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   Rebecca's New Daddy
   Mg MF MFg Ff MF+g+ Cons, Rom, Pett, Pedo, Oral, Piv, 1st, Teen, Inc,
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   What are you supposed to do with an aching heart when a cute twelve year
old keeps coming around to be friendly?  What if that curious and pretty
little thing also had a physical impediment that made her a slight outcast
among her peers?  How does a man look a twelve year old in the eyes and
tell her that he wants nothing more than to be her lover?
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   [This is Sam's conscience.  I have tried for the better part of his life
to help him make the right decisions.  Sometimes I win, sometimes his body
wins.  We often have battles that make it difficult for him to go about his
day, but usually I have the better hold on him.  His body will often have a
stronger hold, but it doesn't last for long and he usually regrets when he
doesn't listen to my sage advice and disciplined counsel.]
   [Here is something that happened about ten years ago that he remembers
everyday.  He won't admit it, but he was in love again.  Finally.  It
started innocently enough one Friday afternoon, about a year after he first
met his newest best friend, 'Becca . .]
   "Hi, Mister Williams!"
   Her name was Rebecca.  Rebecca Martinson.  She was a cute little twelve
year old girl that lived a few houses down the street, had dark brown hair,
light brown eyes and a big, bright, straight smile.  Her voice carried
throughout the neighborhood as she yelled her greeting and as she pedalled
her pink bicycle down his driveway.
   He always felt a little sorry for the little cignet since she was quite
a bit shorter and a little bit chubbier than most little girls her age and
was still riding her bike with training wheels.  She just didn't look like
a very healthy child since she was so much more petite than the rest of the
children her age and her gate was somewhat labored and cumbersome.  The
other children also didn't like to hang around her either since she
couldn't keep up or do all the things that they did quite as easily.
   Her parents tried to get her all the things that the other kids had and
lavished her with beautiful gifts and clothes.  They were also very proud
of her since she was the smartest child in school, almost a 'wunderkind' or
wonderchild, a child prodigy.  She liked to play piano, read, draw and
paint, dance, listen to music, all kinds really, ride her bike and visit
Mr. Williams, but she especially liked to go swimming in his pool, even if
it wasn't that often.
   Her parents liked Sam because of his tolerance of Becky, as they called
her, and his willingness to spend more time with her than most others, even
her teachers.  He liked to show her the projects he was working on in his
shop and have her come listen to his music collection, smooth jazz and 50's
through 90's music while they were in the pool.  He knew she thought most
of his music was goofy or old fashioned, but she never said a thing.
   He especially loved to see her wiggle and shake when he played Disco
music.  It was a combination of clumbsiness and erotic torture.  He never
let anyone know which song was her favorite and his, since it would cause
quite a bit of criticism and a lot of undesired questions, 'Sexual Healing'
my Marvin Gaye.  She most likely didn't know the lyrics and wouldn't have
cared if she did, but for Sam to see her move erotically and even
suggestively while that song played did something to the man that he wasn't
about to share with anyone else, least of all his little friend.
   She loved it whenever he invited her to come swim because she would feel
so much more comfortable at his house than at the public pool, without the
prying eyes, sneers, stares, pointing, and covered mouths.  He even taught
her how to float and loved to hold and squeeze her, maybe a little TOO much
for his own good!
   When Sam was tenderly holding the petite preteen, he'd almost always
revert to a saddened figure of a man, not because of Becca, but because of
somebody else that had been very special to him.
   Sam used to have a little girl of his own.  When he lost Sara, she was
fourteen and NOTHING like Rebecca.  Tall, gorgeous, long blond hair, legs
that started at her heels, went to Heaven and made a perfect ass of
themselves.  She was also a real flirt.  Everyone loved Sara, especially
Sam.  He wasn't the same after Sara and his wife, Annie died in that
horrible car crash.  Such a loss and so unnecessary.
   Until he met Rebecca, Sam would sit quietly in his study for about ten
minutes first thing every morning and try to remember how Sara and Annie
would talk, walk, laugh and make him smile.  By the time ten minutes went
by, he was crying like a two year old in absolute agony.  He didn't dare
play the videos that he had of them.  Especially the ones where Sara and
Annie would daringly flirt in front of their favorite guy by the pool.  If
anyone had ever seen just how revealing those videos were, he'd be in jail
quicker than a serial child molester or mass murderer.
   It would also push him past the breaking point and probably kill him, if
not send him to the hospital a total wreck.  He even had to take some of
the photos down off the walls in the living room the first year after they
died.  He just couldn't see their faces without breaking down and bawling.
Sam never has quite recovered from his tremendous loss and made quite a few
of the psychotherapists salivate at the prospect of treating him for many
years.  That was all they saw in Sam, a perpetual basket case that had deep
pockets.
   Then Becca came along and his heart finally started to beat a little
faster, his life take a turn for the better, finally starting to return to
normal again.
   "How you doin' sport?"
   As soon as she stopped her bike near the shop door, they exchanged
smiles.  She was dressed in her favorite little outfit, denim skirt, snug
pink tank top, white socks and sneakers, her hair bound with pink plastic
hair clips, neatly pulled to the back.
   Her mother kept Becca very neat and spent hours with her, primping and
fussing over her so she could look as beautiful as possible.  That was
about the only thing that made her many problems less so, the fact that
Becca's mother would dress her little girl up in lots of the finest clothes
and pretty jewelry so she might be attractive to somebody special very
soon. Hopefully SOMEONE would see the swan under all those broken or
dirtied feathers and whisk the young girl away to a tall white castle when
she was old enough.
   It didn't matter what she wore, Sam just loved to see her.
   "Hey!  You've got MAKEUP on, Becca!"
   Her eyes were sexily painted and her lips had a little more color to
them than they usually had.  He finally realized that he wasn't being
visited by a tiny little girl anymore.  This clumbsy angel was starting to
become a young woman and a VERY attractive one at that.  Sam instinctively
started to move his eyes down her body, but stopped short at the bottom hem
of her little skirt.  It was then that he realized that she had left her
feet on both of the pedals, one of her knees propped up high enough that he
caught a brief glimpse of her panties hiding just inside.  Her chubby
thighs looked spectacular as they disappeared far inside her short skirt.
What a sight!
   [Sam, stop that!  She's just a little girl!]
   He almost didn't stop looking up her skirt, her appearance startled him
so much, looking more and more like something that he constantly dreamed
about over and over.
   [If you keep looking at her like that, she's going to notice and
probably won't feel safe around you anymore.  QUIT!]
   "My GOSH!  You're all painted up and dressed to kill.  Who's the lucky
guy?"
   He wasn't sure if any of the neighborhood boys even paid any attention
to her, so he wasn't sure who it could be.
   "YOU, Silly!"
   "ME?  Good gosh, what'd I do to deserve all this?"
   He fumbled with the woodturning skew he had been using at his lathe
until he stuck himself in the finger and started to bleed.
   [I told you not to look at her like that, didn't I?  You deserve it you
prick!]
   "Darn it!  I wish I hadn't done that."
   He stuck his finger in his mouth and put the tool down in it's wooden
storage tray.  After dusting his apron off, he headed for the medicine box
he kept in his shop.
   "Come on in, Becca."
   She really liked him calling her 'Becca'.  She was getting tired of that
little girl name her parents kept calling her, and this new name made her
feel more grown up.  She didn't know why, but her insides began to tingle
quite a bit more today.  She even wiggled a little bit harder into the
bicycle seat and noticed how much better it felt when she did that.  Her
mind was racing with thoughts she couldn't understand as her body screamed
out loud.
   {My!  That sure feels GOOD!}
   When Becca was finally able to collect her thoughts, she realized that
her big boyfriend had hurt himself and was bleeding.
   "Are you okay, Mr.  Williams?"
   She was off her bike, on the ground and tried to run to assist any way
she could but just barely managed a clumbsy fast walk instead.
   "Yeah, just a small cut on the finger.  Should have been paying more
attention to what I had in my hands, I guess.  You really surprised me,
'cause you're all spiffed up and looking like you're out to break some poor
guy's heart.  You really look pretty HOT, there young lady!"
   He tried not to tell her what he was REALLY thinking so he thought it
would be best to limit what he said.
   [Stop thinking like that.  She needs a lot more time before someone
starts looking at her and talking to her like that.  Get your mind out of
the strip clubs, Sam!]
   "Do you really think so, Mr.  Williams?"
   This was the first time she could tell that Sam ever looked at her like
that and told her that she looked more than just 'pretty'.  Usually, he
just told her that she looked either 'very nice' or maybe 'pretty' if he
was feeling generous.  But today was very different, his exclamation that
she looked 'hot' filling her with more than a few tingles that burst up
from the depths of her snug panties.  She felt a little uneasy but liked
being called 'Hot'.  She felt as though she had finally started becoming a
young woman and was no longer just a little girl.
   "Oh, yes!  I guess I didn't notice just how beautiful a young lady you
are."
   [Okay, that's enough!  Stop before you get into trouble.]
   Becca got redder and redder, blushing so hard that her face, shoulders,
neck and upper arms turned a light crimson, her face almost seeming to
disappear into her pink top.  He saw her blush but didn't want to make her
feel too self conscious so he kept his face pointed toward the wall as she
walked toward him.
   "Can I help with that Mr.  Williams?"
   She could tell he was fumbling nervously with the bandage he had gotten
and liked the thought that it was HER that made him nervous.
   "Please, Becca!  I never can do these right."
   He tried to focus both his and her attention away from the fact that he
was incredibly nervous because of her, maybe for the first time since
they'd been visiting.
   "I'll bet you're much better at putting on bandages than I am."
   [Good move, idiot.  Now she probably thinks you imagine her falling down
a lot and has to put on a lot of bandages because she's clumbsy and a
little crippled.  The next thing you're going to utter is probably
something even MORE stupid.  Keep your mouth shut, Doofus.]
   "I didn't mean that you needed to put on a lot of bandages, Becca.  I
just meant that, since you're a girl, you probably have more nursing skills
than I do."
   [I was right!  It was more stupid!]
   "I mean . . .
   . . .  well, . . .
   . . .  gosh, do I feel stupid right now.  I just can't speak right
today, can I?"
   "I wouldn't recommend working with any sharp objects for the rest of the
day, Mr.  Williams."
   Becca chuckled as he looked up at the ceiling and rolled his eyes in
pretended disgust.
   "Well, I guess I better follow THAT advice."
   "Here.  Let me see."
   She took the bandage out of his hands and unwrapped it.  As she started
to pull the protective paper off one of the adhesive ends, he squat down in
front of her, his knees to the side of each of her pretty little feet.
   This was the first time he looked at her with sexual curiosity in his
eyes.  Usually he just saw her as a little girl, not as a young woman
capable of displaying herself sexually.  He tried desperately not to look
at her budding breasts poking gently through the tight material of her pink
tank top.  They were so intriguing, like little fruit with points trying to
force their way through the soft fabric.
   [If you keep looking at those, you're gonna get a hard-on that'll prove
to her just how long it's been since you've gotten any!  Look at her face
bone-head.]
   "Okay, give me your finger."
   She looked up just long enough at his face to see where he was looking.
She wasn't sure if he was looking at her breasts, but she secretly wished
he was.  She had always found Sam handsome.  Not like an adult, but a very
big and much older boyfriend.
   When she peeked up again he was still looking directly at her chest, his
eyes wide with lust and amazement.  She started blushing again feeling a
twinge of electricity run through her stomach and down between her legs. 
thinking to herself as this new sensation grew stonger and stronger.
   {He's really looking at my titties!}
   Now SHE was getting nervous.
   She held the bandage out so he could press his wounded finger up into
the gauze.  As his finger met the white protective material, she started to
wrap the open adhesive side around until it was firmly affixed.  She then
held his finger with her diminuative hand and started to remove the
protective paper off the other side with her other hand.
   His gaze was broken by the sensation of her little fingers wrapped
delicately around his wounded digit and he lowered his eyes to his wound.
She completed her nursing task and then he noticed that she had also
painted her fingernails.  He then became acutely aware of her sweet
perfume.
   That delicious aroma was very familiar to him.  It had been a long time
since he smelled it and he couldn't quite believe his senses.  It was
Sara's favorite!  His baby girl used to wear that perfume all the time. 
Sam remembered one special day when Sara put on one of her most revealing
bathing suits, prettied herself up with makeup and shiny new nail polish
and that intoxicating perfume.  His mind wandered to what Sara looked like
in that incredibly small article of clothing that the salesperson had
mistakenly called a 'swimsuit'.  It was actually nothing more than a few
strings and a couple of patches of shamefully small swatches of material.
   Before he could get his mind off of the memories of his daughter, a tear
started to form in his right eye, slowly falling along his cheek and then
to his chin.
   "Are you okay, Mr.  Williams?  IS IT TOO TIGHT?  AM I HURTING YOU?"
   Becca was horrified at the thought of making Sam cry.  He was always
trying to make her smile and laugh and she felt awful about even the
remotest possibility of causing him the slightest amount of pain.
   She was almost ready to rip the bandage off his finger when he wiped the
tear away with his other hand.
   "No, Becca.  You didn't hurt me.  I just remembered something that made
me very sad."
   He looked down at his hand, now on his right leg.
   "What made you sad, Mr.  Williams?"
   "It's been a long time since I smelled the perfume that you're wearing.
My daughter Sara used to wear that all the time and it brought her back to
me for a moment."
   He tried to fight it but couldn't.  As Becca stood quietly in front of
him, he started to cry in earnest as alligator tears rolled with greater
and greater frequency down his face.  Becca felt just terrible.  She was
trying to make him feel good by getting all painted and gussied up.  Now
she had made him cry by reminding him of his lost little girl and she had
NEVER seen a man his age cry in front of her.
   For a moment she didn't know what to do.  Then she remembered how good
it felt when her mom would hold her when she was down or cried.  She
immediately threw herself at him, wrapped her arms around his neck and held
him as tight as she could, her feet hitting him in the crotch as her body
came all the way forward.
   [There goes the possibility of having any more children!  Man that
hurts!]
   Even though it hurt like Hell he didn't flinch or move, lest he make her
feel even worse.  The pain subsided and was immediately replaced by a
familiar, if unwarranted feeling of lust as her bare arms were tightly
wrapped around his neck.  Instinctively, he put his arms around her body,
his left hand falling on her back above her skirt and his right hand
unintentionally fell directly on her bum.  At first, he wanted to move his
right hand away but thought if he did so, it would confirm to her that he
thought of her was just a little girl and that he was afraid to hold her in
a delicate embrace.
   [Whatever you do, do not squeeze or massage her bum!  DO YOU HEAR ME? 
Clear your mind.  Think of her as Sara when she was little.  You never did
anything naughty to her, even though you thought about it many times while
you were in the bathroom, whacking away like crazy.  Sara!  Sara!  Sara! 
Okay, move your hand now.  That's long enough!  LET HER GO!]
   "I'm sorry I made you feel bad, Mr.  Williams.  I didn't mean to,
honest."
   Her voice was being muffled by his shoulder as she maintained her neck
lock on him.  She didn't want to let go and she also didn't want HIM to let
go.  She liked where he was touching her, but didn't know how to tell him.
She didn't want him to think that she was one of those sluts in high school
she heard about that were always hanging all over the football players or
the male teachers.  But she somehow needed Sam to know that where his hand
fell was perfectly alright.  She figured that if she held his neck for a
few minutes he would leave his hand right there.
   "You didn't make me feel bad, Becca.  I don't EVER want you to think
that by wearing this perfume that you'll make me feel bad.  It's just that
I haven't smelled a beautiful young woman with that perfume in a long time
and it just hit me pretty hard."
   {He actually called me BEAUTIFUL!  WOW!}
   "Becca, I hope I haven't embarrassed you by crying in front of you like
this?"
   He continued to hold her, his hands not moving.  He didn't loosen his
grip nor tighten it.  He just held her to his chest hoping that this moment
would never end.  It felt both familiar and strange.  Here was his
long-time playmate holding him for the first time like a little lover,
trying to comfort him and soothe his broken spirit.  The fact that she was
holding onto him so tight made his heart beat a lot faster and his body
react as it hadn't in a VERY long time.
   And yet, Becca was INDEED just a little girl, only twelve years old and
innocent in the ways of men and love.  To keep himself on the correct side
of her maturing development, he thought it would be a good idea to be the
first one to relinguish this somewhat ardent embrace and offered his little
guest a chance to work herself free from his naughty hand.
   "Am I holding you too tight, Becca?  I don't want to scare you or hurt
you either."
   {OH, NO!  Is he going to let go?  Please don't let go, Mister Williams!
I need you!}
   She didn't want him to, but how could she tell him it was okay to keep
his hand on her bum?  The best and usually the most direct method might
work, so she drew her courage up and tried not to sound silly or immature.
   "I don't mind if you hold me, Mr.  Williams.  You know I like to be
held."
   [That's right!  She always did like you to hold her in your arms,
especially when you two go swimming.  But she's just a little girl and
couldn't possibly be thinking what you are!  Let her GO!  NOW!!!]
   "Thanks for the hug, Becca.  It really did make me feel better."
   He dropped his hands for a moment and then placed them on her shoulders
in confirmation that he was ready for this lovely moment to end.
   She was disappointed, but knew that she wasn't ready to ask him to touch
her when he did again.  Becca would have to figure out a way to get him to
do it again, but was completely unaware of how.  She slowly started letting
him go, her arms stopping at his shoulders just like his were on hers.
   She looked surprisingly deeply into his eyes, for the first time seeing
a man that had something more than friendly affection for her.  She smiled
and he smiled back, wiping the remaining tears from his face and eyes.  She
didn't move, but stood there with her feet still between his legs.  When
she realized where her feet were, she became aware of a warm throbbing
against the outside of her right leg.
   {Is this his thingy?  Is he like that because of ME?}
   A plan was quickly being formed in her little inexperienced mind.
   {If I keep standing here, maybe he'll notice that I really want him to
touch me again, because I'm letting him touch my leg with his thing inside
his pants.}
   "You know you can hug me anytime you want, don't you Mr.  Williams?"
   She hoped that this might prompt another one just like before.
   "That's very sweet, Becca.  But you need to be careful who you let hold
you like that.  Some men would not be very nice and try to take advantage
of you.  You know that I would NEVER want to hurt you and that I love to
hold you.  But you should still be very careful, okay?"
   [Good move, Ace!  NOW you're thinking clearly.]
   "I don't let anyone else touch me . . .  I mean HOLD me like that.  Just
you."
   She realized what she said only after it came out.
   {Did he notice what I was really trying to say?}
   In a way she felt good about getting it out.  Maybe he would notice that
she really wanted him to hold her in a more romantic way.
   His mind started racing.
   [Was she aware of my hand's previous location?  Did she like it there?
Did she want me to do it again?  How can I put it back without scaring her?
