laugh, then go ahead.  I know
that this is really new to you and you don't know what to expect, so if
you want to ask me questions along the way, then go ahead."

"Okay."

"After the first kiss, if you feel alright then you can kiss ME, okay?"

Her eyes opened a little wider, aware that I was now going to allow her
to kiss ME if she wanted to.  Her excitement level grew and I could see
small beads of sweat start to form on her forehead.

"You can start whenever you want Peggy."

I sat back against the wall and waited for my little eight year old
student to dictate the speed of her next lesson.  Her FIRST real time
sex education lesson was about to begin and I was her favorite teacher.

She leaned forward with her eyes closed halfway and softly pressed her
lips to mine in a more convincing representation of an adult kiss.
After no more than five seconds, I couldn't help myself and opened my
lips slightly and started to nibble on her tender mouth.  Just as I
expected, she immediately started to smile and giggled, breaking our
kiss.  She leaned back and turned bright red.

"I'm sorry Mister Franklin.  I didn't mean to make you stop.  It just
tickled, that's all."

"I know Peggy.  I knew it would feel funny at first, that's why I told
you what you should expect the first few times.  When you feel more
comfortable, you can kiss me again."

Her smile never diminished as she leaned forward yet again, determined
to kiss me in earnest.  Her second attempt was much more enjoyable and I
again started to nibble softly on her plump lips.  This time, she knew
what to expect and let me continue.

After about thirty seconds, SHE started to nibble on mine!

Within two minutes, we were genuinely kissing each other like lovers,
softly but firmly caressing each other's lips, but not pressing hard
enough to hit each others' teeth.  She was much better at kissing in
five minutes than I had remembered being by the time I was eighteen.
She learned quite quickly!

Five more minutes went by and she finally pulled back, looking at my
mouth and leaving her lips spread slightly so I could see her tongue and
teeth.  I was no longer responsible for my actions and leaned forward,
returning my lips to hers.  She never pushed me away and wrapped her
arms around my neck, even pulling me into her body hungrily.  That's
when I started to teach her about gentle tongue wrestling.  She kept her
eyes closed and her mouth open for the next four minutes, accepting
everything I was offering.

When I started to feel horribly guilty about kissing a mere child, I
could feel my face become flushed and broke our kiss, looking back at
Peggy and feeling intense shame.

"What's wrong Mister Franklin?  Am I doing it wrong?"

"No Peggy.  You're not doing it wrong in the slightest.  In fact, you're
doing it better than I could have imagined."

"Then, why did you stop?"

"Because, if I didn't stop, I might get carried away and forget that
you're just eight years old, Honey.  I'm not even supposed to be kissing
you Sweetie and what's going on in my mind is so terribly wrong that I
feel just awful."

"It's okay Mister Franklin.  You're not being mean or nasty."

"Peggy, you need to understand something Sweetie.  What we're doing
right now is not right and could lead to stuff that you're not ready for
yet.  Why don't you wait until you're a little older before trying
anything like this, okay?"

"Is it because I'm not pretty like the other girls?  Or is it because
I'm FAT!  I HATE BEING FAT!"

She almost started crying all over again.  There was only one way I was
going to convince her that what I was thinking wasn't proper.

"PEGGY!  It is NOT because you're fat.  I keep telling you that I just
LOVE the way you look Honey.  I really do.  I think you look so
wonderful that I just want to eat you up and keep you for my very own
from now on.  It's just that what I'm feeling inside is not right with a
little girl your age, that's all."

"But I TOLD you, I don't mind and I promise that I won't say anything."

Time to convince her that there are some things that she's just not yet
ready for.

"Okay, but if I do anything that makes you mad, do you PROMISE to push
me away and stop me?"

"Uh huh!  I promise!"

"Okay, then if you want to kiss me some more, then go ahead."

I was going to wait until she was comfortable enough with our lip lock
until my next move was made.  I leaned forward and she met me half way,
our lips joining and our tongues intertwining.  After no more than a
minute, I shifted my right hand over her bare legs and softly caressed
her thighs, thrilled with the elegant feel of her tender young skin.

I was shocked when she did nothing to stop the progress of my fingers as
I delicately wiggled them between her legs until I was cupping the plump
rubbery fullness along the inside of her right thigh.  I didn't move my
hand any higher for the next few seconds, trying to concentrate on our
kiss, my fingers softly squeezing and relaxing as her left leg opened
and granted me a little more room.  Time to take it to the next level
and test her resolve!

As I continued to run my thumb around in arcs across the silkiness of
her tender right limb, I began my almost imperceptible journey up her
thigh, caressing and fondling her leg as my hand worked closer to her
quivering and tingling yonni.

I knew she was fully aware of where my hand was, because when the back
of my fingers touched the inside of her left thigh, she opened it a
little more and pulled me even tighter into her face, increasing the
pressure on my lips.  I was a starved man and took her offer wantonly.

I kept up my digital attack on her leg and then felt the plump softness
of her labia with the side of my index finger.  We both jumped at the
same time, but never broke our kiss.  I held my hand still for a moment
and waited for Peggy to tell me to stop, but she just kept kissing me,
her eyes closed and her lips opened slightly.  I didn't move my index
finger from the soft fullness of her pudendum, but revelled in the
electric feel of a little girl's panties against the edge of my finger.
My next move would determine just how curious and brave my little
student was at this moment.

I kept kissing her softly and started to tickle her tongue with the tip
of mine, increasing the level of sensuality with an eight year old
little girl as I pushed a little harder with the side of my finger into
her panties.  She knew where my hand was, because her left leg swung
even farther away from her right, providing me with ample room to cup
the entirety of her delicious cunny.  I kept testing her resolve by
increasing the pressure against her body a little at a time, wanting to
give her every opportunity to say I had gone far enough without causing
her any discomfort or additional fear.

Sensing no immediate reluctance, I began caressing the front of her
vulva with the edge of my index finger with slow, soft sweeping arcs,
never stopping but not going very fast either.  I could tell her
excitement was building because for a moment she broke our kiss and took
a deep breath.  She looked into my eyes for a moment and then leaned
forward, closing her eyes and again pressing her lips into mine.

Now I knew she was fully aware of what I was doing and took no actions
to prevent me from continuing her early sex education.  Within ten
seconds of our next kiss, I shifted my hand slightly and used both my
index and middle fingers to softly run along the length of her vulva,
right along the cleft being tightly held closed by her plump flesh.

When I felt a cool wetness where her vagina was being hidden, I knew she
was no longer afraid, but now thoroughly and completely sexually
excited.  I concentrated on that area of her panties for the next few
minutes and increased the amount of natural lubrication that she was
providing.  She may not have known what it was normally used for, but if
I wasn't careful, I might be tempted to show her.

Once her panties were thoroughly soaked, I shifted my digital adventures
higher until I was near the top of her pudendum, somewhere near her
clitoris.  I began a series of short caresses with the tips of both
index and middle fingers right between her labia until I could feel her
flesh begin to form around the edges of my fingertips.  Then I felt her
clitty for the first time.

She jumped for a moment and her eyes flew open.  She pulled away from my
face and looked at me as if she were afraid of what I was doing, so I
immediately withdrew my fingers and put my hand back on her right thigh.
I looked right into her eyes for what seemed like thirty seconds before
she built up enough courage to speak.

"What was THAT Mister Franklin?"

"What Peggy?"

"That shock that I felt . . . when you . . . touched my . . . you know .
. . down THERE!"

"That was something that BIG girls call pleasure.  It's something that
almost ALL women feel when the man they love helps them to feel good."

I was laying it on thick now and felt bad that I was manipulating and
coercing an eight year old so I could obtain pleasure from her tender
flesh.

"Would you prefer that I not do that Peggy?  I can stop if it makes you
feel bad."

"Well . . . "

She looked down at my chest but never let go of my neck.  I could tell
she was wrestling with her awareness of my being naughty or nasty and
her increasing need to learn what physical love was and what someone
that loved her could show her about her own body.

"All you have to do is push me away and I won't do it anymore or get
mad, I promise."

"Promise?"

"Um hmmm."

I looked at her in as sincere an expression as I could muster and she
looked right back to see if I was being honest.

"Here.  I want you to test me, okay?  When I touch you this time, I want
you to push me away as hard as you can."

I looked right into her bright green eyes and slowly moved my hand up
her leg until the edge of my index finger was again touching her
panties.  She sat there and looked back at me and waited for me to do
whatever I was planning.

I repeated what I had done before and began to softly caress the front
of her vulva on the outside of her panties with just my index finger
until about ten seconds went by.  Then I pushed a little harder and
shifted my hand until I was cupping her whole pudendum with my hand,
giving her a nice firm squeeze.  It wasn't enough to cause her pain or
fear, but enough so she could tell I wanted to feel her wonderful body.
She kept looking into my eyes and never moved.

She was either testing me or was absolutely frozen in fear.  My next
move needed to be one with enough gentleness that she knew I wasn't
going to hurt her.

I removed my hand and kept looking into her eyes for any sign that she
was relieved I had removed it.  Instead, what I saw was disappointment
that my hand had left her body.  Time for the trial by fire!

I began caressing the front of her panties back and forth along her
vulva with my index finger, working my way higher and higher until I was
no longer along her vulvar cleft and had crested her mons.  I kept up my
gentle explorations until I felt the elastic along her hips, her soft
tummy pushing forward only slightly.

I ran the tip of my finger along the fabric of her waistband elastic for
five or six seconds, feeling her tummy and working my finger along the
inside of her panties with every pass across the tightly held material.
She had to have been absolutely horrified, much like she felt with Billy
Masterson, but still she did nothing but stare back into my eyes, her
mouth quivering slightly.

She HAD to act soon or I might NEVER stop.

When I had my finger inside the top of her panties until the inside of
my first knuckle was rubbing against the elastic, I pulled down slightly
and kept the back of my finger against her soft skin.  When I began to
pass along the mound of her pubic crown and then felt my fingertip begin
to sense the beginning of her plump cleft, I stopped.

I pulled my finger back up out of her panties and tugged them back to
where they had been moments before.  I then pulled her left leg back
toward her right and pulled her skirt to where it had been before this
horribly illicit event began.  I then put my right hand around her back
and pulled her into me, hugging her gently but firmly.

I hugged her for about a minute and then decided it was time to ask some
tough questions.

"Peggy, why didn't you make me stop Honey?  I could have pulled your
panties all the way down and pushed my hand inside.  Why did you let me
do that?"

A tear formed in her left eye and streamed down her cheek, making me
feel just awful.  She finally gathered all her strength and began to
speak.  It was almost impossible to hear her, but I knew what she said
the moment the words passed from her lips.

"Because it felt so nice for you to touch me like that.  Nobody has ever
treated me so special, even though what you were doing was kind of
naughty.  I didn't want you to stop 'cause it made me feel like my
insides were on fire and it felt really good."

"But you know what I was going to do next, don't you?"

"Um hmmm.  You were going to pull my panties down and tickle me between
my legs.  I heard some of the girls in gym class talk about it and I
always wanted to know what it felt like.  When Billy was touching me, it
didn't feel nice and I wanted to fight him off, but his friends behind
me kept holding my hands and they wouldn't let go.  I felt real bad that
time, but not just now.  This time it was different.  It felt special
'cause you've been so good to me and you treated me like you REALLY
loved me.  I'm sorry if you're mad at me Mister Franklin, but I just
wanted to see how good it felt."

She started crying in earnest and leaned forward, hugging me and sobbing
into my shoulder.  I needed to console her but wasn't sure if I should
support her curiousity and continue to molest her, or treat her as I was
SUPPOSED to be treating her and just stay with her until her parents
arrived.

Her painful cries made me feel so bad I wanted to call the cops and turn
myself in, telling them that I had almost assaulted and raped a little
eight year old girl.

"Oh Peggy.  You confused little angel.  I love you so much, I just
couldn't hurt you, no matter how much I wanted to."

I pulled her even harder into my chest and rocked her back and forth,
her cries slowly diminishing until she was softly cooing and humming
into my body.

"Peggy, how about if we got you cleaned up and ready for bed?"

"NO!  I WANNA STAY WITH YOU MISTER FRANKLIN!"

"I'm not going anywhere Sweetie.  It's just getting late and I'm sure
you're tired, that's all.  How about if I gave you a nice bubble bath
and washed your hair and then when you're all clean, you can come lay
down and I'll read you ANY story you want?"

"Any story?"

"Your favorite one!"

"Okay!"

I pushed my right hand under her bare legs and picked her up, setting
her on the floor in front of the bed.  I got up and knelt down in front
of her and resumed a nice embrace for about ten seconds.  I pulled back
and looked into her eyes again, smiling at her as I wiped her tears away
with my right hand.

