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Special_5.txt

Special Needs Lovers - Part 5 of 8 (Special_#.txt)

- A Sleeping and Willing Teenaged Debbie To Play With
- A Few Quick Fondles, a View Of Heaven Before Church and Then a
  Visit to My House
- Debbie's Trip to the Potty and Glassblock Along the Floor
- Tammy's Potty Visit and a Long Quiet Lingual Adventure for Her
  On My Bed
- Kaleidoscopes, Fondles And A Single Firm Push Into Debbie
- More Licks For Tammy, Her Secrets About The Sheriff and Being
  Butt-Fucked
- Her Friend Cindy's New Daddy and What Fucking For the First Time
  Was Like

Mf Mg
Cons, Rom, Pett, Teen, Oral, Extr Pedo, Oral, Partial Piv, Anal,
Not Quite 1st

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Loving 'special needs' children wasn't something I expected I'd ever
do, but found I wasn't able to resist after my heart was stolen from
me, accepting my task with aplomb.  Finding damaged angels in an
orphanage that was little more than a refuse container and last stop of
an extensive child prostitution network shocked me.  But it didn't
deter me from eventually giving five of them a safe home and only one
loving 'daddy' to have fun and grow up with.

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Continued from Part 4 (Special_4.txt)

When I walked up to Debbie's door, it was slightly ajar, Debbie taking
a nap on her bed.  I hated to wake her up, but having her wake up later
without my taking her out would set an unwelcome precident, so I opened
the door, closed it behind me making sure it was locked and quietly
walked over to her.  She was so unconcerned about her posture or
demeanor while wearing a dress that she didn't even bother to pull the
front of her dress over her panties when she lay down.

Perhaps it was Martha that had tugged Debbie's hem up high enough to
ilicit a broad smile on my face as soon as I saw my mind altered angel.

With the entirety of her panties open for inspection and admiration, I
sat down next to her and softly began to slip my fingers between her
legs, stroking her panty covered yonni up and down, softly calling her
name.

"Debbie?  Oh, DEBBIE?  Is my tired little angel going to wake up so we
can go?  Debbie?"

She slept so soundly that I was able to push my whole right hand inside
the front of her panties and slide my middle finger down her cleft
until it was being hugged by her vulva.  I tenderly but firmly finger
fucked my chubby sleeping host, the sound so stimulating that I was
certain I'd lose any hope of remaining decent with her.  The warm, wet
softness of her vagina and the smooth, hairless features of her vulva
kept my attention far longer than it should have.

Debbie never moved the entire time I was fondling and caressing her
pussy, her steady breathing telling me that she was still quite
comfortable in her brief nap before our trip away from the 'House', so
I used both hands to pull her panties down, leaned my face all the way
forward and softly kissed and then licked the front of her cunny.
After a few soft kisses and delicate licks, I looked up into her face
and saw the same level of ease displayed in her features, absolute
complacency regarding a grown man having his nasty ways with her slowly
maturing body.

My face returned to its previous wanderings and I resumed my
exploration of her tight cleft, my tongue having absolutely NO
difficulty in determining where every feature of her anatomy was
located.  It felt so nice to be able to have my gentle way with her,
Debbie the first 'woman' that permitted me to explore and enjoy her
pudendum while she was sleeping without a long argument or hundreds of
questions.

When she finally stirred, I tugged my face out carefully, pulled her
panties back into place and then tugged her dress down.  When her eyes
finally opened, her appearance was unchanged from when I entered her
quiet room.  The fact that my face was covered with her slick juices
and would be evident in a few minutes never phased Debbie.

"Are you ready to go with me and Tammy for a little visit to see
Preacher McKelvin?"

Her sleepy nod and then wide yawn confirmed that she had no
recollection of where my hand and face had been only moments before.
Poor baby!  It felt wonderful to play with her tender body but I knew
perfectly well that I would never cause her any pain or discomfort.
I'd certainly feel her up as much as I could get away with, but would
never make her cry.

With one quick trip to her potty, another series of delicate gropes
between her legs as she yawned repeatedly, I dabbed her cunny dry,
wiped my face clean and dry and led her out of her bathroom.  With
Debbie yawning almost continuously, I reached up under her dress,
pulled her panties all the way to the floor and thrust my face up
against her cunny.  I delved once again into her pussy and feasted on
her plump vulva, tonguing her from her clitty to her vagina, over and
over.

All she did was to hold my head in place and repeat yawn after yawn,
her awareness of what I was doing completely lacking the whole time.  I
looked, licked, tongued and sucked on her cunny far longer than I
should have, but Debbie had absolutely no desire to interrupt me.  She
kept teetering back and forth ready to fall asleep until I pulled her
panties back up and led her out of her room.

We were across the hall and got Tammy for our hopefully brief visit to
the local religious center, none of my activities with Debbie repeated
with my eight year old playmate.  She seemed to WANT me to do
something, but must have realized that we were on a tight schedule, so
she did nothing to encourage an already horny middle thirties man.

Both of my dates walked very stately down the stairs and with me out
the front door, as if they were hoping everyone else in the 'house' was
watching.  They truly seemed to enjoy being out with me, and we hadn't
even made it to my RTL.

I directed Tammy into the backseat first, closest to the house side of
the property.  She took her place very carefully and daintily,
smoothing her skirt out under her bum and legs and being certain to
keep her knees pressed together as she had been taught to.  She even
went the extra step to lock her ankles together and rest her folded
hands over the middle of her thighs, making it impossible for me to
take a quick peek up her stocking covered legs.  I felt slighted but
made no outward comment about her trying to be so protective.

Besides, we'd already spent quite of bit of quiet time together the
night before, her snug panties pulled all the way down her legs and my
face between those chubby little thighs.  She'd enjoyed my being there
immensely, so why wouldn't she permit me to see her in the relative
privacy of my truck?

Debbie was so anxious to go that she almost ripped my shirtsleeve when
she tugged me around the other side of my truck so SHE could sit down.
With her directed to the protected side of the truck and nobody else
around to witness any naughty activities, I reached around her fanny,
up under the bottom hem of her dress, pulled her panties down enough to
uncover her plump bum, pulled her dress up to her waist and had her
take a seat.  As soon as her bare thighs and naked tush were resting
comfortably on the cool fabric, I tugged the front of her dress up and
made certain to force it above the waistband elastic of her panties,
affording me a clear view of her underwear and her chubby form inside.

Snapping her seatbelt wasn't going to be a casual affair like it had
been with Tammy, my hands and fingers travelling between her thighs and
into the front of her underpants at least twice before she was ready to
go.  I was even successful in drawing her panties down slightly more in
front, the top of her mons and the beginning of her cleft open for
inspection as I drove into town.

With my guests carefully seated and buckled into the back, Debbie's
dress pulled as high as I could get it and the seatbelt carefully
holding it out of the way, I stole lots of glances at both of them.
Debbie's panties were just where I wanted them, the real possibility
that someone might see inside my truck while we made our way to church
keeping me from pulling her panties ALL the way down again.

That's when Tammy granted me a bit of quiet adventure when she listened
to Debbie ramble aimlessly, the older girl relating all the information
about all of the sights that she witnessed while we ventured on.  My
eight year old vixen must have known I was looking at her, because she
shifted her hands to the hem of her dress, lifted it slightly and
spread her thighs apart.  As soon as I saw the center seam of her
tights and that lovely diamond patch again, I just HAD to let her know
I was pleased.

"Thank you, Tammy.  That's very pretty, Angel."

It must have given her quite a bit of confidence, because she tried to
carefully listen to her older housemate babble nonsensically, splaying
her thighs wider and wider until I had a clear shot of the entirety of
her lovely body from knees to waist.

"Oh, PRECIOUS!  That looks sooooo LOVELY!"

With an ever deepening blush, Tammy wrenched her dress back down,
clamped her thighs together and resumed her normal and quite innocent
appearance.

I drove the incredibly long distance of four miles to the center of
town and when we got there, I realized that we had MUCH more time than
I expected, only seven other cars parked in front of me.

Before I unfastened their seat belts and led them away, it was time to
have a chat with Debbie and make sure she knew we were in public so she
didn't speak too loudly or say anything that 'I' would certainly
regret.  I opened her side door and leaned in, slipping my hand up her
legs and coming into dangerous contact with her cunny.  The soft feel
of her thighs convinced me that I'd be spending a LOT of time with my
hands up her skirts or dresses, or better still, inside her panties if
she was going to be wearing any.