Should I try to hug her again?  What do I say?  What do I do?  I need help!
Maybe if I tell her that it felt nice, she might want to hug me again like
she just did!  That way, SHE would be the one initiating the hug and I
would then know that it's okay to do it again.]
   "Well, I guess I'm a pretty lucky guy, aren't I?  I wish I could get a
hug like that ALL the time.  It would really make my day."
   [There!  If she's mature enough to understand that, then she'll surely
let me do it again!]
   He waited what seemed like an eternity for a response.  It couldn't have
been more than a second or two.
   "Would you like me to give you another hug like that Mr.  Williams?"
   {Maybe he DID notice what I meant.  I'm gonna try again.}
   "ABSOLUTELY!  That would be wonderful.  You don't think it would be bad
for me to hold you again?"
   "Not at all!  It felt wonderful to have your hannn . . .  I mean arms
around me like that."
   {Ooops!  Now he probably thinks I'm like those slutty girls I heard
about at school.}
   "Well, if you think it would be okay?"
   [I don't believe you're thinking about her like this!  She's just a
little girl!  Well, actually, she is twelve and almost a teenager.  Sara
started going out with her friends when SHE was twelve and I'm sure that
with her good looks, she probably was touched there a couple of times by
her boyfriends.  But NOT HER FATHER!  Slow down Ace!  Give Becca time to
grow up a little.]
   As his mind was being filled with more and more doubt, Becca leaned
forward and put her arms around his neck in the same manner as before. 
Only this time he didn't put his right hand on her bum.  He put it on the
back of her thigh, just below the hem of her short skirt.
   [Oh, that feels SOOOO good!  It really has been a long time since I felt
the silky feel of womanly flesh against my hands.  I wish I could touch her
more!]
   "Your hands are SO warm.  They feel nice!"
   {Will he try to touch me on my panties?  I hope he does.  What should I
do to make him do that?  I wish there was a way I could make him move his
hand up my skirt without him noticing.}
   [She really likes my hand there, so she must not have minded where it
was before.  Should I try to move my hand up under her skirt and put it on
her panties or should I just be satisfied with the back of her legs?  I
think I better wait.  If anyone finds out what's going on or makes
assumptions about what I might be trying to do, then the sheriff will be
out within an hour.  -- STOP THINKING LIKE THAT AND LET HER GO!  She's just
a little girl!]
   "Thank you again, Becca.  It really does feel nice when you hold me like
that."
   [It's time you changed the subject and the scene.  If this goes on any
longer, you're gonna do something REALLY stupid.]
   He wanted to caress her legs so badly but his conscience won this
battle, this time.  He dropped his hand and again placed both of his hands
on her shoulders to indicate that this should end and she complied,
somewhat reluctantly.
   "Well, since I can't play with any sharp objects for the rest of the
day, how about if we go swimming?  Would you like that?"
   [Great!  You just stopped an attempt at fondling this little angel and
now you want to see her almost naked.  This is REAL smart!]
   "Can we?"
   "Sure!  Let me call your Mom and Dad to see if it's alright."
   Sam stood up and noticed the distinctive feel of wetness in his pants.
   [Better leave the apron on until she leaves!  Otherwise, she's going to
have an early sex education class this afternoon.]
   He made his way to the wall phone next to the door and dialed the number
from memory making sure he kept the bulge in his apron pointed away from
Becca.
   Ring!  . . .  Ring!  . . .  Ring!
   "Hello?"
   "Hi Lucy, it's Sam."
   "Hi Sam.  Is everything okay?"
   "Sure!  I just wanted to call to get your permission to let Becca . . .
I mean Rebecca go swimming in my pool."
   "Of course!  You don't need to call for that.  She can go swimming at
your house anytime."
   "I just wanted to be sure.  I don't want to make any assumptions about
what's permissible and not or if you had anything planned this evening.  I
also didn't want to commit to something if you and her dad were going to be
taking her out somewhere this evening.  She's so dressed up and pretty that
she looks like she's gonna be headed out on a date."
   His voice slowly tapered off with a tremble, sounding VERY different to
Lucy than he ever had before.  It was so noticeable that Becca's mother had
to say something.
   "Sam, are you okay?  You sound . . .  different?"
   Sam paused while a lump grew in his throat.  He then continued.
   "I'm sorry Lucy, but I've been thinking about Sara and Annie and it's
been kind of a rough day."
   Her voice became much quieter.
   "I'm sorry, Sam.  I know how much they meant to you.  If Becky is making
it difficult for you today, why don't you just send her home?"
   "Actually, she's making my day bearable.  That's why I called to ask if
it was okay for her to go swimming.  I know how much she likes swimming and
how much she hates going to the pool down the street.  The other kids can
be pretty rough on her."
   "Steve and I really appreciate your taking the time to spend your day
with her and letting her play in your pool.  It's reassuring to know that
someone other than Steve and I want her around."
   "Lucy, I know this may not sound very intelligent but she really is a
lot of fun to be around and I think she's just a doll.  It's good to have a
little girl around the house, again.  We'll be over in a couple of minutes
to get her swimsuit."
   "Don't you still have one of Sara's . . . . . .  oh, my gosh!  I'm so
sorry Sam, really I am."
   Lucy's voice dropped away as if she were leaving the room.  Sam tried
not to let her notice the damage she may have caused and tried to reassure
her.
   "Lucy, don't worry about that.  I still have everything that Annie and
Sara ever owned and I don't get all bent out of shape whenever I see any of
it."
   [You're not a very good liar, Ace!  Just take Becca home and get one of
hers.]
   "I'm sorry, Sam, but Becky's got torn in the wash and she doesn't have
another one around here that fits.  We just never went out and got her
another one since she doesn't go swimming that much.  I hope you don't mind
letting her use one of Sara's?"
   "Of course not!  I'm pretty sure I can find one that she used to wear
when Sara was twelve . . .  I mean Rebecca's size.  Let me go upstairs to
her room and see if I can find one that fits."
   [Good move, dick-head!  You just insulted her daughter.  Now she
probably thinks that you pity her because she's some kind of cripple! 
DOOFUS!]
   "I really appreciate that, Sam.  I also appreciate your calling and
asking.  By the way, Steve and I really WERE considering going out this
evening and were going to call the girl across the street to come watch
Becky while we were gone.  Would you mind watching her for us instead?"
   "Not at all!  Let me see what Rebecca thinks."
   Sam turned to Becca, cupped the mouthpiece and asked if she would like
to stay over a while longer while her Mom and Dad went out.
   "What do YOU think, Sport?  Would you like to hang around a guy that
cuts himself and talks really silly when a pretty girl is around?"
   "SURE!"
   Becca practically yelled loud enough for her Mom to hear without the use
of the phone.
   "I guess she thinks it a neat idea, doesn't she, Sam?"
   "I get that distinct impression myself.  Would you like for her to have
dinner with me as well?"
   "That would be great!  That's very thoughtful of you, Sam."
   "Not a problem.  I've got lots of cookies, candy and soft drinks I could
stuff her with."
   Sam hoped his attempt at humor was received.
   Lucy's silence wasn't a good sign.
   "I was kidding, Lucy.  I'm actually a very good cook.  Annie likes . . .
I mean LIKED my pork chops, Yorkshire pudding, mashed potatoes with gravy
and apple sauce.  I made some yesterday and there's still some left in the
fridge.  We could heat some up in the microwave."
   "That sounds wonderful!  Maybe Steve and I should come over to your
house instead of going to that Italian restaurant down on Meredith and
First."
   "You're welcome to come over.  Just give me about thirty minutes warning
and I'll have everything set out and warmed up."
   "I'm kidding, Sam.  It does sound wonderful though and thanks for the
offer.  You two have a good time swimming.  We'll call before coming to get
Becky, is that okay?"
   "Sure, that's fine.  If she falls asleep I'll put her in Sara's bed
until you call.  I stay up 'till pretty late since I'm usually a night
person anyway, so don't worry about calling late if you two make a long
evening of it."
   Sam was starting to sound more relaxed and felt good about the thought
of having Becca around.  It would feel more like a home again with her
there.
   "You're really sweet to want to take care of her like that.  Thanks,
Sam. If we're going to stay out too late, I'll try to call early so I don't
wake you."
   "Okay.  You two have fun!"
   "Bye!" <click>
   "You really mean it?  I can stay over for the rest of the day?"
   Becca immediately reached for Sam's hands, Sam snugly holding her tiny
hands with his.
   "You can stay over as many times as you want Becca, as long as your Mom
and Dad say it's okay.  I don't want them worrying about you or where you
might have run off to."
   Sam hoped it would be more often that once or twice a year.
   "Thanks Mr.  Williams!"
   Without any warning, she pulled herself into his legs.  As she did, her
body pushed right into his now flacid member, soon to be pulsing member if
she didn't move!
   [Oh, that feels wonderful!  But you better push her away or she's going
to be shocked with what's going to happen next!]
   Sam was able to break her hold and squat down in front of her.
   "Okay, let's go see if we can get you something to swim in."
   Her face lit up like a holiday tree.
   "Let's put your bike in my garage so it doesn't get permanently
'borrowed', okay?"
   She hobbled over to her bike and started pushing it toward his house
while Sam turned the lights out in his shop, then closed and locked the
door.
   As he started walking behind her, he couldn't help but notice how
stiffly she walked and wondered how she did so well in the pool.  He had
heard that doing water exercises can be beneficial to people with physical
disabilities, so maybe it helped her when they went swimming.
   Becca turned around a little to make sure that Sam was following her
lead and smiled when she saw his face looking down at her, obviously
looking at her bum or her legs.
   [I wonder if she'd be embarrassed or humiliated if I asked to pick her
up?  I just hate seeing her struggle like this, but she has to walk when
I'm not around, so maybe I shouldn't ask.]
   "Becca, would you like to ride your bike to my house instead of pushing
it?"
   "Okay!"
   She climbed up onto her bike and settled onto the seat with a wiggle. 
He noticed her skirt pull up the front of her legs as her feet reached for
the pedals.  He was captivated by the sight of her legs bobbing up and down
as she began to make her way forward.  He imagined her skirt uncovering and
covering her sweet spot over and over as she pedalled and wanted somehow to
walk backward in front of her to see if he could remove any doubt.
   [Don't do it!  That would not only be crude, it would be so obvious! 
Just walk beside her and head to the house.  It's not that far, anyway.]
   Once she was another five feet along he bent over and put his hand on
the back of her seat just behind her bum.  As he pushed, her pedalling
stopped.
   "Now I've got an engine to take over for me.  Thanks Mr.  Williams."
   She started making the sound of a car engine as they went.
   Within a moment or two she realized where his hand was and again, her
naughty little mind started trying to conceive a plan.  She then stood up
on her pedals and pushed her thighs back into his wrist, acting as if she
was cruising at rocket speed as she started making a whooshing sound, like
a big jet.
   [Gosh, I hope I don't make her fall!  I better hold her bike better.]
   Sam repositioned his hand to grasp more of the top of the seat as they
walked along.  Within two steps, Becca stopped making the jet sounds and
sat back down right on his hand.  She was thrilled and wondered if he would
leave his hand there.  It felt so warm against her panty covered bum.  She
could feel his warmth even through her cotton underpants.
   Since it was only about twenty more feet to the garage side door, he
thought he would just leave his hand where it was.
   Her bum felt SO soft over the top of the back of his hand!  The soft
firmness and yet the pliable rubberyness of her bum was intoxicating.  Sam
wanted to lift a finger or two and see how willing she would be to let him
go 'exploring' for a moment or two.  His mind was full of nasty thoughts,
even though his conscience was trying desperately to keep a firm grasp of
the situation.
   When they got to the door, Sam stopped pushing and she looked up at him,
not moving.
   [Well, she's going to have to get up or we won't be able to put her bike
away.  Why isn't she moving?  What could possibly be going through her
head? MY GOSH!  She thinks I'm a pervert for leaving my hand there!  MOVE
IT!]
   "I'm gonna need my hand back, Becca.  Would you stand up please?"
   "Oh, I'm sorry Mr.  Williams."
   As she stood back up on her pedals, Sam removed his hand and stood
straight up.  She then sat back down for a moment, wiggled into the seat
and then dismounted.
   "I hope I didn't make you mad?"
   He hoped asking her tht question as he pushed her bike through the door
and looking straight ahead might diffuse any overt sexual suspicions she
had about his actions.
   "Mad?  Mad about what?"
   "Leaving my hand on your bicycle seat after you sat down.  I'm sure you
probably thought it was pretty rude for me to do that, didn't you?"
   "Oh, it's okay.  I'm a big girl now."
   [What the heck did THAT mean?  Could she possibly be referring to her
knowledge of sex?  What else would she be referring to?  How could a tiny
little twelve year old know what was going through my mind?]
   Sam, although confused put the bike near the door against the wall and
after Becca was inside, closed and locked it.  He then reached down and
took her hand as they started walking to the kitchen door at the other end
of the garage.
   "I like it when you hold my hand.  You don't hold it like I'm crippled.
You hold it like I was your girlfriend or something."
   "You ARE my girlfriend, Becca.  My one and ONLY girlfriend."
   His pulse quickened as he finished the words, not quite believing that
he just spoke them.  She looked up at him and beamed.
   [Easy, chief.  Slow down.  Get a grip!  She didn't mean it like that.]
   When they got to the door, he realized that she was going to have to
climb the stairs to go to Sara's room and tried to figure out a way to
prevent her from having to make her way up two flights.
   "Sara's room is on the third floor.  Would you like for me to bring her
things downstairs to the pool room?"
   "Actually, I was hoping I could see her room and pick out a swimsuit on
my own.  Would you mind carrying me upstairs?"
   "Of course not!  You know I like to hold you in my arms."
   [How could she possibly know that doofus?]
   "Would you mind picking me up right now?  My legs are kinda tired."
   "I'm sorry, Becca!  I hope you don't think I'm an ignorant fool for not
being sensitive to your needs?"
   "No!  Not at all.  I just wanted to get a ride in your arms."
   "Okay.  Come here."
   Sam stopped and bent down, put his knees to each side of her feet and
put his left arm around her bum.  As he started to lift her up she spread
her legs, her skirt slid up her legs and a brief view of her pink panties
caught his eyes.  He tried not to make her aware that he noticed and
brought her around to his hip.  She put her arms around his neck again,
lowered her head to his shoulder and wrapped her legs around his waist. 
Sam was in love, or was it lust.  At that moment, he didn't care which. 
Just as long as she stayed where she was.
   As they made their way through the house toward the staircase, Sam gave
her another little tour . . .  even though she had been inside twice
before, although not all the way inside.
   "There's the livingroom, there's the study, there's the media room,
there's the . . .  "
   "Media room?  What's that?"
   "It's where I watch movies and listen to my music."
   [Hopefully she won't ask to see ALL of your movies.  Some of them have
little cuties a lot like her in them.  Just not quite as dressed as Becca
is.  In fact, it might be a good idea if she didn't see ANY of the titles
near the far left side of the video shelf.  If she read any one of them
like 'Gretchen Gets Licked' or 'Sienna Loves Mustache Rides', she might
start asking a few questions that might be tough to deflect!]
   "I thought your music was outside in the pool room?  Can I see your
media room after we go swimming?"
   "Sure.  But, maybe you might laugh at my music if you knew when I got
it. Some of it's pretty old.  Sara might have some music that you'd like in
her room that you could play down here."
   "Goodie!"
   As Sam started up the first flight of stairs, he steadied Becca in his
left arm and held her left leg with his right hand.
   [They're so damn soft!  I wish I could touch them some more.  If I get
lucky, she might let me hold her in the pool and I could feel her up over
and over again.]
   "I love it when you hold my legs with your hands.  Your hands are SO
warm!"
   "Well, I love to hold your legs.  They're nice and soft!"
   [I don't believe I just said that!]
   "You really like how they feel?  I always thought that they were too
fat. Sometimes I really HATE my legs!"
   "NO, NO!  They're not fat!  They're beautiful just like they are."
   By this time they were on the third floor and headed to Sara's room. 
The door was closed, just as it always was.  Sometimes, Sam just couldn't
bear to see where his lovely daughter used to play, sleep and study. 
Especially when she was wearing her tiniest little swim outfits.
   As Sam reached for the doorknob, Becca lifted her head and looked at
Sam's face and spoke.
   "I know about Sara and your wife, and I'm sorry it happened.  I'll try
to hurry up so you don't have to stay in here too long."
   [What a wonderfully adult thing to say.  She's much more mature than I
give her credit for.]
   "That's okay, Becca.  You can take your time.  It actually feels kinda
nice to have a pretty young woman in the house again.  This time I might
have a legitimate reason to go through her dresser drawers."
   [SHIT!  You stupid crap-brain!  She probably thinks you run your hands
through Sara's panties every day, and damn-it, she'd be right!]
   He put her down to the floor in the middle of the room and tried not to
look too hard at her panties as her skirt was pulled up while his hands
seemed to act on their own accord.
   "Here's her dresser.  I think she used to keep her swimsuits in this
drawer right here."
   As he pulled the drawer open, Sara's panties and bras were neatly
arranged in little stacks.  How many times had he been here, arranging and
re-arranging all of her clothes, over and over, delicately caressing each
piece of clothing?  He just needed an excuse to see Sara's panties again
and Becca was a great excuse!
   "Ooops!  Wrong drawer."
   "WAIT!  Can I see?"
   Becca suddenly squeezed between Sam and the front of the drawer.  As
soon as she did, Sam put his hands on the top edge of the drawer with Becca
snugly between his forearms.  She pushed her tummy against the drawer and
put her hands on his.  They felt wonderful to Sam.  As she stood there, she
would gently squeeze his hands every few seconds.
   "May I touch her panties?"
   "Sure, Honey, go ahead."
   It was the first time he ever called her anything but 'Becca'.  He
surprised himself.
   Just before Becca moved her hands off of his, she slid both of his hands
together in front of her tummy as if she wanted Sam to hold her, the man
following along as if it was had been programmed in his DNA.  With the
lightest touch, he pulled her body slightly into his, the feel of her soft
bum against his belly filling him with more than a LITTLE lust.
   Sam watched as she gingerly picked up one panty after another, caressing
the material where his little girl's hairless trickle used to rub, and then
neatly returning each one to it's original location.  As she moved through
the neatly stacked undergarments, she got to the lacy ones, then the tiny
ones, then the g-strings, the thongs deeper in the stack and finally the
see through and sheer ones at the bottom.
   Sam tried to keep his composure but could tell his rod was starting to
get even more erect in his pants.  He wanted to pull Becca harder into his
hips, but hesistated.  When she lifted one especially tiny g-string from
the drawer, she smiled and blushed.
   "You didn't mind if Sara wore THESE?"
   "Actually, I got those for her on her twelfth birthday.  Her Mom thought
it would be a good idea if they came from me since she was starting to
become a young woman like you.  If they came from me, then it would make
her feel as though I approved of her wearing the other clothes that made
her look pretty and sexy."