"Let's get your jammies and a clean pair of panties and then you can
show me where your mom keeps the towels and bubble bath."

She smiled brightly at me and then made her way to the chest of drawers,
pulling open one, then another drawer, extracting first a light pink
sheer nightgown and then an equally sheer pair of pink panties.  These
were even SMALLER than the ones she had on.  I'm not sure who might have
gotten these for her, but I'm sure her mom and dad must have wanted her
to feel prettier when they got them for her.  I know 'I' thought she
would look absolutely FABULOUS in those tiny things.

With both garments now in possession, she thrust them into my left hand
and then took my right as she directed me out of her room and toward the
bath.  Once inside, she closed and again locked the door and opened a
tall linen closet along the far wall.  She looked back at me as if I was
supposed to do something and realized that the towels she needed were
just out of her reach.  I picked out one washcloth and one drying towel
and then got the bottle of bubble bath one shelf higher.  Apparently,
her mom didn't want Peggy to be able to reach it, lest she use too much
at one time.

With all the equipment necessary to produce a clean little girl, I set
things down in appropriate places on the counter and on the edge of the
tub and then turned on the water, setting the temperature to something
less than hot, but more than warm.  For my own protection, I needed to
help Peggy get tired so she wouldn't let me start to kiss her again.

As the water started to fill the tub, I opened the bottle of bubble bath
and handed it to my little girlfriend, her eyes growing as large as
saucers.

"You want ME to put some in?"

"Sure!  Go ahead."

She leaned across my body and let a miniscule amount of soap pour out,
looking at me as if I were about to scold her for using too much.  I
practically scared the bejeebers out of her when I tilted the bottle up
even more and let a rather healthy dollop fall out and land directly
into the path of incoming water.  She yelped for a moment and then
smiled immensely, pleased that I would be willing to let her play in
THAT many bubbles.

As the water continued to fill the tub, the bubbles began to produce
mountains of foam, Peggy's eyes getting bigger as the pink mass grew
taller.  When I tested the height of the water and deemed it adequete
for the task at hand, so to speak, I turned the water off and redirectly
my attention to a still dressed little girl.

"Time to get you out of these clothes . . . that is, unless you want to
wash them while they're still on while I give you a bath?"

"Mister Franklin!  You know I'm not supposed to get my clothes all wet!"

"Well then, I guess I need to help you take them off, huh?"

She turned the deepest crimson I had ever seen from the top of her
lovely head to the middle of her arms.  If she had been naked, she
probably would have blushed all the way to her tummy.

Without letting her think about it, I squat down in front of her and
undid her sandals, took each of them off and then pulled both of her
pretty white socks off.  Her feet were so pretty and chubby, her toes so
straight and perfectly formed that I wanted to lower my face and start
sucking on them immediately.  LATER!

I then looked back into her eyes and gave her a gentle nod, assuring her
that what I was about to do next was absolutely required for the venue.

She looked down for a moment and then smiled slightly.  I pushed my
hands under her dress and gathered the material, lifting it higher and
higher until it was all the way over her head and off her arms.  She was
still blushing, but this time, I tried not to amplify her embarrassment
so I looked at her tummy rather than her wonderfully developing titties.

She held her hands on my shoulders as I hooked my fingers along her hips
inside the waistband elastic of her pretty pink hip hugger panties.  In
one quick motion, I pulled them down her legs and she lifted each of her
feet one at a time as I had my first real opportunity to see the
delicate charms of a living, breathing eight year old little girl.

My heart was pounding in my chest and I was sweating profusely as I saw
her set her last foot down, my hands filled with the empty material that
moments before had covered the delicate beauty of her soft form.

Not forgetting her hair barets, I carefully removed them without tugging
her hair too hard and reminding her of the painful side of life.  Once
both of them were quietly sitting on the counter, I repositioned myself
so I was kneeling down in front of her.  As if we had been here hundreds
of times before, she put her hands on my shoulders and smiled at me.
She was incredibly embarrassed at being naked in front of a man so old,
but thoroughly enjoyed the rapturous feelings inside her tummy and OTHER
places.

As I took my first long look at her perfectly developed and absolutely
gorgeous cunny, her hands still on my shoulders, the phone rang.

CRAP!  CRAP!  CRAP!

"Let me go get the phone Peggy.  Go ahead and get in first."

I watched her lift one and then the other foot and sit down in the huge
mass of pink bubbles.

"Don't get your head wet just yet.  I'm sure your mom wants to talk to
you first, okay?"

"Okay Mister Franklin."

I found the cordless phone in the entry hall and answered the phone.

"Patterson residence."

"WOW!  It sounds kind of neat to have my own butler!  Hi Kip, it's
Carly."

"Hi Carly.  I knew it would be you.  Would you like to chat with Peggy?"

"Well, yes.  But first I need to ask you another favor."

[Uh oh!  Here it comes!]

"Sure, name it!"

"Would you mind staying a little later and looking after Peggy for us?
Art and I are nowhere near finished and it's already getting to be eight
forty five.  I hope you don't mind doing it, because if you mind, I can
come home and get her and bring her back with me until we're finished."

"Well, I've just started Peggy's bath and she just sat down in a
mountain of bubbles.  If you want, I can dry her off and bring her to
you."

"Kip, I need to ask you something and I want you to be honest."

[DAMN!  Here it comes!]

"I'll answer as honestly as I possibly can Carly."

"Would you mind looking after her until we get home?  I know we haven't
given you fair warning or any lead time, but I really would appreciate
it if you would stay with her at our house until we get home.  Would you
mind?"

"Not at ALL!  In fact, we've been having a WONDERFUL time together.
We've had a delicious dinner together and watched one of her favorite
movies.  There's still plenty of food left for you and Art in the
fridge, so don't worry about getting anything on the way home.  After
Peggy's bath, I'm going to put her in bed and read her favorite story,
so within an hour, she should be visiting Mister Sandman."

"Just be sure she goes pee before you put her to bed.  If you don't, she
might wake up to her own version of a waterbed."

"I know just what you mean.  When I was her age, if I had even a SIP of
water after eight, my mom would be washing sheets the next morning."

"Kip.  I can't thank you enough for being so wonderful.  I'm sure Peggy
is completely head over heels in love by now."

"Yeah . . . I think I've gotten her attention."

"Just remember, she has to be at least sixteen before she'll be old
enough to get married, so please be patient."

"CARLY!  Cut it out!  If she hears you say that, she might NEVER let you
forget it."

"Come on, Kip.  I know she's gonna have a crush on you by the time the
day is out, if she doesn't already think of you as her big boyfriend
already.  She's been so terribly lonely because of the way the other
children treat her that I genuinely HOPE you two can hit it off.  Her
weight has dictated so much of what other people think of her that she's
desperately in need of a boyfriend right now, even if he's quite a bit
older than she is.  Your coming along right now is providence . . . I
can feel it.  Please say you'll be her boyfriend, or just her BEST
friend, even for a little while.  It would mean so much to her."

"Carly, I'm going to say something that'll probably make you reconsider
what you're asking of me.  I've already fallen head over heels in love
with Peggy.  I think she's the loveliest little bundle of joy I've seen
in all my life.  Her body size has nothing to do with how I feel about
her.  In fact, I'll have to admit that I think I like her MORE because
of her natural shape and I wouldn't ask her to change a thing.  Now that
you're completely shocked with my revelation, are you SURE you want me
to be her older boyfriend or best buddy?"

"Oh Kip . . . "

I could hear Carly choke back a lovely sob and waited for her to speak.

"I wish you had come along a year ago.  I'm so sorry that we haven't
taken the time to come introduce ourselves before today.  I'm so happy
for Peggy.  In fact, I'm a little jealous.  I know that you'll be a
WONDERFUL companion for her.  Thank you again Kip."

"MISTER FRANKLIN!!!!"

Peggy's voice took on a fearful tone and I rushed down the hall and
opened the door to see her eyes wide with fright.

"You scared me because I couldn't hear you talking anymore.  I thought
you left me all alone."

"Peggy, I'll never leave you alone, ever again, I promise!  Your mom's
on the phone and wants to speak to you.  She wants to know if you'd like
to have me stay here a little longer, because your mom and dad have to
work even later than they had planned."

I handed her the phone, certain to wipe away as much foam from her hands
as I could so she wouldn't short out the electronics.

"Hi Mom."

"Hi Babydoll.  Are you having fun Sweetie?"

"Uh huh!  Mister Franklin and I have been watching my DVD's and talking
and visiting all night.  Are you really gonna let Mister Franklin stay
with me all night until you and daddy get home?"

"If that's okay with you Sweetie?  Is it going to be okay if he stays
with you?  He's not scaring you or anything, is he Honey?"

"NO Mommy!  He's been the perfect gentleman all night.  He even opened
the door for me in his truck and at the restaurant and then he pulled
out the chair for me when we sat down while the Chinese lady was making
our food.  That made me feel all special.  He's such a nice man, Mommy.
I wish I could be his girlfriend."

I could tell Peggy was dropping a pretty big hint and her smile told me
that she had no qualms about me knowing it, either.

"If you want to be his girlfriend, then you'll need to do whatever he
tells you, even if it means cleaning up your room a little bit if he
asks you, okay?"

"Ohhh-kaaaay."

"Good girl.  Now let me talk to Kip . . . I mean, Mr.  Franklin.  You
two have a good time, okay Honey?"

"Okay Mommy.  G'nite?"

"Goodnight Sweetheart."

"Carly?"

"Kip, I know I'm being a little mean to her right now, but I told her
that she was supposed to do WHATEVER you tell her to, including cleaning
up her room a little if you ask her to.  I know it's an unfair burden,
but I told you that I might take advantage of your kind offer if I
could.  Would you mind if I put you in that role?"

"Not at all.  It's a good idea for her to learn responsibility at a
young age and that WORK is a part of fun too.  We'll have her room
cleaned up and looking spiffy in no time.  And I promise I'll try to let
Peggy do some of the work, too."

"You are such a dear.  Thank you again, Kip.  I guess I just can't stop
saying that, can I?"

"Carly, don't worry about a thing.  I'll take good care of Peggy and
make sure she's nice and safe until you get home.  Take your time and if
you need to stay later than you planned, go ahead.  I'll stay with Peggy
until you get here."

"You two have fun.  Gotta run.  Goodnight."

"G-nite Carly."

I turned the phone off and then looked at Peggy with an evil smile.  She
scrunched her head down into her shoulders and smiled right back at me,
aware that we were going to have even MORE time together.

"Okay Squirt.  Time to get you all clean!"

I retrieved the washcloth from the top of the counter and dipped it into
the water between her legs, reaching for the soap not more than a foot
away from her shoulder.  I produced a nice lather in the cloth and put
the soap back, turning to Peggy and waiting for her to dictate how I was
to proceed.

"Face first, Punkin'."

She scooted toward me slightly, covered from chin to tummy with mounds
of pink bubbles, hiding her beautiful shape from my hungry eyes.  Those
naughty bubbles will be history in NO time.

She closed her eyes tight and pushed her chin up, waiting for me to wash
her face.  I must have been somewhat more delicate than her mom, because
half way through her face, her left hand came snaking out from under a
mass of foam and gently curled around my right arm.  She gave me a
gentle squeeze and smiled, her eyes still closed.  When her face was
done, I had her rinse it off, both so she wouldn't get any soap in her
eyes and also so I could see the fullness of her plump body.  Just like
an obedient little puppy, she complied with my every command without
complaint.

Her neck and shoulders were next and when I started to do her arms, I
held onto her body around her chest only slightly, trying to break her
in slowly.  By the time I had finished her right hand and was starting
on her left arm, my left hand was just below the crease where the bottom
of her right titty joined her body.  I didn't purposely move it any
higher and waited for the right moment to fill my hand with the
beginnings of her developing breast.

She must have been just as curious as I was about what it felt like to
have my hand cupping her breast, because she started to wiggle around in
front of me and almost slipped, my left hand catching her and landing
right over her titty perfectly.  I left it there for a little longer
than was necessary and continued to wash her left arm and then hand.  By
the time I was finished, I could tell she was leaning into my left hand
a little harder than she realized, her flesh being distorted slightly by
the increased pressure of our mutual contact.

Wanting to keep my hand where it was, I turned her ever so slightly and
started on her back, my left hand now shifting to her left titty.  She
immediately hugged my arm tightly to her body with her left arm, never
growing even slightly concerned about my fingers gently working the
rubbery softness of her developing flesh.  The tips of my fingers on my
left hand began to softly stimulate her left nipple to perfect firmness,
her young body not able to resist the tender abuse being levied upon
her.