With a soft speech about how loud we were 'all' going to be talking and
what was expected of us while we were in church, Debbie watched my face
carefully and tried her best to listen to each of my instructions,
completely unaware of the fact that I had been softly slipping my
middle finger up and down the length of her cleft the entire time, her
plump thighs spreading apart unconsciously.

She was so easy to manipulate and fondle, it was a new adventure each
time I was close enough to push my hand up her dress in front or in
back.  Neither of the girls noticed the sound of my finger generating
lots of soft pops, slurps and snaps within the tight confines of
Debbie's vagina so I maintained a barrage of gentle touches as my
finger went as deep into her snug pussy as it could, my thumb rolling
her clitty around in circles.

I maintained a steady and slow round of immoral activities as I leaned
over the teenager's thighs and fingered her until it was time to get
out of the backseat of my RTL.  As if I had been taking care of Debbie
from the time she was a baby, I pulled her panties all the way back up
before letting her out of the truck, straightened her dress and led her
to the other side, preparing to help Tammy out without the intention to
make any detours up her dress or inside her panties.

Well, I hadn't INTENDED on going rambling around up under her dress,
until after I was inside the back passenger door, leaning into Tammy's
side and pretending to have a hard time undoing her seatbelt.

My young playmate must have thought my impromptu game was as much fun
as I did, because she whispered into my left ear.

"Is anyone around us right now, Terry?"

"No, Angel, except for Debbie, and she's looking at some flowers about
ten feet away."

This was the perfect thing to tell my lovely eight year old lover, her
left hand coaxing my right between her thighs until I was gently
tickling between her legs far enough that I could feel her hips twitch
when I found her clitty.

"Would you like for me to give you a quick tickle, Honey?  I won't let
anyone see."

In a high falsetto, Tammy whimpered her response.

"Yeeeeeaaaaahhhhh!!!"

For the next five minutes, I pressed the face of my thumb against where
her nubbin was hiding and wiggled my index and middle fingers between
her flat yonni, trying to cause her vagina to accept however much
fabric of her underpants I might be able to gently force inside.  She
didn't care after a minute of loving torture, her legs splayed much
further apart that she normally would allow.

Twice during my fingers' loving adventures along the outside of her
tights and panties, Tammy tried to reach under her dress and work her
underclothes down, wanting to grant me unrestricted access to her
tender and anxious body.  I let her pull her tights and the elastic of
her panties down slightly, just enough room for me to lean into her and
kiss the exquisite softness of her lower tummy.

It didn't want to stop there, nor did I.

Before I was aware of how quickly Tammy had encouraged me, my tongue
was tenderly along the rigid softness of her nubbin, her hips twitching
into my face and both of her thighs splayed as far apart as her tights
would allow.

As soon as her sweet and restrained cum filled her insides and spread
to every nerve in her young body, she relaxed and returned to a more
proper demeanor.  It took a minute for her to collect her thoughts, but
once back to normal, I helped her tug her underclothes back to their
normal positions, gave her a long loving kiss and assisted her out of
the backseat of my truck.

The church service was conducted by a relatively elder preacher, his
sermon not the 'fire and brimstone' kind, but more the 'make love and
not war to your neighbors' kind.  He certainly had MY vote!

When the service was over, I made certain to walk both of my arm
decorations to where he was standing, greeting each of his parishoners
as they left the front of his church.  He knew straight away who they
were, shaking each of their hands gently and sharing a few kind words
about my being such a 'compassionate' and 'loving' gentleman.  He was
more right than he knew.

With plenty of time after the service for an hour long detour, I drove
to my house, Debbie a little concerned because she wasn't familiar with
any road other than the main highway toward the 'House'.

When we got there, I stopped my truck, got out and opened Debbie's
door, unfastening her belt and helping her out, tugging her panties
down and her dress up slightly so I could have a much longer peek at
her cunny while she lifted her legs out of the passenger compartment.
I know Tammy could hear me shifting the older girl's panties back up,
because I saw her smile as she sat patiently, knowing that I'd most
likely try something just as provocative with her in just a minute.

With Debbie in tow, looking quite frightened, we walked around to the
other side of the truck and helped Tammy out, my need to see up HER
dress just as direct as with Debbie.  Tammy didn't seem to mind much,
her hands only slightly resisting my urge to tug her pretty outfit up
so I could see all of her tights.  Once I kissed her tummy and ventured
low enough to give her a quick nibble between her thighs, she giggled
and pushed against my forehead, knowing that I was growing much more
bold by the day.

After she collected her composure once again, she asked where we ended
up.

"Where are we, Terry?"

"We're at MY house Tammy.  I'd like for you girls to come inside with
me for a few minutes and tell me what you think."

Tammy felt very unsteady as I held her body close to mine with my left
hand, her right arm around my waist and my right hand holding Debbie's
left.  I counted out each of the steps for Tammy as we made our way
onto the screened front porch, Debbie no longer afraid once she saw my
brand new wooden swing ready for a little girl to sit on.

"Ghummm onn Tehh-Reeee!  Lesss shwing."

"Are you thirsty Debbie?  I've got some grape juice and orange juice in
my fridge for you."

"YEAHHHH!!!"

Through the now unlocked front door, the restored leaded bevel glass
oval window in the middle granting Debbie an easy view inside, I began
a careful tour of the bottom floor, both of my guests' hands cupping
plastic tumblers filled half way with either grape or orange juice as I
cupped their soft, full fannies.

Holding Tammy tight to my side so she wouldn't stumble on any of the
Persian rugs, we made our way through each room, my descriptions of
each piece of furniture for Tammy adequate confirmation that I was VERY
well to do, relative to most of the other residents in town.  I didn't
show them my downstairs bedroom or the basement yet.  Those would be
left for another more personal part of the tour.

Once all the bottom floor rooms had been walked through, it was time to
go to the second floor.  With Debbie in front of me, I urged her
quietly to pull her dress up slightly so she could see where she was
stepping, her reaction just as I had anticipated.  She pulled her dress
all the way to her waist, her fanny right in front of me for careful
examination while we made our way upstairs.

I picked Tammy up and carried her on my left hip as I slipped my right
hand between Debbie's thighs up against her almost completely uncovered
bum, pushing my nasty digits as far between her soft tender flesh as I
could reach.  The poor little thing just waited for me to 'help' her go
up these unfamiliar stairs, totally unconcerned about my fingers
travelling between her butt cheeks and eventually, the tip of my middle
finger finding her vaginal opening.  Too bad my fingers found her prize
when we were at the top of the stairs instead of where we started.

With Debbie's dress pulled back to its normal position, we toured the
second floor.  My upstairs bedroom was the last room we entered, three
other bedrooms on the same floor visited first.  Just like all little
girls far enough away from home, Debbie reminded us that her bladder
wasn't big enough to wait until we returned.

"Tehh-Reeee!  Ghaahhh BEEEEEE!"

"Ooops!  Tammy, I'm gonna set you down on this bed sweetie.  There
aren't any pieces of furniture in the middle of the room to run into,
so if you'd like to explore a little, then go ahead."

"Thanks Terry.  I'm glad you don't mind if I see what you got."

"We'll be right back Tammy.  Come on Debbie."

Wanting to be undisturbed during ANY of our bathroom visits, I led
Debbie back downstairs, her dress again lifted high enough for me to
see the front of her panties this time, my right hand sliding up and
down between her legs only slightly, not wanting to induce an early
accident before she was carefully seated on my downstairs commode.

Once in the downstairs bathroom, I lifted her dress as high as it would
go, Debbie holding it up for me and babbling away nonsensically about
everything she had seen so far.  With a very casual tug downward, her
panties were off her feet and on the floor.

She must have been waiting for a little while to go, because she almost
peeled a layer of porcelain off the inside of the commode with her
strong stream of liquid elimination.  Not a fan of golden showers, I
kept my hands clear of her pee until she had squeezed out as much as
she could, my paper filled right hand adequately dabbing her naked quim
over and over while she yammered on and on, Tammy certain to hear her
friend the whole time.

With Debbie standing next to the bathroom cabinet, I insisted she hold
her dress for me while I pulled out a baby wipe and softly washed her
from clitty to asshole.  Debbie only slowed down or stopped once,
looking at my hand as I made sure she was clean enough to tongue for
about five minutes.

With her panties in my right front pocket, I led Debbie out of the
bathroom and stopped short of the stairs, aware that my foot level
glassblock window between the kitchen and dining room might be the
right height for her to look through.

"Sugar?  Would you like to see through my special windows?  It's only
for very special little girls that are nice and sweet, so you can't
tell NOBODY about them, okay?"