   [I feel as though my body is starting to run on hormonal autopilot and
I'm having less direct . . .  control . . .  over . . .  Sam?  Sam? 
Saaaaaaaaaaaaaaa . . .  ]
   Becca felt her heart pounding as he finished saying that.
   {He actually thinks I'm a young woman, not a little girl!}
   She put her hands inside the sheer underwear and stretched them sideways
just enough to see what they looked like and imagined how they might look
and how little they might cover if she could wear them.
   "I wish I could wear something like this."
   Her voice was so soft, almost as if she didn't want Sam to hear, knowing
full well he could.  She had heard a number of girls in school talking
about the naughty clothes they owned and wore, and how much their
boyfriends loved to look at them and touch them in all those soft places
when they wore them.  She was trembling inside as she was thinking of a way
to get Mr.  Williams to do EXACTLY that.
   Sam was speechless, his heart pounding as fast and hard as Becca's.  He
wanted to see them on her but wasn't sure if he should ask her to try them
on.  If he did, it would imply that he would want Becca to model them for
him.
   Becca then asked Sam a dangerous question in a very soft voice, almost
imperceptably.
   "Would you be mad at me if I wanted to try these on?"
   "I don't know, Honey.  That may not be a very good idea.  Your mom and
dad might be mad if I let you.  I might also want to SEE them on you and I
don't think you want me to do that."
   She turned around in his arms still clutching the black fabric with her
left hand.
   "Did you see them when Sara had them on?"
   His answer caught in his throat for a moment, but he answered almost as
softly as she asked.
   "Yes, I did.  But, that was different.  She was my daughter and she was
used to me peeking at her when she got dressed.  Sometimes, she would even
come into my media room and model her new clothes and dance for me."
   "Did she dance for you wearing THESE?"
   Sam's throat was almost as dry as the Sahara desert, but he tried to
answer anyway.
   "Um-hmmm."
   "Would you let me model them for you and dance for you too?"
   Sam had a horrible thought cross his mind and decided he better stop
this before it went too far.  It was already beyond any form of decency her
parents would have accepted.
   "I don't think your Mom and Dad would appreciate my doing that.  They
think I'm taking care of you, not trying to undress you.  If they found out
I let you put those tiny panties on and then model them for me, they would
call the cops and have me arrested and thrown in jail."
   "I won't tell if you don't.  Please?  Please Mr.  Williams?"
   As she pleaded with Sam, she started swaying back and forth, rubbing her
bum across his thumbs as they were holding the front of the drawer.  Sam
was stupified.  She was fully aware of what she was doing to him and was
now asking if he would keep a wonderful secret.
   "Becca, I don't think you realize just what you're asking, Angel.  If I
let you put these on, I may not be able to maintain my gentlemanly
composure, and I might want to start touching you . . . .  you know, where
I shouldn't."
   In a very clear and adult tone she started.
   "Mr.  Williams, I'm not a little girl anymore.  A lot of the girls my
age have already been touched all over and some of them are already having
sex with their boyfriends.  Girls my age are a lot more grown up now.  I
know what sex is and what the consequences are if I get carried away.  If
you promise not to get me pregnant, I'll promise not to tell anyone what
you do to me.  May I try them on, please?"
   [DON'T DO IT!  She's not really aware of what she's asking.  She just
thinks she's going to show off for you and wiggle around a bit and think
very little about what it will do to you.  RESIST!]
   Sam remembered what Sara looked like in them and he really loved to see
her wiggle her bum and move slowly in front of him as she danced.  He
really wanted to see Becca in them and had almost lost all resistance to
her soft pleas.
   "How about if we go swimming first, and then you can ask me again later,
okay?"
   [SAM!  Great move!  You've saved your decency for at least one more day.
Now get her out of here before anything else happens.]
   "Oh-kaaay."
   Her voice sounded absolutely despondent.  Becca knew that he wasn't
going to change his mind now.
   "Let's try this drawer instead."
   Sam reached for the drawer next to the one he opened and there were
Sara's swimsuits, leotards and sports outfits.  Becca turned back around
and faced the newly opened drawer, again rubbing her tummy against his
thumbs.
   "Hey!  You knew that wasn't where Sara's swimsuits were, didn't you?"
   She turned back around, put her hands on her hips and frowned at him in
mock disgust.  Then Becca's mind started coming up with all sorts of
reasons he wanted her to see that drawer and it's contents.
   [She figured you out pretty quick, didn't she, Dick-head?  f Better be
careful from now on.]
   "You're right, Becca.  I wanted you to see her underwear and bras and
then see what your reaction would be.  It's been a long time since a young
woman was in here touching those things and I couldn't resist seeing you
touch and hold them.  I hope you're not mad at me!  I shouldn't have
tricked you like that, I'm sorry."
   He was really starting to feel bad for what he had done.  He tricked his
best little buddy into fondling Sara's panties and even though it felt
wonderful to see her do it, he now felt as though he had betrayed her
innocence.
   "I'm not mad Mr.  Williams.  I really liked looking at them and seeing
how they felt.  My Mommy has some like that, but she won't let me have any
until I turn sixteen.  That's coming up in four years.  Maybe YOU could get
me some like that black one on my birthday.  Would you?"
   Sam's heart jumped.  Oh, but if he could get her some just like the ones
she had been holding.  It would be great!  But he soon realized that she
really WAS just a little girl, and that was something that only she should
get only from her Mom and Dad.
   "I don't think your Mommy and Daddy would like it very much.  They would
be VERY angry if I got you a pair like Sara's.  Now, let's look for a
swimsuit that you can wear."
   "Okay."
   She turned back around and started moving her hands across everything
that she surveyed.  Sara's volleyball outfit, dancing leotards and
bodysuits, and finally her swimsuits.
   "Here there are."
   Becca carefully lifted the neatly ordered stack up to the top.  Some
were one-piece, most were bikini-style two piece with very little fabric
between thin straps and strings.  She started imagining them on her little
body, holding a few to her chest and swaying back and forth a few times as
each one was examined in greater and greater detail.  She focused on one
that Sam liked a lot, but Sara wasn't too crazy about.  It was yellow with
blue dots all over it, the top consisting of a loop of material that went
around the neck and could slide back and forth along the single string that
would be tied around the back so it could accomodate various sized fleshy
female occupants.  The bottom looked more like two small triangles attached
at the points and fixed at the ends where loose lengths of string would tie
at the hips to secure them.
   "Ooooo.  I think I want to wear THIS one!"
   Becca smiled, holding them up just above eye level.  By this time, Sam's
hands were fully around her waist and against her tummy, gently pulling her
toward him.  She moved back ever so slowly, trying not to give away the
fact that she desperately wanted Sam to squeeze her against his body.  She
held the almost non-existent pieces of cloth up to examine over and over
while Sam held her tight against his body, between his legs.
   [Sam!  Let her go!  Not yet!  She'll be ready in a couple of years. 
Then you can try again.  Get her to the pool so you can cool your jets, and
your rod!]
   His conscience was hard to ignore.  He had to obey or he would regret
today for many years to come.  He lowered his hands to his legs and spoke.
   He actually had to cough and clear his throat twice before anything came
out.
   "Let me out of here so you can put this on.  When you're ready just come
out and I'll be waiting at the stairs, okay?"
   "Aren't you going to help me put it on?  You helped Sara didn't you?"
   [Not again!  She's going to be my undoing.]
   "Like I said before, Honey, your Mommy and Daddy wouldn't like me
undressing you.  I'll just wait outside right here.  I won't go far, I
promise."
   He really wanted to stay to help Becca put it on, but more to the point,
he wanted to help her OUT of her clothes first so he could see her naked
little body.
   As he stepped out of Sara's room he pulled the door closed, leaned
against the door jamb and breathed a heavy sigh.
   [That was close!  You almost got the cops after you for sure!  Now, just
go sit down by the stairs and wait until she comes out.  Better yet, why
don't you go into the bathroom and relieve some of this pressure!]
   "Becca, I'm going to be in the bathroom for a minute.  Take your time,
okay?"
   "Okay!"
   As he stepped through the bathroom door and closed it behind him, he
realized that the pass-through bathroom door to Sara's room was slightly
open.  He was tempted to peek around the corner, but resisted as hard as he
could.  He left it alone and proceeded to take care of his throbbing member
in front of the commode.  He closed his eyes and tried desperately to
remember what her panties looked like as she lifted her arms when he picked
her up.  He could hear her talking to herself as she got undressed and
started to put the swimsuit on.  Her voice was intoxicating!
   "Now if I put this right here, he can see my titties a little more, but
then he might think I don't know how to get dressed.  I'll just tie the
back a little loose and then he will be able to see them as the top moves
around."
   A few more seconds went by . . .
   "Okay, do I tie these tight so he can see my butt and pussy sticking
out, or should I let it go loose so they can fall down when I jump in?  I
wish I knew what he wanted me to do?"
   It was almost as if she wanted him to hear her.
   [If only you knew, Becca!  If only you knew!]
   He felt the familiar surge of energy and his pelvis thrust over and
over.
   [WOW!  That was crazy!  Boy am I glad that's over.  Now I can think
straight.]
   "Mr.  Williams?  I'm ready now!"
   "I'll be right out Becca."
   He opened the bathroom door to the hallway and found her standing just
on the other side of it as if she could see through the unopened door.  His
eyes opened as wide as dinner plates.  She looked absolutely fantastic!
   "My Goodness, Becca!  You look good enought to EAT!"
   [I don't believe I just said that!]
   {I hope he really tries to, but I really don't know what that means. 
I'll bet is has to do with my pussy and bum, though.}
   "Thanks, Mr.  Williams!  I'm glad you like it.  Can we go downstairs
now?"
   "Sure!"
   He almost bent down to pick her up, but hesitated.
   "Would you prefer to walk down by yourself now that you're wearing a
swimsuit?"
   "Actually, I was hoping you would carry me again.  I don't like stairs
very much.  They make my legs hurt."
   [I was hoping you would say that, Angel!]
   Sam bent down and scooped her onto his left hip, just as before.  Her
arms wrapped tightly around his neck as his right hand held her naked left
leg.  As they made their way down the stairs, Sam would occassionally try
to peek into her top to see if she was successful in her attempt to keep
the string loose enough around her back for him to see plainly.  He thought
he caught a glimpse of her left nipple but the image was too fleeting, and
he almost tripped as he tried to gain his composure after the attempt.
   "Were you peeking, Mr.  Williams?"
   She knew before she asked, hoping he was and knowing full well he wanted
to.
   "Well . . .  I . . .  It's just that . . .  Ummmm . . .  Oh look.  It
looks like it's starting to rain!"
   "That won't matter, silly!  Your pool is covered!"
   She was right.  He was hoping to deflect her question long enough to get
to the ground floor and Becca back onto her feet.
   [Finally!  Put her down before you decide to take a bite out of her.]
   "Becca, I need to go get my swimsuit on, so you just sit right here for
a minute, okay?"
   Sam put her down onto his overstuffed leather couch and just stared at
her as she wiggled into a more comfortable position, her legs splayed wide,
her delicate little mound trying to force its way out of the fabric.  Once
she stopped moving, she looked up at him and smiled.  She knew that he was
looking between her legs and felt a surge of electricity as if she had just
obtained supreme power over him.
   Her voice broke him out of his reverie, the words in a very playful
tone.
   "Better hurry.  The water might evaporate."
   "Wha . . .  What did you say?  OH!  I need to go put my trunks on.  Be
back!"
   She shuddered the moment she realized her assumption proved correct. 
She had finally felt what ALL the other girls at school talked about, and
now she wanted more!
   {If he comes back in a hurry, then he REALLY wants to look at me and try
to look inside my . . .  I mean Sara's swimsuit.  Please hurry Mr. 
Williams!  I know!  When he comes back, I'm gonna give him a show that he
won't be ABLE to resist.}
   It couldn't have been more than thirty seconds before he was back.  She
was ready to go swimming and put her assumptions to their final test!  As
soon as he was in sight, she started to put her plan into action.  She
rather clumbsily got off the couch, forcing the swimsuit bottom to slide to
the side of her bum and exposing her right cheek completely to view.  Once
she 'recovered', she turned her back toward Sam and started to fix the
errant fabric, pulling it back to the right covering her bum once more. 
She intentionally tugged just a little too hard and started exposing her
left butt cheek in a vain attempt to show off more for Sam.  As Sam got
closer, she faked a disgusting 'huff' and looked up at him.
   "Would you please help me?"
   "Okay.  Let me see."
   'See' was right.  Sam wanted to see as much as he could!  Becca turned
so her bum was right in front of Sam as he squat down behind her.
   "I need to pull this back to the left some, okay?"
   He slid his index and middle fingers between the material and her bum
and slowly pulled it back into place, moving his fingers up and down along
the length of the left edge until it looked right.  He wished he could keep
doing that and tried to figure out a way to keep up the tactile barrage on
her bum.
   "Now the right side doesn't look right." he said hoping he could get
away with more.
   "Would you help me make it fit right, Mr.  Williams?  I really like
Sara's swimsuit and I'd hate to have to go back upstairs and take it off if
it doesn't stay on right."
   "Of course.  We wouldn't want you to go around with your pretty tush
showing off in my pool, would we?  Some naughty guy might be able to see
you!"
   They both smiled, knowing full well nobody else could see into his pool.
He slipped his right index and middle fingers behind the fabric and
repeated his alignment exercise, caressing her bum over and over.  Sensing
no resistance at all, he went back and forth, right hand, left hand, right
hand, left hand, until he could take no more.  She just stood there,
patiently waiting for Sam to adjust her suit as much as he wanted to,
knowing it might take a while.  He didn't notice right away, but after a
few minutes, she was almost bent over the edge of the front of the couch,
pushing her bum right into his face.
   "I think it looks fine now, Sweetie.  We better get into the pool now!"
   She was a little disappointed, but knew her plan was working, so she
stood straight up, turned around and reached for his hands.
   Becca already knew the way to the pool room, but made it a game for Sam.
   "Let's go!"
   He followed obediently, having lost a considerable resolve during the
last few minutes.
   She stopped, turned and raised her arms into the air toward him as they
stood near the edge of the pool.
   "Okay, now you have to pick me up so we can get in the pool together."
   She always did this.  Because of the difficulty in her gate, the steps
to the pool were pretty daunting to her tiny form.
   He held her against his chest supporting her bum with his right hand and
her back with his left.  He had done this so many times before.  This time,
it felt VERY different.  His fingers wanted to go in directions they had
never gone before and his mind was racing with notions of her naked in his
arms.  As her weight was beginning to be supported by the water, she let go
of his neck and fell back into the pool.  She knew this would scare Sam,
since she wasn't really that good a swimmer and he instinctively reached
out with his other hand to support her back.
   Now her legs were wrapped partially around his waist, her mons pushing
against his tummy.  He could almost feel the softness through the fabric
and imagined seeing her stretched out, naked on his bed.  Sara's swimsuit
barely covered Becca any more than it did her when Sara wore it.  But Sam
noticed that Becca seemed to fill the front of her swimsuit bottom out more
completely than Sara did, Becca's pud pushing out toward his face as if her
body at that very spot were magnetically attracted to his mouth.  As her
swimsuit got wet, he began to make out the line of her slit, from the top
of her mound to the magical area between her legs.  He couldn't stop
looking between her legs.  It was as if that magnetic effect had moved to
his eyes as well.
   She released her grasp of his waist as he let her float freely on the
surface of the water.  He started to guide her around him in circles just
big enough for him to keep her within reach.  Sam couldn't hold back
anymore.  He wanted to move his hands all over her body, and started with
her legs just behind her knees.  As he supported her weight, his fingers
began exploring slowly in small circles trying to absorb as much texture of
her soft legs as was possible.
   He was beginning to want more of her, not just to touch more of her but
to OWN more of her.  It was as if he were a large carnivore, hungrily and
jealously guarding his prize.  Every action that she took, his eyes
followed carefully and cautiously.  Her every movement was completely
absorbed by Sam, no daring twist unprotected.  He had never felt this way
before and it was beginning to affect his judgment.  He wasn't sure if he
EVER wanted her to leave anymore.  He was beginning to become less and less
like a protective friend, and more and more like a dominant provider and
lover, even though they had never consumated any form of love pact.
   As they swam and played, Becca lost most of her desire for Sam to see
her body and just enjoyed her time with him once more, in his protective
arms and caring hands.  They stayed in the pool for over two hours,
splashing, jumping, tickling and holding one another.
   Soon it was time to stop, their hands beginning to look like puffy alien
forms full of wrinkles and almost white.
   "I hate to do it sport, but we gotta get out.  Maybe we can go swimming
again tomorrow."
   "Okay.  I know we should get out, but I really love to play with you
here."
   She buried her head in his chest and tried desperately to wrap her arms
around his body, barely reaching around his broad form with her almost
baby-like limbs.  He responded in kind, enveloping her with his furry
grasp. She felt so good to him.  He wished it would never end.
   Once out of the pool, he stood her over his lap as he sat on one of the
wooden benches, her legs between his.  He started drying her off and
noticed how loose the swimsuit was as he brushed the towel over her body in
smooth, short strokes.  Everytime he pushed the towel up across her chest,
her top moved a little further upward, uncovering her breasts a little more
each time.  His 'drying' activity was so successful that her right titty
and most of her left came into view, her beautiful little nipples aching to
be kissed and sucked.  When he thought he could get away with no more, he
stopped and reached for the string that held the fabric to her chest and
gently pulled it down.  She never reacted, only watched as he moved over
her body like some kind of bathing robot.  It wasn't long before he was
done drying her off, her body so small it would fit completely in his arms
as he held her.
   "I told your Mom that we were going to have some dinner after we went
swimming, so how about it?  Hungry yet?"
   "I AM starting to get a little hungry.  Can I eat wearing my . . .  I
mean SARA's swimsuit?"
   "Sure, that's fine."
   [It'll be great to see her in that little thing sitting in front of me,
won't it?]
   The dinner went great!  They acted like they had been married for years,
calling each other 'Dear' and 'Honey' and 'Sweetie'.  It was almost surreal
for Sam.  For a minute, he forgot about Annie and Sara.
   After dinner, they went to the media room and sat on his huge couch
watching a couple of movies with Becca sitting on his lap, her legs
stretched to his right.  Sam's left hand held Becca's bum and his right
hand was across the top of her thighs, very close to her cunny.  As she
shifted her position every few minutes he let his right middle finger fall
between her legs,Becca never flinching or moving.  She very cleverly kept
shifting her bum around until the back of her suit was pulled down far
enough that Sam's left hand was now against her bare skin.  She was
accomplishing what she had dreamed of for so many months.