We chatted softly as I continued to wash her back, my fingers and hand
delicately massaging and feeling every curve and contour of her lovely
little breast.  I even tested whether she knew where my hand was by
tugging it away from her chest, her left arm clamping down even tighter
as my hand tried to escape.  When I pushed it back where it had been,
she released my hand and allowed it to continue unabated.

We talked softly as I washed her upper back and I continued washing her
until I got to her hips, her bum temporarily avoided.  I stood her up
and continued with the back of her legs, certain to push my cloth
covered hand between them until she opened them wide enough that I could
see her labia between her bum cheeks.  Her pussy lips glistened with a
combination of water, bubbles and soap and I grew almost uncontrollable,
wanting to shove my hand and then my face between her chubby thighs.  I
looked up at her face as she continued to softly chat with me and then I
looked back down between her legs, focusing my vision to where her labia
lips joined and her delicate cleft hung onto a few lucky bubbles.

When I finished with her legs, I turned her around and put my left hand
around her right leg, my fingers working between her thighs and the side
of my index finger almost touching her vulva underneath.  I squeezed her
thigh gently as I washed her chest, taking care to softly create a
series of small circles around her nipples.  She took on a dreamy
expression and almost lost her balance.  Had I not been holding her
thigh, I'm sure she would have slipped.  Her nipples never stopped
pointing toward me, their firmness and allure begging me to begin
sucking on each of them in turn.

I made certain to softly caress her titties in slow, gentle motions,
looking at her breasts and then into her eyes, just so she could tell I
was doing it openly.  I set the washcloth down along the edge of the tub
and began to softly caress and fondle her nipples and breasts as she
continued to babble nonsensically about whatever was in her head, her
body betraying any sense of innocense by pushing into my naked hand
while I fondled and molested her in the bright light of her bathroom.
When I almost leaned forward to kiss and then suck on her right nipple,
I knew I had cleaned her chest long enough.

I didn't want to overstay my welcome on her nipples, so I reclaimed the
washcloth and lowered my hand to wash her tummy, creating a series of
loud squeals and giggles.  I took it easy on her most ticklish spots and
kept working lower until I again made an obvious detour around her
pudendum.  She looked at me quizzically for a moment, but I just kept
going, washing her upper thighs and then her calves.  As I washed her
legs, I stared as hard as I could at the perfection of her plump yonni,
her lips full and fat, round and begging to be played with and explored.
When I finally had her sit down so I could do her feet, she finally
gathered her courage and spoke.

"Aren't you gonna clean my bummy and trickle Mister Franklin?  My mom
says I need to make sure I clean those places the most, since if I
don't, I'll get all stinky."

"We'll get to that is a moment Peggy.  Let's do your feet first, okay?"

She remembered what her mom said about obeying my commands and took on a
slightly different attitude.

"Yes sir."

I noticed the obvious attempt at compliance and smiled at Peggy with a
toothy grin.  She returned one just as quickly.

Washing her tiny feet was something that stimulated me beyond
description.  As I held onto her pretty little feet and worked both my
cloth covered and bare fingers between her toes, my woody practically
pushed it's way through my pants and was trying to punch a hole in the
side of the tub.  I could have played with her feet for hours.

"It feels nice when you wash me Mister Franklin.  You're not rough or
mean when you wash me.  Sometimes when my mom is in a hurry, she can
push pretty hard and get cross with me if I start giggling.  You look
like you're having a good time giving me a bath and I like it a lot."

"Actually, I'm having a rather good time right now Honey.  I've never
given a little girl your age a bath and I have to say that I'd kind of
like giving you a bath again sometime."

"REALLY?  HONEST?"

"Um hmmm.  Now it's time you stood up so we can get you finished."

Peggy knew what was coming next and she blushed again.  This time, I
could see her pretty body turn red all the way to her hips.

"I need to do your front first Sweetie.  Your bum should always be last,
since it probably is the dirtiest."

She looked down to her hands, aware that she wasn't able to clean
herself as well as she should have earlier in the day.  Her big
boyfriend was going to see that she was a little dirty on her behind in
just a little while and she was extremely apprehensive about my seeing
it.  She lost all of her inhibitions about my seeing her trickle, now
that she was focused on what I might see when I cleaned her bum.

I was more focused on her vulva, certain to spend enough time to clean
her properly and get to her bum shortly.

As I pushed my cloth covered hand between the front of her thighs, she
looked up at me and spread her feet apart, leaning forward slightly and
holding onto my left shoulder with her right hand.  I worked my hand
upward between her legs until I felt the spongy softness of her vulva
against the inside of the cloth.  She immediately opened her mouth
slightly and drew a deep breath, aware of the sensations that were
building inside her body.  Although her mom and dad had cleaned her like
this for eight years, this was the first time that someone ELSE took the
time to touch her in her special place, making her shiver with
excitement.  The way I was washing her was a lot different than her
folks EVER did it, my hands moving in slow, determined movements.

I tried to maintain a smooth, rhythmic series of motions back and forth
along the depth of her tightly closed cleft from top to bottom.  As the
cloth brushed her clitty at the upper most extremity of travel, she
would shudder and take in another deep breath.  I tried to keep my
actions as subtle as possible and made no outward indication that I was
causing her any pleasure or discomfort.  It got to be so much fun to see
her body tremble when I caressed her most sensitive erogenous zone, that
I kept 'cleaning' her far longer than I needed to.  I even began to
focus on her clitty and made a series of short, quick caresses side to
side, watching her eyes and mouth open wider and then close slightly as
I touched and then released my caress.

After about thirty seconds of this torture, I needed to clean her pee
hole and knew I should warn her about what it might feel like from
someone that wasn't her mom or dad.

"Peggy?  I need to clean your peepee now, so please don't be afraid.  If
I touch you wrong, please let me know and I'll stop right away, okay?"

She couldn't say a word and just nodded at me, wide eyed with eager
anticipation.

I started my gentle attack with just my index and middle fingers
supporting the washcloth, pointed upward toward her insides.  I made my
first pass along the opening of her vagina and looked right into her
eyes for any sensation of pain or discomfort.

What I saw instead was wonder and tremendous pleasure.  For the first
time in her young life, she was experiencing sexual stimulation and
pleasure at the hands of an expert.  Well, maybe not EXPERT, but
certainly someone that knew what he was doing.

After about a dozen slow, gentle strokes along her vulvar crease, I put
the cloth on the edge of the tub and pushed my bare hand between her
legs, feeling her bare yonni for the first time.  It was like
electricity flowing through my arm to her body.  A hundred amperes of
juice coursed through my hand and along my arm as I felt the tips of my
fingers gently push her labia apart and disappear between the soft folds
of skin.  I worked my digits back and forth and slowly upward along the
length of her vulva until I could feel the opening of her vagina.  I
pulled my hand out and rinsed it off, much to the displeasure of my
little bathtime victim.  She looked down at my hand with her mouth still
wide open and didn't look back up until I returned it to her body, now
free of soap.

I repeated my previous adventure as before, this time with a little more
pressure.  She looked up and into my eyes with the sexual abandon of a
new bride on her wedding night.  I resumed my gentle back and forth
motions along her vulva until I was again at the opening of her most
sacred place.  I wiggled my fingers a little and then removed my hand
once more.  Peggy looked back down at my hand and watched as I rinsed my
soapy fingers again, hungrily waiting for them to return.

This last trip, I went right to her vaginal opening and much slower this
time, I inserted my middle finger until I could feel her maidenhead.
She sucked in a huge lung full of air, drew her bottom lip between her
teeth and threw her head back, fully aware that NOBODY had ever touched
her like this before.

I worked my finger in and out of her about ten times, using my thumb to
softly caress her clitty in little circles.  She must have been near her
peak, since I saw her legs begin to shake.  I withdrew my offending
digit and thumb and rinsed my hand once more, splashing more water on
her cunny so I could finish.  She looked like she needed a good fuck,
but I wasn't about to ruin a good thing yet.  Time for that a little
later.  Hopefully soon!

Time for the back door!

"Are you okay Honey?  Did I do okay?  I didn't do it too rough, did I?"

She shook her head side to side and produced a VERY shakey smile.

"Okay.  Now I need to do your bummy.  Turn around Honey."

She turned bright red again as she slowly turned, knowing full well that
pleasure time was over and the dirty work was about to begin.  I could
tell she was extremely apprehensive about my seeing that she was a
little dirty, so I spoke to her in soft, hushed tones.

"Peggy, don't worry about me cleaning your bummy.  I know that you might
be dirty right now.  That's why I'm giving you a bath Sweetie.
Everybody gets dirty back there, so please don't be embarrassed or
afraid, okay?"

She warmed up to my attempt at consolation and relaxed a little more.  I
picked up the washcloth and pushed it between her legs again, this time
from behind her.  Like a good little girl, she bent over slightly
forward and spread her legs further apart, no longer ashamed or
embarrassed.

I was a little surprized at how dirty she was, a dark brown streak
forming on the cloth as I drew it backward toward me.  I shifted the
cloth to a slightly less dirty area and returned it to her sphyncter,
removing any remaining evidence of her poor commode habits.  She'll
learn fairly quickly how to keep herself clean now that I'll be taking
care of her, since before the week is out, I was planning on SHOWING her
how to wipe properly.

After the third swipe, the cloth came back clean.  I let it fall into
the water and shifted it toward the drain side of the tub.  Now for a
more direct tactile inspection.

"Peggy, I need to touch you again with my bare hand, Honey.  If it makes
you feel bad or if it hurts, please let me know right away, okay?"

"Thanks Mister Franklin.  I trust you."

That was her first verbal response since I had touched her vulva.  She
had grown so accustomed to my touch so quickly that she was now willing
to permit my bare fingers to touch her in places that bad ole Billy
Masterson only DREAMED of today.

I put my right hand between her legs and held her left thigh softly,
squeezing it between my fingers twice before I began my upward movement.
I moved as slowly but surely as I could without dragging the moment out
or making the anticipation unbearable.  When my fingers finally came
into contact with her pursed anus, her head snapped back and her bum
pushed toward my hand instead of away from me.  I gently made a series
of small circles around the opening of her anus, playing with the
tightly bunched muscles at the edges of her orifice.  When she recovered
from my first touch, I ran the tip of my finger against the opening
itself, pushing up only slightly.  When she shivered at this contact, I
knew she wanted more.  I gently wiggled my middle fingertip against her
sphyncter and she accepted my intrusion almost immediately, relaxing her
muscles.

I pushed my digit into her bum only as far as the first knuckle, wanting
to save full contact for another 'visit'.  I removed my finger and
rinsed it off, returning it to her anus only a few seconds later.  She
was completely aware of what I wanted to do and accepted my immoral
advances without a word or whimper.  I pushed my finger back inside her
butt once again, this time pushing a little further, not wanting to wait
another minute before giving her more pleasure.  I finger fucked her
butthole for about thirty seconds before I removed my finger again and
rinsed it off.  My last trip was going to be a joint venture, testing
just how willing she would be to let me 'clean' her properly.

When I returned my hand to her body, I made no pretense about washing
her and cupped her vulva from behind, waiting to see how she would
react.  She arched her back and pushed her bum back toward me, telling
me everything I needed to know.

With my hand still cupping her soft fullness of her preteen pussy, I
wiggled my middle finger along her cleft until I found her clitty,
rubbing it slowly and softly at first, and then increasing pressure a
little at a time.  I then curled my thumb and worked it between her
labia lips until I found her vagina, slipping it easily into her body
and pushing upward until it would go no further.  She was a mass of
sexual nerves in little over ten seconds after that.

It was cruel to leave her hanging, but I knew I needed for HER to ask me
to continue once we were in the quiet privacy of her bedroom.  I pulled
both nasty little digits out of her body and rubbed her once more from
front to back for good measure, splashing her with some water to finish
her off.  I actually heard her groan at me.

"Okay, ALL DONE!"

She must have wanted to turn around and beat me senseless for not
playing some more, but accepted my deeds as genuine.

I reached to the drain knob and flipped it, allowing the now dirty water
to empty from the tub.  In order to preserve her dignity for a few more
seconds, I didn't lift the washcloth out of the water as I scrubbed it
under the top surface of the foam, hoping no evidence of her dirty bum
could be seen before my hands were completely uncovered.  If there was
any additional evidence of her dirty bottom on it, I wanted it to go
straight down the drain.  After about ten seconds of vigorous agitation,
I lifted it up and wrung it out.

When I looked back at Peggy, she looked like she had grown up about four
years in the last hour.  She looked much more calm and certainly more
stimulated than before.  She knew what I had done with her was naughty,
but she was so thrilled with the attention that I had paid to her plump
body that she would NEVER betray our bathtub secrets to anyone.