In a soft whisper, she confirmed my rules were understood.

" Ohh-ghayyy Terr-Reeee.  Ghann I see yuuur spehh-shaw win-dooes?  "

I motioned for her to bend all the way down, her chubby face right next
to the recently refinished hardwood floor in front of the newly
installed glassblock.  When she determined that she could actually see
through to the other side, she clamped her hand over her mouth and
began to giggle.  With my robotic vacuum cleaner busily running back
and forth on the other side of the glass, Debbie watched carefully, her
focus now adequately locked and her attention now distracted enough for
me to kneel down behind her and pull the back of her dress up.

It took absolutely no effort to tug her thighs apart far enough and
push her knees forward so her bum was cantilevered out and I could push
my fingers all the way between her vulva, teasing quite a bit of clear
lubrication from deep within.

I rearranged myself so I was laying face up under her bum, tugging her
body down so her cunny was softly resting across the front of my face.
She softly whispered comments to herself while I feasted on her naked
quim from behind, the mind altered reality of the young teen never
taking notice of me licking and sucking on her body from her clitty to
her vagina.  It got so easy to do whatever I wanted with her that I was
again tempted to whip my cock out and hammer away at her until I
unloaded a few times.  Since Tammy was still upstairs, I knew to
refrain.

I felt Debbie's hips twitch only slightly, any outward evidence of her
orgasm so tightly restrained that unless I was physically connected to
her, I'd never actually notice.  It took a minute or two to slow down
and eventually right myself, taking lots of long swipes at her naked
cunny from behind.

With another few gentle wipes from a recently acquired dry tissue, she
was ready for me to pull her back to vertical and make our way
upstairs.  Her memory faded regarding how high she was supposed to hold
her dress so I could see her naked ass, but it didn't matter anyway,
since my hand would have gotten in the way of my vision.

When we got to the top of the stairs, Tammy softly called to me.

"Terry?  I gotta go pee too.  Do you mind taking ME now?"

"Of course not Honey.  You're supposed to be welcome in my house just
like you are at yours."

Switching positions, I lay Debbie down on the bed facing up and handed
her a rather expensive kaleidoscope, pulling her dress all the way up
in front until I could even see the bottom of her titties.

"Debbie, I want you to stay right here and play with this funny puzzle.
Turn it over and over like this and see the pretty pictures inside,
okay?"

She peered through the long finely crafted wooden tube in her hands,
again completely unaware of just how much of her pretty body I was able
to see.

"Oh-Ghayy Tehh-Reee."

I picked Tammy back up and carried her down the stairs, making our way
to the same bathroom where Debbie and I had been a few minutes before.
Once we were standing in the bright white tiled room, I turned her
around and needed confirmation before I acted on my urge to undress yet
another little girl.

"Uh, Tammy?"

"Yes?"

"I can show you where everything is if you don't want me to be with you
when you go pee."

In a whisper of a voice, my darling little blind angel confirmed that I
might be able to see what she looked like yet again without fear or
subterfuge required.

"Terry, you're so silly.  You've already seen me in my panties and even
tickled me a little bit on my special place and kissed me down there
too.  Don't you remember silly boy?"

"Of COURSE I remember Honey.  I just didn't want you to be afraid of me
like you were the first time I tickled you Sugar."

"I TOLD YOU!  I wasn't scared that first time Terry.  It just surprised
me, that's all."

"Well, anyway, when you're in my house, I want you to feel as safe and
secure as if this were YOUR home too."

She lifted her dress enough for me to reach inside and tug her tights
and panties down, and then she was lifted to the cool plastic seat.
With my hands on her knees, trying to keep them spread far enough apart
that I could see her flat little quim, she lowered her face and her
voice.

"Terry?"

"Um hmmm?"

"Would you get mad at me if I . . . "

Her blush spoke volumes, but which chapter was currently beyond my
grasp.

"If you what Honey?"

"If I wanted you to tickle me a little bit after you wiped my trickle
all dry?"

"As long as it made you feel good Sugar, then I'd tickle you as much as
you wanted."

"Really?  AS MUCH AS 'I' WANTED?"

"Well . . . "

Once she had finished, the wad of paper was now completely soaked
through with little girl pee, so I lifted her off the seat, my hand
remaining between her soft thighs.

"Since Debbie is upstairs, we can't stay gone for like a LONG time, but
a few minutes is okay.  When you get to come over and stay with me for
a few days or even a couple of weeks, then we can tickle and play and
do all kinds of fun stuff by ourselves all day long and even at night
if you want me to."

"Honest?  You're not mad at me for wanting to do stuff that's even
kinda naughty like?"

"As long as you don't tell anyone what you and I like to do, or let
anyone else do this sort of stuff with you like 'I' do, then NO, I
won't be mad at you, ever."

With her tights and panties still around her ankles, she thrust her
body into mine and hugged me with all her strength, both of my hands
softly caressing her naked bum and exploring as much of her crease as I
thought I might be able to get away with.

"I'm glad you're my boyfriend Terry.  I promise I won't let NOBODY
touch me inside my panties or even LOOK at me if I ain't got my panties
pulled up.  I want YOU to be the only guy that gets to look at me and
touch me as much as you want to."

"Thank you Angel.  That makes me feel very special."

"And I won't forget what I told you last night, neither."

"Tell me again Honey."

"That since you didn't hurt me by pushing your finger inside my peepee
hole and make me bleeded, I want YOU to be my first SPECIAL boyfriend.
I promise I'll wait until at least a little while goes by so I can grow
up a tiny bit more so it won't hurt so much like my friend Cindy told
me.  She's not here no more.  One of her friends 'dopted her and she's
his little girl forever and ever."

"Did HE do that to Cindy, Angel?  Was HE her first special boyfriend?"

"Uh huh!  Except she told me that the first time he pushed his thingy
inside her, it hurted a lot.  After a while, she told me that it felt
better than anything in the whole world, but the first time was like
REALLY REALLY bad."

"Well, I hate to say it, but I think she's right.  I haven't ever been
a little girl's or even a BIG girl's first special boyfriend before, so
I don't know what it's like either."

"For REAL?  I'd be your FIRST special girlfriend TOO?"

"Um hmmm!  It'll be VERY special for both of us when you're ready."

"I wish I was ready right now Terry, but I'm still kinda scared.  I
hope you're not mad at me for acting like a little girl."

"Of course not, Angel.  When you're ready, you'll tell me.  I can wait
until then."

"Terry?"

"Yes?"

"Will you tickle my peepee a little bit for a small tiny little while?"

"Sure!  Let's go to my OTHER bedroom downstairs."

I carried her with her tights and panties hanging down from her ankles
to my very well appointed master bedroom suite next door.  She didn't
have her back against the warm comforter for more than half a second
before her tights and panties were tugged off and carefully laid down
to the floor out of the way.

With a careful initial series of delicate licks, I softly tasted and
explored her quim.  It wasn't until she spoke that my concentration was
broken.

"Do it HARD!"

Apparently, she liked being tongued as much as I liked tonguing her.
With her left leg draped over my right shoulder and her right leg
hooked around the back of my head, she began to wiggle her toes every
time I crested her clitoris, sending strong waves of energy through her
body and making her jump slightly.  Her feet and toes wiggled and
twisted back and forth behind me as I delved deeply into her incredibly
tight cunny.

It took a little effort to finally get her clitty to pop up between her
vulvar lips, but by that time, she was a total wreck, not wanting me to
do ANYTHING but maintain a tight tongue lock onto her nubbin until she
was satisfied.

With both of my hands holding her up under her plump round ass, I took
a quick peek at her face and then the clock on the nightstand, wanting
to bring her to her zenith rather quickly since I still had another
partially naked little teenager upstairs to have fun with as well.

I had finally worked her body high enough and hard enough that when I
sucked her incredibly tiny clitty between my lips and started to give
her a clitoral blowjob, she went rigid and convulsed about a dozen
times.  DAMN I NEEDED RELEASE!

It was so terribly easy and so much fun to keep her going that I
decided to forget about our previous schedule and kept working her for
another ten minutes, wanting her to be completely dedicated to me and
ONLY me.  It seemed to do the trick, her body going limp, her arms and
legs falling onto the top of the bed.  I had diddled her so well she
passed out.  DAMN!

With her now completely helpless and unable to fight me off if I truly
wanted to plunge my nasty cock between her thighs, I felt horribly
guilty.  All I could do was lean back and stare at her nakedness, my
hands and fingers gently exploring her chubby little body as her hips
convulsed a few more times.  It was now incredibly easy to stimulate
her to orgasm, my thumb delicately rubbing around her blood engorged
nubbin in small, tight circles until her hips twitched and her legs
jumped.