   While Becca was facing the huge screen, Sam was staring down inside the
front of her swimsuit, the little girl's titty coming into view every once
in a while.  Her careless maneuvers occasionally allowed his wandering eyes
to catch a brief glimpse of her sex-hardened left nipple, her plan to let
him see as much of her titty as he wanted.
   He stared at her cone-shaped breast and hungered for a gentle mouthful,
wanting to fill the young angel with mountains of electric excitement.  Sam
didn't notice right away, but Becca had caught him on more than one
occasion sneaking long hard peeks inside her top, her titty being admired
and lusted after for the first time ever.  She was so excited and proud,
she ached to take the top off and let her handsome admirer look as much as
he wanted.
   Sam was no longer responsible for his actions.  His testosterone level
was at maximum and his heart was racing as if he were running a marathon.
His left hand was delicately against Becca's plump and VERY warm bum.  He
couldn't resist any longer and began to slowly massage and caress her soft
round ass.  She never took any overt action to get away from his probing
hand but instead, hugged his neck even tighter as he grew more bold and
touched her naked skin with greater passion and determination.  This gave
him the assurance he needed to keep holding and touching her twelve year
old ass.
   It seemed like a perfect evening.
   Every few minutes, she turned to her right and looked right into his
eyes smiling.  He wasn't sure, but he thought she might want him to kiss
her.  He wanted to, but resisted the temptation.
   Since she was permitting his left hand to continue to caress her soft
butt, he grew even more bold and pushed his right hand further up her legs
and gently pushed his index and middle finger farther between her thighs,
Becca opening her legs slightly to permit his digital inspection.  She
wanted him to hurry up because she had to go pee, but Sam was so scared
that he went incredibly slow.  Just as he was about to come into contact
with the public side of her swimsuit, she turned to him and broke the bad
news.
   "Mr.  Williams, I have to go pee."
   "Okay Becca.  Let's go."
   It was then that Sam realized his woody was fully engorged and was going
to prevent him from walking without great difficulty.
   "Uh . . .  Becca?  Would you mind if I didn't carry you to the bathroom?
I've been sitting here so long that my leg went to sleep."
   She was disappointed, but wasn't going to waste any time arguing with
him.  She REALLY needed to go!
   "No Mr.  Williams.  I can find it by myself.  I know where it is."
   "Good girl.  See you in a couple of minutes, okay?"
   "Okay."
   She was off his lap somewhat clumsily and made her way to the bathroom.
Once he heard her close and lock the door, he got up, pulled his shorts
down and began flailing away at his pecker, hoping he would be able to
finish before he heard the commode flush.
   Within twenty strokes, he shot ten glorious streams of white goo into a
handful of tissues.  He regained his composure and discarded the despoiled
mass into the waste bin next to his desk.  After he sat back down a little
more comfortable, he heard the commode flush and then noticed the VERY
strong aroma of baby juice coming from the tangled collection of tissues.
   [My GOSH!  I hope she doesn't notice!]
   "I'm sorry Mr.  Williams.  I didn't mean to make your leg go to sleep. I
should have let you get up or make me move so I wouldn't hurt you."
   "OH, you weren't hurting me Becca.  It's been such a long time since I
had a pretty girl sit on my lap that I didn't want to ruin it by
complaining about my leg.  You can come back and sit on my lap if you
want."
   "Really?  You don't mind?"
   "Of course not!  Come here."
   Sam picked Becca back up and set her bum back down almost exactly where
it was before she got up.  This time he didn't put his hand back where it
was, having relieved a considerable amount of tension into the group of
tissues laying disgustingly in the waste bin.
   Becca pulled herself tight against his chest hoping he would put his
hand back where it was a few minutes ago.  She kept shifting her bum back
and forth, side to side in an attempt to make the small scrap of fabric
fall back down and uncover her sweet ass.  Now that the material was
completely dry, it resisted her attempts to uncover her butt and remained
tightly where it was supposed to.
   Sam resisted putting his right hand between her legs and held her left
leg tightly against her right.  Becca was very disappointed by his need to
return to a more decent demeanor, but didn't want to make him think badly
of her by pushing the issue.  They finished watching the third movie and
was about to start a fourth.
   All too soon, the phone rang.  It was Lucy.  They were headed over to
pick up Becca.  Sam's heart dropped and he fell back to reality, his face
growing heavy.  He tried his best to act happy since Becca still seemed
pleased with her time at his house.
   "We better get you dressed."
   Sam picked her up and rushed upstairs.  He wanted to help her get out of
the swimsuit and back into her clothes but he knew he should wait until she
was more comfortable with him seeing her naked.
   Once she got her clothes back on, he again held her close to his heart
as they went downstairs and waited for her parents to knock on the door.
   They sat in the front room and waited.  It seemed like hours.  Becca
fell asleep in Sam's arms, her legs bent slightly upward as her feet were
tucked under his right thigh.  While she was laying there, he couldn't help
but pry her legs apart and just stare at her little panty covered pud.  He
so desperately wanted to press his hands and face against that very special
place on her body.  He kept staring and looking, trying to burn her panties
away with his eyes.
   He finally got hungry enough for her skin to push his right hand between
her legs and started rubbing her panties along her slit.  At first, his
touch was not even enough to consider 'touching', more imagining then
touching.  As he grew more confident and she continued to sleep, he touched
her with more force and pushed her panties into the fold of her pussy from
her clit to her asshole.  He kept this back and forth motion going until he
saw the lights of her parents' car flash across the front windows of the
house.  He left her panties tucked between her labia, took one more long
look and picked her up.
   Within seconds Lucy knocked at the door, thanked Sam and took her
sleeping baby back to the waiting car.
   "I'll bring her bike back over tomorrow." Sam said as she walked away.
   As soon as he closed the front door, he started crying . . .  sobbing .
. .  bawling, and fell to the floor.
  
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   The next morning, Lucy woke Becky up with kisses and tickles and asked
how her visit went at Mr.  Williams' house.
   "Oh, Mommy.  He's so good to me!  We swam and played and tickled and had
so much fun.  I wish I could go back to Mr.  Williams house every night."
   "You must have really had a lot of fun?"
   "Mr.  Williams is the only guy that even treats me like a person, like a
real lady, a young woman.  Everybody else always looks at me like a
crippled little girl, and they say things like 'Oh, you poor dear' and
stuff like that.  Mr.  Williams doesn't treat me like that at all.  It's
only when he had to take me to Sara's room on the third floor that he asked
if he could carry me up the stairs.  He didn't even feel sorry for me.  He
just wanted to help me."
   "Did he find a swimsuit for you to wear?"
   "Oh, Yes!  Sara has some of the prettiest clothes, and her panties and
bras as so much prettier and sexier than mine.  I wish I could wear that
stuff."
   "He showed you her UNDERWEAR?!?!"
   Lucy was starting to get concerned and her voice was becoming more angry
as Becky described what she saw.
   "He didn't SHOW me her underwear, I LOOKED at and touched them myself.
He opened the wrong drawer and I accidentally saw everything in her panty
drawer.  He then opened the drawer on the right and her swimsuits and
leotards and sports stuff were in that one.  I know what you're thinking,
Mommy.  You think that he wanted to be naughty with me, but he didn't.  He
was a perfect gentleman all night.  I even tested him a couple of times to
see if he was going to touch me where you told me not to let guys touch me,
but he didn't.  I even tried to get him to look down my swimsuit but he
never was crude or mean.  He really is a very sweet man.  I know he misses
his wife and daughter very much and I was happy to be there for him.  He
smiled and laughed and we both had a good time.  He didn't act sad until
you called, and then his face looked like he was going to cry any second."
   "You're sure he wasn't trying to just make you THINK that he wasn't
looking at you in a bad way?"
   "Mommy, if you had been there, you would have seen what he was doing and
how he was looking at me.  He never touched me like a nasty guy or never
made me do anything that I didn't want to do.  Besides, if he WANTED to
touch me, I would let him, because I know that he wouldn't hurt me or make
me sad.  Someday, I'm going to marry him and make him very happy, just like
he makes me.  You and Daddy always told me that when I was old enough to
think like an adult and make my own decisions, that you would let me do
what I wanted.  Well, I want to marry Mr.  Williams and be his wife and
make him very happy."
   Becky started sounding vern stern and downright beligerent.  She didn't
care what her Mommy and Daddy said.  She made her mind up and she was going
to stick to it.
   Lucy was both surprised and shocked.  Her little baby was sounding more
like a grown teenager than a little twelve year old.  She was beginning to
understand just how mature her little 'wunderkind' was, growing up to be a
brilliant little adult instead.  She wanted to understand just how Becky
had come to this decision and changed her tactics.
   "I guess he really needs someone to take care of him and love him, since
his wife and little girl are no longer there, huh?"
   "Oh, Mommy, you should SEE him.  He's like a little lost puppy all by
himself.  He can pretend to be all happy and sure of himself.  But I can
see right through his act, right down to his heart.  He needs me to love
him and be with him everyday.  He's the only guy that I have ever felt good
being around, and I really make him happy by being with him."
   "Don't you think that he's too old for you, sweetheart?  He's probably
fifty or sixty."
   "He's forty two, and that's not that old!"
   "No, that's not THAT old if you don't consider twenty years very much,
but he's almost old enough to be your GRANDPA.  You don't think that's kind
of old for a little twelve year old?"
   "You still think I'm a little girl, but I'm NOT!  I'm old enough to know
what love it, and hate is, and how to get pregnant and how not to.  Don't
you remember, you told me all about that stuff.  You told me that when you
love somebody, their age is not as important as how your heart feels and
how they feel about you.  When you love someone and they love you back,
it's not because of their money or their looks or anything like that.  It's
in the heart and the soul."
   Becky started crying softly, defending her feelings for Sam in a manner
that she wasn't really aware of.  But she knew that she loved him, and she
would do whatever she could to try to keep him.
   "Oh, Honey.  I didn't mean to make you cry.  I just don't want your
first love to be so hard to attain.  I know you love him and I'm sure he
cares for you very much.  But you have to realize that sometimes what older
men want is not a young wife, but a sex toy, someone that will do anything
they want as long as they can get as much sexual pleasure as they can. 
When they get tired of their new toy, they just throw it away and get
another one.  I don't want that to happen to you, ever!"
   Lucy started rocking her baby in her arms and had the sinking feeling
that she was soon to lose her to Sam.  Upon reflection, she knew that Becky
might never find another boy or man that would care this much for her and
she reconciled herself to the fact that if Sam REALLY loved her and could
prove it, she would willingly let Becky go, even at the tender young age of
twelve.
   "If Sam REALLY loves you then he will let you know and then you will let
US know.  But, it has to come from his heart, not his body.  And you can't
influence him, either.  You have to let him prove it to you.  That's the
only way I'll know that he's right for you.  Do you understand?"
   Becky understood more than her mother thought she did.
   "He's the one, Mommy.  I know it."
   "Give me a kiss and get dressed.  We're going grocery shopping."
   "Do I have to go?  I wanted to go see Mr.  Williams."
   "I tell you what, Daddy and I need to go visit some of his friends this
afternoon.  If you want to spend the day with him and he says it's okay,
then you can go."
   "Thanks Mommy!"
   "Now go call him and find out if it's okay."
   Becky was out of bed, cleaned up and dressed in no time flat.  All her
chores were done and she called to her mother for permission to call Mr. 
Williams.
   "Go ahead, Becky.  Let me know what he says."
  
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   Sam lay in bed as long as he could before finally getting up, showering,
shaving and eating a late breakfast.  He really didn't want to face another
day alone in this house, so he called a friend of his that was a real
estate agent and told her to 'Sell it!'.  He wanted out and didn't care
what he got for it, as long as it was soon.  She came over immediately and
tried to console Sam and also tried to seduce him while they were talking
on his leather couch.  She wore a miniskirt, low cut blouse, demicut bra
and black stockings, not something that your real estate agent normally
wears to come 'do a deal'.  She almost had him ready to take her to bed
when the phone rang.
   "Hello?"
   "Hi, Mr.  Williams?"
   BECCA!
   "What can I do for YOU today, Angel?"
   "Can I ask you something?"
   "SURE, Angel!  Ask away."
   "Mr.  Williams?  Can I come over and see you today?"
   "Sure Becca, you can come over today!"
   His heart lifted.  Once his mind was free of all the cobwebs that his
realestate agent had woven, he saw right through her plan (as well as
through her blouse and up her miniskirt) to try to marry him and sink her
claws into his bank accounts and portfolios.
   [Typical gold-digger.  If she was so interested in me, why was she
talking about a new place in Aspen with a new Lex or Jag for her as a
wedding present?  Why didn't she try to help me out earlier, rather than
when she realized I was at my weakest?  Bitch!]
   "Would you like for me to come get you, Becca?"
   "That would be very nice, Mr.  Williams."
   "Okay, I'll be there in about ten minutes.  Bye!"
   That's when Sam turned to the anxious adult woman standing near him.
   "I'll contact you about the specifics with the house.  As soon as I say
the word, I want you to list it and get it sold.  Got it?"
   She left with a huff, but knew that at least she was going to get the
commission for the sale.
   After she left, he straightened the place up, drove over to Becca's
house and knocked on the door.  Lucy answered and asked him in.
   "Becky is in her room getting dressed.  Before she comes out, I wanted
to chat with you for a minute, okay Sam?"
   [Oh, crap!  You're in trouble now, Doofus!]
   "Sure, Lucy.  What's up?"
   "Sam, I don't know how to ask you this, so I'll just ask.  Do you love
Becky?"
   It took him a little by surprise, but he knew how he was going to
answer, and he wouldn't be lying either.
   "Yes, I do.  Very much.  She fills a hole in my heart that I thought
would NEVER be filled.  It's not her age or her size, but her smile and her
heart that I love.  Maybe not the kind of love that you would understand,
but a tender, gentle kind that is hard to describe."
   "So it's true.  She HAS fallen in love with you too."
   "She has?  When did she tell you this?"
   "This morning.  She really believes that you are her guy and that you'll
love her forever and ever.  I tried to tell her that it's just her first
crush and that I didn't want her to get hurt.  So I'm going to ask you not
to hurt her real bad.  I know you miss your wife and daughter and that
Becky is just a temporary fling for you, so just be gentle with her okay?"
   "Lucy, it's not like that.  I don't have any unrealistic expectations of
Becca, I mean Becky.  She's a beautiful young woman and she needs someone
to love her and care for her in a way that transcends her parent's love and
not a naughty or illegal love.  Something that's more than a best friend or
something like that."
   "You don't intend on hurting her . . .  you know, like that stuff I'm
always seeing in the paper?  Because if you do hurt her, I'll come after
you with guns, knives, whatever I can find and rip you to shreds."
   [She really means it Bonehead, so you better be careful!]
   "Lucy, I promise you.  I won't do anything that I'll regret, nor
anything that will cause Becca harm in any way."
   "I'll hold you to that Sam . . .  BECKY!  Sam's here."
   "Hi Mr.  Williams.  I'm glad I'm gonna get to see you again today."
   "Me too, Becca, I mean Becky.  Are you ready to go?"
   "Uh-huh!"
   She reached out with her arms toward Sam's face.  He knew what that
meant.
   As he was holding her in his arms, she kissed him on the cheek and
smiled.  Sam blushed a deep red and told Lucy goodbye.  He walked to his
car with his new love in his arms and put her in the seat next to him,
buckled her in and sped off down the street.
   As the garage door closed behind them Becca unbuckled her seat belt and
jumped into Sam's arms, squeezing the stuffing out of him.
   "What's that for, Becca?"
   "I heard what you and Mommy were saying and I wanted to tell you
'thanks'."
   "You're welcome, Becca.  I meant every word.  I don't want to hurt you,
or use you like a toy and then throw you away.  That's not right and it's
not fair to you.  I know that you haven't had any boyfriends before and you
don't have any experience in that sort of thing.  I also know that I'm a
lot older than you and that most men my age would really LOVE to have a
little girlfriend just like you to have around them, to make them happy and
play with them all day long.  I just want you to know that I'll never hurt
you and I'll do whatever I can to make you happy."
   "Thank you Mr.  Williams.  Can we go inside now?"
   Sam unfastened his seatbelt and carried her inside.  It was about two
thirty in the afternoon, and they looked at each other as they drank some
softdrinks together.  As he looked into her eyes, he could tell there was
something that she had on her mind.
   "What are you thinking, Becca?"
   "Can I go back upstairs into Sara's room again?"
   "Sure.  Let's go."
   She walked beside him until they got to the staircase, where she just
stopped and looked up at him, waiting for him to reach down and pick her
up. As he did, he noticed what she was wearing was a lot different that
what she had on yesterday.  She had on a bright pink sundress, two thin
straps over her shoulders, her dress covering her legs to just above her
knees.  As he picked her up, she pulled her dress up so she could put her
legs around his waist, exposing her pink panties for Sam to see.  He
couldn't help but stare as he got her settled on his left hip, her chubby
legs squeezing against his middle, the bottom edge of her panties slightly
exposed for him to see.
   As he made his way to Sara's room with her in his arms for a second
time, she didn't want him to put her down right away.
   "Can I just sit in your lap for a few minutes?  You can sit on Sara's
bed and we can talk, okay?"
   At this point, he would resist none of her requests or pleas, and obeyed
her every command.
   They sat on Sara's bed, just talking at first, about whatever came into
her mind.  How old she was getting, how she needed someone to care for her,
how he needed someone to care for him.  Soon, she was holding his hand on
her lap, just caressing it and playing with it.  He didn't realize that she
started to pull her dress up again and his hand was just a few inches away
from her panties.  She kept playing with his hand, moving it around,
rubbing his fingers and palm, turning it over so he was touching her legs.
Then she pushed it between her legs and into her pud.  He gently pulled it
away, against his hormone's best judgment.
   "Is something wrong, Mr.  Williams?"
   "Maybe you shouldn't let me do that, Becca.  I'm not able to resist you
very much and I may do something that I might regret later."
   "You wouldn't hurt me, Mr.  Williams.  I know it!"
   "I wouldn't hurt you, you're right, but I might start touching you where
I shouldn't and then I might not want to STOP touching you.  You'll get mad
at me and I don't want that to happen."
   "Mr.  Williams, you can touch me whereever you want.  I REALLY want you
to, 'cause I know how much you love me and you know how much I love you. 
From now on, I want you to do whatever you want to with me, okay?"
   "Oh, Becca.  I wish you knew how that made me feel.  Can I just hold you
in my arms and lay down with you on my tummy?"
   "I'd like that!"
   He lay back and positioned Becca on his chest, his left hand against her
lower back, his right hand across her bum.  He started caressing her back
and bum with both hands.
   "Oh, that feels so nice!" she said as he slowly started squeezing and
massaging each cheek in turn.
   No longer able to resist the influence of his peaking testosterone, he
lowered his hand to her bare legs and started to rub them softly, up and
down, occassionally pushing his fingers between her legs.  After the third
press, Becca spread her legs apart a few inches and never released her
grasp from his neck.