When most of the water had gone down the drain, I turned the tap back on
and returned it to the correct temperature before I asked Peggy to come
sit near it so I could rinse her off properly.  She complied without
hesitation.  As the last of the dirty water made it's way beneath her
feet, she sat down cross legged close to the flowing water and held onto
my right arm, leaning toward me until her left breast was pressed along
the outside of my arm.

"Okay, let's get you all rinsed off Honey."

She leaned forward and pushed her head under the stream of warm water
and rinsed her hair, waiting for me to wash her lovely brown locks.
With the pressure of the water reduced slightly, I soaped up her hair
and flipped the drain handle back up, letting the tub fill slightly with
clean water.  When it was almost to the middle of her chubby legs, I
turned the water off and began washing her hair in earnest.  Having
nothing sexual to play with on her head, I didn't waste any time and
just resumed a normal parental role.

With her hair now clean, I turned the water back on and rinsed it
completely, then applied some conditioner so it wouldn't get tangled
when I dried it and then brushed it.  We were finished in a little more
than five minutes, the water down the drain and my little friend clean
and being dried.  I tried not to focus too much attention on her
nipples, breasts or cunny and dried her pretty much as her parents
might.  I think she was a little disappointed that I didn't want to
continue her torture at my hands, but didn't say anything.

When she was dry enough for clothes, I picked her up out of the tub and
set her pretty naked feet to the fuzzy rug where I had been kneeling for
the last hour and a half.  Time sure flies when I was having sexual fun
with an eight year old little girl.

When I retrieved her panties from the end of the counter next to the
sink, I got the distinct impression that Peggy was quite unhappy about
my having to put them on her.  Although reluctant to get dressed, she
complied without argument, allowing me to tug them up and gently caress
them into place.  She smiled brightly when I pushed my right hand
between her legs and worked the snug elastic material into every
possible crease and crevice.  I then pulled her almost nonexistant
nighty over her head and drew it down her body until it made it's best
attempt at covering her up as it could.

I brushed her hair a few times and then wrapped it with the towel,
making certain to keep it nice and straight.  Now that she was ready for
bed, she instinctively yawned and leaned into me for a gentle hug.  I
made sure everything was put away before picking her up and leaving the
bathroom, flipping the light off and bringing the cordless phone with us
as I carried her to bed.  She seemed to melt into me as I carried her
the twenty remaining feet, letting her down on the bed.

Even though I had spent the better part of two hours with her in the
bathroom, I was now able to see her in absolutely the tiniest little
panties and most sheer nighty, making her even MORE alluring.  I set her
down on her bed as she watched me begin to pick up her toys, clothes,
books and games, putting them first in the wrong place, getting
correction from Peggy and then putting them where they truly belonged.
In little more than five minutes, her room looked much nicer and we
could tell Carly that it didn't take long after all.

When I was finished, I stood in the middle of the room with my hands on
my hips and looked at my tired little plaything, her soft smile and half
closed eyes not giving away any of her thoughts.  When she reached out
with her left hand toward me, her thoughts were revealed.

"Mister Franklin.  Come be with me, please.  Will you read to me for a
little bit?"

"Of course.  I promised that I would and I want to keep my promise."

I was hoping my obvious attempt at bargaining would stick in her mind.

She reached to the light alongside her bed and flicked it on, pulling
her favorite book down to the bed in the same motion.  I turned and
flipped the overhead light off and then joined her.  Instead of laying
down next to her as I really wanted to, I sat on the front edge of the
bed and waited for Peggy to ask, no BEG me to lay down with her.  If it
was HER idea, it would be perfectly acceptable.  If it was MY idea, she
might have doubts.  She wiggled her feet under the covers and pulled the
bed covers all the way to her chest, covering up her beautiful, chubby
little form.  Oh, how I already missed seeing her.

I took the book from her and turned it around so I could read it
properly.  She immediately stopped me.

"Mister Franklin?  Aren't you gonna lay down with me and read it so I
can follow along?  That's what my mom and dad do so I can learn to read
better while they read to me."

"Well, if you want me to, then sure."

Again, in a vain attempt at minor deception, I lay along the outside
edge of the bed on top of the covers and opened the book once again.
Just as I was about to start, she interrupted me again.

"MISTER FRANKLIN!  Get IN bed with me, PLEASE?"

[Now, THAT'S my girl!]

"Are you sure Honey?  Is that really a good idea?"

In a soft, almost pleading tone, she insisted.

"Please?  I'd really like it if you would."

"Okay.  Just this once."

BULLSHIT!

I kicked my shoes off and tugged my socks off, letting them fall at the
far end of the bed to the floor.  She opened the covers wide enough for
me to see the entirety of her wonderful body and I pushed my feet in,
barely able to fit inside.  As soon as I was able to get settled, Peggy
pulled herself tightly against my left side and pushed her left arm over
my chest, hugging me lovingly.  I pushed my left arm around her body and
held her plump body to mine, working my fingers under her left arm far
enough that I was just able to feel the edge of her left titty.  Without
so much as an invitation, she lifted her left arm slightly and allowed
my hand to travel a few inches more until my fingers were cupping the
puffy softness of her eight year old breast.  She held her left arm
tightly over my hand and snuggled in as I opened the book for the third
time.  Just as I was about to start reading yet again, she stopped me
once more.  In a voice barely loud enough to hear, she began asking me
questions.

"Mister Franklin?  Can I ask you something?"

"Of course Peggy.  You can ask me anything you want."

She smiled and looked up at me and then back down.

"When you were washing me before, there was a couple of times that it
felt like my insides were gonna explode.  Why did it feel like that?"

"They DID?  What did it feel like?"

"Well . . . it was kinda like the feeling I get when my daddy goes over
a hill real fast in our car and it feels like I'm gonna float up into
space, but even better than that.  It kinda tickled a lot and I didn't
want it to stop.  Do you know what I mean?"

"I think so, but I need to ask you kind of a difficult question back."

"Okay."

"Where was I cleaning you when you felt like this?"

Instead of telling me, Peggy grabbed my left hand and pushed it further
under the covers until my hand was cupping her wonderfully plump mons.
She then very brazenly used her left hand to pull open her panties and
push my hand inside, trying to work my middle finger between her cleft
where her clitty was still hiding.  When she was satisfied that my
middle finger was in the correct place, she cupped her hand over mine
and began rubbing against my hand so it would move up and down along her
now sensitive and hungry nubbin.

She didn't say anything for the next few minutes as she masturbated
herself with my finger.  She then began to push my finger down further
until I could feel the opening of her vagina with copious amounts of
lubrication already being produced.  She then looked for and found my
thumb, tugging it gently back up her cleft until it was where my middle
finger had been moments before.  Then, as before, she began to shift her
left hand over mine so my hand would move the appropriate amount to
produce the sensation that she was after.

In little over a minute of complete genital contact, her breathing was
deep and labored, the fullness of her first orgasm on it's way.  I was
no longer willing to be a bystander, so I extended my other fingers
until my ring finger was pushing against her pursed anus and my index
finger was tickling her meaty labia lips.  I increased the amount of
pressure with my thumb ever so slightly as I made a series of small
circles around the extents of her clitty, her body starting to react to
all the stimulation immediately.

In little over five minutes, she was gently bucking and stuttering to
her first ever orgasm, mewing and whimpering so sexily that I didn't
want to stop.  I kept her going for another ten minutes before I
realized how sore she would be in the morning, so I slowly decreased the
pressure and speed of my assault until finally my fingers and hand were
softly cupping her pussy lovingly.

"Oh Mister FRANKLIN!  That was WONDERFUL!  What was THAT?"

I pushed my mouth to her right ear and softly whispered into it.

"That was called an orgasm and before you know it, you'll be able to
have those ALL the time, ALL night long."

"REALLY?  All NIGHT?"

"Um hmmm.  As many times as you want."

"Three?  Four?"

"Um hmmm."

"TEN?"

"Um hmmm."

"FIFTY?"

"If you think you want THAT many, then why not?"

"You'd do that for ME?"

"Just for you Honey.  Just for YOU."

She lowered her voice until I could barely hear her.

"May I have another one, please?"

Such WONDERFUL manners!

"Right now?"

"Please?"

"Okay, but I need to go get some tissues first.  If we don't, you're
gonna get your pretty panties all wet."

"I'LL GO!"

She threw the covers back and almost broke my wrist as she folded
herself in half, dragging my hand along with her.

"EASY PEGGY!  I'm gonna need that hand if you want me to do that some
more."

"Sorry."

She bounded out of bed with more energy than I could have imagined.
When she came back, she had a box of tissues in her hand and stopped
about two feet from the bed.

"Can I take my panties off so they don't get in the way?"

"Not this time Sweetie.  If your mom and dad come home, we may not have
time to put them back on and I don't want them to know that I took them
off you like that."

"But, YOU didn't take them off me, 'I' took them off myself."

"Still, they wouldn't like it if you weren't wearing your panties to
bed.  How about if we just played for a little while with them on and if
you get a chance to come over to my place, I'll let you take them off
and walk around the inside of my house as much as you want with nothing
on."

"Really?  Can I take my OTHER clothes off too?"

"Uh huh!  If we have a chance, I'll let you walk around inside my house
with nothing on as long as you want.  How would that make you feel
Peggy?"

"Kinda naughty.  But I like it.  I wish I could do that right now."

"Well, I tell you what.  When you get back into bed, you pull your
panties down as far as your knees and then pull your nighty all the way
to your chin.  That way I can tickle you where-ever you want me to and
your night clothes won't be in the way, okay?"

She flung herself at me, telling me that my terms were acceptable to
her.  She handed me the box of tissues and climbed over me and back
under the covers.  Without so much as a second thought, she pulled her
panties down as far as she could and then pulled her top all the way to
her chin, making certain the pull the bedcovers just as high so she was
completely covered.

"Mister Franklin?"

"Peggy, from now on, when we're by ourselves, you can call me Kip or
Kippy, okay?"

"Kaaayyy.  Kippy, would you like to see me for a little while . . .
until my mom and dad come home for real?"

"You wouldn't mind if I wanted to look at you without your clothes on?"

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

"I think you are the most beautiful little girl I have ever seen!"

Her smile told me how much she appreciated my telling her that and again
without any notice, she flipped the bedcovers off her body.

I sat up slightly and leaned on my left arm as I looked hungrily at her
chubby and perfectly formed body.  I then dropped the book to the floor
to my right and used my right hand to gently begin the long journey from
her plump titties all the way down to her vertical smile.  I used my
thumb against her clitoris, index finger inside her vagina and middle
finger pressed against the opening of her anus to stimulate her to
orgasm yet again, leaning forward far enough so I could suck on her
nipples for the first time.  I had her cumming in little over a minute
and kept her going for another twenty.  She was so excited that more
than once she pulled my hand into her body hard enough that I almost
popped her cherry.

I wanted to, but resisted.  We would be able to do that soon, but not in
her bed with her parents about to arrive at any moment.  By the time I
let her come back down, she was so tired she couldn't put up an argument
when I cleaned her up with a few tissues and pulled her panties back up
and her top back down.  She just looked at me with half closed, glazed
over eyes, her mind gone and her body in sexual bliss.

After drying her enough to prevent any obvious questions, I picked her
up and carried her back to the bathroom, dropping the damp tissues
inside and then setting her bum on the open commode seat after pulling
her panties down one more time.

"You need to go pee one more time before you go to sleep Babydoll."

With no additional prompting, I heard the distinct hissing from between
her legs as she drifted on the edge of sleep.  When she was finished, I
retrieved a few squares more of tissue and pushed my hand between her
legs, her thighs permitting my entry without any concern for her safety.
I delicately dried her for the last time tonight and dropped the tissues
into the mixture of water and little girl pee.  I then ran my fingers
freely back and forth under her for the next few seconds, getting a
little smile as reward.  I leaned forward and kissed her gently on the
lips and then removed my hand, picking her up and setting her feet to
the floor.  I pulled her panties back up and caressed them back into
their correct and upright location, flushed the commode and then brought
her back to bed.

I put her under the covers and pulled them up to her chin, hoping she
would fall asleep in little over a minute.  Instead, she thrust her arms
out from under the covers and made a pitiful whimpering noise, like a
puppy being left alone for the first time in it's life.  I knew what she
wanted and hadn't the will to fight.  I pulled the covers back far
enough to allow my frame to work inside, Peggy shifting to her left just
far enough that I was able to lay down and not fall off the edge of her
tiny bed.  The next time I lay down on my California King waterbed, I'll
better appreciate just how big it really is.