My fingers and mouth traded positions about a half dozen times, my
tongue lapping up and tasting her lovely juices after stimulating
another round of unconscious bucking thrusts toward the ceiling.  I was
so anxious to bring her to womanhood that I repeatedly pushed my tongue
across her vaginal opening, her hymen being tickled with the tip of my
lingual digit and at least ONE of her vulvar lips being sucked into my
mouth afterward as a temporary deviation.  I truly feasted on her flat
little pussy, hungrily eating her without leaving a mark or removing
any incredibly soft flesh.

The sight of her laying vulnerable beneath me again made me feel quite
inadequate, unsure if I was going WAY too far with her, even though she
was perfectly willing to permit such nasty and immoral activities.  I
got up and retrieved a few tissues, wiped her clean and dry once more,
teased her pussy lips apart so I could look into the dark pink recesses
of her developing womanhood.

The sight of her intact maidenhead allowing a small dark opening to be
revealed filled me with both lust and shame, this precious blind eight
year old far too young to harm.  That didn't keep me from enjoying the
view, however.  I finally stopped molesting her inanimate body and
leaned over her, trading her mouth for her vulva as I softly nibbled
and sucked each of her lips between mine.  It took about five minutes
for me to arouse her back to consciousness, her body now empty of
energy and her smile held shakily on her face.

"Terry?"

"Um hmmm?"

"I love you Terry.  You're so gentle and I knew you wouldn't hurt me.
I like the way you tickle me on my special tickle spot over and over
until my insides are all squishy and stuff.  I just wish you could do
that to me like FOREVER!  You're not mad at me, are you Terry?"

"Not at all Angel.  We just need to be careful when I tickle you like
that.  If you help me promise not to tickle you unless we're in my
house, then I'll promise to tickle you as much as you want as LONG as
you want when we're here.  Would you like for me to nibble on your
pretty tickle spots for like a LONG time if you wanted me to?"

"Oh, YEAH!  I wouldn't want you to stop like for-EVER.  I hope I get to
come visit you all by myself soon, Terry, 'cause I want to feel my
insides all tingly and let you make my legs jump up and down like you
did just a minute ago."

"You mean, like THIS?"

I leaned down and pushed my face between her legs yet again, her thighs
coming apart as if she knew I needed clear and easy access to her body.
In less than ten seconds, she was whimpering and moaning constantly,
her hands around the back of my head and her fingers gripping my hair
hard enough to induce some wonderfully intense pain.  When her hips
pushed up into my face with a quick series of short thrusts, I again
sucked her nubbin between my lips and sent her over the edge again,
this time, her voice so high pitched, it sounded like she was trying to
reach a high note that had been eluding her for years.

Rather than make her pass out again, I relented slightly and softly
licked her with wide broad strokes, not focusing on her clitty at all.
Her body was wracked with incredibly strong convulsions, unable to
contend with such tremendously intense muscular contractions without
having more rest between stimulations.

Once she let my hair go and relaxed her fingers, I knew she was able to
think clearly enough that she might understand anything I said to her.

"Would you like to take a little nap right here Sweetie?  It would be
kinda nice to see you get a little bit rested before we went back for
dinner."

All she could do was nod with her eyes closed and her chest heaving up
and down.  Her legs were still jumping slightly every few seconds, her
thighs parted enough that I could easily see her vagina leaking copious
amounts of natural lubrication, the view of her sweet gash and bright
red vagina urging me to continue having my way with her.  Using another
collection of tissue, I gently wiped and dabbed her pussy clean and
dry, softly rubbing the backs of my fingers along the full length of
her cleft a few times after all of her sticky juices were removed, just
because it felt so good.

"Oh Terry.  I wish I could be YOUR little girl from now on.  It would
be SO much fun to be able to feel that good EVERY day.  Maybe someday,
if you get married, you could come adopt me and I'd be your special
little girl for as long as you wanted.  I wouldn't tell NOBODY about
the fun stuff I like for you to do with me, honest, not even my new
mommy if you didn't want me to.  I'd do ANYTHING you'd want me to, just
so you could tickle me like that everyday!"

"That WOULD be nice, wouldn't it Honey?  I'll think about that from now
on.  Now, you try to take a short nap and I'll come back in a few
minutes, okay?"

"Terry?"

"Uh huh?"

"Can you help me take my dress off?  I don't want to get it all
wrinkled by sleeping on it."

"Sure!"

With her completely unable to help me, I undid and then removed her
dress, letting her naked form lay completely spread out upon my
formerly lonely comforter.  As soon as her dress was placed where it
could remain undisturbed, I returned and began caressing Tammy's pointy
and cute little titties, gently causing each of her little developing
mounds to yield willingly to each of my tender caresses.  The little
eight year old just lay there, smiling, waiting for me to do whatever I
wanted.

With tender and slow movements, I shared each of her growing boobies
between my fingers and my lips, sucking and licking each nipple until I
got a high pitched giggle and then a pair of determined hands, pushing
my face just far enough toward her other breast to give one a bit of a
rest.  I went back and forth across her chest a number of times, her
infectious laugh and sexy giggle so addictive that I kept her worked up
much longer than either she or I might have originally planned.  No
matter!  I'd make Tammy happy with just about ANYTHING I'd do from now
on.

As her laughter and lovely titters slowly diminished, I knew it was
time to give her a short rest so she could recover enough for me to do
it all over again soon.  To make her stay a little more comfortable, I
turned up the heat in my room so she wouldn't need to cover herself
with any blankets or sheets.  I much preferred to see her laying naked,
face up, knees far apart, one set of her short fingers rolling her
nipples around and the other set exploring her clitty and genitalia.
She looked both sexy and nasty at the same time.

Just before I left the room, I made sure to tug her thighs as far apart
as would be comfy so I could easily stare up that lovely runway all the
way to little girl Heaven, provided her fingers weren't in my way.  Now
that we both enjoyed giving her nice tingles, I was not about to
inhibit her own need for self-love.  Since I had teased her willingness
out and she was much more likely to grant me access to her body, I
revelled in the image of her young, tender Heaven.  It was also MY
Heaven now!

With her clothes hung over the back of my dresser chair, I left the
room and closed the door so she wouldn't hear anything going on
upstairs while she napped.  I was all the way up the stairs and peeking
into the bedroom where Debbie still lay, facing the ceiling and
enjoying the kaleidoscope immensely.

Her dress was still pulled all the way to her chest, her chubby body
begging me to touch her as well.  When I sat down next to her and
leaned over her hips, my left hand went straight to her naked quim,
caressing her plump lips and teasing them apart.

"Have you been having a good time Debbie?"

"UHHHHH-HHUUUUU!"

"Good girl!  Would you like to keep looking through my special puzzle
for a little while longer?  You can if you want to."

"Ghann I Tehh-Reeee?"

"Sure you can Honey!  You can look at my special puzzle as long as you
want."

With a series of unintelligible sounds, she began talking to herself as
my left index and middle fingers slipped between the tight confines of
her vulvar lips, coming to rest at the entrance of her vagina.  Without
a concern in the world, Debbie spread her legs a little more and
shifted her bum down slightly, as if she found the sensation of my
fingers tickling her quite enjoyable and perfectly natural.

With her completely distracted and me completely FOCUSED, I leaned
forward over her left thigh and began to tongue her clitty without
regard for what she might say or do.  For the first time ever, I was
able to freely and completely have my way with her body, her legs so
easy to move out of the way and her pussy so easy to lick and suck on
that I just closed my eyes and delved into the sumptuous softness of
her tender form.

It must have been so relaxing for Debbie to receive her continuous
stimulation that she lay the kaleidoscope down on the bed next to her
head and closed her eyes, actually going to sleep as I made a whole
series of nasty sucking, licking and munching sounds.  Once I realized
that she had fallen asleep, I got up off the bed, pulled her dress over
her head and turned her sideways, her legs draped over the edge of the
bed and her thighs spread all the way apart.

I knelt down on the floor and returned to my feast, immersing my face
in the pliable softness of her tender flesh.  Even though I was able to
freely work her nubbin over at will, I never got her so worked up that
I saw her legs jump.  The most that I could discern were a gentle
series of little twitches from her hips.

After almost fifteen minutes of continuous lingual adventures on her
twat, I grew restless and impatient.  I had needed relief for so long
and apparently, Debbie might never know I had gained it with her as she
slept, so I stood up and unzipped my pants.  With a careful series of
movements, I watched her for any sign she might see me pull my cock
out, but she lay perfectly still, her body open and waiting for me to
have her at last.