   "Becca, are you sure you want me to do this?  It's getting harder and
harder to stop."
   "Mr.  Williams, I'm old enough to know what's right and what's wrong,
and what little girls do, and what young women do.  I really don't mind if
you touch me.  I've actually wanted you to touch me for a long time, I just
didn't know how to ask you without you getting mad or making you think that
I was just one of the slutty girls that I heard about at school."
   As she finished her speech, Sam pushed his hand upward and felt the
elastic of her panties against the edge of his index finger.  He had always
wanted to touch and fondle Sara, but knew that he shouldn't.  He now
wondered if Sara would have minded him trying.  She would always dance so
seductively for him when he played certain types of music, especially the
slow, naughty songs.  Did he miss the most erotic opportunity of his life
by being prudish or Victorian?
   This time, he wasn't going to miss his chance.  He knew he was a
pedophile, he just never had the chance to prove it.  Here was his chance
and Becca was wanting him to do it.  It wasn't as if he was forcing some
little crying and screaming child to do something that she didn't want to.
This was a very mature young woman, seducing him with her words and
actions.
   Once he recovered from the initial shock of that first sensation, he
started moving his fingers, one at a time, up along the round fullness of
her bum.  As he did, she started pushing against his hand, arching her back
as she pushed.  Soon he was massaging her bum in earnest, after each pass
back and forth across her width, he would press his fingers between her
cheeks and force her panties further and further into that soft crevice. 
After about five minutes of this absolutely exotic experience, he moved his
hand along the length of her crack, starting at the top and delicately
moving downward, toward those soft, chubby little legs.
   He could feel the first seam of the bottom of her panties as he kept
going, never slowing.  He then felt the long delayed but very familiar
wetness of her vagina through the fabric.  As his fingers probed up and
down, in and out, she pushed and wiggled against his fingers, where-ever
they went.  He could have done this for hours, until she broke his
concentration.
   "Take my panties off, please."
   It almost sounded as if she was begging him to do it.  While he
continued to poke and probe, she pushed up away from his chest just enough
to see his face.  He looked deep into her eyes.
   "Would you stand up so I can see you while I take them off?"
   A tremendous smile erupted from her face and she stood up over him,
allowing his hand to remain between her legs.
   Sam moved his left hand from his chest and ran it up the outside of
Becca's right leg.  When he came into contact with her dress, he held the
hem between his thumb and index finger, never breaking his contact with her
skin.  He slid it up, higher and higher, until he could see his right hand
as it continued to explore his new playground from behind her.  He pushed
it as high as he could, until the top elastic seam of her panties was
clearly visible.  She reached to her waist and took the fabric of her dress
from his hand and kept pulling higher until it was completely inside out,
near her breasts.
   His left hand then started along the top elastic of her panties from the
left side and ran along her tummy until he reached her bellybutton.  His
index and middle finger pushed between the fabric and her skin and slowly
moving across her skin until both hands met, at which point he reluctantly
moved his right hand to the left side of her waist.  He held her panties
there, just looking at her beautiful tummy.
   He shifted his left hand to the right side of her waist and placed his
right hand in the same approximate position, inside her panties, but on the
left side.  He then pulled them all the way down to her legs where Becca
lifted each foot, one at a time so he could remove them completely.
   He lay there, just looking, admiring the completeness of her little
body. The curves, the texture and tried to drink in as much of her beauty
as he could.  Becca looked down to Sam to see her new playmate just staring
at her, looking from her waist to her feet, going up and down with his
eyes.
   "I hope you're not disappointed." she said as she dropped her dress.
   "Why would I be disappointed, Babydoll?"
   She liked the sound of that nickname.
   "Would you call me that for the rest of today, please?"
   "Of course, Babydoll.  Anything you want."
   She was thrilled.  He told her 'Anything you want' and her mind was
flying with ideas she had been cooking up for weeks.
   "But you still haven't answered my question, why would I be
disappointed?"
   "I don't have any hair down there, yet.  I still look like a little
baby."
   "Not only is there NOTHING wrong with not having any hair down there, it
just happens to be my favorite way of seeing my women.  Both Annie and Sara
shaved down there.  I insisted on it."
   "You saw Sara without any panties on?"
   "Um-hmmm.  Every once in a while, I would catch her before or after she
got in the shower, or when she was sunning herself, naked, next to the
pool. I think it looks so sexy for you to not have any hair.  You have
nothing to be ashamed of!"
   She slowly raised the hem of her dress until she uncovered herself all
the way to her breasts.
   "Do you like what you see?"
   After she asked the question, Sam's eyes clearly told her the answer,
the twelve year old knowing what the answer would be.
   In a muffled and almost labored voice, he answered "Incredible!"
   That made her so happy.  She was finally being admired as a woman, not a
crippled little child.
   "Would you like me to take my dress off?"
   "Um-hmmm!"
   Her apprehension was gone as she leaned back, pushing her pud further
and further toward his face.  She put both hands behind her neck, moved
them around a little and then provided Sam with the memory of buttons being
undone.  She watched his face, looking at every twitch, every bead of sweat
on his face, knowing that she was fulfilling a fantasy that she had for
about four months.
   With the support structure completely disabled, she shifted her hands to
her shoulders, taking the straps between her thumbs and index fingers.  She
then started the torturous journey toward the center of the Earth, moving
so slowly that it seemed to go on forever.  Sam was absolutely hypnotized.
He couldn't move, his chest pumping in and out with every heavy breath he
took, his heart beating just as wildly as the night before when he had his
left hand against her naked bum.
   First he started to see the top creases of skin betraying the beginning
of her breasts, and then before he realized what had happened, they were
completely uncovered.  It was apparent she didn't want to be encumbered by
a bra but she didn't really need one anyway.  Her tiny breasts were
perfectly formed, if not just a little smaller than he imagined.  Sam was
not disappointed in the slightest.  He admired the smoothness of the skin,
the pink color of her areolas, and the bright crimson of her nipples, now
standing straight out, firm and erect with excitement.
   Next, he could see the line impressed in her skin where the top of her
panties had been.  She kept going at the same rate, slow, but not too slow.
He was enjoying this more than he realized.  She knew what she was doing
and she did it very, very well.  Little did he know that HE was the first
to be honored by a display like this.  She never let on . . .
   He was then able to see the top of her pubic mound, the puffy flesh
pushing toward him like a mound of clay in an artist's hands.  Then the top
of her slit came into view, then he could see the dark fold of her sweet
gash being slowly exposed to him, more and more.  Soon, the remainder of
her "Y" was presented to him, only him, for him to stare at, gawk at, ogle
at, as long as he wanted to look.
   As soon as she uncovered herself completely, she released the bothersome
material and it fell to his legs with a hushed flop.  In order for Sam to
appreciate this unbelievable view more fully, he tugged at the newly
discarded garment near his legs, and she complied by lifting each foot to
allow it to pass.  He placed it delicately on top of her panties, waiting
patiently on the floor next to him.
   She stood there for a moment, her face and upper body bright red with
embarrassment and a little fear.
   "Oh, Babydoll.  You look absolutely fantastic!"
   Her fear, along with her red appearance quickly faded as she started to
move her hands and feet, feigning a private modelling session that she
envisioned he had been the recipient of so many times before by his
daughter.
   "I wish I could make this moment last forever Becca!"
   Sam just looked at his new sex toy.  He wanted to do everything at once,
touch her, kiss her, tickle her slit, suck on her breasts and nipples,
probe her deeply with all of his fingers, his nose, his tongue.  But he
just sat there, admiring her beautiful form.
   Then it hit him.  As perfectly as she appeared to him, why did she walk
with an almost Frankenstein-like gate.  He would ask at a more appropriate
moment.  Right now, there was skin to explore!
   "You're not disappointed Mr.  Williams?"
   "Oh, Babydoll.  No way.  Not in a million years would I be disappointed
with a gorgeous body like yours.  It is absolutely PERFECT!"
   She was so happy that she fell down against his chest, engulfing him in
her soft body, arms wrapped around his shaking neck.
   His hands finally left their resting position at his sides and began
moving over the back of her body, starting at her neck and gently massaging
they're way to her feet, up and down, stopping along the way to find that
soft smoothness of her butt crack.  He continued this caress for about a
minute, until she finally let go and started to lean back.
   Sam picked her up, got up off the bed, sat on the floor and put her on
the floor in front of him.  When she was about a foot in front of him, Sam
started at her feet, his palms now pressing her shins, then her knees, her
thighs.  As he worked his way up, his eyes followed his hands, not blinking
until his hands stopped just below the junction of her legs and her torso.
He pushed his thumbs between her legs and started moving them back and
forth along the inside of her thighs.  He resumed his upward direction,
continuing to slide his thumbs along the inside of her legs, finally coming
into contact with what he thought had to be the most beautiful pud in the
whole world.  It was full and puffy, her clit hidden from view by the folds
of her pooching labia majoris.  He couldn't see any hint of her labia
minoris, and imagined it begging to be found.  His thumbs continued to
press back and forth, pushing at the slight resistance of her flesh.  He
thought he better continue with his northward trek, and pushed his extended
right middle finger into her gash and continued up with his left hand until
he reached her right breast.
   Her chest was heaving and her heart was pounding.  He could feel her
heart as it crashed in her tiny chest.  As he reached her right nipple, he
gently squeezed it between his middle and index fingers and then wrapped
his hand around the rest of her breast, cupping it with his hand like a
plum.  As he wiggled his fingers back and forth, massaging and tugging at
her titty, he squeezed and pressed against her small breast, all the while
running his right middle finger completely along the length of her pussy,
from the top where he imaged her clit to be hiding, to the hidden
netherworld between her legs.  Every other trip, he would press upward as
the tip of his finger approached her vagina, the wetness of her excitement
betraying any hint of her tender age.
   He leaned forward and started sucking on her other breast, teasing at
her nipple with his tongue.  The taste was phenominal.  It was almost like
candy to him, deliciously sweet and clean.  After torturing her with this
three element activity for a while, he thought it would be nice to switch
hands.  He repositioned his mouth over her right nipple and commenced
suckling, his right hand now tickling and caressing her left, and his left
hand pointing almost vertically, slowing moving forward and back, as if he
was trying to divide her with an imagined, fleshy saw.
   After about ten or fifteen minutes, he could feel her knees start to
buckle, and he caught her, startled.
   "Are you okay, Babydoll?  Am I going too fast?"
   "No, I'm just real excited and shaky."
   "Can I put you on Sara's bed?"
   "Um-hmmm!"
   Sam wasted no time.  His hands pushed under her arms and he almost threw
her to the ceiling he was so excited.  He lay her on the bed, her legs
dangling down the side, with the back of her knees at the edge of the bed.
He then gently pryed her legs apart so he could see her vulva.
   "You need to tell me how far apart I should spread your legs, Babydoll.
I don't want to hurt you."
   She was moved by his gentleness and wanted to do everything she could to
please him and satisfy his every desire.  She took her legs by the back of
her knees, holding them up with her hands.
   "You can spread them as far apart as you want Mr.  Williams.  I am very
flexible.  I just don't always have the strength to do it myself.
   He replaced her hands with his and continued to splay her wide as if he
was unfolding a book.  Looking down, he saw her now from clit to tiny,
pursed asshole.  He was amazed and excited.  Her puffy labia majoris still
concealed her clit and vagina.  There was no trace of a labia minoris at
all.  He was right, this was the most beautiful pussy he had seen in his
whole life.  Even more enticing and inviting than Annie's or Sara's.  The
fact that it belonged to a little twelve year old neighbor girl from down
the street must not have hit him, since his mouth was watering and his lust
brimming in his heart.
   Then it hit him: He would do whatever it would take to keep her for
himself.  Money, time, possessions, affection were no object.  He would pay
any price and surmount any obstacle to keep this beauty for himself,
forever!
   "Would you be scared if I kissed you right here?" he asked as he
motioned with his eyes to her now exposed vagina.
   "No."
   He pressed his face into her vulva extending his tongue into her pussy,
along the slit up and down a few times until he found her clit.  When he
did, she jumped as if he had just jabbed her with a bare electrical wire.
   "Oh, my Gosh!  Do that again!"
   He was eager to please her now and complied greedily.  As he touched it
again, he didn't remove his tongue, but continued to press so she could get
used to the sensation.  Her back arched as he did and she started pushing
into his tongue, but fell back onto the bed making a terrible, painful
sound.
   Her pain scared him and he immediately withdrew his face and looked up
at hers.
   "Did I hurt you, Babydoll?  I don't want to hurt you, honest!"
   "You didn't hurt me Mr.  Williams, I just forgot I can't push my back up
like that."
   "Babydoll, you don't have to call me Mr.  Williams anymore.  You can
call me anything you want.  'Sam', 'Honey', 'Lover', anything.  Now that we
are lovers, you don't have to be so formal when we're alone, okay?"
   "Okay, Honey!"
   Sam liked the sound of that nickname.  Annie used to call him that, and
when she did, it turned his heart into jelly.  His heart was just as
affected as when Annie said it.
   He got up over her a little and looked into her eyes once more.
   "Babydoll, I want you to know that I am going to do whatever it takes to
keep you for my very own, now and forever.  I mean it!  Whatever you want,
where-ever you want to go, whatever you want to do, I will get it for you.
I don't care what it costs or how hard it is to obtain, I will expend every
last ounce of my strength to make you happy."
   He was serious and she knew it.  She reached up to him and kissed him on
the lips, parting his lips with her tongue and tickling his, thrashing it
back and forth across the front of his teeth, softly biting his lips,
sucking on each one, pulling them into her mouth one at a time.  She was
going to do everything she could to earn his love, age and pain
notwithstanding.  She stopped for a moment and looked at him deeply.
   "Honey, can I live with you as your little girl until I'm old enough to
be your wife?  That means we'll have to wait almost six years until my
eighteenth birthday.  Would you wait for me that long?"
   His heart almost jumped out of his chest.  She couldn't possibly know
how that made him feel.  She was telling him exactly what he wanted to
hear. Everything!
   "Babydoll, I'd wait a thousand years if I had to.  I'm yours as long as
I'm alive and I'll do whatever you want."
   "Would you make me a woman tonight?"
   This was unreal.  She wanted him to take the last vestage of her
childhood away from her and turn her into a full-fledged woman, at the
tender age of twelve.
   "Are you sure, Babydoll.  You might want to see how big I am before you
ask me that."
   "You said you would do anything, anytime, anywhere to keep me, didn't
you?"
   She was right!  He did.  And now his words would come back to haunt him.
   He imagined thrusting his dick into her vagina, ripping it apart, her
painful screams carried through the neighborhood like the sound of a
wildcat being skinned alive.  He knew he was going to do it, he just had to
figure out how to minimize the trauma to her pubescent frame.
   "Well, you'll have to help me figure out how we can do this without
ripping you up inside and causing you unbearable pain.  It hurts me to
think that I am going to cause you pain like you've never felt before.  I
really wish there was a way for me to do it without the agony you're about
to feel."
   "What if we did it in your bathtub?  Wouldn't the water help?"
   Excellent idea, it just might.
   "Before we start, I want you to take my clothes off and see for yourself
what you're getting yourself into . . .  or what you're going to get pushed
inside you."
   "Okay, lay down on the floor."
   He lifted her up and set her on her feet next to the bed, reaching to
her pud and caressing it for good measure.  He just couldn't stop.  He had
to feel the warmth of her young skin on his hands.  He then leaned toward
her and started sucking on her breasts, first one, then the other, then
back again and again and again, his fingers exploring as much as he dared.
He never pushed his fingers too far into her vagina.  He feared he might
hurt her if he did.  Soon, he would be pushing into her vagina with his
throbbing rod, something that he never thought he would be doing, even in
his wildest dreams.
   As he continued to fondle and suck, she started undoing his shirt until
the last button was free.  He shifted his weight so the shirt would fall on
its own to the floor.  She started rubbing his partially hairy chest,
squeezing and tugging at his erect nipples as he was doing to hers.
   As she started to undo his trousers, he started exploring her vagina in
earnest, pushing a single finger inside her and making it disappear with no
resistance at all.  Someone had already taken her cherry.  He felt
betrayed. Then it hit him.  She had been hiding her innocence the whole
time.  His passion started to overwhelm his judgment as he then inserted a
second finger in her tight little twat.  This is unreal!  Two fingers, and
not even the slightest flinch or whimper.  Did he dare try three?  Why not!
She was his now and he was going to do whatever he wanted to her.  He
started to push a third finger inside her when she stopped him.
   "I can't take your pants off if you keep distracting me like that. 
Would you please wait until I took them all the way off?"
   He didn't speak but removed his fingers from their dark, warm passage.
As soon as his fingers were out, she practically ripped his pants and then
his shorts off his legs, his penis popping out at her like a windup toy. 
As soon as his shorts were off and on the floor, she said "Okay, you can
continue now.", grabbed his dick and wrapped her mouth around it, thrusting
it into her mouth deeper and deeper with every stroke.
   He resumed his explorations, first one finger, then two, then started
pushing a third.  He got into her vagina with his fingers up to the second
knuckle when she slowed her attack on his babymaker.  Keeping her mouth
firmly wrapped around it, he proceeded, going further and further until all
three fingers disappeared between her labia, up to the web between the
remaining two unsheathed fingers and their now absent siblings.
   He couldn't believe what he was seeing, ignoring the exquisite sensation
of her mouth around his dick.  He couldn't believe how good she was at it.
She practically swallowed him whole, almost up to the base of the shank. 
He was going to see if this was really happening, so he started to stroke
her, first out slowly, then in, then out, then in, over and over, faster
and faster.
   After about two minutes, she started whimpering, his dick still inside
her mouth, thrusting back and forth like the piston on a steam engine.  He
slowed for a moment, wanting to be sure he wasn't hurting her.  His dick
popped out of her mouth and she spoke somewhat angrily.
   "Don't you DARE stop, Honey."
   He anxiously resumed his attack on her vagina, hoping to achieve an
orgasm the likes of which he had never seen.  He kept the pace up, ignoring
the pain in his fingers and hand, and the increasing exquisite sensitivity
of his penis and balls.
   After another three minutes, her whimpers turned to moans, her thrusts
slowing, then her moans turned to gasps, then to high pitched squeals,
increasing in pitch, higher, higher, higher.  And then she climaxed!
   Her tiny body shook and quivered as if she were hooked up to 110 volts,
her orgasm seemed to last for hours.  As long as he kept up his strokes
into her vagina, her body erupted into spasm after spasm.  He wasn't sure
how much of this she could take, until finally, she reached down to his
hand and grabbed it, holding it fast against her now satisfied vulva.  He
slowly removed his fingers and started searching again for her clit,
finding it almost immediately with his sticky, wet fingers.