As I settled down next to my little eight year old playmate, she
snuggled harder into me and tugged at my left hand yet again, hungry for
even MORE stimulation.  I was reluctant to put my hand back inside her
panties, but she continued to insist, so I relented.  I didn't diddle
her so much so she would have another series of wonderful orgasms, but
enough that she would appreciate and grow accustomed to my wonderful
attention to all of her sexy female details.

It was absolutely exotic to be able to softly caress the fullness of her
pussy, from her clitty to her vagina, a nice soft push inside and then a
short trip to the outside edges of her pursed anus and then back again
until I was back at the top edge of her clitty.  Within two minutes, she
was softly snoring in my left ear and must have been completely
satisfied for the first time in her life.

It wasn't until I woke up in the dark that I realized that I had ALSO
fallen asleep.

IN THE DARK?  What the Hell happened?  I pulled my left arm out from
under the covers and pushed the luminous light switch on my watch.  It
was three fifteen!  Carly and Art must have come home and found us
sleeping, turned the light off, not disturbing my wonderful slumber.

What could they have been thinking when they found me in Peggy's bed?
My heart beat wildly as I thought of all sorts of difficult questions
that were going to be asked in the morning.  I pulled my arm out from
under Peggy and rolled her to the left so I could extracate myself from
this very uncomfortable position.  Well, it really wasn't THAT
uncomfortable.  Just embarrassing.

I put my socks and shoes back on and was about to make my way out of her
bedroom when I heard the door knob turn and then the door push open.  It
was as if I was in another man's bedroom after having fucked his wife,
my male counterpart about to bash my head in once he saw me standing in
the middle of his lover's room.  All I could do was stand in fear, my
feet frozen to the floor.

Once the door swung just wide enough, I could see the outline of a woman
in the doorway.  In the dim kitchen light, I saw Carly for the first
time, a smile plastered all over her face and her eyes looking toward me
with less than hurtful intent.

"Just wake up?"

"Uh, YEAH!  Carly, can we go talk in the kitchen please?"

"Sure."

I followed her after I pulled Peggy's bedroom door closed and waited
until we were in the light of the breakfast area before I started to
prostrate myself on the floor in front of her for mercy.  Before I could
say anything, she began.

"Kip, you and Peggy looked so darling when we came home that we didn't
have the heart to wake you up.  She looked so happy under your arm that
we both almost started crying.  We haven't seen an expression on her
face like that since her first day of school in first grade.  She was so
proud that she was a big girl then, that she actually looked FORWARD to
going to school everyday.  Ever since she started third grade and the
other children noticed her full figure, she's been absolutely miserable.
She has such a poor self image that we were worried that she might run
away or do something to herself that would make us feel absolutely
horrible.  In just one day, you've helped her so much that we can
already tell that she's much happier.  Please don't feel bad about
sleeping with her, because I know that's what you're thinking.  You
haven't done anything that her daddy or I might do and I'm sure she'll
be absolutely miserable if she woke up and you weren't there next to
her.  Please don't feel bad."

"But Carly!  I'm fell asleep with your eight year old baby girl.
Doesn't that bother you or Art?  I could have been mindlessly touching
her while I slept and I wouldn't have any recollection of my misdeeds
until she told you or me about it in the morning.  I would feel
absolutely HORRIBLE if I made her feel worse by doing something in my
sleep that would alter her perception of me.  She thinks I'm her rescuer
and if sometime during the night I slipped my hand under her nighty or
inside her panties and fondled her and she woke up to my doing it, I
would be no better than that creep Billy Masterson.  She would be a
total wreck and it might destroy her."

"Well I tell you what Kip.  How about if I talk to Peggy for a minute
and try to explain to her that you're just a man and that sometimes men
do things in their sleep that they can't control.  As long as you don't
force yourself onto her, she should be mature enough to understand that
a gentle slip of the hand isn't a terrible thing.  Art and I are very
open about our sexuality with each other, but we've never had the
courage to teach Peggy about ALL of the facts of life until now.  I'm
sure she's old enough to understand that there are some things that men
and women do just for fun.  If you accidentally run your hand inside her
bedclothes, I'm sure she won't go ballistic and start screaming."

"Carly, you're taking this much better than I could have imagined.  You
must trust your little baby girl tremendously, or you must think very
highly of me."

"Actually, both!  I can feel in my heart that you would NEVER
intentionally hurt her and I also trust her judgement enough to allow
her to ask even the tough questions.  Up to this point, she's been
pretty laid back about where babies come from and why her body is
starting to grow in certain places.  Now that you're here, it will make
it much easier for her to adjust to young womanhood and she'll be a
better adjusted little girl in the process.  Now, before I have to start
commanding you around my house at three thirty in the morning, you march
right back in there young man and go back to bed.  This time, take off
your jeans!"

I stood there like an idiot, staring at an eight year old's mother in
complete disbelief.  I was being told to go to bed with her preteen
daughter and was almost EXPECTED to touch her some time during the
night.

"Kip?  Get MOVING!"

Carly reached up to my shoulders and turned me around, patting me on the
bum twice to get me to walk back into Peggy's bedroom.  I took three
steps and then stopped, wanting her to touch my bum again.  She must
have known what I was thinking, because she stood right behind me and
pushed her hand up and down along the length of my ass, squeezing my bum
three times before she leaned forward and pushed me onward.  I was no
longer reluctant to sleep with Peggy, now or in the future.

As I slowly turned the doorknob and pushed the door open, Carly right
behind me, I waited to see if she would really give her little girl a
quick 'chat' about what I might do while I was sleeping.  As if she was
waiting for us to enter, Peggy called out to us.

"Kip?  Mister Franklin?  Are you still here?"

Carly answered Peggy before I had a chance to.

"He sure is Babydoll.  We just talked for a couple of minutes and I need
to talk to YOU now."

"Mommy?  Are you home ALREADY?"

Her tone indicated just how disappointed Peggy was, her awareness of her
mom and dad being home bringing her all too quickly back to reality.
All too soon, her fun time was over and I was about to leave and go
home.

"We got home a little while ago, Angel."

I was about to give them some privacy and go back to the kitchen, but
Carly stopped me and called me over to the bed where she was sitting
next to Peggy.

"Mr.  Franklin told me that he was scared that he might accidentally
touch you while he was sleeping if he was in bed with you and that if
you woke up and found his hand under your nighty or inside your panties,
you might be terribly afraid of him and think that he was trying to hurt
you like Billy Masterson did.  I just wanted to tell you that sometimes
men do things at night that they can't help and he might touch you in
places that you normally don't let people touch.  If he does start
touching you while he's asleep, just gently push his hand away or turn
over so he can't touch you anymore.  He'll stop right away and then you
can go back to sleep.  Do you understand Babydoll?"

"I understand Mommy.  I know Mister Franklin isn't mean or nasty.  He's
just about the nicest and sweetest man I have ever met and I know that
if he touches me inside my nighty or panties, that he doesn't really
want to hurt me.  He's just trying to show me how much he loves me
without telling me, that's all.  If he starts scaring me, I'll push his
hand away and turn over like you say and that way, I won't be afraid of
him at all.  I know he loves me with all his heart and he won't ever
hurt me like Billy did.  Maybe someday when I get older, we can get
married and then we can be lovers for real and I can be with him forever
and ever."

Carly turned to face me and beamed.  Her little girl was truly starting
to grow up and I was the stimulus.  She leaned down, kissed her little
girl on the forehead and then got up.  She directed me to take her place
and only after I was sitting, did she start to leave the room.

As she opened and then began to close the bedroom door, she said in a
loud whisper, "Goodnight!"  and walked toward her bedroom.  I turned and
looked at my sleepy partner and just had to smile, her smile matching
mine.  In the dim light of her room, I took my shoes and socks back off,
undid my jeans and pulled them down my legs and then pulled my t-shirt
over my head.  Wearing only my underwear, I pulled the bedcovers back
and pushed my legs inside, Peggy trying to see whatever she could.

We were now almost naked together, her soft legs brushing against me as
she lifted her left leg and pushed it over both of mine.  I pushed my
left hand down behind her and slipped it inside her panties along her
bum, hooking my fingers between her bum cheeks and wiggling my fingers
forward until she granted me complete access to her increasingly wet
vagina.  The last thing I did before I stopped moving was to work my
middle finger inside her tight little vagina up to my second digit.  She
began purring instantly.

"That feels nice Kippy.  I'm glad you're gonna sleep with me all night.
If you want to, you can make me feel all tingly inside like you did
before, okay Kippy?"

"Would you like for me to tickle you a little right now Baby?"

"I'd really like that Kippy.  I promise I won't make any noise, okay?"

"Then, I'd like to do something very special.  I won't if you don't want
me to, so if you don't like it I'll stop, okay?"

"What are you gonna do?"

"I'd like to tickle you down here with my tongue.  I may sound really
weird or gross, but after I do it for a little while, you'll want me to
do all day and night long."

"Really?  Do little girls like it when you do that?"

"Well, I've never been able to do that to LITTLE girls, but I did do it
to my wife and older women a long time ago and they all LOVED it when I
did."

"Then, I want you to do that to ME too.  Do you want me to pull my
panties down, or can you do it with them on?"

"Actually, I'd prefer to pull them all the way off so you're nice and
comfortable."

"GOODIE!"

She shifted her leg back down the bed and without removing my left hand,
she worked her flimsy panties down and off, retrieving them and putting
them under her pillow.

"You can look at me if you want Kippy."

"Thank you Honey, but I don't think I better turn the light on.  Your
mom and dad might see me turn it on and might want to know why.  How
about if we do it this one time in the dark and I promise next time I'll
do it during the day or with the lights on, okay?"

"Okay.  You can do whatever you want, Honey."

"Thank you Peggy.  That's very generous of you."

She pushed the covers down and pulled her legs out from underneath,
flopping them open right next to me.  She then pulled her nighty all the
way to her chin, hesitated and then pulled it the rest of the way off.
There before me was the pure nakedness of a little eight year old,
anxious for me to please her and hungry for attention.

I leaned straight over and pushed my mouth between her legs, immersing
my face in her plump form.  My tongue found her clitty almost instantly,
as if this is where it was supposed to be for the rest of time.  She
immediately pushed up into my face and wanted more, hungry for the kind
of affection that I was eager to provide.

In little over a minute, I had her gently bucking to a clitoral orgasm
as I slipped my index finger into her vagina and my middle finger all
the way inside her butthole.  She accepted anything I was doing to her
and pulled on the back of my head, wanting me to continue her wonderful
torture.

I licked her clitty and finger fucked both her vagina and anus for the
next hour and a half, only stopping when I heard a noise from across the
house.  When I pulled away from her body, she kept trying to pull me
back down, anxious for me to continue.  When nothing more could be
heard, I complied readily and returned to pleasing my little lover.

She never wanted me to stop making lingual and digital love to her
lovely body all night.  When I could no longer stay awake, I practically
had to beg her to let me put her panties back on so we didn't get caught
as the morning light began to fill the room.

"Angel, we better stop having fun, because your mom or dad are gonna
come into your room and see me doing something that I'm not supposed to.
Can we do this again sometime when we're all by ourselves, please?"

"As long as you promise to tickle me like this as much as I want you to
when we're all alone?"

"I promise, I'll tickle your pretty body with my mouth, tongue and hands
as much as you want me to, but we have to be alone so we don't get
caught, right?  RIGHT?"

"Ohhhh-Kaaaaay.  Only when we're by ourselves.  But you have to do it as
MUCH as I want you to.  You promised!"

"Okay.  Deal!"

I kissed her plump puddy one last time, reached under her pillow and
recovered her panties, working them, with some difficulty I might add,
back up her legs and into their correct location.  It wasn't easy, but I
also put her nighty back on and reluctantly covered her back up.  I
lifted and pushed her legs back under the bedcovers and climbed in
myself, bending my legs at the hips under her until I could feel her bum
against the tops of my thighs.  It would take so very little for me to
push a little harder and work my woody between her buttcheeks and give
her even MORE pleasure.  Of course, I would be having a little fun in
the process as well.

I hugged her to me after covering us both back up, letting my right hand
come to rest right over her left titty, softly pulling her top back up
so I could feel her naked skin against mine.  I saw her smile as I
worked the flimsy material up high enough to grant my naughty fingers
complete access and she snuggled as close as she could, certain that the
rest of our time in bed tonight would be just as much fun as it had
started.

I was asleep in just minutes and Peggy was soon to follow.