Rather than just plunge into her and get it over quickly, I ran the tip
of my dick up and down the length of her slit about a dozen times,
slipping it further and further between her tight lips as I ventured
on.  Leaning forward as I crested the top of her slit, I held the tip
up against the bottom edge of her nubbin for a few seconds, the
firmness of her clitty slipping into the opening at the end of my
peder.  It felt wonderful to be able to appreciate the sensations of
our bodies coming together like that, many previous attempts at similar
activities cut short because my older 'partner' needed tremendous
relief.

THIS partner was completely compliant and perfectly unaware of just how
much pleasure she was granting me, my immoral activities with her
tender body to remain hidden and our bond not spoken of to anybody,
EVER!

I was losing any sense of reality or decency as I pushed my woody down
her cleft toward rapture.  Her vulvar lips hugged a greater and greater
portion of the head of my cock as I sauntered toward her vagina, her
slick juices providing ample lubrication as I slipped between her tight
grasp.

It was as if a strong gravitational force was pulling our bodies
together, my cock going deeper inside her body until I was pressing my
pubic bone against hers, the firmness of my hairy body pressing hard
against her tender hairless puddin.  I just stood there with my cock
stuffed nastily inside Debbie's cunny, revelling in the sensation of
our bodies merging at a level that I'd never experienced before in my
life.  My hips seemed to be drawn back toward the point where our
bodies joined, a strong set of invisible hands tugging me to the
location where I was mere moments before.

With the head of my dick at the opening of her vagina, I hesitated, the
intense heat and recent sensation of our bond drawing me inside but my
conscious and moral mind pulling my hips away from her body.  It must
have looked incredibly hillarious to see me pushing my cock at the
entrance to her honey pot, wanting to push the remaining few inches
into her again and yet feeling a sense of tremendous guilt and terrible
pain, holding still and even pulling away from her.

Reality took over for hormonal urges, my only exploit to be the head of
my dick slipping into the hot confines of her teenaged body and
remaining there for a minute or two longer.  I had to remove my cock
from her body soon, or I'd NEVER want to withdraw.  I pulled back and
stood in front of Debbie as she lay still, her pussy still awaiting an
opportunity to please me.

I knew or at least suspected that she couldn't use anything that I
squirted inside her, but since she was not mine to have, I was
incredibly reluctant to fuck an orphan, even if she was sixteen and
most likely sterile.  The cops wouldn't care one way or the other,
since having sex with a minor is still a crime, no matter how mind-bent
the girl was or how unable her body was at producing babies.

I wiped my cock dry and squat down in front of her naked pussy to make
sure I was able to remove any traces of our bond, wiping her dry and
then using a baby wipe to clean her up.  I spent quite a bit of time
carefully examining every feature of her vagina and vulva, delicately
tugging her lips apart and sliding my fingertips up and down the length
of her soft cleft, taking in the incredibly intense sensation of how
easily her body yielded to any of my whims.

It seemed to be over much quicker than it really was, my bedside clock
telling me that I had spent the better part of an hour feasting on and
then rubbing into her tight cunny.

After gazing upon the innocent and mentally unaware beauty of a sixteen
year old retarded girl laying naked on my bed, I pulled her panties out
of my right pocket and slipped them up her limp thighs, rubbing and
playing with her naked pussy before I allowed the fabric to completely
cover her up.  I shifted her once again so she was now properly
positioned for gentle slumber, my hands caressing and teasing her
breasts and nipples with the same loving curiosity that I had her
clitty and vagina.

With a light blanket draped over her body, I let Debbie rest for a few
more minutes, a brief visit with Tammy to be my next detour.

When I entered my downstairs bedroom, Tammy was still laying in the
same position that I left her in.  I sat on the bed next to her in the
same relative position I had with Debbie, my body to her left and my
face near her hips.  With a series of soft caresses, I ran my hands up
and down the length of her eight year old body, rubbing her titties,
urging her nipples to firmness, tickling her tummy only barely and
finally delving between her thighs until I could extract a bountiful
sampling of her natural nectar.

After a minute of tender caresses, it was time for me to wake my little
lover-to-be with my tongue.  I sucked each of her nipples to full
erection almost immediately, her titty-fat just enough to create small
rises in her chest even with her laying face up.  I ventured down her
body until I was again licking her clitoris and then had her thighs
against both ears.  Her body seemed to recognize and appreciate this
position, her calves hooking around the back of my head and pulling me
harder into her pussy.

With both of my hands softly caressing her budding titties, I urged
another orgasm out of Tammy's body just as she was waking up, her hands
clamping down over my head and pulling me as hard as she could.

Her vocalizations were no longer subdued.  She actually began to moan
and whimper quite loud, her higher and higher pitched calls informing
any and everyone in the immediate area that she was peaking yet again.
I didn't torture her quite as long as I did the last time, wanting her
to NEED orgasms rather than be satisfied with only a few now and then.
Little did I know!

When I finally allowed her to come back down, she was covered with a
light sheen of sweat, glistening with the sexual afterglow of absolute
contentment.  The entire time she lay recovering, she ran her fingers
through my hair, pulling me into her cunny if I tried to withdraw.
That was fine by me!

We never said a word as she slowly regained her wits, her heart still
beating wildly in her chest and her breathing taking on a more normal
pace as I tenderly kissed and caressed her vulva with the tips of my
lips.  It was the first time for both of us, her body never imagining
anything so wonderful and fulfilling, my mind never believing that ANY
woman, no matter her age could enjoy that much stimulation and still be
willing to let me keep my face right next to her pussy this long.

Tammy never wanted us to separate, her continued tugs at my head to
keep me perfectly still until such time as SHE deemed appropriate for
us to discontinue our sexual adventures.  For me, I enjoyed the time
face first next to a little girl's Heaven, her sweet taste and now
mature aroma keeping my attention focused.

"Terry?"

"Um hmmm?"

"Will you promise me that I can come back again so we can do this for a
LONG time?"

A LONG TIME?  How much longer could THAT possibly be?

"Sure Tammy.  When you get to come over real soon, we can do this as
long as you want."

"Really Terry?  As long as 'I' want?"

"Um hmmm!  I'll tickle your pretty little special place like this over
and over until you beg me to stop, okay?"

I never saw her move!  All of a sudden, I was engulfed in her arms and
legs, her body around my head so quickly I wasn't truly aware of what
had happened until after it was all over.

"Oh Terry!  I love you SO much!  I wish you really COULD be my daddy so
I could make you happy like you make ME happy.  I promise I'll do stuff
for you that you'll like so much you'll NEVER leave me ever again."

"I'm not going to leave you, Angel!  I won't EVER leave you."

"But, you gotta take me back to the 'House' after a little while and
then I'll be all alone again all night until you come back to see me.
I wish I could be with you ALL the time, even at night and during the
day like right now."

"But, if you were with me ALL the time, you might not like it so much,
because I'd want to keep you naked, touch you, kiss you and lick you
all over and do stuff that you might not like so much.  There are some
things that you don't know about that are real scary for little girls,
especially if the little girl is with a man in bed.  At night, the man
likes to do things to little girls that he normally does with only BIG
girls.  That stuff might be REALLY scary and I just don't want you to
be hurt or be scared of me like that honey.  I WANT you to be with me
all the time, but I'm afraid I might want to always be touching you
inside your panties and all over your titties.  If I make you mad at me
or scared of me, then it would truly make me sad.  I don't WANT you to
feel like you had to do stuff that you didn't like or didn't want to.
Do you understand Angel?"

"Terry, you're such a silly boy!  I know what a boy likes to do with
little girls.  Even BIG boys.  Remember I told you about my friend
Cindy?  She used to tell me ALL sorts of stuff that she saw all the
time.  Like Sheriff Ballentine and Carol.  He likes to take her to her
room and pull her tights and panties down and lick her just like you
lick me, except he doesn't go slow on Carol like you do with me."

As Tammy kept going on about a recent event that seemed less than
pleasurable, both of my hands acted without invitation, laying Tammy
back down so I could play with her titties and slip my naughty fingers
between her chubby thighs.  It were as if Tammy and I had been like
this for months, rather than minutes, her body assuming any position I
chose, her thighs splayed apart willingly and her bum wiggling closer
toward my hips.  It felt so wonderful for her to grant me physical
pleasure with her eight year old form, nothing but soft and gentle
caresses shared between us.