   "Okay you rat.  Now it's my turn!"
   She resumed her thrusts, never once pushing into his soft flesh with her
teeth.  This was no twelve year old little girl.  This is a hooker from Las
Vegas.  She knew exactly what she was doing!
   After about a minute and a half of her mouth enveloping his cock, over
and over, he finally started to feel that all too familiar upwelling of
energy, slowly at first, then harder and harder.
   "Be careful, Babydoll.  Here it comes!"
   He was expecting her to either slow down or stop completely, but she
didn't.  She just kept pumping, smooth even strokes, in, out, in, out.  He
couldn't hold back any longer.
   "Buhhh . . .  Baaayy . . .  Babydoll . . .  Watch out.  Here it COMES!"
   Then he let go, her mouth still around his penis pressed deep into her
mouth.  His hips rocked forward with each release, her mouth filling more
and more with each delivery, but she never quit.  She kept it up until he
couldn't take it any more.  He reached down and held her head still,
shooting the last few thrusts deep into her mouth.  Without Sam realizing
it, she had swallowed everything he put out.  And with a few final sucks
and licks, she cleaned him up.
   She sat up and replaced her mouth with her left hand and slowly stroked
him, up and down, in a real slow rythm, just enough to keep it from going
limp, but not fast enough to cause him pain or discomfort.  She looked down
at her lover and smiled a real toothy grin.
   "Did you like that?"
   "Like it?  That was the best blow job I have ever had in my LIFE!  You
are NEVER leaving me, Babydoll!"
   As hard as it was to believe, her smile grew even bigger, her pride
showing all over her face.  He kept massaging her clit, making it get
harder and harder, until finally it poked out between the folds of her
labia.
   "Time to torture you again, Lover!"
   He shifted his postion so his head was directly under her pussy and then
the attack began.  He started tracing out the letters of the alphabet, one
at a time, deliberately trying to see if see could tell what he was up to.
Then he heard her voice, softly at first, then louder, louder, "D", "E",
"ehhhffff", "Gchheeeee", "Oh my God, aaayyyyeeeechuhhh", "ayyyyeeeee", her
words became more and more labored.
   When he got to "M" she couldn't stand it anymore.  She grabbed his ears
and pulled with all her might.  A very high pitched squeal erupted from her
chest as she started bouncing up and down on his face, pushing harder and
harder into his tongue with every convulsion.  And then it was over.  She
pulled one last time and held his face there, letting out one last loud
"UHHHGG!".
   She held him like that for about two minutes, wanting desperately to
prolong the sensation.  When she regained her senses, she realized she was
almost ripping Sam's ears off his head, and let go.  Before his tongue left
her pussy, he stroked across the length of her slit three more times, each
time causing Becca to flinch.
   He released his attack on his now favorite possession in the whole
world, and started softly caressing her breasts with the tips of his
fingers.  He lay there, with her over him for about fifteen minutes,
enjoying every pass over her nipples, squeezing the soft fullness of her
nubile titties over and over, gently tickling her slit with his tongue back
and forth.
   He finally stopped, shifted to his right, grabbed her by the waist and
put her on his chest, their lips meeting once more.  They kissed for about
a half hour, mostly very softly, gently exploring each other's features
over and over, Sam's hands wandering over Becca's back, bum, legs, asshole,
pushing between her legs fairly often so he could get his fingers wet with
her womanly juices.
   It was almost like a dream, a sensation that he had never experienced in
his forty two years.  When their lips finally parted, she asked him to take
her to his tub.  His eyes never left hers.
   He leaned her back, leaned himself forward, got to his knees, then his
feet, picked her up and held her to his chest, staring deeply into her
totally permissive eyes as he walked to the bathroom.  He put his arm
around her bum as she wrapped her short legs around his waist.
   He instinctively set the temperature and pressure of the water as he had
for years and stepped into the tub, his lover smiling at him as he
completed each step of this long awaited task.
   He sat down in the tub, his dick pushing up against her bum between her
fat butt cheeks.  They sat like this until the water was about three inches
from the rim of the tub.  He turned the water off and leaned back for a
moment, wanting to cherish the most precious event that he could ever have
imagined.
   "Are you ready?"
   "Yes!  Are you?"
   "I've been ready for this for a very long time."
   Sam lifted her to her feet, pushing them to the sides of his hips,
feeling the tip of his cock brush through the fold of her pussy as he
lifted her.  She giggled in pleasant response.
   "You have one last opportunity to make me wait until you're older, if
you want to wait?"
   She just looked at him and smiled and let her legs go limp under her
until he has supporting her entire weight in his arms.  He slowly lowered
her over his penis until he could feel the soft resistance of her labia
against his cock.  She never offered any resistance, either emotionally or
physically, her legs, her torso, her pussy, every part of her was willing,
ready and able for what was about to happen.
   He felt the head of his dick pass through her labia, then started to
enter her vagina, then was inside her.  He held her there for a minute,
enjoying the sensation of his little lover's body around his penis.
   "Don't torture me, let me have more." she said.
   He complied.  He continued lowering her onto his rock-hard dick more and
more, until more than half disappeared inside her.
   Her eyes were closed, her mouth wide open, her tongue flicking about
like a fish out of water.  She then said "More.  More." Again, he complied
with her request.  Soon he was completely inside her, he could feel her fat
pussy lips against his pubic mound.  This was incredible.  She took every
inch of him without so much as a whimper.
   "Can I push it in and out?" he asked her.
   "Um-HMMMMM!"
   He lifted her up almost high enough for him to pop out and then put her
back down, then picked her back up, then down, up, down, up, down,
increasing the frequency with every thrust.  Soon he was bobbing her up and
down like the action of a slow moving engine, about once a second, FULL
THRUSTS!  They were both in absolute extacy.  After ten minutes, each of
them realized that their next orgasm was going to be shared entirely, and
they both almost yelled as they each gave the other their full measure of
pleasure.  When they were at the zenith of their orgasms, Sam pulled Becca
down onto his rod and held her there as she convulsed and twitched with
every spasm of her vagina.  He must have filled her little pussy up to it's
capacity since he could see and feel his fluid starting to ooze out between
them.
   Once they both came down from their atmospheric high, Sam lay Becca on
his chest, keeping himself as far as he could inside her, occassionally
rocking her hips back and forth to amplify the feel of her vaginal muscles
tightening and relaxing with each breath she took.
   He wrapped his arms around her and even reached around to try to put one
of his fingers up her pursed sphyncter.  She obliged his curiosity by
relaxing her muscles, his finger popped in like a cork popping out of a
champagne bottle.  He stroked her butt hole, back and forth, in and out,
over and over trying to give her even more pleasure.  It was almost
imperceptable at first, but she started rocking her hips forward and
backward, rubbing her labia lips around the shank of his penis to the beat
of his finger's movement.  Within three minutes, she was squealing and
moaning again, reaching her next orgasm quicker than the last time.  He
kept it up until she begged him to stop, at least for a little while.  She
smiled at him telling him words that sounded almost exactly like he had
said earlier.
   "Sam, Honey.  I love you so much I could cry.  I never want to leave you
and I never want you to leave me.  I'll do whatever you want, where-ever
you want, whenever you want for the rest of my life.  I want to screw you
every day, three or four times a day, for as long as we can both stand it,
for months and months and months."
   "Whatever you want, Honey.  I'm yours."
   They both lost track of the time and just lay there, still connected by
their genitalia, Sam deep inside her, feeling every breath, every
heartbeat, over and over.
   Then reality hit . . .
   Ring!  Ring!  Ring!
   "I know who that is." said Becca.  "Would you like me to answer it?"
   "That's okay Babydoll, I can reach the cordless." He always kept a phone
close to the tub.  Not sure why, he just felt compelled to have one close
by.
   "Hello?"
   "Hi Sam, It's Lucy."
   "Hi Lucy, how did your evening go?"
   "Well, actually, it's not quite over yet.  We met up with some friends
at the restaurant and we're over at their house right now."
   Sam could hear some very familiar noises coming from behind Lucy.  Skin
slapping against skin, the sounds of slurping and smacking, not unlike the
sounds that they had been making just a few minutes ago.
   "Sounds like you all are having some real FUN over there.  Is everyone
being taken care of?"
   "Um-hmmm!" He could tell she was getting it in the ass but didn't want
to break her concentration by asking her about it.
   "Lucy, I've got to tell you something.  I know this is not the best
time, but you and Steve need to know."
   "Wha . . .  What is it?"
   Somebody over there is stroking this lady pretty good.  I hope Steve is
around somewhere.  Then the unmistakable sound of a loud moan, over and
over, as someone is reaching a climax.
   "I've fallen in love with your daughter, and I plan on keeping her.  I
hope you're not too disappointed?"
   "Really?  You want to keep her?", her attention trying to focus on what
Sam was saying.  "She's okay, isn't she?"
   "She's just fine, in fact, she's fucking fantastic.  I've never met
anyone like Becca, and I'll do anything to keep her.  I'll pay you whatever
you want.  Money is no object.  You name the price and I'll get it to you
within the week."
   "Can I please speak to Rebecca?"
   "Of course!  Here Babydoll."
   "Hi Mommy."
   "Hi Sweetheart.  Are you okay?  Is everything alright?"
   "Everything is WONDERFUL, Mommy.  Do you remember when you and Daddy
told me when I was old enough to make decisions for myself, that you would
not stand in my way?  Sam is going to keep me with him and make me his wife
when I turn eighteen.  I'm going to stay with him as HIS daughter until
then.  I'll still come and see you and Daddy everyday if you want, but I'm
going to live with Sam now and for the rest of my life as his girlfriend
and lover."
   "You . . .  oo . . .  oo . . .  oo ARE?"
   "Uh-huh!  He has made me the happiest girl in the whole world tonight,
and I'm going to do everything I can to make him happy too.  I don't want
you to be mad, but he made me a woman tonight.  It was wonderful.  We
enjoyed it over and over and over.  In fact, we're laying in his bathtub
right now still making love.  Are you mad at me Mommy?"
   "Well, no Sweetheart.  You know that Daddy and I want you to have
anything you want, and always be happy.  If you want Sam to be your daddy
now, then that's what we'll do.  I love you very much Baby."
   Somehow, that sounded a lot like Sam as she felt a warm shiver going
down her back.
   "I love you too, Mommy.  With all my heart.  I mean, with all your
DAUGHTER'S heart.  My woman's heart now belongs completely to Sam.  I hope
that doesn't sound bad."
   "No, of course not Sweetheart!  I know what you mean . . .  mmmmm . . .
hmmmm . . .  aaahhhh.  Can I talk to Sam now, please?"
   "Okay, bye Mommy.  Here Honey."
   "Thank you Babydoll.  Yes.  Lucy?"
   "We'll finish talking about this tomorrow, Sam.  We'll have the
necessary papers written up and make it all perfectly legal.  We can talk
about your offer then.  Listen, I've got to go.  Steve wants me to give his
buddy a blow-job and I can't do that and talk on the phone at the same
time. We'll talk tomorrow, okay?  Bye!"
   Before the phone hit the cradle Sam could hear someone cram something in
her mouth, and what distinctly sounded like someone pumping her in the ass.
The slurping and smacking sounds were as clear as a bell.
   "Looks like your Mommy isn't going to mind too much, is she?"
   "No, not really!  She and Daddy like to go out and have love making
parties with all their friends so it shouldn't be too long before they have
another daughter real soon.  After I start having my periods, you can give
me a baby too, okay Honey?"
   "That would be wonderful, Babydoll.  Would you want a boy or a girl?"
   "Oh, a GIRL, definitely!  Then you could show her how much you love HER
little pussy too."
   "You wouldn't mind if I licked and pushed my fingers up her pussy?"
   "Of course not, silly.  I would want you to give her as much pleasure
everyday as you have given me today.  Oh, and I am going to make you keep
your promise . . .  I want you to fuck me again in about an hour.  This
time, I want you to go REAL SLOW, and I want you to tie me up on Sara's
bed. I want you to do all the naughty and nasty things to me that you and I
have ever thought about, and I want you to enjoy everything, promise?"
   As Becca was talking, Sam lifted her up, turned her around so her back
was toward him, and lay her back down, never once breaking contact inside
her.  He then put one hand on her mons and searched gingerly with his
middle finger until he found her clit and started rubbing it softly.  His
other hand started caressing each breast, fondling her nipples and making
circles around the crowns of her areolas.  Her arms went back toward his
face as she rubbed his cheeks with the palms of her outstretched hands.
   "I'm going to ask you to do something for me, Babydoll."
   "Anything!"
   "From now on, anytime we are in the house alone, I want you to be naked.
I want to see your beautiful little body everywhere we are.  I want to see
your breasts bounce when you walk toward me and I want to see your bum
jiggle as you walk away.  And when you're about ten or fifteen feet away
from me, walking away, I'm going to have you turn around and walk back so I
can see your delicious pussy as it moves and 'talks to me', your lips
wiggling back and forth, in and out.  And if I feel like it, I may have you
bend over in front of me so I can see how you look from your clit to your
pink little asshole."
   "Will you promise to touch me and tickle me if I want you too?"
   "Ohhh, Yeahhhh!  In fact, you might get pretty tired of me always poking
and prodding you, licking and sucking, squeezing and fondling all over your
body."
   "NEVER!"
   His hands never stopped their movements, never quickening, never slowing
down.  Just a constant barrage of touching and caressing that her body had
never felt before, that she hoped would never end.
  
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   After Lucy and Steve talked it over, they knew it was the best thing for
Becky.  They realized that someone like Sam might never come along again in
her whole life, and they didn't want to take the chance that they were
right.  The following Thursday, they all met at some lawyer's office
downtown.  Sam and Becca met Lucy and Steve in the parking lot, exchanging
hugs and kisses.  The paperwork was completed, all signatures doubled and
tripled, they even let Becca sign a few papers and put her thumbprint on a
copy of her original birth certificate.
   Sam loved to dress Becca up in Sara's clothes, including that black
g-string that started it all.  He loved to see her put it on and take it
off, over and over, watching where every string, every piece of fabric was
hidden between her legs and up her gorgeous gash.  Thursday was no
different.  She wore that black g-string under her favorite blue denim
skirt, her skirt pulled all the way up to her tummy so he could see her
legs and her mound as she sat on his lap.  Every once in a while, Steve
would lean really far forward to see around Lucy, up his daughter's legs
and right into that tiny little g-string.  It made Becca proud to know that
her first Daddy was now able to see her like this, as a little woman, not a
little girl.  Once, when she knew Steve was looking, she spread her legs a
little and pulled the g-string to the side so he could see her slit.  His
eyes lit up, and a nervous smile appeared on his face.
   Steve was envious, almost jealous that Sam was able to make love to
Becky, touch her, dress her and undress her in those naughty clothes.  He
knew that he could have done it, but was afraid of her and of the
consequences of trying to have two lovers in the same house.  He got a real
stiffy thinking about how she must look going around the house naked,
posing and modelling for Sam.  Steve knew that Sam touched and fondled
Becky all the time, he could see it in their faces.  They looked at each
other as if they were fucking in front of all of them, just like the first
time, over and over.
   Once all the paperwork was done, Sam and Becca took Lucy and Steve to
the local ice cream driveup and bought everyone cones and softdrinks.  They
sat in Sam's new convertible with the top down.  As usual, Becca was on
Sam's lap, one of his hands on her legs, fondling and probing the fold of
her labia.  Steve wanted to watch so bad but couldn't figure out a way to
lean that far forward from the back seat.  Lucy was getting just a little
perturbed with his constant attempts to see his former daughter's pussy.
   "Steve, why are you so interested in seeing Becky's pussy NOW?  She
lived with us for more than twelve years and you're just NOW getting
interested.  Why didn't you try to see it before?"
   "Yeah, Steve, why didn't you want to see my pussy and touch it before
last week?"
   Steve had to extracate himself from this one on his own.  He couldn't
tell Becky to shut up or Lucy to stop asking stupid questions.  He knew he
had to try to find the words that even HE didn't know existed.
   "I don't know how to answer that girls.  I guess I never really thought
of Becky as a young woman as Sam does.  I always saw her as my little girl,
nothing more.  Now that she belongs to Sam, it's almost like she is a
different woman, a stranger, a beautiful and very sexy stranger."
   "You really think I'm sexy, Steve?"
   "Yes, I do Becky."
   "Steve, would you please call me Becca.  Sam does and I like it a lot
more than Becky."
   "Okay, Becca."
   Steve waited a few moments to ask his next question, one that both Becca
and Sam knew was coming.
   "Becca?"
   "Yes, Steve."
   "Would you let me see your pussy again, please?  PLEASE?"
   "What do you think, Honey?  Would you mind if Steve saw it one last
time?"
   "No, as long as it WAS the last time.  And he has to stay sitting in the
back seat.  He can't get up, agreed?"
   "That's fine with me, Honey, thanks.  I know it means a lot to him."
   Lucy then piped up.
   "Steve would you mind if Sam saw MY pussy?  He can do whatever he wants,
and whatever Becca will let him get away with."
   Steve was shocked.  His wife wanted Becca's new Daddy to see and
possibly even touch her pussy.  He didn't know if he liked this deal.  Then
Steve spoke up, with the complaint that everyone knew was coming.
   "Why can't I touch Becky, I mean Becca's pussy?  If Lucy is going to let
Sam touch hers, then why can't I touch Becca's?"
   He was beginning to sound like a six year old boy, trying to bargain his
way into his favorite toy or dessert.  Lucy was the one to make the final
decision.
   "Steve, those are the terms, take it or leave it.  It's up to Becca what
Sam can do, either look, or touch or both.  But you have to keep your butt
planted to that seat.  Got it!"
   I think Steve was a little surprised at Lucy's determination.  I think
giving Becca to Sam was going to be Lucy's 'swan song'.  She was now, more
than ever, bound and determined to exercise her position and begin taking
more control.
   They all waited for Steve to accept the terms as they casually finished
the cones and softdrinks.  Sam kept licking Becca's face where she smeared
ice cream all over it.  It was beginning to get on Steve's nerves.  He
could also see Sam's arm move back and forth across Becca's legs.  He
couldn't see what his hands were doing, but he had a REAL good idea!  Becca
just sat there, finishing her soft drink and occassionally looking up at
Sam with love and lust in her eyes and smiling.  Becca knew it would make
Steve madder, but she reached up and kissed Sam on the lips and sucked one
of his lips into her mouth, making a slurping 'pop' as she let it go. 
Steve's eyes grew cold and distant as he was beginning to realize just what
he was going to be missing out on.
   Becca then leaned up closer to Sam, covered his ear and whispered
something to him.  Sam's head nodded up and down in agreement.  She then
motioned for Lucy to lean forward so she could be 'in' on the secret.  She
also nodded in agreement.  Then we all looked at Steve as Becca spoke.