Around nine, I woke up to an empty bed, startled.  I looked around the
room and saw that Peggy's bedroom door was open.  She must have wanted
to get something to eat or have to go pee.  Just as I was about to turn
away, she came walking back into her room, a huge smile plastered all
over her face.  I heard two car doors close, an engine start and a car
drive away.

"My mom and dad have to go back to work today, even though it's
Saturday.  My mom told me that we could be lazy bums today and just stay
in bed or we could go do whatever you wanted to.  It was up to us."

When she stopped talking, I saw her smile grow until her ears almost
touched behind her head, her mind already working with naughty ideas and
devious plans.

"Kippy, can we go to your house for a little while?  We could be all
alone and then you could undress me until I was nekked and tickle me
everywhere like you did last night."

"Would you REALLY like to do that Honey?  I might want to do that ALL
DAY LONG!"

"ALL DAY?  REALLY?"

I nodded with a shit eating grin on my face as I motioned for her to
come join me in bed for a few more minutes.  Along the way, she pulled
her nightgown off and worked her panties down her legs until I was again
in the presence of a naked little eight year old nymphet.  She thrust
herself at me and started kissing me straight away, my hands finding her
bum and then pushing between her legs until my fingers found their mark.
She was no longer willing to stay quiet and began to coo and moan
softly.  It was too much for me to bear and I almost pulled my dick out
so I could work it into her tender body.

NOT HERE!

"Baby, can we please go to my house first?  I want to be all alone when
we do some more stuff and I want to show you something that you'll like
very much."

"Can you show me a little bit here first Kippy?  Please?"

"If I do, I won't want to stop.  We better get dressed and go to my
house first.  Besides, I think we better stop and get something to eat
before we both fall down faint.  I don't think I can last another day
eating just a little girl for breakfast, lunch and dinner."

Her giggles were just what I had been needing all my life.  I caressed
her pussy a couple more times, leaned down and licked her from her anus
to her clitty, causing her body to practically lift right up off the
bed.

"Okay, enough for now.  Let's get dressed so we can do this at my
house."

"Okay!  Let's go.  What do you want me to wear Kippy?"

"Do you have a two piece outfit with a short little skirt and a loose
fitting top?"

She thought for a minute and then sprang up out of bed, headed for her
closet still quite naked.

"Come on Kippy.  I want you to help me pick something out."

She reached out to me and I was kneeling behind her, my hands around her
chubby body and filled with her nakedness in no time.  My right hand
softly worked her clitty and vagina up and down, in and out, her legs
coming apart without my having to ask her.  My left hand was cupping and
massaging both of her breasts, kneading her nipples until they were firm
points on her developing titties.  She leaned back and lifted her arms
over her head and around mine, pulling me tighter into her soft body.

"Peggy Baby, how about if you just wore the dress you had on when we
went to the Chinese place yesterday?  I'll be taking it off the minute
we get to my house anyway."

She smiled at the thought of being naked in my house, my hands all over
her tender body from face to feet.

"Okay, I'll wear that.  But can I go to your house without my panties
on?  I'd like to see how it felt to go without my panties outside."

"As long as you promise not to let anyone except me see you under your
dress!"

"I promise!"

"Okay, let's make the bed and clean up your room so your mom won't get
mad."

We quickly made her bed, undressed as we were.  I took advantage of
every opportunity to touch and caress her naked body whenever I could,
generating a smile every time.

We both got dressed, Peggy without her panties and wrote her mom and dad
a note telling them where she'd be.  I jotted down her mom's and dad's
office phone numbers so I could call them around noon, just so they
wouldn't worry if they stayed later than that.  I stuffed an extra pair
of her cute hip hugger panties into my left pocket just in case we took
longer than her parents did.

We were out of her house, the front door closed and locked and walked to
my truck still parked in her driveway.  I again opened the door for her,
but this time, I made certain to pull her already short dress even
shorter as I clipped her seatbelt, her face beaming at the thought that
I would want to see her chubby legs and plump hairless quim in the light
of day.  Before backing out of her side of the truck, I leaned down and
kissed her gently, caressing her legs and working my fingers between
them until I was again fondling her naked cunny.  I stopped, smiled at
her and told her something that I hadn't told a woman in a VERY long
time.

"I love you Peggy.  I really do."

"I love you too, Kippy."

I backed out of the passenger side of the pickup, my woody making it
very hard to walk without being half hunched over, got in the driver's
seat and drove the incredible distance of three hundred forty feet,
turning the truck off and closing the garage door behind us.

"Can I get naked now Kippy, please?"

"Um hmmm.  I sure wish you would Honey."

She fumbled with the seatbelt clasp and was finally able to get it
undone.  Before three more seconds ticked by, she was sitting next to me
as naked as she was when I was kneeling behind her in front of her
closet.  I couldn't wait and undid my seatbelt, leaned over to her and
pushed my face between her legs.  She grabbed the back of my head and
pushed me down as hard as she could, hungry for me to give her another
series of bucking orgasms.

I practically climbed underneath her as she sat in the passenger seat of
my truck, my face working along her cleft from clitty to asshole.  I
knew she was finally getting impatient when she called my name with some
difficulty, some slight pain in her voice.

"KIPPY!!!"

I pulled my face from between her legs and leaned back slightly, looking
at her contorted face and quivering bottom lip.

"Baby, we need to go inside, I'm sorry."

I backed out of the truck along the driver's side and rushed around to
her side, anxious to see her naked body again.  Being away from her more
than two seconds was now causing me severe discomfort and I knew I was
in deep trouble.

I carried her and her dress inside my house, everything just as I had
left it the day before.  I didn't pause for a moment as I carried her
into my bedroom, anxious to get comfortable on my huge California King.
Having not made my bed from the previous day, it was ready for two naked
bodies.  I let her down as delicately as I could, tossing her clothes to
the chair next to the bathroom door along the far wall.  Her next words
would fill my heart with joy and my woody with even MORE energy.

"Kippy, would you take your clothes off now?  I'd like to see what YOU
look like."

As she lay on my bed, naked as the day she was born staring back at me
with curious and somewhat fearful eyes, I kicked my shoes off and pulled
my t-shirt over my head.  My jeans were undone and fell to the floor by
themselves, as if they knew not to linger too long.  I left my underwear
on as I went to the bathroom and collected two towels, one for dryness
and one for a much darker liquid, soon to be made available from her
tender body.

The dark red towel would provide enough of a visual deterrent that Peggy
wouldn't be too frightened after I 'took' her and I was finally glad
that I had spent the extra fifty cents to get the complete set of
mismatched seconds at the local factory discount store.

I lay down next to my little lover and looked right into her eyes.

"Would you like to pull my undies down Peggy?  If you don't want to, I
will for you."

"Yeah, I'd kind of like to see what you looked like by myself."

I lay on my back with my arms behind my head and watched as she got up
and knelt down next to my left hip.  She could see my boner creating a
tent in my shorts and gingerly began to tug the waistband elastic down,
pulling against the strain of the tight material as she hooked her tiny
fingers along the inside edge.  When she caught sight of me for the
first time, her eyes were as big as dinner plates.  I guess she thought
I looked big.  I hope she didn't find out too soon that I was pretty
average, if not a little smaller than most men.  To her, I was hung like
a horse.  At this particular moment, I was pretty proud of my size too.

She didn't stop until she had my shorts all the way down my legs and off
my feet.  Then she refocused her attention to my throbbing manhood,
watching it as it bobbed back and forth with every beat of my heart.  I
let her go at her own pace, learning and exploring as quickly or as
slowly as she wanted.  I need not have worried, since she had both her
hands around it in another few seconds, softly wanking me up and down
with the delicacy and innocence that only little girls must have.  She
seemed absolutely fascinated with how it felt, squeezing it
occassionally and then running her fingers along the outside edge of my
circumcized glans.  She knew where this was supposed to go inside her
and seemed perplexed at how something so big would fit inside her tight
little body.

"Will that really fit inside me, Kippy?"

"Um hmmm.  It really will."

She smiled and then looked down between her legs, prying her labia apart
and looking as far inside her vagina as she could.  She even pushed her
own middle finger inside her sweet hole to see just how it might feel
with me in there.  She pulled her finger out and then looked up at me, a
little nervous at the prospect of making love for the first time with a
guy as big as me.

"We'll go especially slow the first time Babydoll.  It will hurt a
little bit just this once and then will feel a lot better after that.
Every time we do it from then on, it will feel so much easier that you
won't remember it ever hurting.  I know you're a little scared and I'm
sure all girls are scared the first time they do it with a guy.  Just
remember, I'll let you tell me just how fast or slow you want me to go,
okay?"

"Okay Kippy.  Thank you."

Oh the sweet irony!  Here was an eight year old virgin little girl
thanking me for what I was about to do, take her cherry and turn her
into a full fledged woman before she was in the fourth grade.

"What do I do Kippy?"

"Turn over toward me so I can tickle you for a little while.  It'll make
you feel a lot better and you won't be as afraid."

She spun in place and directed her pussy right into my face, laying down
along my left side with her feet pointed at my headboard and her face
right next to my woody.  Instead of fearing me or what was about to
enter her, she gently wrapped her hands around my cock and masturbated
me until I was almost ready to unload into her face.

"You better slow down Ace!  If you keep doing that, you're gonna get a
surprize."

"You mean, your sperm?"

Bright Girl!

"Yeah, now slow down just a little bit and let me catch up with you."

I pushed my face between her legs and pulled her down just enough so I
could bury my tongue between her labia and into her vagina.  Her head
snapped back instantly.  I continued to work the little tyke up and down
along her gash until she started to gently buck into my face with her
first of many more orgasms on my bed.  As each one peaked, I let her
rest for only a few moments before I resumed my attack, increasing the
pressure against her clitty and further up her vagina until she was
beginning to squeal with pleasurable agony.  It was now or never!

As I continued to work her clitty with my thumb and pushed into her
vagina with my middle and index fingers, trying to stretch her out so I
could fit without ripping her apart, I turned her around and worked the
red towel under her without her noticing until I was along side her
body, tummy to tummy and chest to chest.  I pulled her on top of me and
kept working her pussy as I shifted her lower and lower, until I could
feel the tip of my dick touch the insides of her thighs.  She must have
realized what was about to happen, since she pushed her body up a little
and tried to look into my eyes as she shifted further down my body, my
fingers and thumb now in the way.

"Oh Kippy!  I'm ready now!  Please don't make me wait any longer."

I moved my hand out of the way and pushed her down a little more,
feeling the tip of my cock press into her body slightly, her labia
wrapping around the tip of my woody.  I reached around her bum and
continued to caress and tease her anus with the tip of my middle finger,
wanting to keep her peaking if I could.  I had timed it perfectly!

Just as she started to pant deeper and her breath became ragged, her
orgasm started to peak.  I slowly worked my dick inside her a little at
a time, each of her gentle bucks and convulsions helping me without her
realizing.  Within a few more seconds, the head of my cock was inside
her tight opening and then another second or two went by and I could
feel her maidenhead pressing against me, trying to keep me out.

It fought dilligently to prevent the intrusion, but her hormones and my
lust weren't about to be denied and I kept pushing against her as I
tickled her butthole.  She was in the middle of her orgasm when she
pushed down a little harder again, forcing me past the last vestiges of
her childhood.  She squeaked for just a second and then let out a deep
moan, almost like a female lion roaring in pain.  Then she did something
that I'll never forget as long as I live.

She pushed down against my underarms with both hands and impaled herself
further onto me until I could feel her cervix, our pubic bones rubbing
against each other and her clitty now stimulated by my pubic crown.  She
had one more orgasm with me inside her and began to convulse almost
wildly, the most I had ever seen her move in the two days that I had
been with her.  It was unlike any fucking that I ever had in my life.

This plump little eight year old was jumping around on top of me and
shoving me as deep as I could go until I could feel her cervix begin to
admit my dick.  When I felt a little pop and her cervix opened to me at
last, I began to unload huge streams of goo into her tender young body.

"KIPPY!  I CAN FEEL IT!"

We thrust into each other for the next three or four minutes straight.
When we both finally came back down and our bodies were nothing more
than twitching impulses of muscular energy, I pulled out of her just
enough so the tip of my dick wouldn't get cut off with the tight spasms
of her cervical muscular contractions.  We rested for the next twenty
minutes, the towel correctly positioned between my legs to catch
anything that might have oozed out of her now adult body.  I didn't want
her to be frightened if I fell asleep and she got up off me without my
knowing, so I hugged her to my body and cupped her bum with the towel as
I tried like Hell to get out of bed.

Tip for the inexperienced:  Never fuck or have sex the first time with
an eight year old virgin on a waterbed.  It'll take more energy and
experience than you think!