"You do it nice and soft for a little while and then when it feels
REALLY good, you press hard in the right place and make my insides all
go squishy and tingly.  Sheriff Ballentine doesn't know how to do that.
One time, when he came over and wanted to visit, he came to my room and
talked to me for a long time real nice.  After a while, it felt so good
for him to tickle my legs softly that I let him push his hand under my
skirt and he rubbed my tickle place until my insides were all tingly.
It felt so good that I lay down and let him pull my tights and panties
down.  When he started to lick me real hard, I didn't like it, but he
told me to be quiet and held me down.  He was kinda mean and hurted me
a little bit, but he didn't hurt me for real with his finger or his
thingy.  I cried the whole time he was doing stuff to me and he finally
stopped.  I was glad he was done real quick because I didn't like the
way he was touching and licking me so rough.  He told me not to tell
anyone about him coming to my room and then he left.  In a couple of
days, he came back with his missus and they took me to their house for
a weekend visit.  I didn't want to go but Mrs.  Harrison made me, so I
just sat in the back seat and cried the whole way to their house.  That
night, they took me to their bed and undressed me.  Sheriff Ballentine
licked me just like before right in front of his missus while she
pinched my titties and rubbed my bummy.  After a while, he made me sit
on his thingy and he pushed it inside my bummy.  It hurt a LOT then!  I
cried and cried but he never stopped pushing his thingy inside me.
When he had it all the way in my bummy, his missus started to lick me
all nice and soft on my tickle spot and after a while, it felt a little
better."

With a more pleasant memory filling her mind, Tammy did something that
took me off guard.

Right in the middle of her explanation of how Mrs.  Ballentine was
delicately tonguing the little girl while the woman's husband was
banging her ass, Tammy reached between my spread legs and went straight
for my dick.  Her move was a determined and intentional one, her small
fingers gently exploring my confined flesh just as hungrily as I was
exploring hers.

"I couldn't get away from them at all so I just let them do whatever
they were gonna since I can't see to run away and go home.  He kept
pushing his thingy into my bummy over and over, making grunting noises
the whole time while his missus licked and tickled my peepee.  After a
little while, it got to feel kinda nice and I didn't cry as much.  I
know it was really naughty to have those nice feelings while he was
pushing his thingy in my bummy, but I just couldn't help it.  It felt
awful nice, especially when his missus was licking my tickle bump so
much.  For a long time, I just stayed like that while he pumped my
bummy from behind and she licked me over and over.  I'm glad they
didn't push anything inside my peepee 'cause I only want to do that
with my SPECIAL boyfriend . . . YOU!"

I could see her smile briefly, my mind coming to grips with just how
perverted people could be, especially someone that was supposed to be
PROTECTING little girls from bad men like himself . . . AND ME!

Then, without warning, Tammy reached up to my waist and rooted around
until she figured out where my slacks were held together, undoing the
clip and tugging the zipper down.  I knew what she was doing and
watched as her tiny hand deftly worked the two halves of the material
open until the zip was as far down as it would go.

Without any coaching whatsoever, Tammy tugged on my slacks until my
butt came up off the bed and she was able to slip them off my legs.
She even took the time to lean forward and while holding my right hand
to her breast, worked my shoeless feet out of the fabric.

As soon as my butt was against the bed, Tammy reached for the elastic
of my shorts and was able to work her little hand inside, dipping lower
and lower until she had a handful of my manhood.  Without any
subterfuge or hidden intent, she began to wank me slowly, coaxing me to
pull my shorts down so she could handle me more easily.

"Cindy then told me about one of the little girls that likes to help
Mrs.  Harrison do the washing.  Her name is Cheryl and she's a year
older than me.  Cindy told me that Cheryl likes to go with Mrs.
Harrison to the washroom downstairs and when nobody is watching, she
pulls her panties down and pushes her tickle spot against the corner of
the washing machine when it's running."

When she hinted at another little girl obtaining personal pleasure by
pushing her nubbin against the cold frame of a washing machine, I began
to roll Tammy's clitty in tight round circles, increasing pressure
against her blood engorged nerve center as each comment was made about
the sexual exploits of another of her housemates.

"When Mrs.  Harrison caught her rubbing real long against the washing
machine, she told Cheryl to just be careful and do it only when SHE and
nobody else could see.  Mrs.  Harrison never touched her or nothin',
but she liked to see her push her peepee into the machine and watch her
rub up and down when it was moving all around.  After that, Mrs.
Harrison made sure Cheryl had LOTS of visitors all the time.  Cindy and
I went to her room one time at night and listened outside her door when
she had another visitor over.  When Cindy peeked through the keyhole,
she started to tell me all about him touching and licking her peepee.
That was the first time I ever heard about a man doing that to a little
girl."

Following each of her descriptions and comments, I turned Tammy on the
bed so her feet were pointed in the same general direction as my head,
shifting her body further down on the bed until her hips were directly
under my face.  Tammy seemed to know that as she spoke, I'd follow
along, so with cool determination, I lowered my face to her naked quim
and gently explored her cunny all over again.

"Then Cindy told me about how the guy took all of his clothes off and
rubbed his thingy up and down Cheryl's peepee.  Cindy stopped talking
after that and all I could do was listen to the sounds Cheryl was
making in her bedroom while her boyfriend was rubbing her peepee with
his thingy.  It sounded like she was having a real nice time with that
guy and it made my insides a little bit tingly.  When we heard the guy
make a real loud huffing sound, we ran to my room and locked the door.
We were so scared we got in bed and covered up.  We thought for SURE
somebody might see us peeking into Cheryl's room when they were doing
sex stuff and we stayed quiet for a long time.  After a little while,
Cindy and I started talking about what she saw and she told me that he
pushed his thingy between Cheryl's legs until it disappeared inside her
peepee.  I didn't believe her 'cause I didn't know there was a special
hole inside a little girl's body that LET a guy push his thingy inside
until Cindy told me she would 'show' me."

Tammy urged her hips up into my face and pushed down, telling me
without additional words that I needed to stick my tongue inside HER
pussy.  I repeatedly licked and tickled at the entrance of her vagina
easily finding her hymen, her thighs' strong grip around my head while
I gave her some rather unusual tickles.  The moment I began to lean
back, her legs released their grasp and one of her hands cupped the
back of my head, informing me that she had NO wish for me to stop.

"I let her push her hand inside my panties and she used one of her
fingers to look for MY hole.  When she found out she couldn't push her
finger inside, she just tickled all around the opening which made my
insides ALL tingly and I made her keep doing it for like a WHOLE little
while.  After that, she let me push my finger a little bit into her
hole too and we tickled each other the rest of the night.  The next
night we slept together again, except this time, we didn't put our
panties on.  She let me feel all around her peepee and I let her touch
me as much as she wanted.  There was one time that we were hugging each
other real nice and tight, pretending that we BOTH had boyfriends and
our tickle spots rubbed against each other.  We liked it so much that
we kept doing it over and over, pressing our peepee's together until
Cindy got all jumpy and started to push real hard on me."

My right index and middle fingers crept down her quivering tummy until
they found her hungry nubbin, my tongue still locked tightly against
between her labia, exploring as far inside her vagina as her hymen
would permit.  Using repeated strokes back and forth over the extents
of her clitty, I rolled her tickle bump as I licked her vaginal
opening, stirring a constant series of stutters out of her hips.

"Then, I got the same tingly feelings inside and pushed back up into
her peepee.  After a while, all we wanted to do was rub each other like
that at night or when we were all by ourselves.  We never let anyone
else see or do that with us and it was our best secret ever.  Then,
last year, a nice man came to visit and he started talking to Cindy a
whole lot.  After a while, he talked her into letting him kiss her on
the lips and then he touched her inside her skirt and her panties.
Pretty soon, Cindy started telling me all about how much he liked to
touch and tickle her peepee and tickle spot like I did.  Then he took
her with him for a visit to a carnival and she got to stay at his house
for two whole nights.  When she came back, she told me EVERYTHING that
they did.  That's when she told me about how much it hurted when he
pushed his thingy into her peepee the first time.  After that first
time, she said it didn't hurt so bad and pretty soon, all she wanted
him to do was to push his fingers or thingy in her peepee all night and
day.  Before you came to visit me, he 'dopted her and now she's his
only little girl and they do sex stuff all day and night-time."

Tammy peaked as I heard the last few words, her conversation never
stopping long enough for her to express appreciation for my making her
memories that much more intriguing.