   "Okay, Steve, we're going to alter the terms a little just to make you
happy, but you have to abide by them, COMPLETELY!  Agreed?"
   "What are the terms?"
   "You can touch my pussy this one time for exactly one minute, but you
can't be rough or crude or I'll say 'STOP'."
   "OKAY!"
   "I'm not done yet.  You also have to sit there as my lover gets to do
anything he wants to Lucy . . .  for TEN minutes.  ANYTHING!  Agreed? 
AGREED?"
   "Let me think, LET ME THINK!"
   Then Lucy spoke up.
   "Remember Honey, you'll get to do whatever I LET you when we get home,
but you'll never get a chance to touch Becca again.  Ever!  You see,
they're moving in a couple of weeks to a city far, far away, and you'll not
get another chance like this one, ever.  So think fast!"
   "OKAY!  OKAY!  Deal!  But I want a full minute!  You promised."
   Becca never realized just how much her first Daddy sounded like a little
boy when he wasn't getting his way.  It made him look so childish. 
Secretly, Lucy agreed.
   "Okay, you can lean forward and put your face on the edge of the seat,
but you have to keep your hands behind the seat."
   "YOU SAID I . . ."
   "Don't WORRY, Steve, I know what I told you and you'll get your chance.
Just pipe down!"
   Becca was beginning to sound more mature than Steve.  It was beginning
to get embarrassing.
   "Now, put your face where I told you, come on."
   Steve reluctantly complied.
   "This feels stupid.  You're trying to make a fool of me in front of your
Mother and Sam."
   "Steve, her name is Lucy and we aren't trying to make a fool out of you.
You're doing a good job of that yourself, now DO AS YOU'RE TOLD!"
   [Whoa!  She really knows when to lay down the law, doesn't she?  Yeah,
and it's exciting, too!]
   His chin was rather stupidly pressed against the top of the front seat,
looking forward.  Sam and Becca put their drink glasses and their unused
napkins on the tray clipped to the driver's side window.  Becca then kissed
Sam as before and he picked her up by the waist and set her down on the
floor in front of the passenger's seat, facing backward, her back pressed
against the dashboard, her knees spread apart a little.
   "Okay, Honey.  Go ahead."
   As she spoke to Sam, she put her hands on her tiny waist.  Sam was
really enjoying this.  Lucy leaned forward looking over the edge of the
seat and put her right hand up her skirt and inside her panties, moving it
back and forth.
   Sam reached around behind Becca's bum and put his hands up her skirt,
making sure he didn't block Steve's view in the slightest.  He hooked his
fingers under the elastic waistband of her g-string and started to pull it
down, slowly, knowing it would torture Steve even more.  Beads of sweat
started to form on Steve's forehead as his heart started to pound in his
chest, louder and louder.
   Soon, Steve could see the whole g-string as Sam kept pulling it down,
until finally he let it go, the now empty garment at Becca's feet.  Then
Sam took the hem of each side of her skirt into both of his hands and
started to pull it up, not nearly as slowly as he had removed her sexy
undergarment.
   As Sam pulled her skirt higher and higher, Becca shifted the position of
her hands so she could hold her skirt for Steve to see and let Sam be ready
to react if Steve decided to do something stupid.  She stood there for
about two minutes, staring straight into Steve's face, unflinching and
never breaking her gaze.  Steve couldn't stop looking at her gorgeous
mound, it's fleshy fullness, her plump lips sticking forward as if they
were added after the mold was already cast.
   She just stood there, waiting to see how long Steve was going to stare
at her.  She was determined to outlast him.
   [I can assure you, when her mind was made up, she was going to win.  I
know!]
   He couldn't stand it anymore!  He had to see how it felt.  He never
noticed Lucy, fingering herself furiously next to him.  Sam did!  He
actually turned around once to see why the car was shaking so much and saw
Lucy staring back at him in half slitted eyes and a crooked smile on her
face as she was working on her own pussy.
   "May I touch it now, please?"
   Boy, did his attitude change.  He acted like he had manners again.
   "Not just yet.  You have to wait for my Lover to do it first.  Go ahead,
Honey."
   Sam delicately started caressing her mound with the flats of his
fingers, just caressing the front of her mons, stroking it up and down very
slowly.  He then bent the tip of his middle finger in at the first knuckle
and started twiddling her clit, very, very slowly.  His hand started down
toward her crotch as he straightened out his middle finger and started
pushing it into her vulva, spreading her labia gently as he moved further
and further down that precious, dark gash.  Soon his finger was
disappearing into her vagina, the first digit segment, then the second,
then his finger was gone altogether.
   As her eyes closed and her mouth opened, she made a soft low whimper. 
Sam noticed this sound and chose this moment to show Steve and Lucy just
what a wonderful pair of lovers thay had become.  He started wiggling his
finger back and forth, right across her Grafenburg spot against the front
wall of the inside of her pussy.  Once he found it, he concentrated on it
and began caressing her clit with his thumb, not hard, but deliberately. 
Within about a minute, both Becca and Lucy were having an orgasm, their
bodies shaking and gyrating gently in the sun and the soft breeze.
   Becca never once changed her position, her feet planted firmly on the
floormat in front of her seat, her hands locked at her sides, her skirt
pulled up high enough to show off the entirety of her sexy form.  Sam even
tugged her top up slightly so show off her cute belly button, an 'inny'.
   Sam loved to tickle her belly button with his tongue.  Becca liked Sam
to use his dick.  They both enjoyed her body immensely.  And now, Steve and
Lucy were witness to their beautiful love affair, Sam getting great delight
at every opportunity to give her, or help her get an orgasm.
   Steve was dumbfounded.  As Becca was starting to come down from her
climax, Lucy was still shaking from hers.  Sam was completely in love with
his new girlfriend, daughter, sex partner, lover and hopefully life-long
mate.
   Sam slowly removed his finger from Becca's now juicy orifice, making a
soft slurping 'snap' as his finger passed the opening of her vagina.
   It took Becca about two minutes before she opened her eyes, looking
directly at Sam as she smiled.
   "I love you, Honey.  Okay, Steve.  Now remember, you can't be too rough
or I'll make you stop.  Got it?"
   "Yes."
   "Give me your right hand."
   His hand appeared from behind the seat, stretched toward her, almost
hitting her in the stomach.
   "Remember, my Lover is right here beside me, so don't try anything
stupid."
   Sam stared straight at Steve's face with a blank stare, looking almost
like a pitbull just before it lurches out to rip into someone.  Steve
recognized that look and played it cool.
   "Honey, please hold my skirt up."
   Sam, replaced her right hand with his left, his other hand flat against
the seat directly under Steve's arm.  She directed his hand almost exactly
like Sam's had moved, but Steve wasn't nearly as skilled or graceful as Sam
and Steve knew it.  He tried pushing his fingers between her legs, but
Becca snapped "STEVE!", and he stopped pushing.  She continued guiding his
hand and fingers where-ever she wanted them to go, eventually letting him
push one of his fingers inside her tight cunt.  His motions and hands were
rough and she really didn't care for him touching her there, but she had
made a deal and she was going to stick by her word the whole way through.
   "Has it been three minutes yet, Honey?" she asked Sam.
   "Three and a half!"
   With that, she pulled his finger out of her, and pushed it back up into
Steve's face, almost ramming it into his nose.
   "I gave you two and a half extra minutes, because I still love you as my
first Daddy.  But I'm glad you NEVER did that at home.  You're not anywhere
near as good as my lover is.  He really knows how to please me.  He isn't
rough or pushy or crude.  He can do the nastiest thing in the world to me
and it still feels like he loves me with all his heart and soul.  You need
to take lessons from someone like my Honey.  You could learn a lot.  I'm
not trying to be mean or cruel, but you need to learn how to please a
woman. I'm sure Lucy would enjoy her sex a lot more if you took your time
and learned to be more gentle."
   Both Steve and Lucy were stunned.  Their former twelve year old daughter
was giving her former father pointers on sex, FOR HER MOTHER!  Their minds
were swimming.
   "Put my panties on for me please, Honey."
   "Sure."
   He reached between her legs with a moist towelette and gently cleaned
her slit from back to front, her eyes closing in sheer pleasure as he
rubbed her back and forth.  He then took a clean napkin from the tray still
clipped to the window at his left and tenderly dried her off, finishing the
task with a final tactile inspection.
   He reached down to pull up her g-string and as he leaned all the way
forward to her feet, he delicately kissed her on her slit, just where her
clit was hiding.  He then pulled them back up, with no hesitation or delay.
Once the front of the fabric looked as if it were properly being
positioned, he ran his fingers between her legs from behind and pushed the
string between her labia and butt cheeks a few times, making sure they had
come to rest where he had tucked them this morning.  He then reached
forward one more time and kissed her g-string, directly over her fleshy
pud. He finished his task by pulling her skirt back down to it's 'public
position', and picked her up, placing her back in his lap.  She looked at
him right in the eyes, melted his heart once more and said "I love you,
Honey, with all my heart."
   "I love you too, Babydoll, with all of my heart, my soul and my life.  I
am yours forever!"
   They ended their love bond with a kiss.
   Lucy was getting jealous, but not the bad kind of jealousy.  The wanton,
envious kind.  She was wishing that she could be Becca, even for a day.
   Becca turned to look at Lucy, and then back at Sam.
   "Would you like to play with Lucy now?  You can do anything that Lucy
wants you to do, for as long as she will let you, RIGHT STEVE?"
   She had kept her part of the deal, and even let him linger inside her
for more than three minutes.  If he was to preserve any of his honor and
decency, he had to agree to anything now.
   "Lucy, would you like to have my lover touch and tickle you, or would
you just prefer to leave it just as it is?"
   Lucy couldn't believe her ears.  Her former daughter had more tact and
political savvy that she had ever suspected.  She was actually giving Lucy
an open opportunity to back out with no repercussions.  Sam was a VERY
lucky guy!
   "If you don't mind and Sam would like to, he can do anything he wants to
me, but he has to give me at least one orgasm, and not a quick one.  One
that I will remember for a long time."
   "Okay, get out and come around to my side in front."
   Lucy got out of the car and walked around the front, wiggling her butt
and proudly strutting as if she was about to get the best fuck she had in
years.  She got in the front passenger side and sat down, her left leg bent
up on top of the seat, her right leg toward the front of the car, hoping
this would please Sam, or Becca, or both.  Her wet panties were plainly in
view, and the musky smell of her pussy juices was filling the air around
them.  Sam remembered that smell, but wasn't sure if he liked it or not. 
Becca didn't smell that way at all, even after they had been having sex all
day.  Sam knew it was her own natural perfume, and breathed in deeply a
couple of times so he could keep the memory fresh.
   "What would you like to do, Lover?  Would you like for me to pull her
panties down?"
   Sam nodded as he leaned back and watched intently.
   "Becca, you promised that HE would give me an orgasm!"
   Now SHE was starting to sound like a child, and Becca felt a little sad.
   "Okay, Honey.  Why don't you do everything.  I think Lucy doubts my
promise."
   As Becca climbed back onto Sam's lap, Lucy blushed a crimson red,
knowing she had made a fool of herself.  As Becca pulled Sam's left hand
around her back to her chest and across her left breast, she held up his
right hand toward Lucy and kissed him.  Sam slid across the seat toward
Lucy and started caressing her left leg, starting at the knee and working
higher up a little at a time.
   Lucy's heart was pounding and her chest was rising and falling in
exaggerated movements, her big full breasts heaving in and out as she took
in and released each breath.  It had been a long time since someone made
her feel like this and she was alreay starting to feel like her pelvis was
ready to explode.  Sure, Lucy had been with dozens of men, but none of them
took the time to make HER feel good first, nor pleasure her longer than
him. Now, she was about to enjoy the talents of her daughter's lover, right
in front of her own husband.
   Steve returned his head to the top of the front seat, his hands down to
his feet.  He looked surprisingly tranquil.
   Sam eventually pressed his hand further and felt the wetness of Lucy's
now completely soaked panties.  As he was delicately stroking the outside
of Lucy's mound through her panties, he was twiddling and squeezing Becca's
left braless breast, her nipples pushing out against her blouse, plainly
visible by anyone that could have been walking twenty feet away.
   Sam decided not to torture Lucy too much, and pushed his fingers under
the elastic band around her left leg, right next to her vulva.  Lucy looked
a little disappointed.  She was hoping that Sam would undress her, so it
would be easier for him to gain full contact with her clit, vagina and
labia lips.  Lucy desperately wanted to feel the sun and warm breeze on her
naked pussy and shifted her hips forward, hinting to Sam to take her
panties off NOW!
   "Would you like Sam to take those off?" Becca asked.
   "Please?" in a voice that sounded like it came out of a body the size of
Becca's.
   "Go ahead, Honey." Sam leaned forward and kissed Becca again.  She
smiled.
   Sam pushed Lucy's left leg toward her right, and then tugged at the hem
of her skirt, pulling it up as high as he could get it without using his
other hand.  Without anyone realizing it, Steve slid his hand around the
outside edge of the front seat, grabbed the other hem and pulled it as high
as Sam had pulled it, her skirt now completely uncovering her white, hip
hugger panties.
   Lucy looked good.  She did a very good job of maintaining a nice figure,
including a narrow waist and smooth even hips.
   As Sam hooked his middle finger into her elastic waistband, Lucy turned
to Steve and said "Steve, now you let him do everything.  I appreciate your
wanting to help, but this is between Sam, Becca and me.  Okay?" Steve
nodded in agreement, and returned his face to the seat and his right hand
toward the floor at his feet.
   As Sam started pulling them down, Lucy lifted her bum off the seat, and
they eventually found their way to her feet, being pushed to the floormat
as she brushed her feet back and forth.  Sam then gently tugged at her
thigh so he could see where Becca had come from, and Lucy again swung her
leg up onto the seat, her completely shaved pussy now in the sunlight.  It
looked like a larger version of Becca's, her mound pushing out very
strongly, her labia lips fat and full, no discernable clit anywhere and no
labia minoris.
   Sam actually got excited at this new sight, but remembered just how much
he preferred Becca's beautiful cunny.
   "Babydoll, would you please pull your skirt up for me and take your
g-string off so I could see yours too?"
   "Of course, Honey.  You know I'll do whatever you want."
   As Sam started to explore Lucy's vulva, Becca was pulling off her
undies, gaining Steve's attention.
   "Steve, you can look as much as you want, but you're no longer allowed
to touch, okay?"
   Steve could satisfy himself with this, after all, he thought he would
never get a chance to see it again, anyway!
   Once Becca was finished undressing herself, she pulled her skirt up just
as high as Lucy's.  Sam then adjusted his left hand to Becca's pud and
immediately pushed his middle finger between her legs from behind.  As Lucy
was watching Sam twiddle both her and Becca, she started feeling a little
faint, but hoped nobody would notice.
   Sam found Lucy's clit and started to massage the alphabet over and
across it.  Soon both of the girls were softly whispering "C", "D", "E",
"F" . . .  Steve never caught on, and probably never would!  When Sam got
to "M", he felt Becca's legs start to quiver, then he noticed Lucy doing
the same thing.  He kept his pace up "P", "Q", "R", "eehhhhhssss",
tuhhhhheee", "ooo, ooo, yeeoooooo", "duhhhh . . .  " Lucy was the first to
go, "Mmhhhfffff, mmhhhfffff, mmhhhfffff".  What a glorious sound.  Then
Becca's little high-pitched whimpers, the sound unlike anything Sam had
ever heard before he met Becca.
   Soon the car was gently rocking, each of the girls seemed to have their
spasms in close rhythm, almost as if they were listening to the same
sexually stimulating score.
   They both came down off their zenith and started to slowly jerk forward
more and more, finishing with a deep exhale.  When Lucy was able to collect
her thoughts, she finally spoke.
   "My Gosh, Becca.  Don't you EVER let this man go!  'Cause if you do, I'm
going to find him and keep him for myself."
   She forgot that Steve was sitting just inches away from her, enjoying
the 'floor show'.  Just as she thought it was over, Sam slid his middle
finger between Lucy's labia and gently pryed them apart as he headed to her
vagina, his actions being matched move for move on Becca.
   Becca knew that Sam liked to do a lot of different things, one right
after another, so she was prepared for it more than Lucy and spread her
legs apart a little more.  As she leaned further back against Sam's chest,
she started caressing her own breasts inside her blouse from the waist. 
Steve was about to shoot a load through the seat and if he could have
gotten away with it, he would have pulled his woody out and stroked it
himself.
   After about fifteen minutes of constant rhythmic finger fucking, both
girls again peaked and then slowly, ever so slowly, came back down to
Earth. Sam tried to extend the sensation for both of them by decreasing the
frequency of each insertion, but maintained a constant depth inside them.
Neither of them tried to pull Sam's fingers out or push his hands away.  He
knew exactly what he was doing and they were going to let him do what ever
he wanted.  Becca experienced this the first day after they had proclaimed
love for each other and looked forward to each new day so she could
experience it all over again.
   Sam removed his fingers from each of them and reached for another wet
towelette.  He washed each of them from back to front, and then dried them
with a couple more napkins.  After he completed his drying duties, he
caressed each of them at the same time with his hands, pressing lightly
with his middle fingers at the appropriate places.
   "Okay, all done!  But ladies, please don't put your panties back on just
yet."
   They felt both beautiful and naughty at the same time.  Becca loved it.
She got to parade around the whole house and most of the back yard
completely nude.  She knew how much Sam liked it and she cherished to
opportunity to show off for him.
   Becca turned to Sam and said "Thank you again, Honey.  I love you very
much."
   "I love you too, Babydoll.  I always will." Then they kissed to seal
their love bond.
   "Steve, can I come back there and sit with you now?" asked Lucy.
   "Come back here, Lover.  There are some new things that I need to try
out on you."
   Sam interrupted.
   "How about if we all went to our own houses and fucked our lovers for
the rest of the afternoon . . .  heck for the rest of the damn DAY?"
   "Good idea!  But we better pick up something to eat, because I don't
think I want you spending too much time in the kitchen tonight.  At least
not cooking!" Becca said with a sexy smile on her face as she pulled Sam's
right hand into her pussy and his left hand back up to her left breast.
   "Okay, I can't wait any longer.  I need to take care of my Babydoll, and
fast!"
   Sam wasn't kidding.  If he didn't get her home soon, she might try to
mount his erect cock before they got out of the car.
   Lucy leaned over to Becca and gave her a big, motherly hug.  She
suspected she wouldn't be seeing her for quite some time.  Steve also
seemed to understand, and reached out for her to come hug him before they
got out.  He didn't even try to touch her.  He just hugged her around her
back and waist.  As Steve was hugging Becca, Lucy reached around her former
daughter and leaned toward Sam, hoping he would also give her a hug, but
for a different reason.