I was finally able to work us over the edge of the bed by the time she
fell asleep on me, still attached at the hips.  I carried my lovely
little defiled baby girl to the shower and held her with the loving
compassion of any first time lover.  I washed her abused and now broken
body, making certain to pull the device of her short and painful sexual
schooling out of her tight love tube long enough to clean her up inside.

She remained completely motionless as I set her down on the floor of the
shower stall, her back coming to rest beneath me and her legs splayed
open wide enough that her now open vagina leaked small amounts of blood,
diminishing with each second that passed.  I leaned down and hovered
over her chubby body as the water from the flexible shower hose was
directed to where she had just been torn inside.  I let the water gently
wash away any evidence of my immoral deed and used the tips of my
fingers to delicately probe inside her body.  I kept playing with her
far longer than was actually necessary to provide for her cleanliness
and fingered her pussy and diddled her clitty until her body betrayed
her and started to succumb to yet another orgasm, albeit this time while
she was unconscious and not able to enjoy it completely.

As I let the water softly wash over her hips and cunny, I leaned the
rest of the way down to her and pushed my face to her plump labia,
licking her up and down until I felt her left hand caress the side of my
face.  She was finally awake and was smiling up at me while I softly
licked her body.  I even began to nibble on her plump pussy lips as she
giggled, her moves slow and somewhat labored.  She was a mere fraction
of her former energetic self, her body betrayed and abused.

Peggy needed to understand a new level of intimacy with an adult man, so
I focused on her clitty yet again and before another two minutes passed,
I could feel her hips buck upward toward my face, both of her hands
pulling my face into her tender thighs.  After this orgasm, I knew I
needed to give her some rest, so I sucked her clitty into my mouth one
last time and tickled it with my tongue peaking her until she began to
squeal.

While she was still reacting to the wonderful fullness of my last gift,
I pushed my body down to her and worked my dick back inside her pussy,
this time passing within easily.  I plunged into her as her vaginal
muscles continued to contract and relax, wanting to join her in sexual
bliss yet again.  It didn't take me more than ten or eleven thrusts
before I could feel my balls tighten and then the hot jets of spunk pass
from my body to hers.

Her smile was so shakey that she looked like she was shivering from
cold, yet the only parts of her body that moved were her hips and her
lips.  When our bodies stopped moving this time, she pushed her arms
around me and hugged me as tightly as she could, crying softly into my
right ear.

"Oh, Kippy!  Please don't ever leave me!  I love you so very much."

"I won't leave you Precious, EVER, because I love you so much Peggy.  I
know that it hurt a little bit this time when we made love, but soon it
will feel so good that you'll want to make love to me all day long."

I started crying with her and we held each other on the bottom of my
shower stall with the water running over us like a gentle waterfall, our
sexes joined and her vagina slowly growing accustomed to the fullness of
my penis.  Even though it took tremendous energy and lots of
concentration, I slowly worked my manhood in and out of her child body
for the next hour.

When the water started to get uncomfortably cold, I pulled out of my
baby and turned the shower off, lifting her up slightly after checking
her for further damage.  She was no longer bleeding, so I picked her up
and dried her off, taking her back to bed.  I left the red towel in the
bathroom and brought a box of tissues instead, knowing that anything
aqueous should be white or clear from now on.

She wasn't in bed with me for more than five minutes when she turned
toward me and thrust her hips into me, telling me that she wanted to
couple yet again.  I smiled back at her and received a smile in return,
her soft hands running along the edges of my face as I worked the tip of
my dick between her legs and into her body yet again.  This time, I was
going to show her something other than missionary and had her lay on her
back as I lay on my left side, my cock plunging in and out of her body
beneath her upturned thighs and the front of my legs bumping her round
little bum.

After she got used to this new position, she let her legs fall all the
way open, my hand finding her mons and my fingers finding her clitty
immediately.  As I maintained a nice steady rhythm into her pussy, my
fingers worked along her tender nubbin until she started to gently
convulse once again.  This time, I kept her going much longer and wanted
to join her in delightful ecstacy only after I wore her down a lot more.
She was no longer able to put up a fight and just let me do whatever I
wanted, her body little more than a series of involuntary muscular
contractions and a mass of frayed nerves.  When I felt my body begin to
fill her insides again, I gently pinched her clitty and softly made a
series of little circles with it, sending her body into yet another
series of stuttering and jerking motions.  I was done with her for a
little while and just left my dick inside her pussy as the remnants of
her last orgasm ran up and down the length of my rude shaft.

We fell asleep just like that and didn't wake up until the phone rang at
three thirty that afternoon.  It was Carly.

"Hi Kip.  Are you and Peggy having a good time together?"

"Actually, she's laying down next to me asleep.  We spent the better
part of the day learning all about each other and I think I wore her
out."

"What a loving man you are Kip."

[No lie there!]

"Would you like to keep her with you overnight?  Art and I were thinking
about going out tonight if you'd be willing to watch our baby for us."

"Well, I tell you what Carly.  It's going to be pretty hard to take her
away from me now that I've fallen in love with her.  I hope you're not
mad at me for telling you that, but she has finally made me feel
complete and I'd really like to spend some time with her so I can get to
know her.  Would you mind terribly if I stole her away for the next few
days?  We could come by tomorrow and pick up her school books and some
clothes and I could take her to school and bring her home every day.  I
know this is kind of sudden, but I think I want to keep her for my very
own.  Are you mad?"

"Gosh NO!  I think it sounds romantic for you to fall for her like that.
I'm sure she must feel like a grown woman right now.  I'll bet you two
are practically joined at the hip and I want nothing more than for my
baby to be happy.  You two come over whenever you want to pick up some
of her clothes and play things.  I just finished washing some of her
panties and stockings so you won't have to have her walking around your
house as naked as the day she was born . . . unless that's what you're
planning on doing with her anyway."

"I wouldn't want you to be overly concerned for her safety, Carly.  I
promise I won't FORCE her to walk around in the nude."

"Come on Kip.  You and I both know that if Peggy sets her mind to
something, she's going to do it no matter the consequences, so if she
starts getting a little rambunctious and wants to run around in the
buff, don't get hung up about it.  She's just wanting to see how far she
can push her limits, so just give her some room, okay?"

"Sure Carly.  I'm glad you're not going to be mad if she wants to start
walking around my house with nothing on, because if she wants to feel
free and unbound, then I'm going to let her."

"Kip, you are such a wonderful influence on her.  I wish she was a
little older and you were just a little younger.  You two would make a
wonderful couple.  I'll bet your children would be just gorgeous."

"Since I've already proposed to her, maybe you won't have to wait too
long to find out."

"You naughty little boy.  If you keep talking like that, I'll have to
teach Peggy some of my secrets so she won't lose you to some 'older
woman'.  I'll bet she'd just LOVE to see you begging for mercy."

"She already has Carly.  When I was laying next to her last night, I
practically begged her to stay with me forever and ever.  I'm just not
sure if she heard me or not, because I don't know if she was awake when
I was talking to her."

Carly didn't say anything for about a half minute, making me think that
I may have just crossed the line.  Imagine my surprize when she next
spoke.

"Kip, please don't think ill of me for saying this, but I wish you had
the time and energy to make my little girl happy.  Art is not able to
spend the kind of time with her that he should, since our professional
lives require so much of his time and my personal demands of him keep
him pretty tied up a home.  She desperately needs a man to look after
her and Art just doesn't have the energy or the time to do it himself.
I wish you were open minded about spring/fall relationships and don't
judge me harshly if I sound like I'm pushing her off on you.  I just
know she looks so happy with you and you seem to be just as taken by
her.  I wish we lived in different times or a different country."

"Why, Carly?  Be honest, I can take it."

"Are you sure Kip?  I don't want you spreading gossip or making
accusations about me after I tell you what I think."

"Carly, just as I told my little girlfriend right here next to me, I'm
going to tell you.  If you have something to tell me, I'll keep it in
strict confidence and promise not to reveal any part of our conversation
to anyone EVER, without your expressed permission."

"Gosh, I guess you're serious."

"Yes, I am.  So SPILL IT!"

By this time, Peggy had awakened and was looking up at me with a variety
of expressions to fit whatever was being said.  It was horribly immoral
to lay naked with an eight year old little girl, AND be fucking her at
the same time as I spoke to her mother on the phone, but I'd fallen
hopelessly, helplessly in love with this little waif and wasn't about to
lose what I had found, if I could help it.

"Okay, but I just hope I don't regret it later.  What I'm trying to say
is . . . I wish you could and WOULD make Peggy your young wife and treat
her with the love and respect that she deserves.  There was a time when
even a girl as young as my baby could be spoken for and married away by
her parents, if they felt she was ready for it.  I know she really likes
you already and given just a little time, would fall hopelessly and
completely in love with you and do whatever she could to make you happy
. . . . . . . especially in bed."

I waited for about thirty seconds so the full impact of what she had
said could be reversed if she chose to retract anything.  When she
thought I was about to call the local police department or vice squad,
claiming that she was an unfit mother for what she was thinking, it was
time for me to drop a little bombshell of my own.

"Carly, I want you to listen to me very closely.  This is very important
and will affect Peggy's future, so what I'm about to say may have a
deeper impact than you might be ready for."

In a voice barely discernable above a whisper she spoke.

"Yes Kip?"

"Peggy and I have spent quite a bit of time together over the last day
or so and have shared a number of very special, very intimate and VERY
loving moments together.  The reason I plan to keep her is because I
'DO' want to make her my young bride.  We have kissed, touched and loved
each other since last night and she's with me right now, taking me as
I'm talking to you on the phone.  Do you understand what I'm referring
to?"

"My gosh, YES!  That's WONDERFUL!  Oh my gosh, KIP!  Do you really love
her?  I mean, REALLY love her?  Have you made a woman out of my little
baby girl?"

"Why don't you ask her yourself?  Babydoll, your mom wants to talk to
you about something very important, okay?"

"Um hmmm."

"Peggy?  Sweetheart?  Are you okay Honey?"

"Um hmmm.  I'm fine Mommy."

"How do you feel Baby?  Does it still hurt?"

"Oh NOOO, Mommy!  Not any more.  It did at first, but it passed quickly.
Now it feels like my insides are on fire and I love how Kippy makes me
feel when he's inside me."

"Oh Sweetie, I'm so happy for you.  Does he know yet?"

"No, not yet."

"When are you going to tell him?"

"Soon."

"Do you like being treated as if you really WERE eight years old?"

"Um hmmm."

"It feels really neat, doesn't it?"

"It feels just FABULOUS!"

"He really makes you feel special, doesn't he?"

"Like I've never felt before."

"Are you coupling right now?"

"Oh, YEEEEESSS!"

"Is he lasting longer than your last one?  Since he's only a human
being, he might not be able to keep up with how much coupling you want
and need."

"LOTS longer!  I think I want to keep this one this time.  Kippy seems
to be much more aware of his sexual ability than the last one."

"Are you sure Sweetie?  Once you decide, you can't come back this time.
This is your last chance to find someone to keep you company."

"I'm sure.  He's the right one for me.  The way he makes me squirm and
wiggle around when he tickles my special place over and over for minutes
and hours, I know he'll keep me happy from now on."

"You realize that if he can keep you satisfied while you're this age,
that he'll probably want to couple with you everyday almost all the
time?"

"Um hmmm.  He's already made my insides like jelly at least a dozen
times since I came home yesterday from the bus ride with that immature
little boy, Billy.  If he only knew . . . "

"Does it feel good when he touches you down there?"

"Oh yeah!  He also uses his fingers, thumb, mouth and tongue.  I
especially like him to tickle me with his tongue while he tickles me
with his fingers and thumb.  Then I like it when he pushes into me while
he continues to wiggle his thumb and finger all over my special place
until I can't stop shaking and squirming.  He's stuh-stuh starting to
duh-duh-do it again.  Oh my . . . Nnnng!  Nnnng!  Nnnng!  Nnnng!
MMMMMM!  MMMMMM!  MOOOOO-MMMMMEEEEEEE!"

"It sounds like so much fun Babydoll.  Does it feel really good when he
couples with you while he tickles your special place?"

"YESSSSSS!  OH, YESSSSSSS!  HARDER!  RIGHT THERE!  YESSSSSS!"

"Oh Babydoll, I'm so glad you finally found someone that will please you
properly.  It's so hard to find just the right kind of company for these
long missions.  You couple with him as much as he wants and be sure to
make him feel good like you're supposed to, okay Sweetie?"

"Yuh-yuh-YESSSSSS!  I PROOOOOOO-OMISE!"

"Good girl.  When you think he's ready, tell him what he needs to know
and then I'll be waiting for you at the transfer location."