"Mrs.  Harrison let me go and visit with her one time and spend the
night, and it was so KEW-ELLL to be with Cindy now that she had a REAL
daddy.  Her new daddy didn't get mad that we wanted to be all alone in
bed, but he DID like to watch us tickle each other and kiss and stuff.
Cindy liked to push on my tickle spot a LOT that night and I let her do
whatever she wanted, right in front of her new daddy.  I got to feeling
so good that I never realized she was starting to kiss my titties and
then my tummy.  Pretty soon, she was kissing my tickle spot and licking
me like you do.  It felt so good for Cindy to do that I just let her do
anything, except pushing her finger inside my peepee.  I got real
scared when she tried to do that and told her to stop.  I cried and
cried but she didn't hurt me no more.  Her new daddy let us be alone
for the rest of the night and all Cindy did with me was to hold me
tight and kiss me and touch me just a little bit.  By the morning time,
she let me touch her peepee and I could feel my finger go all the way
inside her this time.  She let me test how far I could go inside my OWN
peepee and then do it to her too.  It felt really strange to push my
finger inside her like that but it felt all hot and wet.  Is that how
it feels when YOU push your finger on the bottom of my peepee a little
tiny bit?"

I had to actually pull my face backward to answer her.  With little
girl juice all over my face, I leaned back just enough to respond.

"Um hmmmm!  It feels so hot and wonderful that I want to do it ALL the
time.  But since you're a little tiny eight year old, I know you
mustn't do that yet, because it will REALLY hurt.  I bet Cindy must
have hurt a WHOLE lot when he hurt her that first time, huh?"

"She said it was the worst bee sting she ever felt and it didn't go
away for a long time until he kept pushing his thingy in and out of her
peepee all night long.  Now when he does sex stuff with her, she likes
it a WHOLE bunch and they do stuff all the time.  She told me that she
even likes to eat her dinner and sit on his lap with his thingy inside
her peepee.  I don't believe her.  I think she's just fibbin' about
doing it like that."

"Well . . . I've done that too."

"REALLY?  You've done sex stuff when you were EATING?"

"Mmm hmmm!  When two people are comfortable enough with each other that
they can have sex anytime they want, they start to try all SORTS of
silly stuff, like watching TV, eating, taking a bath, sleeping, talking
like this . . . "

I was secretly hoping she'd take the bait and coax me to bring her to
early womanhood.

"Would it be neat if we could do sex stuff and talk at the same time
Terry?  I think it would be so special.  I just wish I wasn't so scared
to try it the first time with you."

That's when I realized that I was fondling and tonguing an eight year
old, her hand still on my cock and making a supreme mess of her short
fingers with all my precum.

"When you're ready, we'll try it Angel."

Then, without warning, as if someone shoved her body up off the bed and
into my hips, Tammy 'blindly' pushed her mouth right over the end of my
dick, clumbsily attempting something that her dear little friend Cindy
had told her great details about.

At first, I let her stumble about, the little sightless elementary
school girl unsure and lacking confidence about what she was supposed
to do to make me feel good.

"You don't have to do that if you don't want to Angel.  I appreciate
what you're trying to do, but if you don't feel comfortable, we can
wait until you grow up a little bit."

The inference that I still thought she was nothing more that a little
girl spurred her on, her mouth gaining more ground as her determination
peaked.  Rather than make her feel any less mature, I lay back, pushed
my face between her legs and pulled her body over mine.  If she was
going to invite us to share our first full-fledged '69', then I was
going to enjoy it with her and support her need to grow up that much
sooner.

The longer she worked on me, the better she got, her head bobbing up
and down more slowly as time dragged on.  Within ten minutes, she was
gently sucking almost half my cock into her mouth and rolling the head
of my glans around with the tip of her talented tongue.

Before she knew what she had accomplished, I could feel the
unmistakable sensation of my balls starting to pull up and tighten.  I
had no desire to fill her mouth with the strong taste of cum, so it was
time to distract her.

It didn't take me more than half a minute of determined licking before
her hips were filled with energy, her thighs tightening around my ears
and her body jerking and bucking with each of her convulsions.  Just
like before, I sucked her nubbin between my lips and peaked her, her
whole body going rigid as she let my cock slip free, thankfully.

This time, I sucked her a bit more forcefully than before, wordlessly
thanking her for giving me such a supreme elementary school blowjob.
By the time she began whimpering and begging me to stop, she had pushed
both hands between us and was trying to wrench my face from between her
thighs.  It took a bit longer than she might have wanted, but I
relented and gave her the much needed relief she so desperately
desired.

Tammy rolled off my body, with some difficulty, and lay face up,
panting and breathing quite heavily.  She never imagined our trip to my
house today was going to be so full and exciting.  If she ever
returned, I'd take her to the heights of Heaven.

Looking at the clock once again, I realized that we needed to get going
if we weren't the last ones to the dinner table, or worse yet, missed
it all together.

"Sugar?  I hate to stop touching and spending this wonderful time with
you, but we need to get going.  Mrs.  Harrison will be expecting us for
dinner."

It took half a minute before she answered, my constant fingering and
tickling of her slick and overstimulated vulva not helping in the
least.  She didn't seem to mind a lot.

"I know Terry.  It just feels so neat to be naked with you and letting
you touch me where-ever you want while we talk about sex stuff.  I wish
I could spend the night with you and let you do some more stuff with
me.  It feels so good for you to be with me that I don't want to be
alone no more."

She twisted around, thrust her arms around my neck and again, I was
engulfed by a hungry embrace of a desperately lonely and extremely
horny blind little eight year old while I was laying on my back.  As
soon as her body was neatly nestled over mine, I felt the unmistakable
sensation of my cock splitting her chubby thighs.  OHHHHH, how little
it would take to go ahead and do the dirty deed!

She must have been thinking similar thoughts, because I could feel her
thighs tighten and her hips roll and thrust into me.  As soon as she
knew what she was doing, she opened her knees slightly, allowed my cock
to press against the saddle of her pussy and she closed her legs once
again.  With absolute determination, Tammy dryfucked me for the next
few minutes, slowly but anxiously thrusting into me as if we were
really having sex.  It felt genuinely pleasant to let a little girl
explore her own sexuality with me in such a new and naive manner.

My young lover-to-be was so enthralled in our lovely sex-game that
without realizing it, she kept tucking her hips inward slightly, urging
the end of my dick further between her flat vulva until I was tightly
against the opening of her vagina.  She knew perfectly well what she
was doing, because TWICE she rose from my chest, adjusted her hips and
thighs over me and then resumed her excited bucking.

The moment my glans pushed at the virgin orifice of her tight young
vagina and stayed there, I pulled my hips back, retrieving any last
sense of lust and replacing it with decency.  My excited poor little
lover actually whimpered when I did it, her desire to take us to the
heights of her tender womanhood far too soon actually making her
grumpy.

"Pleeeeease, Terry?  Please?"

"Not yet, Angel.  We can wait a little bit longer until your body is
truly ready."

"Noooooooo!"

"I'm sorry Sugar, but I don't want to hurt you like that.  We can wait
a little bit longer before I make you a woman, can't we?  I promise
I'll be the one that turns you into a sexy and loving woman, but we
just need to wait for a little bit, okay?  OHH-KAAAAY?

"Oh, Terry!  But, I'm ready NOW!"

"Angel, my dear sweet lovely little angel.  You don't know how much I
want to do that with you, do you?  It would make me feel so wonderful
to share this with you right now, but today is just not the right day
for us, okay?  I love you more than you realize, Honey, and don't want
to do that until we can spend all day and all night together afterward
so I can help you get adjusted to the pain you're gonna feel and then
make it all better when we make love for hours and hours afterward.
Does it make more sense when I tell it to you like that?  Please try to
understand, Precious."

Her gentle sobbing and salty rain filled me with such utter love for
the child that I had to preserve whatever last vestige of her childhood
that remained, in spite of how urgently her hips kept trying to repeat
that wonderful sensation.

"I understand, Terry.  I truly love you for telling me that we needed
to wait, 'cause I really wanted to be YOUR lover and make YOU feel
good.  I know I couldn't finish and make the neat sensations fill YOU
up like it did me, but I wanted to so bad.  I wish we could do it just
a little bit more.  Please?  I promise I won't make you hurt me none
and break that special piece of skin inside my peepee.  Please?  Can't
you just hold your thingy a little bit on the outside my peepee and
then hug me nice and tight so I can PRETEND that we're making love for
like a super long time?  Please, Terry?  PLEEEEEEASE?"

How could I deny this lovely little angel such an innocent request?

INNOCENT!  HAH!