   As Sam started leaning toward Lucy, he slipped his right hand under
Becca's skirt in front between her and the seat and pushed it up between
her legs, stopping with his fingers pushing gently between her vulva.  He
then reached out with his left hand and before he could put it around
Lucy's right shoulder, she reached out and pulled it into her blouse and
against her right breast, inside her low cut bra.  Sam knew she needed to
be played with some more, since like daughter, like mother, so he obliged
her and started squeezing her nipple, rolling it back and forth between his
index and middle fingers.
   Sam then noticed Steve's hand pass around the right side of the
passenger seat on the way to Becca's bum.  He could feel her skirt being
lifted and his hand squeezing and massaging her cheeks one at a time, back
and forth.  As long as Becca didn't object, he would permit this last
grope, since Steve would most likely never be able to do it again.  EVER!
   They stayed like that for about ten minutes, squeezing, groping,
twiddling, massaging, kissing.  Becca was the first to move, her left hand
pushing Steve's hand away from her bum.  Sam could feel Steve resisting
her, so he released his hold on Becca's vagina and grabbed Steve's right
arm with his right hand and pressed the tip of his thumb into the inside of
Steve's wrist between the major tendons.  Steve reeled in pain, trying to
pull his hand back as hard as he could.
   "Becca said that if she wanted you to stop that you should stop, now
didn't she?"
   "YES!  YES!  YES!  Now let go!"
   "What's the magic word?"
   "Please.  PLEASE!"
   Lucy turned to Steve and scolded him.
   "Steve, why do you always have to ruin a beautiful moment with your
improperly timed passionate lust?  Sometimes you really make me mad! 
Goodbye, Baby.  Goodbye Sam."
   She kissed both her daughter and Sam as Steve was licking his wounds,
exiting Sam's car, slamming the door as he got out.  Lucy grabbed Sam's
left hand and pressed it between her legs one more time as she looked at
Becca with a smile on her face.
   "Becca, you really have a good find!  I want you to know that I'm more
than just a little jealous, but I'm happy for you, I really am."
   "Thank you Mommy!"
   Lucy was surprised.  Becca called her 'Mommy' one more time.
   "Mommy, if you want, you can come visit Sam and me by yourself after we
get settled in our new house.  If it's okay with my Honey, maybe you could
stay a couple of weeks and we could get reacquainted as a new family."
   "Babydoll, Lucy can stay as long as you want her to.  You know that I
will do whatever you want."
   "What if I wanted you to make love to both Lucy and me at the same
time?"
   "Sounds like fun!"
   "Oh Becca, that sounds like so much fun.  You call me at the office when
you're ready for me."
   "Okay, Mommy.  I will."
   Lucy's pussy started getting wet again and Sam's hand was going to need
another napkin before he started driving.  Her insides were on fire with
the thought of making love to both Sam and Becca, especially away from
Steve.  Steve never seemed to take care of her needs before he was done. 
That's when Lucy couldn't resist the temptation any longer and began
frigging herself with Sam's fingers.  She closed her eyes and began working
his middle and index fingers against her clit with absolute abandon.  Sam
decided it would be a good idea to get Lucy off as quickly as possible
before Steve made a scene.
   With two fingers pushed inside Lucy's pussy and his thumb rolling over
her clitty, Sam applied increasing pressure until she started to softly
buck against him.  Becca became aroused in little over ten seconds and
began to hungrily work her young pussy against Sam's other hand, Sam
providing her with equal stimulation.  Within another minute, both girls
were gently gyrating in Sam's new car like a couple of teenagers in the
back of a big four door sedan.  Both Lucy and Becca seemed to be sexually
locked and thrusted against Sam's hands at the same moment.
   When they were both satisfied, Sam removed his fingers and cleaned them
both up.
   When she felt nice and clean and very naughty, Lucy flashed Sam once
more, her skirt pulled up as high as she could without the other patrons
taking notice.  Then she noticed that Steve had already driven off, the
jerk!
   "Why does that asshole pull that kind of crap.  He knows that if he
makes me really mad, he's not going to get any pussy for a couple of
weeks!"
   Sam replied "Some men never learn.  Their pride and their balls are
bigger than their brains."
   "Are you sure you don't have an exact twin brother somewhere?  I could
really use a good fuck right now!"
   "Sam Honey, would you mind if Lucy came home with us and we made love in
the pool like you and I did last night?"
   "As long as you don't mind, Babydoll.  I don't want to get Lucy in
trouble, though."
   "Steve will cool off, it's just going to take him a couple of days. 
He'll just think I went and spent the night at the motel, like I usually
do."
   "Is that where you go, Mommy?  I never knew!  I always thought you went
on a business trip!"
   "Well, how about if we talk about it on the way to the chinese food
restaurant, my treat!  Sam, are you ready?"
   "Sure but you both need to buckle up, okay?  Oh, yes . . .  you also
have to pull your skirts up as high as they will go.  That's a basic rule
that I started with Becca, Lucy."
   "We also have to walk around the house and the pool naked, Mommy, all
the time.  I think it's fun.  You will too!"
   "Becca, Honey?"
   "Yes, Mommy?"
   "I hope you don't get mad at me if I hog Sam for a while tonight.  I
really need some of what he's got and what he can do.  I know you're
letting me 'borrow' him this time, but I just want you to know that I've
been needing someone to treat me nice and fuck my brains out for a long
long time.  And not like Steve's friends like to do.  I mean a nice slow
screw that takes more than four minutes.  Those guys think they have to run
some kind of race to see who can spray first."
   "Well, Mommy.  You're gonna love Sam.  He likes to take care of me first
at least three times before he even starts to stick his pretty cock in me.
And even then, he tries to get me off one or two more times before he's
finished."
   In a low voice, Lucy said "Oh, My GOSH!  You lucky little sex kitten."
   "That's what Sam calls me sometimes!"
   Sam had a smile on his face so wide his ears almost popped off his head.
They drove up to the chinese fast food restaurant and they each ordered two
dishes.  They knew they were going to need their strength after a long
night of foreplay and sex.
   When they drove into the driveway they each were ready to jump out of
the car the moment it stopped.  As soon as the garage door closed both
girls peeled off their clothes and carried them away from their most
attractive parts.  Lucy was particularly excited about being able to walk
around in the nude.  She used to love to go to the nude beach and show off
her big, full breasts and fat, juicy pussy.
   As soon as the girls made their way through the kitchen hallway toward
the livingroom, Becca asked "Mommy, one of the things that Sam likes to do
is to touch me and fondle me whenever he goes by.  Would that be okay with
you, too?"
   "My goodness, YES!  Does he do that ALL the time?"
   "Ever since I came over last Friday.  He loves to touch me all the time!
Everything we do from the time we get up, till the time we go to back to
bed, he always has his hands either on me, in me or near me.  It's the best
feeling I've even known."
   "I wonder if Sam would like to adopt me as HIS daughter too?  It sounds
like a real sex paradise around him."
   "Oh, Mommy.  I wish you could stay with us.  We could try to wear him
out with our pussies and our butts and our mouths.  I don't think his hands
would ever be empty or his cock ever see the light of day."
   As Becca was talking to her like that, Lucy would forget that Becca was
her daughter, and pictured her as her best friend, with similar interests
and lusty desires.
   "Becky, I mean BECCA, would you like to eat some food before we go
swimming, or would you like to wait?"
   "Let's get wet!"
   "Babydoll!?!?!"
   Sam's voice almost sounded angry, Becca's heart dropped and she stumbled
her way to him, thinking that she must have done something terribly wrong.
   {Doesn't he want Mommy to stay with us?  I hope he's not really mad!}
   Lucy followed close behind, hoping she wasn't the reason for Sam's
disappointment.
   As they approached him, he had just put all the boxes of chinese food in
the fridge and had turned around.
   "Come over here!"
   Her heart jumped out of her chest.
   Sam wasn't mad.  She just forgot that he liked to put his face between
her butt cheeks whenever they entered the house.  She was so busy talking
to Lucy that she forgot.  A smile grew on her face as he looked at her
beautiful, chubby little body.  She reached out both hands as if to direct
him somewhere, and he put his hands in hers, following her to the first
lounge chair in the livingroom.  She lay down across the arm closest the
kitchen, her butt the highest point of her body, her pud pressing against
the soft, warm leather.
   Sam squat down behind her, between her legs as Lucy looked on, not quite
sure if he was going to wrip her or what.  He undid his belt and his pants.
Lucy was thinking the worst, but Becca didn't have any marks on her bum, so
it couldn't be a whipping.  He gently spread her legs a little more as she
propped her head up with one of the fluffy pillows nearby.
   Sam then started to bury his face into Becca's ass, licking, sucking and
fingering her up and down, her little moans and whimpers giving away her
pleasure.
   After about ten minutes of this wonderful display, and about eight
minutes of masturbation, Lucy started to moan and whimper as well.
   "HEY!  Not fair!  That's supposed to be my job!" Sam said, trying to get
Lucy to stop before she robbed him of his fun.  A shakey grin appeared on
her face and she tried desperately not to keep touching herself.
   "Mommy, let Sam do that for you!"
   "Well, he better hurry, 'cause I need some of what you're getting."
   "Sam Honey, would you mind if you did my Mommy first?"
   "Of course not.  As long as you don't mind."
   As soon as the words left his mouth, Becca was already trying to push
herself up.  Sam helped her up, as usual.
   "Okay, Mommy.  Lay down right here like I did.  You have to put your
pussy right here so he can push his fingers and tongue in and you also have
to spread your legs so he can push his face in between your butt cheeks."
   Hearing her decribe what she had just seen was getting her even more
excited.  As Sam guided Lucy forward across the arm of the lounge chair, he
delicately ran his fingers across her puffy mound just to see what it felt
like before he let her bend over.  She stopped for a moment, letting his
hand go anywhere it wanted to.  Realizing that Lucy really needed to be
prepared before he gave her first tongue lashing to her, he looked up at
her face and held her hand and asked, "Would you like for me to take care
of you before we start doing what makes me feel good?"
   +What could possibly be better than what he was about to do?+ she
thought to herself.
   "Would you mind?  I feel like I'm about to explode!"
   "Okay come lay over here." He pointed to the full sized leather sofa
directly across from the lounge chair they had been standing next to. 
Before they could get there, Becca climbed on and scooted to one end,
thinking that Sam was going to lay Lucy out along it's length.
   "Sit next to Becca and push your hips as far forward as you can
comfortably sit.  Yes, like Becca is doing."
   As soon as Becca got into position, Sam couldn't resist and immediately
started licking his young lover's pussy.
   Becca again started moaning and whimpering.  Taking her cues from Becca,
Lucy sat right next to Becca, pushing her full, long leg against Sam's left
arm.  Almost instantaneously, his left hand began probing her, starting at
her left inner thigh, and working its way closer and closer to Heaven and
her salvation.  As he reached her vulva, he gently pushed his middle finger
slowly into her vagina, making sure he took his time.  He didn't want to
let her get off too soon!  He started pushing his finger in and our, in,
out, in, out.  She was in absolute extacy, complete contentment.  Sam could
feel Becca about to burst, so he concentrated on her for a minute, while
Lucy 'borrowed' Sam's digit for pleasure practice.  She rammed it in and
out of her vagina, increasing her frequency and depth with every thrust.
   Becca started to climax and pulled his face into her vulva, Sam smiling
widely.  She couldn't tell.  Once Becca was temporarily satisfied, he
started massaging her mound with his right hand and let Becca push it and
pull it whereever she wanted.  He then pushed his way between Lucy's legs
and removed his finger.
   "Oh, You RAT!"
   "Let's see if you say that in two minutes." he replied.  He then pressed
his already tired tongue against her clit, slid it down along her dark
gash, and pushed it into her vagina as far as he could go.  He then
twiddled it a little as he started moving back up to her clit.  Then he
started tracing out the alphabet again.
   "Oh my God!  The Alphabet!"
   Becca smiled as she heard her Mommy having fun, and kept using Sam's
fingers as a dildo until she could have the real thing.  Sam then put his
fingers back into Lucy's gash, gently pressing her labia apart as he
continued to tickle her clit, getting to "F", "G", "H", "I".  His middle
finger returned to it's warm wet sheath and he returned to the motion that
Lucy had been wanting.  Within a minute, Lucy was starting to moan loudly
and spasm with each orgasmic thrust.  Sam didn't let up.  "M", "N", "O",
"O", "O", "O".  He kept pressing harder and harder until finally she almost
started crying as she thrust with each pelvic spasm.
   She finally reached 40,000 feet and grabbed his head pulling as hard as
she could into her pussy.  Her voice got higher and higher as if she was
running out of air, but Sam didn't let up.  He just kept up the letter "O"
over and over.  She started screaming, each one getting higher and softer
as he kept going and going and going, just like that pink rabbit.
   Soon she couldn't take any more and she begged him to stop through
strained high pitch squeals.  He thought this might be enough for the first
time and he started to bring her back down, very gently, very slowly.  She
seemed to appreciate the slow reduction in frequency and pressure, letting
go of his head after about thirty or forty seconds.
   Eventually, he was able to stop altogether and ran his tongue from her
pursed pink asshole to the top of her delectible gash.  He could still feel
her insides quivering as he moved his fingers up and down, in and out.
   "Oh, that feels so fucking fantastic!  I now know why my daughter fell
in love with you so quickly last Friday.  If I had known about you after
Annie and Sara died, I would have been here the day after to console you
with the best blow job you ever had."
   "I don't know!  Becca has gotten it down pretty good.  She's turned into
a real cum-slut.  She's always begging me to let her suck on it, and of
course I always give in."
   That night after dinner and a long swim, Sam fucked both women in his
big bed.  Neither of them was satisfied until they'd used him up, and then
turned to each other for dessert.  It looked so hot to see Lucy tongue-fuck
her own daughter, Becca whimpering but not able to have quite as much fun
when Sam was doing that.
   They swapped and shared each other well into the next morning, a pussy
on his cock and his face at the same time, often both ladies kissing and
fondling each other the whole time.
  
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   Lucy eventually divorced Steve and moved in with Becca and Sam, not as
his wife but as his girlfriend.  Becca was always first in his bed and had
primary access to him, Lucy able to accept her role as a subservient
partner only AFTER Becca deemed it appropriate.  What seemed strange for a
while was the almost absolute reversal in roles for his girls, Becca
incredibly dominant in their house, and Lucy demure and submissive.
   Sam was going to do something for his young lover and keep it a secret
as long as possible.  When he and Lucy took Becca to a doctor's office for
a new kind of examination, she realized that Sam was going to pay to have a
nervous dysfunction repaired, a single very risky and expensive surgery
successfully completed.
   Two months later after recovering from surgery and many hours of intense
physical therapy, Becca got to walk completely on her own and unlike she
had ever walked before.  She no longer had that strange gait that made her
look strange and scared people away.  Becca burst into tears and literally
ran straight for Sam, her lover doing something for her that nobody had
ever thought of trying.
   After Becca started to have her periods at fourteen (still the late
bloomer), Sam got her on the pill so her schooling wouldn't be interrupted.
Other than their activities at home or in his car, Becca looked like just
about ANY other junior high school teenager, nothing about their sexual
adventures making her adjustment to a prestigious private school in their
new city the least bit provocative.
   Her grades were so good, she advanced two grade levels before she
graduated as class valedictorian at sixteen, her entire school population
giving her a standing ovation after she finished their commencement speech.
Lucy and Sam were so proud of his Becca, his lover, his darling angel.
   Just after Becca turned nineteen, they found out she was pregnant.  A
month later, they learned that Lucy was also with child at thirty nine. 
The girls instantly became the perfect best friends, comparing everything
they were experiencing and Lucy sharing what had happened when she was
pregnant with Becca.  They looked much more like college roommates or
life-long acquiantances than mother and daughter, their daily activities
often interrupted by long hard stares in Sam's direction.
   Sam knew what his role in the house was supposed to be, and willingly
accepted his fate.  He'd service his young wife for a few hours, tire her
out and then do her mother for just as long, repeating the process until
they fucked him to exhaustion.
   Cristen Angeline was born a healthy and darling little girl, Becca
beaming at their creation.  Maxine Rahaella was also born just as healthy
and happy as her older half-sister, Lucy now a happy mother of two darling
girls.
   Both of Sam's older girls waited until Max was about a month old before
they calmly walked into the master bedroom one evening and told him rather
directly that it was time for him to get their girls started.
   "Started?  Started for what?"
   Both babies were still wrapped in a thick fluffy towel, their bath
having just been completed a few minutes before.  When the towels were
dropped to the floor and two plump little baby cunts presented to his face,
he finally became aware of what he was to start them on, a long road of
sexual pleasure and family love.
   It didn't take long after Sam was feasting on two plump baby slits
before Lucy and Becca were locked in a sexy '69', lots of sexy noises
coming from the bed right next to where Sam was tenderly tickling and
licking his own little girls to hours of little cums.
   Two years later, Becca gave him one more little girl, Joanna Victoria.
Jo had the features of a living angel, her eyes a piercing golden brown,
her lips and mouth in a sexy pout right after birth, and a plump little
cunny that soon found its way onto his face.
   A month after Jo was born, Sam got a vasectomy.  It took a while before
it felt comfortable enough to get a blowjob or fuck his girls, but after a
month of celibacy, Becca found the true measure of his pent up
frustrations. From then on, Sam serviced Becca and Lucy in any room of the
house, many times, even fucking them in the back yard right out in the
open.
   About the ONLY thing Sam refrained from doing was munching on or having
sex with his baby girls in the open, since far too many people still regard
that sort of activity as immoral.  To his angels, it was considered
'loving', their panties or diapers tugged down soon after they were safely
inside the confines of the enlarged master bedroom so they could spend the
next hour or so being 'tickled'.
   Crissy, Max and Jo grew up to be incredibly talented little girls, all
three of them able to scheme and plan their way right into Sam's bed for
their first full sex right after they turned six years old.  The only
restriction they placed on him and their mothers was for only the baby
girls to lay naked with him when he 'took' each one of them on their
birthday, his older girls sent off to a long weekend at the coast so they
could spend some time alone.  Not as mother and daughter, but as lovers.
   Becca and Lucy helped get their girls ready for Sam since they were
four, lots of digital vaginal masturbation and buzzing toys stretching
their tight pussies so their first joining would be more relaxed and
thrilling, rather than painful and frightening.
   Each of his baby girls had a wonderful night with Sam and her sisters, a
three hour long first entry and lots of kissing and licking being provided
by their siblings.  It looked absolutely horrific to see his cock pushed up
between their naked thighs, two fat pink lips split with his throbbing
extension until he gave them an hour long cum.  From then on, none of them
were happy until the newest sexual member of the family was shared amongst
the rest of our happy clan.
   It was four in the afternoon on a Typical weekday afternoon and time for
Sam to climb in the tub with three little happy elementary school girls, a
nice long bath just the thing to make a long day at school seem worthwhile,
and then a long night of sex with their mothers.
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