"Mmmmmaaaaah!  Mmmmmaaaaah!  Mmmmmaaaaah!  Mmmmmaaaaah!  Mmmmmaaaaah!"

Peggy's body began to spasm almost uncontrollably as she handed me the
phone, her hips pushing into me with more force than I ever remembered
her exerting.  To make her last another few minutes, I gently began to
pinch her clitty and work it around in circles once again, her tiny
mounds of breast flesh jiggling and bouncing with each of her
convulsions, her nipples bright red and as firm as pencil erasers.  Now
that I had her mother's permission to fuck her like mad, I was going to
do it with her for the rest of the day.  This orgasm was going to last
her a whole hour if I could keep it hard that long.

The quicker I pulled out and the harder I pushed back into her, the
tighter her vagina seemed to get, until an hour and a half later, it
felt like a vice around my aching cock.  I was bound and determined to
outlast her and kept wiggling, diddling, gently flicking, pinching,
massaging, rubbing, caressing and even pushing into her clitoris.  She
never resisted any of my desires, so it was time to see if she would be
willing to let me try her back door.

I pushed as hard as I could into her one last time and held my hips
against her bum, my woody as far into her as I could go.  I pulled out
of her and then used the index finger of my right hand to gather some
natural lubricant from her pussy and then began tickling her anus with
what I had gathered.  Her legs were still splayed outward across the
bed, so her body was open and ready for me.

I pushed the end of my cock against her butt and waited for just a
moment, wanting to see if she might resist my next move.  She just
pushed against me and gritted her teeth.

I slowly entered her, much as I did her vagina, until only the head of
my dick was inside her.  I rocked back and forth a few times and
stimulated a little more juices, working my fingers back inside her
pussy and then around the girth of my member before pushing in any
further.  I kept this up until finally I was able to pull all the way
out and reinsert my cock into her asshole.  Once I was able to pull out
and push into her with relative ease with the entire length of my dick,
I started to stroke her from tip to base, watching her body for any
signs of discomfort or pain.  She took every inch of my medium sized
dick without so much as a whimper, opening her mouth every once in a
while when I bottomed out in her butt.

Time for the coup de gras.

I reached over to my headboard and retrieved a long white plastic toy,
turned the knob at the base and heard the familiar hummmmmmmmm.  I
gently lay it across her clitty and saw her hips rise to meet it,
pushing harder against it until she looked like she was being supported
by an unseen force around her hips.  I went from her clitty to her
vagina and back again, inserting it as far as it would go inside her and
then pulling it back out, only to tickle her clitoris with the end and
side and then slide it back along the length of the plastic rod against
her clitty until I worked it along her cleft and back inside her vagina.

I kept up her torture for another two hours, finally climaxing inside
her ass like I've never done so before.  By the time I let her rest, she
looked like a wet sex doll, tired and completely satisfied.  Only THIS
sex doll liked to push back while being fucked!

We stayed together for another ten minutes until I wanted back into her
vagina.  I just could NOT get enough of her sweet pussy meat.  I used a
little lube to wet a few tissues and after I pulled my red and sore dick
out of her butt, I cleaned myself up and then reinserted my babymaker
back into her completely abused and willing pussy.  She took me like a
nymphomaniac and never stopped taking me until four in the afternoon.
We had been fucking for almost six hours straight.

When I stopped pushing into her, she turned and looked at me, smiling.
She was about to tell me something that I never expected and would love
her for, for the rest of time.

"Kippy.  You need to know that I'm not really an eight year old little
girl.  I'm a visitor from a far away place and I've been looking for
someone to stay with me and keep me happy for my next assignment.  You
see, I've been searching for a living being just like you that could
please me for a very long time and now that I've found you, I'm going to
bring you back with me.  From now on, you will see me just as I am today
and you will not age or grow infirm or have any more diseases.  I'm
going to keep you alive with me for the rest of eternity, because my
next assignment is to recreate the universe when this one comes to an
end and I needed for someone or something to be with me so I can keep my
energy up until my replacement arrives."

"How long will that be?"

"Well, this iteration is about seventeen or eighteen billion of your
Earth years and my assignment is supposed to last three more cycles
after that.  My replacement should be arriving about seventy or seventy
five billion of your Earth years from now.  You won't mind being with me
that long, will you?  I can make myself look like anything you want,
pretend to grow older, make myself look younger, change the shape of my
body or even change species if you want.  I'll do whatever you want me
to, for as long as you need it.  The only thing I ask is that you always
love me and never want to leave me, because if you do, then you will
only be able to live out what is your normal corporeal existance and I
will be left alone for another seventeen billion years.  You see, this
is my fourth time back to try to find someone to be with me and I've
grown tired and lonely . . . that is, until YOU came along.  Now that
you're here with me, I'll never grow lonely ever again.  I want to make
love and couple with you every day from now on.  And to make it more
exciting for you, I can make it seem like every time is our first time
together if you want.  It will be a little more difficult to keep doing
that for such a long time, but I think you're worth it."

"Oh Peggy!  I knew you were the one when I fell in love with you
yesterday.  I'll keep you company for as long as you want and I look
forward to making love with you as many times a day as you'd like.
Speaking of making love . . . can we do it again Babygirl?"

We fucked like rabbits for the next hour, her mannerisms nothing like an
innocent or pure little eight year old.  Then, as she promised, she
changed into a lovely twelve year old, a neice that I had lusted after a
few years ago, her voice and mannerisms exactly like my little brother's
youngest child.  Her pussy was much more able to tolerate the intrusion
of my wanker, sucking me inside and bucking back into me like a steam
locomotive.

When we were both satisfied once again, she leaned forward and kissed me
lovingly, winking at me and letting my dick fall away from her sweet
cunny.  She closed her eyes and seemed to stutter slightly, her body
changing yet again.

In front of my eyes lay the prettiest little two year old I had ever
seen, my older sister's first little girl.  She had been born eighteen
years ago and didn't live more than six years before an undetected
congenital heart defect took her away from us.  What my sister didn't
know was that I had hungrily looked at her naked body a number of times
while I visited at their house, present to witness her little angel
being changed and then cleaned up.

Peggy imitated Vicky perfectly, her mannerisms, her vocalizations, her
giggles.  Now I had the opportunity to do things with a two year old
that I never IMAGINED possible!  The first thing I did was to begin
fondling her naked pussy, playing with her baby-fat cunny lips until
Vicky . . . I mean PEGGY began to watch me and go absolutely quiet.
When her smile covered her face and her eyes closed, I knew I was
pleasing her.  I had never touched Vicky like this and I was beside
myself with excitement and lust.

I bent forward and began kissing, licking, sucking on and eventually
tonguing Vicky enough that she wrapped her hands around the back of my
head and pulled as hard as she could.  Oh, what BLISS!

Knowing full well that this really wasn't Vicky, I began pushing my dick
between her legs until her knees flopped down across the top of my bed,
her willingness openly apparent.  In little over a minute, I was
hammering away at her 'two year old' vagina like a madman.  'Vicky'
never cried or showed any signs of discomfort, Peggy enjoying the
fullness of each orgasm and coupling.  Wanting to try any and everything
possible, I picked Vicky up and turned her over, putting her cunny up to
my mouth with her body upside down.  Her mouth was in the perfect
position to work my cock and that's just what she did.

As I tongue fucked and licked Vicky to at least six orgasms, I unloaded
into her mouth as many times, if not more!  I tried more positions with
her little two year old body than I knew I might be able to come up
with, each just as exciting and immoral as the last.

When I finally lay Vicky down on my bed, her face squished up in a
lovely smile, she closed her eyes yet again and shuddered, her body
appearing to me as a much younger version of my first wife.  She was
eighteen all over again and I began playing with her nipples and titties
immediately.  We fucked for about thirty minutes before I asked her to
change again, the unpleasant memories of the divorce making me feel
rather uncomfortable for the first time since I had been in bed with an
eight year old.

Her next form was of a naked Amazonian child about ten, her dark brown
skin and jet black hair making me think I had just stuck my dick between
the pages of a National Geographic magazine.  This time, she pretended
to be quite fearful, making the whole sexual proceeding seem even more
naughty.  It felt as though I was a nasty missionary, trying to convert
a few 'heathens' and polluting at least ONE young soul with my immoral
and disgusting sexual advances.  My little brown baby eventually
accepted everything her visitor suggested, able to enjoy the wonderful
tingling sensations within her tiny naked and hairless body for the
first time in her young life.

After we both had at least three orgasms, Lupita smiled, kissed me on
the lips and then closed her eyes.  The next little jewel was as black
as night, her puffy and pointy tits sticking straight up as she lay
naked before me.  This little African princess was the epitome of
nastiness, her sexual awareness quite apparent as she fucked me in every
possible position, even a few I had never thought of!  We never spoke a
single word as she did more nasty things to me than I thought a little
girl of fourteen should.  Of course, I NEVER stopped anything she tried,
surrendering to each lustful advance and sensation like the true
pedophile I now was.

Her next human imitation was of a little Thai girl, about five or six.
This one was not the slightest bit interested in sex as she cried and
cried, not willing to partake of my hormonal interests in her tiny and
immature body.  Peggy kept up the act so well, that I actually began to
feel horribly dirty as I forced myself into her tight and still virginal
vagina.  Not wanting to make me feel bad about our newest experience,
she changed her attitude immediately, taking on the mannerisms of a very
experienced little preschool Thai whore.  It looked just like all the
pictures I had seen on the internet, lucky Caucasian men having illicit
sex with a group of dark brown little Asian girls as much and as long as
he wanted.  I took her every way I could imagine, fucking her over and
over until I felt like I was going to pass out.

What Peggy did next floored me!  Instead of just ONE naked little girl,
she took on the appearance of Shirley Temple and Brooke Shields when
they were both about seven years old.  They both acted very coy and shy
for the first few minutes as I softly caressed and played with their
naked bodies, until my fingers dipped between their legs and they took
on the personnas of Jenna Jameson and Xaviera Hollander.  Seeing two
little girls do and say such nasty things to each other made my fucking
them both so wonderfully sexy, I asked Peggy to let me have these two
for a lot longer than the others.  I'm not sure how long I screwed
Shirley and Brooke, but when I couldn't stay awake any longer, Peggy
returned and softly began fucking me like before.

"Peggy Baby, you are the best thing that ever happened to me, Honey and
I'll never leave you as long as I live."

What small words from a being that couldn't comprehend what was about to
happen!

Right in the middle of our next orgasm, we both disappeared.  All
records of my existence were immediately erased, to be replaced with a
more normal human beings that never pursued any sexual interest in each
other.  True to her word, Peggy gave me every conceivable little girl to
fuck over and over, from tall and skinny, to submissive and demure, to
slutty and a real prick tease, to the nastiest little tramp I had ever
heard of.  Almost every time, when she asked me to pick my favorite
little girl for me to play and couple with, I always came back to Peggy,
my eight year old little chubby angel.  I finally asked her to let me
remember just enough of each lovemaking session so my 'dreams' could be
filled with hour after hour of wonderful sex with little girls.

She eventually made me forget everything that I did to her when we
wanted to start fresh, and just like it was programmed into my DNA, I
repeated each and every action perfectly, enjoying it over and over
without realizing that I was reliving the same wonderful days of my life
for the next seventy billion years.

We continued to fuck constantly, my little eight year old baby girl
taking my woody with such grace and affection that I couldn't believe I
had found one for my very own.  Each of her physical manifestations was
just as sexy and interesting as the last, with my favorite always my
first little eight year old, naked, stuffed to her cervix with my dick,
her bum pressing against the front of my thighs and her clitty hungry
for more stimulation than the most unsatisfied nymphomaniac in the
history of time itself.

I was pushing my penis inside her tight vagina and stimulating her
clitoris, feeling the tip of my cock press against her cervix until it
was no longer capable of keeping me out when our orgasms burst forth,
our bodies thrashing around next to each other and her . . . . . .

---------------

I unlocked the gate and picked up my morning paper along the paved road
when another little girl walked up to the group of young elementary
school students.  She was about eight or nine and as round as a
Butterball turkey.  She was wearing a typical blouse and skirt, the hem
stopping just above her chubby knees.  As I turned and went back through
the gate and locked it, I noticed all the other children looking at her
as if she had some horrible disease, staring at her with hurtful gazes.

She took what I assumed to be her usual place, off to one side opposite
the troublemaker.  Her knapsack went to the pavement and she sat down on
it, facing me.  What I saw next made me drop the gate lock on my left
foot.  Just before I was able to push the loop of metal through the gate
latch, I was presented with a view up her legs that reminded me of all
the images that I had collected last night . . . . . . . .

-- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all
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