That's when I felt a sense of power AND humility that I'd never known
before.  Here was a little girl no more than eight years old,
desperately begging me to stuff my nasty cock up between her chubby
thighs and press it mightily against her vagina, expecting me NOT to
thrust the rest of the way inside.

All she wanted was for us to feel good, but strangely, for ME to feel
that much better, because she knew perfectly well that if she coaxed me
into the entrance of Heaven, I'd most likely not be able to refuse and
travel the rest of the way inside.

I actually wrestled with my own conscience back and forth for a few
moments, trying to come to terms with the realization of my dirty deed
once it was done.  I knew what I was going to do, in spite of what we
WANTED to both do.

"Okay, Sugar.  We can do just a LITTLE bit of sex stuff, but you have
to promise that you WON'T push too hard, okay?  That's not for today,
Punkin'.  We're gonna do that for sure when we have enough time so we
can take a nice long, hot bath afterward and make love for the rest of
the day and the whole night after that, so your pretty peepee can feel
better and not hurt a lot.  Can you wait a little bit longer so we can
make love in a little while and then wait until we can spend a whole
day and night together naked and all together?  I promise I'll make it
very special for you and make you feel better than you ever did in your
whole life."

"Okay, Terry.  I promise we can wait, as long as we can pretend just
for a little while today.  I promise I won't push too hard and break
that special piece of skin inside my peepee with your thingy.  We can
just touch our sex stuff together all nice and soft and slow for a
little while right now and just lay naked together like we were REAL
lovers."

I finally relented and let Tammy use one hand to guide my dick between
her labia and back against the entrance of her vagina.  Using gentle
wiggles back and forth, up and down, my curious little lover shifted
down onto my hips until I was almost inside her body.  I was quite a
bit further than I imagined I'd get with her, the end of my dick
pressing quite respectably against the protective layer of skin at the
tight bright red entrance to her body.

Tammy actually grunted and huffed when she pushed a little bit harder,
genuinely fighting to keep from finishing what she desperately wanted
to.  With the lingering memory of my gentle request hovering around the
periphery of her conscious mind, she regrettably pushed no further and
accepted that we were going to have at least THIS much fun together.

The little minx couldn't stand just laying there, although it felt
wonderful to almost stuff my cock inside such a snug little honey box,
and Tammy began to rock her hips.  I knew where she was headed and put
both hands on her hips, ready to lift her off my body the instant I
determined she was going to plunge down and finish the deed.

Instead, she seemed content to dry-fuck me cautiously, only applying a
modicum of pressure against her maidenhead when I was at the tight
opening of her body.  She then began to hump me like mad for a few
incredible strokes with our bodies pressed tightly but safely together,
only to stop, push down onto me once again and stretch that membrane
with every bit of strength and determination she had.

I genuinely appreciated how much she wanted to become a woman, and also
came to understand just how determined she was NOT to do it.  She
wanted to feel good with me, and DID, but never took it to the ultimate
level of responsibility.

All the constant bucking and jerking on top of me finally had the
effect I had hoped for, her nubbin rolling around between us just hard
enough that her next clitoral orgasm was upon her.  She lifted both
knees, lifted herself vertical, squat down on my hips and went about
dry-fucking me with every bit of determination she could muster.

I lay stupified under her as she used every bit of her strength to work
me over like no other woman could, and STILL remain a virgin in the
process.

Both of my hands found tender and extremely sensitive spots to fondle
as Tammy kept up her constant bucking and rocking, her useless eyes
closed, her talented mouth completely open and her breathing labored
and rapid.  I was finally able to peak her by gently pinching her
nipples and rolling her nubbin around, the last few elegantly exotic
lunges into my hips almost forcing me to fuck her completely.

Once her orgasms had subsided enough, Tammy collapsed onto my chest and
lay perfectly still for the next half hour, her deep breaths lifting
her body slightly as I held her around her waist and massaged her plump
little ass.  With us still laying tightly together, I even rocked my
hips under her and added just enough pressure to her nubbin to extend
the sweet sensations a bit longer, her body unable to resist and
following along with a little up and down rocking of her own.

The sensation of a my cockhead at the opening of this chubby little
blind angel finally had enough of an effect that I needed to gain
relief, even if I couldn't fill her insides with mountains of goo.
That's when I remembered her telling me about Sheriff Ballentine
stuffing his nasty dick inside her ass, and Tammy actually enjoying it
after a few long minutes.  If I could tempt her into allowing it, I
could finally get some relief!

With carefully placed caresses and lots of hip gyrations, I was finally
able to wiggle my middle fingertip around and eventually inside her
ass, my poor tortured young lover unsure whether to push down and into
me or up and onto my finger.  It must have looked hilarious to see her
trying to go back and forth between two of my nasty digits, her butt
thrusting upward like a little kitty in heat and her hips plunging
downward against my throbbing tool.  A few times when she pushed down,
I almost took her virginity.

"Precious?  I know it might seem a little bit scary, but would you let
me push my willy inside your bummy for just a minute?  I need to feel
good like you did a little while ago, please?"

Without a single syllable to answer me, Tammy lifted her body slighty
and pushed my finger out of her ass, the sound of my dick slipping from
between her thighs filling my ears with the erotic sound of preteen sex.
She rolled over onto my tummy and recentered herself so my dick was
pressing up between her bummy cheeks.  Then, to add to this already
incredible event, she reached between her splayed legs, claimed the end
of my dick and pushed it down until I felt the muscular grip of her ass
yield and grant me passage.

At first, it was obvious that Tammy was a little uncomfortable, but
with a little coaxing and some encouraging words, she relaxed, lay back
and let me slowly stroke her as both my creative hands and fingers
played with her titties and rolled her clitty around.

Soon enough, she was panting, whimpering and moaning, enjoying the
sensation of her body being invaded as her next orgasm approached.  To
add the ultimate in our joining, Tammy began to hump me backward,
pushing me all the way inside her tight body until her ass was
distorted by the pressure of my hips and thighs.

I brought that little girl to heights she never imagined possible that
day, filling her body with mountains of electricity and her ass with
gobs of spunk.  It felt so good to finally butt-fuck an innocent but
permissive little girl, the most immoral thing I had ever done in my
life now complete.

After we both peaked, we lay still tightly coupled, my fingers never
slowing down.  She was so pleased with our alternate joining that Tammy
reached over her head and grabbed mine, pulling me up far enough that
after she twisted her head far enough, we were able to kiss.

It felt so exquisite to share such a loving moment with Tammy, one set
of fingers softly rolling and tweaking her nipples and massaging her
little titties, my other thumb making a series of circles over her
nubbin and the other set of digits slipping dangerously back and forth
against her vaginal orifice as we tried to share minute after minute of
soft and loving kisses.

It took a bit longer than I had set out to, but I was finally able to
relocate my fingers to her tummy and sides, starting with caresses and
slowly increasing the pressure against her body until Tammy started to
giggle.  By the time she was rolling wildly on top of me, laughing and
giggling with absolute joy, I was thrusting up inside her ass over and
over, pleasuring myself with her tight butt.

Just before I sprayed her insides with yet more sticky goo, I relocated
my hands and fingers and attacked her nipples and nubbin until she
wasn't laughing anymore, but moaning in soft agony as I peaked her once
more.

That little blind angel must not have understood what the word 'NO'
meant, because she let me fuck her for the next hour, filling her butt
one last time today.

It took quite a bit of effort to get us both up and into my tub so we
could get clean, but we did.  Once returned to more pleasant aromatic
sensibilities, I carried my tired lover back to bed and kissed her a
few more times.  Tammy was completely and utterly in love by this time
and never knew the depth of her commitment for a man that she barely
knew.

Once I caught sight of the clock, I knew we were in trouble.

"Why don't I go and get Debbie and then we can go?"

"Will you dress me first Terry?  You can touch me as much as you want
when you pull my panties and tights up.  You don't have to pull my
panties up real fast, DO you?  You can go as slow as you want and
tickle me as much as you like."

That's exactly what I did!  It took much longer to put her clothes back
on than it did for them to come off, her naked little body eventually
returned to public decency.  With a long series of passionate kisses
and my right hand as deep into the back of her panties as I could push
it, my middle finger tickled the opening of her vagina the entire time.
It made it so difficult to stop what we were doing that I was tempted
to pull her tights and panties off once again and give her another
orgasm.  We finally said our private goodbye before I went upstairs to
collect Debbie.

With Debbie sleepily dressed and directed downstairs, my hands up under
her dress and at least ONE of them inside her panties, we collected
Tammy and made our way back to the 'House'.

Continued in Part 6 (Special_6.txt)

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